#and I will also close any door or window on any neighbor I don't like so that I don't have to be annoyed and can be comfy in my house

[scara-writes]

sweetheart

Yandere Emperor X Consort! (F)Reader X Yandere Crown Prince(platonic)

милашка-sweetheart according to google correct me if im wrong!

CW: kidnapped, reader is look down upon by the nobles, infantilize, forced pregnancy, dehumanizing, mentions of attempt suicide, false rumor, power imbalance, worshipping, delusional(?)

NOTE: Crown Prince is at the age of 16(he is your first/oldest son). Reader is around 36-38. Emperor is two year younger than the reader. Also I don't speak russian everything is google (the empire is not based on irl russian empire but a fantasy world like the manhwas/shoujou isekai we read) and english is not my first language you can clearly see when you read the story. This is purely a fiction and I do not mean to offend anyone.

I DO NOT CONDONE ANY ACTION IN THIS FICTION.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Running is not ideal for a 5 month pregnant woman like you.

When you tried to seek help from your parents for the first time, they never helped you because who would believe an illegitimate daughter who was frowned upon by nobles.

You are an illegitimate child of the duke and a humble maid who passed away shortly after giving birth, but despite this, you are a physically and mentally healthy child. You even managed to withstand the attempts of your stepmother and your half-sister to discredit you in the family, and didn't even find a help to your neglectful father who busies himself of taking home many women from brothel.

That was in the past but you were desperate when you ask for their assistance. However, you never heard from them ever since you bore your first child, Ize.

Ize your son. Your lovely crown prince son grew up to be like your husband with his teachings. You tried to persuade him to never listen to his father but he only shook his head and told you that all his teaching that he was learning from his old man was to protect you.

Afraid that it will stress you even more in this suffocating high walls to protect you during your pregnancy and well being, Ize-the crown prince would be willing to act like a little kid for you. He would occasionally brew you a cup of tea that you enjoy or give you a handmade gift, such as an embroidered handkerchief, to show you that he was thinking of you and that said skill you taught him when he was a child. Knowing the child, this kind of acts is for him appease the worries you have;he is different behind closed doors of your confined palace where your eyes and ears can't reach; your crown prince son is a different person who will be willing to shed the blood of others just for you.

And it seems that the morals that you taught him must have been thrown out of the window thanks to your husband.

So here you are after escaping from the hundreds gazes of a watchful loyal hounds around your palace you escape, it wasn't easy since you are carrying the emperor's second child. You heard on a passing by servants that the two tyrants had a meeting with the other nobles and the neighboring kingdom, this is a rare occurrence that the two left you alone. It took you an hour to escape the royal grounds before exploring around the town till you found a port that would take you to another country. This is your only chance to escape that suffocating palace that those two tyrants confined you in. Your Husband, Yuri can't leave you alone not when he found out that you are with his child-a second child at that. Even before you were pregnant with his first child, his wary gaze and infantilization to you had multiplied tenfold.

Your husband spread the rumors about you being mentally ill. But why would he do such a thing? You reflected to yourself and it devastate you to realize it was his scheme to prevent you from seeking help from his subjects to escape. Only the royal physician and your husband were aware of this bogus illness. It felt betrayal that he has to make that action so he can confide you more.

Your husband's scheme worked. Even your own son believed the spewing lies coming from his father, and the nobles never gossip about you as if it was a taboo ever since you were married to the emperor. Speaking ill about the emperor's consort was just as good as the reaper visiting you by the second you speak those words. Only praises coming from their filthy mouths were allowed.

No one bats an eye on you, even the servants who serves under you. They will bathe you, serve you food, refreshments, but none of them will engage or start a conversation with you. When someone last made an effort to assist your escape, a kind servant at that. The lowest mining pit, which is worse than death, The emperor bestowed upon them to be sent the servant's family, including the said servant. High ranked criminals labour in a pit there for 18 hours with a maximum 4 hour break the rest of the hour are for necessities like sleeping, with much less food and income. In short, a death torture for them.

You implore your husband to kill them rather than send them there, the only thing he said to you that it wasn't your fault they were sent there. Something along the lines of—"you were acting like this because of your condition. That servant was attempting to kill you." He told you that in front of other servants. Everyone compliments his action for 'protecting' you. His cunning red eyes looks at you that none of the servants and nobles noticed but you did. It was a warning for you to behave or he will do worse.

Yuri has never harmed you, physically. but he will harm others who want to separate you from him.

The only time you regret your decision is when you met Yuri—he was about to meet his demise by the hands of his brothers if it weren't for you stumbling to see him in the middle of the night on an alleyway of the tsvetok village struggling to breathe from the deep pools of his own blood. So you drag his half dead body into your abandoned chamber—which is rarely visited by servants—that your father bestowed for you when you were born. Aiding his deep wounds, helping him heal up, befriending him, falling in love—

You purse your lips and gave a small wince feeling your belly is starting to ache, the kick from your unborn child thumps under your long dress.

My child please, Now is not the time! you gently brush your belly soothingly before leaning on the lamp post that dimly lit the night. You sigh in relief when you felt the baby inside of you cease on kicking. Although you were a little further from the palace when you looked behind you, you still needed to move quickly. Right now, you assume that Yuri or a servant that was suppose to serve you had definitely find out that you were gone this afternoon and notify the knights and some of high ranking mage to find you immediately, but the sun had already been sunk by the evening. They must have been having a hard time finding you. A little more 18 minute walk and you'll be able to ride on the ship that will help you travel to another empire, or any nation.

"ort---s--ing!" you turn to your left to look one of the vendors of the nights were gossiping. A woman with her husband was panting, assuming he was running to deliver a news to his family. His cloth headband on his raggedy hair is soaking. He took a deep breath before repeating what he said earlier. A dread of fear rise from your throat as he uttered his next words,

"The Emperor's Consort is missing! The Emperor's knights are blocking all way out!"

You heart felt like dropping when you saw a nearby knight were looking one by one at the women nearby, specifically women who are similarly pregnant like you. Speaking of the devil, they are already here!

Knights in horses, mages running around the busy street. Some of them stopping women who has similar hair color as you to assess if they found the right person.

"Oh my! I'm hoping the consort is doing okay! She must have acted such way due to her failing mental state. The emperor must have been worried sick, I can't imagine the devastion look of the emperor especially their son!" said the woman to her husband.

You hid your hair with your cape and quickly blend in with the busy road of the night town. Muttering, "excuse me!", "Apologize!" As you force your way around the crowd. One arm around your belly to protect child, while your hand went to sling your bag with clothes and some gold coins. as you bump so many people on the crowd. You look edges of the town, at the gate, to see all the possible exits were starting to get block by the imperials knights and mages. You bit your lips frustration as you felt the hope of getting your freedom back is slipping away from your grasp.

Your plan of getting to the port has been discarded after seeing a two mage and three knights were on their way there. Even if you did go in town's gate the gatekeepers will inspect people who are exiting and entering.

But...

You look at the old man who was riding a donkey with his carriage towards to exit of the gate, fruits were laying under the cloth. An Idea quickly pop your head but you are desperate to leave this suffocating country so you have no choice but to execute it.

Your silent foot falls went behind on a slow moving carriage before climbing up silently and quickly, in your haste and desperation movement, you didn't feel as though you had torn your cape at the wooden edge of the carriage before taking the fabric that was covering the fruits that keeps them from dust and dirt. You carried a handful of fruits before slowly sitting down beside it then covering yourself with the said fabric and the remaining fruit fast enough before the knights from the gate of this region would notice you. You wince when one of the fruit hit your belly but not enough to endanger the baby.

"Have you seen this lady?" A man in his mid 60s look at the paper, he squint his eyes as he held his old lightly crack glasses to take a better look. Your (e/c) eyes look at the gapping hole of the carriage and gulp fearfully when you saw your portrait on the paper holding by the imperial knight.

"O-oh...sa-aw her!" you held your breath when the old man spoke. The two knights look at each other before listening to the next word of what the old man would say.

He lick his dry lips before continuing, his voice's struggling due to his old age, "If I-Im..not mistake-en the lady in the p-picture look like the lady I saw by the lampost o..on the rozahk street!"

You exhaled in relief since you mistakenly believed that the elderly man had just seen you, but he actually noticed you five minutes' walk from the gate to roza street. However, this would also let them know that you are actually close by.

The imperial knights gave the elderly merchant a nod as they hastily walked around the city, alerting a nearby mage to use a spell to track you. They quickly tell their subordinates for a new command.

You felt the carriage starts to move. Hugging yourself for reassurance especially at your upcoming baby that everything will be okay.

You weren't escaping just for yourself but for your second child that will be born. You don't want your kid to become like their older brother and learn from their father. Ruthless, and doesn't have a compassion to another human. You want your kid to have a brighter future, away from the blood shed. You hope that if you got caught or killed by your husband in the future. You will tell your second child to run away and never look back, when you are gone.

You ignored how uncomfortable it was to sleep in the fruits. You close your eyes and see the farm neighborhood that the carriage passed as well as the slowly dissipating kingdom that was beginning to appear as a dot on the horizon.

The abrupt shake of your ride woken you up. You hear noises outside the carriage and glance through the hole to see that light was creeping through, signaling that it was dawn but sun has yet to come in the horizon. What is happening?. You peek above the cloth seeing that you don't have enough visual on what's happening. A dusty road lay in front of you, and woods surrounded you. You turn around to look behind you and realize that the palace is no longer in sight. A sense of relief that you were indeed far from that prison.

A bunch of voices caught your ears, you turned to look to your right.

Your whole body went pale.

Your son-the crown prince was chatting with each of the roadside merchants who had just exited from their vehicle not far from where you were. The imperial warriors and mages that were conversing with the other sellers the same task as your son was doing just behind him.

You curse yourself, how did they come here to fast?

You need to leave before they notice that you are inside this carriage. Just as you swiftly escape your imprisonment. You carefully stood up, removing the fabric that was covering you and the fruits, ignoring the woozy and aches from your muscle pain for not moving too much from the entire night.

A creak was heard in your vehicle when you tried to climb down. Snapping your eyes back at them, to witness if they heard the mistake you made. To your relief, The prince and the other guards were still busy interrogating.

They didn't hear me..

You reach down and starts to stalk away from them, your hands were trembling. Stepping back to reach the wood just a 5 meters behind you. It didn't matter if you get lost in the woods, as long as they don't catch you.

No, you would rather live in a woods, in a forest where no one can reach you.

As you step forward carefully in to the woods, you didn't notice from your cautious and anxious state that your boots crack a twig, just like the cliché you previously read. The nearest knight snaps his head at the sound. He was perplexed before realizing that the woman from the paper in his hand resembles you.

"Her majes-"

You dash toward the woods. The imperial knights sought to catch up to you, as you heard him behind. You grab a nearby rock and shot it directly to his skull, and it hits him.

You ignored the yelp as he yells your honorific causing the nearby knights hear him and went for his aid, before they realize what he was yelling and starts to chase after you.

You felt the dress that was getting stuck on some of bushes and dried branches, resulting to have your dress to be ripped.

Heartbeat were thumping agressively, adrenaline were rushing around your body. One of your hands went up to your belly protecting it from getting injured despite your legs were now full of scratches and bruises from the twigs, and sharp edges of these woods. You feel your legs ache.

"Mother!" You faintly hear a galloping horses along with your son's voice behind you.

Your mistake was to look behind you while running away. You saw how your son and his guards were starting to gain just to bring you back to that hellhole. Your son Ize was reaching up his hand to take you back, his red orbs were full of concern and anxiousness.

"Mother! It's me,Ize! Please, slow down you will hurt yourself!"he yelled."Mother! Think about my sibling! Your child! Listen to me! Don't let this illness take over you!"

Poor child, he thought all of this nonsense that you are doing was because of your bogus illness.

You were about to stop when you saw a nearby cliff but a trunk made you tripped.

You screamed feeling a misstep when you realized you are falling, instinctively cradling your pregnant belly, protecting it as you roll down from the ground. A piercing scream was heard—from your son. Your head colliding to the three and it felt like your head would split open.

Your eyes were blurry from the impact. Touching your belly if there was injury. Atleast trying to feel your lower part if there was bleeding through your thighs other than your legs.

You look up at the steep cliff to see your son was sliding down, crying out your title as his mother. You saw his red orbs were full of tears as it glides down to his cheeks. The last thing you saw before your vision was consumed by the darkness was his hands reaching up to your head.

You were awoken by the sound of the chirping birds coming from the balcony.

You coughed, feeling the dryness from your throat. You eyes were blurry for a few minutes before clearing to see that you were back to the same imprisonment.

But....

It wasn't the same room you shared with your husband. Are you...even in the palace?

You took your time to assess your surroundings only to realize that the room has similarities of the royalties room that are exiled but it looked renovated, one of your husband's brothers used to live here before taking his own life. You felt grim about the thought of it.

After his brother's passing you heard from one of the maids that he turned it into a vacation palace for royalties.

It was different from the last time you saw it. It was much more cleaner and better. It looked good after it was renovated.

Wait, the baby.

THE BABY!

You eyes quickly gaze down to your belly. Hands quickly feeling around them, you exhale in relief when you felt a small kick from your stomach. You felt your tears at the edge of your eyes. It was a miracle that the heavens hadn't take your unborn child away.

I'm sorry baby...

They would have died from the stupidity you'd done!

You laid down to your right side of the bed and cradle in your stomach muttering a soft apologies and starts fluttering your eyes to go back to sleep.

But somethings not right. You felt like a pair of eyes watching you, looking at you.

Observing you.

You opened your eyes and look up only to see your pair of red eyes staring down at you.

Your husband, the emperor sitting on a wingback couch, his face resting at his hand while the elbow is resting at the arm of the couch beside him is a kettle with a cup that rest on top of the bedside table.

You feel your body tense up, you tried to get up and turn to look at your husband.

"Y-your majesty." You called but it sounded like a whisper. You don't know what he will do to you. Sure, he never hurt you physically but this is the first time you'd gotten far away from the place he imprison you in.

You gulped, will he hurt you this time?

"I-I'm... I.." you cannot come up a word,an excuse, what if he gets sick of you? What would happen to your child?

You felt your breath shorten. Tears are starting to swell up in your cheeks.

A rough hand brush on your cheeks before cupping it. You found your partner is already beside you on the bed.

He didn't speak he just let you weep as he brush away your tears. You stammer your words wanting to apologize. The emperor handed you a cup of water and you took it quenching the thirst from your larynx.

Once you drank it all, you hiccup trying to stop your tears from coming out. You felt his hands caressing your belly. "H-husband.."you gulped.

"hush,милашка."he commanded and you held your tongue and closed your eyes when he leans on your cheeks before engulfing you with his arms around you. You felt suffocating around him like a snake coiling around your body.

You feel tensed as he starts peppering kisses on your shoulders and neck before resting his lips to your earlobes, you shudder when he kissed it.

His right hand from your waist slid up under your loose sleeve before sliding it down, your emperor leaned down giving your shoulder a hickey. You whimpered trying to push him away but he hadn't budge an inch. Once he was satisfied he let your skin go with a pop before looking at the red mark he left.

The same hand went to brush your hair, tuck it behind your ear before leaning his forehead against yours. His red eyes held adoration, affection, but most of all obsession.

"милашка." He muttered closing his eyes sighing, he brush his lips against yours before deepening it.

He kept calling you, held you in his arms gently. The same arms that has full of blood that slay so many heads to get to the top of this food chain.

He laid you down before kissing every finger tips of yours and then clasping it with his rough hands as he called for you.

"милашка...."

".... my милашка..."

He pressed one kiss on your collarbone. "None of this is your fault..." He told you.

"... This illness will be the death of you."

Your heart broke for him. He really delude himself that everything you did to get away from him was because of your 'illness'.

"... Everything will be fine, darling. I will take care of you." He dampened his lips one last time onto your lips before leaving you in your new confinement.

[narcissistshandler]

𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘, 𝗕𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧

and here we go again in more smuts I write in 40 minutes randomly overnight. the choso part in the trailer keeps popping up for me all over my social media, so that's for everyone who has this man as husband! top!amab! reader and bottom!choso below. this was written to be read as gn, so if anything is wrong please let me know!

Choso always made the cutest sounds during sex. He was a very domestic and simple man, most of the time he would ask you in a soft voice to turn off the lights before continuing what you were doing, (even though you two knew the darkness of the room did little to hide the flush in his face, his open mouth in an involuntary movement or how his cock twitched at the smallest of compliments). He usually liked looking at your face during sex and blushed like a virgin when you tried anything in daylight. And after one of the neighbors complained about the noise, Choso not only started to avoid them, he also started to have a habit that you hated:

He started trying to be as quiet as possible in bed.

You weren't happy about it. It was hard to actually hear any of the moans or whimpers your husband made when you fucked him exactly like he had wanted all day during which he tried to show you with the eyes - it was never a difficult task, considering you were always itching to have him under you, anytime.

What sounded like a snarl reached your ears, muffled by the pillow Choso was hugging to his face, your pillow.

Your fingers dug into his lean hips, ring sunk into his skin in a way that should hurt and thumbs pressing hard over the knobby bones you pulled him back against you with each thrust, so hard that every time your thighs and his ass met, the twinge of pain shot through your senses.

In the low light, his long hair blended into the darkness and your shadow fell over his torso. You two were completely naked, skin to skin, and even condom use had been discarded when you entered into a relationship.

You liked having him like this, with no barriers between you, raw and messy and wet. Choso liked it too, as much as he never said it out loud, you knew.

He also liked it when you came inside him. It left him feeling used and dirty and belonging to you. It was another one of those things that would be hard to get him to admit, but that was okay too.

"I am close." Your voice filled the stuffy air in the room.

All the windows were closed and the curtains drawn, both the front door and the bedroom door were locked, making it difficult for air to circulate. The idea of getting caught during sex by anyone was mortifying to Choso to the point where he didn't even like you using the scenario as dirty talk.

Big brother thing, you concluded, even if today only you and choso were home.

Choso's knuckles turned white where he gripped the pillow, so hard that the ripping sound rang out, the golden band of the wedding ring shining even in the dark on his finger. His hole tightened around you, helping the boiling sensation of pleasure just build in your stomach.

Your hips reacted on their own, shooting forward, back into your husband's relaxed, wet hole.

"Where should I come?" you questioned, wheezing occasionally interrupting your speech. "Should I take it off?"

It was a mere tease, as you knew how possessive Choso was when it came to your cum, he hated it being wasted, but in his delusional pleasure mind, that should have sounded more like an threat.

He seemed to mutter an irritated reply that was once again muffled by the pillow.

"I can't understand what you're talking, darling," you said as you started to back away, leaving Choso's warmth. You had to fight the immediate urge to just shove back in him and fuck him until you came.

The response was immediate, Choso's hole tightening so hard it looked like it wanted to suck your cock. He pushed the pillow away, allowing you to see the trace of tears on his face and the mess of saliva on his chin.

Beautiful.

"D-don't take it off," he pleaded sweetly. Maybe because he'd been fucked for so long his voice sounded loud, almost like a scream he didn't seem aware of. "In-inside... C-come in me." He repeated, sounding desperate: "Come in me."

And who were you to deny him anything?

Using your grip on his hips, you began to fuck him, eagerly, almost violently. Your cock eased in and out of him, being engulfed by the heat of his tight walls.

Choso's lips were trembling, his whole body was trembling - you noticed right away - and you wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss him. But you forced yourself to just watch as his eyes rolled back, his arms hugging the pillow to his chest as the husky, sweet moans you loved most fell from his mouth.

Your nails pressed into his skin and you came, hard, hips swaying in erratic thrusts to enjoy the pleasure coursing through you. Your cock twitched and spurted inside him, marking his entrails with your belongings.

Choso gasped for air, body writhing on the sheets and you saw the exact moment he came all over his stomach and your pillow. Coming into him was enough to send him into his own orgasm.

Now you kissed him, grabbing the pillow between your chests and throwing it towards the floor. You swallowed each of his sighs; sweat and semen forming a mess between your bodies and before the memory of the inconvenient neighbor and the anxiety of being heard by strangers during sex returned, you rotated your hips in slow circles still inside him, extracting every reaction and every ounce of pleasure from him and gently led him on for a second round, then a third...

Then, you made Choso so loud that none of the neighbors had the nerve to come and complain the next day. Inflamed by it, after being fucked to the point he limped the next day and his throat got hoarse, he never tried to hide his moans from you ever again, even at the risk of being heard by his younger brothers.

[dr3c0mix]

Hi! I love your stuff, you’re a really good writer! Take your time if you ever get to this, don’t burn yourself out.

The scenario is a delusional yandere childhood friend/monster. Like the reader found it in the woods as a kid and they grew up playing until the reader had to move away. Now years later, the reader is back..and the monster thinks it has a mate again.

Imaginary More-Than-Friends

Yandere! Imaginary Childhood Bestfriend x GN Reader

an: I believe the few people will recognize this guy from my old posts, i figured i let him out of my little toy box of characters huehuehue. i have to say though that i'm very much attached to this one and i will not be accepting nsfw requests of this character in the future! sorry if its not really what you asked for though ._." i was a bit excited when i saw your request

CW: Coulrophobia, delusional yan, this one is a bit more intense than normal, kidnapping kind of, possessive themes

🦋 You have vague memories of your old house. Memories of playing around in your old room and the faint sounds of cicadas and rustling leaves from outside your bedrooms window felt like a blur.

🦋 The clearest memory of your childhood there was playing around in the woods by your backyard. You had a small clubhouse somewhere in the thicket of trees and other flora. It was a small red tent full of flower ornaments that you've weaved and little trinkets you found while exploring.

🦋 You also remember there being someone else in the woods with you every time you played, although you don't remember any neighbors with kids when you were younger. Even then you have foggy memories of talking to someone very close to you.

🦋 You feel the truck you're riding in turn a corner and you look up to see your old family house slowly appearing from behind autumn-colored trees.

🦋 As soon as the moving truck came to a stop, you opened the door after thanking the driver and got your bags, taking a good look at the large house in front of you.

🦋 The paint was chipping and most of the metal decor was rusting, but you can fix them up as soon as you move in. Your family had to move out pretty quickly for some unknown reason so you figured many of the things that were left were still there.

🦋 Turning the key in the lock and opening the door, you could have sworn you heard scurrying from inside the house, must have been an animal that got in from a window or something.

🦋 Somehow, the house didn't seem very dusty, even though it's been sitting unoccupied for years. The floor looks swept to an extent with piles of leaves looking to have been swept lazily to the sides of the rooms.

🦋 You wandered through the house, your memories coming back to you about the times you spent with your parents, all the while, you can hear faint scratching and thumping as you walk.

🦋 The tall figure skittered around house, watching you wander around from the corners with an unblinking stare. He couldn't believe it. You were here, you're back! And you're so much bigger than you were all those years ago...you look so beautiful now! A toothy grin widens on his face as his claws scratched the doorframe he was gripping, leaving deep scratches.

🦋 As you enter your old room, you see that the dusty bed still looks made, like it's been waiting for someone to sleep in it for years. Old toys with ribbons of your favorite color tied to their necks or wrists sat in their places by a fogged windowsill as paper cranes and insects on string and glow in the dark stars still hung on your ceiling.

🦋 Just as you were about to leave to get your things moved in, you hear your old closet creak open. You freeze and turn to it, it looked like there wasn't anything inside. You wait a bit before fucking off, not wanting to deal with any ghouls or the like at the moment...

🦋 The figure then breathes a sigh of relief as soon as you're out of earshot. It pushes itself out of the closet and onto the floor. Soon you will see each other, he promises. He just has to find the right time...

🦋 You'd find items missing and reappearing in strange places sometimes, it could've been just you forgetting where you placed them, but there's no way you could have misplaced your shoes in the sink or your sweater outside your window...

🦋 You'd also notice food that was left out being eaten, not by ants or rodents though, the bite marks were too large.

🦋 You weren't some dumb character in a horror movie, you could see the tell-tale signs of a haunting, but you didn't want to let go of the house, not after all the years of trying to buy it back and all the money you put into renovating it.

🦋 Your mind was put at ease somewhat when you found a group of raccoons rummaging through your trashcans next to a window with a broken window, they could've just been messing with your stuff and eating your food while you weren't looking. You took note that you had to fix the locks soon.

🦋 After a few tiring days of getting everything cleaned up and moving in your stuff, you look at your hard work and smile. Your furniture gave the home your own personal touch while still keeping the nostalgic charm of your childhood home. You sigh in satisfaction and decide to go out and get some fresh air.

🦋 You exit through your backyard door and, from what you can see, the woods hasn't changed a bit since you left. It made you smile knowing you personal little playground hasn't wasted away. You then remember your old hideout. A wave of memories come back to you as you rush to where you remember the little red fort was.

🦋 To your surprise, the tent was still up, in fact, you could see no sign of aging on it. No damage from rain or wind or anything, it's like it was frozen in time. You walk up to it, crouching down and lifting the red embroidered curtains of the entrance and revel in the little items that withstood the years it has been left here.

🦋 Although, you notice there being more things than you remember. Did you really collect all these thing when you were younger? There were bottles of soda can tabs and acorns, figurines of animals carved out of wood, were those animal bones??

🦋 You back away from the tent, very much weirded out by the new additions to your old hang out spot when suddenly, your body bumps into something. It felt thin like a tree but soft like a plush toy with burlap for the cover. Your eyes go wide as you hear a voice from above you. "(Y/N)?"

🦋 The familiar jingle of bells sparked something in you as you look up to meet the creature's porcelain face.

🦋 You stare at the figure like it would disappear if you look away from it as you step back to look at it better.

🦋 It was a clown, a tall one at that. Its white pupils stayed on you as you can see razor sharp teeth within its mouth. His limbs looked almost jointless like how a plush toy would look. It's clothes were brown and dirty from years of neglect.

🦋 What you were seeing wasn't human, it couldn't be human. It was too freakishly tall to be one. You didn't know what to do, running could provoke it to chase you and attacking could anger it.

🦋 Suddenly, it steps closer to you and bends down, you could feel its breath on your face, it unusually smelled like candycorn.

🦋 Then it chuckles, giving you a grin before suddenly picks you up and wraps its long arms around you, spinning around happily like a child holding their new toy.

🦋 "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Oh I'm so happy to see you again! You've grown so much! Where did you go? What did you see? Did you...make any new friends?"

🦋 It pulls away from you and stops spinning only to see a terrified expression on your face. His smile drops and cocks his head to the side. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" The bells on its jester hat jingle softly.

🦋 As your shock melts away, you figure he didn't have any intention of harming you and you try and catch your breath. Your eyes then catch a glimpse of ribbons tied around his wrists. It was your favorite color.

🦋 Your slowly look back up to the clown and you finally remember your old friend that you used to play with.

🦋 You had a favorite toy amongst your collection of stuffed animals and dolls. It was a strawberry pink clown with stretchy arms, you used to carry it around with you all the time. From the moment you wake up to going back to sleep, you had it with you. You named it..

🦋 "Hallow?"

🦋 The clown perks up at the name and its smile widens even more. "So you remember! Hahah! I was beginning to think you forgot all about me!" "Y-you're real?! I mean you were- but- h-how is this possible?!"

🦋 Hallow puts you down and gives you a confused look, pointing a finger to his cheek. "Real? Of course I'm real! I'm your best friend!" He giggles, spinning around joyfully.

🦋 "And I...left you here.." "Oh I don't mind! I'm sure you had a reason! Besides, you're here now and we can play again! And we can be together!" He takes your hands into his and squeezes them, his grip a bit shaky. Well, at least it won't be so lonely out here anymore...

🦋 From there, Hallow kept you company, he would help you out in fixing up the exterior of the house and tell you all about what's happened since you left.

🦋 "I saw a reeeaaallly big bear once! He looked all tubby and fluffy and stuff! I tried petting it but it bit my arm off! So rude right? At least I knew how to sew my arm back! Thanks for teaching me how by the way!"

🦋 He's a bit clingy, but he does give you space if you ask him. and by give you space i mean he just stares at you from the corner of the room instead of hovering over you the whole time.

🦋 He wasn't a fan of other people though, if ever a friend of yours visits or a delivery person drops by, he'd disappear in a flash, when they finally leave, he's unusually quiet until to ask if he was alright. When you turn away from him, his forced smile drops down to a sneer, thinking about the strange person that was trying to take you away from him...

🦋 Then one day, a friend of yours called and told you they were in the area and wanted to meet up with you. Hallow watched as you happily talked to your phone from the gap between your door, scratching the wood in jealousy. Who was making you so happy (Y/N)? Only he's supposed to make you laugh like that...

🦋 When your friend came, he disappeared once again. He watched you greet your 'friend' with a hug, being awfully touchy with them, holding their hand as you guide them to your couch.

🦋 He hated it, he hated them. He hated you happy you looked as you two laughed together. He wished it was him who was making you laugh, not this stranger. Infact, what made you think they were to be trusted? Wasn't it other people that made you leave him in the first place? Your dreaded parents were the reason you were taken from him, what makes you think your "friend" won't do the same. Before you know it, you could be taken back to the city, stressed and overwhelmed and away from him, your best friend, your only friend, your soulmate!

🦋 His spiraling thoughts were quickly interrupted by your friend getting up from their seat. "Alright, it's getting late..where's that mall again?" "Oh, you just turn right from the second street over." "Ok! I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon!" noon?

🦋 The door closes, and you hear the jingling of bells behind you. "Do you have to hide every time there's someone else he-" Your joking comment is cut off when you turn and he's looming dreadfully over you.

🦋 "What mall?" "H-huh?" He's glaring daggers into your eyes, taking a step closer to you as you back up, unease growing inside of you.

🦋 "What's at noon?" "H-hallow we're just going out-" "How long?" "H-how long?? I don't kno-" "Hours? Days? Years?" You're backed up against the wall, the giant clown's arms at either side of you, trapping you under him as black drool drips down his snarling mouth.

🦋 "How long are you gonna leave me this time huh? How many days am I gonna wait for you to come back to me?!" "Hallow stop you're scaring me!" "I'm supposed to be my best friend! Not them!" He snaps at you, making you flinch in fear. His glare softens then turns into a horrified expression. Pulling his hands back closer to him shakily as you shivered in front of him, your arms hiding your face. He lets out a quiver before stepping away from you. You lower your arms and he was gone, you can hear banging and thumping from upstairs.

🦋 The next day, you were getting ready for your outing with your friend. Hallow didn't show up that day. You weren't used to the silence that was left.

🦋 You haven't seen Hallow in a few days, but you always let out food for him. He was hurt, you can tell, but it was clear he needed space at the moment, you just hoped he didn't do anything rash as you went to bed a week after your fight with the clown.

🦋 You woke up the next day, expecting Hallow not to come out again. You get up from your bed and head downstairs. Calling out Hallow's name, no answer.

🦋 You sigh and figure you should get some much-needed fresh air. The tension that has built up in the house was almost suffocating to you. You went to your backdoor to spend some time outside.

🦋 But when you tried to open the door, it wouldn't turn. You tried unlocking it, but the lock wouldn't budge. You pulled and shook it but to avail. You groan and try to open a window instead, but the latch was shut tight. You tried the other windows but none of them opened. You started to freak out when you hear a jingle of bells behind you.

🦋 "H-Hallow? Why are the all the windows shut? The door's locked too!" You look to him, but he looked off. His normal wide-eyed smile was replaced with a half-lidded grin. He swayed side to side, clasping his hands together as he giggled. "Hello, you~"

🦋 "H-hey...what's going on?" You ask him, sweat rolling down the side of your head nervously.

🦋 "Well, I thought about what you said and I realized! You're not at fault here! You just want someone to be with! And I guess me being your friend wasn't good enough for you so you turned to someone else! I know you didn't mean to hurt me lovely, but I can change for you! I can be much more than a best friend! We can be like those knights and princesses in your storybooks, remember?"

🦋 He starts walking up to you, you hold onto the countertop behind you as he rambles on in a lovesick haze. "H-Hallow?"

🦋 "You won't need anyone else (Y/N)! You'll just need me from now on! We'll be together forever! Oh and don't worry about food and stuff, I can get you those!"

🦋 He chuckles, before pulling you into an uncomfortably tight hug, you flinch as you feel him kiss your neck and cheek, his sharp teeth grazing your skin ever so gently.

🦋 "You'll never have go away ever again, my f-...my love~"

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Secrets That Whisper & Shout

Pairing: Moonknight trio (Steven mainly) x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: idk brief mentions of violence

Genre: fluff & minor angst

Summary: you are extremely intrigued by your neighbor and the voices you can sometimes hear in his head because of course your neighbor seems extra susceptible to your powers

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It's an interesting way to live life, being able to see into people's minds. To alter their memories, control their actions, hear their deepest inner thoughts even if you're not trying to sometimes. It can be weird but you just try your best to live your life normally. Right now the biggest hindrance to your delicate balance of normal is your neighbor. He lives across the hall for you and unfortunately, for some reason, you keep finding yourself inside his mind. It happens when you let your mental guard down for a little too long. You've always compared people's minds to houses, or offices full of filing cabinets, your powers give you a key basically but it seems like your dorky neighbor's mental door is never closed let alone locked.

The weirder part is what you hear when you do find yourself in his mind. For most people, the voice in their head sounds like them- and while you've never really spoken to your neighbor, you know for a fact there's no way he's simultaneously a nervous Brit, a cocky American, and a grumpy Spanish speaker. There are three voices in his head as opposed to one, they speak to each other and seem entirely independent of one another. You haven't intentionally done any snooping in his mind but you can imagine his mental filing cabinets are entirely different than any you've been in. It's not really your business though so you never look into it. No matter how curious you are about how and why he has three voices in his head. 

You know very little about your neighbor. From accidentally listening to his mental debates you think his name is Steven. The other voices have names too but you're unclear who is who because you've never stuck around long enough to discern that. He's not very social and only leaves his apartment for work or errands. He hardly ever takes phone calls and he never really calls anyone- except, around the time you moved in he used to call his mom pretty often but you think she never answered and eventually, those calls stopped. The strangest detail you've realized is sometimes he'll sneak out of his apartment, through the window and you have no idea where he goes or what he does but he's always back within a week. You don't mean to keep tabs on him, sometimes you cast your magic out to scan for threats and you'll notice the lack of presence in the apartment across the hall.

He's a curious case, your neighbor across the hall, and today you've decided you're going to bite the bullet and speak to him. Your curiosity about him is the main reason and you hope that being able to assign personhood to the voices you hear will quell it even a bit. You cross the hall and knock on his door confidently before you can convince yourself not to on one Saturday afternoon when you know he's home. You checked first. There's some shuffling on the other side of the door and eventually, it opens a bit hesitantly but it opens.

"Hi! My name is y/n. I live across the hall from you." You say, your chosen tone is friendly but soft.

"I'm- Steven. Can I help you?" He asks sizing you up.

"I hope so! I was baking cookies and even though I went to the store before I started I guess I didn't make a complete list of things I needed because it turns out I actually don't have enough sugar so I was just wondering if you had any I could borrow by chance?" You ask. You are baking, but you also definitely have enough sugar, it just seemed like the simplest way to initiate conversation. A bit cliche but it's a classic for a reason.

"You want to borrow sugar?"

"Yes. A cup if you have it." You hold up your measuring cup with a smile. Steven pauses for a moment before he answers.

"Sure. I've got some. Come on in I'll pour some for you." He says walking into his apartment. You follow him in glancing around. The studio style flat is full of books littered everywhere, it's the first thing you notice when you walk in. Steven takes the measuring cup from you and quickly grabs his container of sugar to pour some.

"Thanks so much! I'll bring by some cookies to repay you!" You tell him.

"Oh, no thank you. I appreciate the offer but I am vegan and I'm sure you don't intend to bake vegan-friendly cookies so-" He trails off with a shrug. You frown but make a note of the information. He's vegan. "I've never seen you before." He says after a moment while he puts up his bag of sugar.

"That's probably because you don't leave much besides for work. I've lived across you for over a year." You muse.

"Hey! I- I leave!" He turns to look at you.

"To do your laundry at the witching hour when you're the least likely to run into people?" You smirk a bit at him.

"No." He huffs.

"Thanks for the sugar, Steven. Hope to see you around more." You toss over your shoulder as you walk back into your apartment.

You do make a handful of vegan cookies for your neighbor, even though it wasn't your plan, after checking to find that it really is just a couple of minor changes, vegetable oil instead of butter, water or nondairy milk instead of eggs, and since you don't already have vegan chocolate you leave out the chocolate chips- at least according to the recipe you found. They're basically sugar cookies and you only make six for Steven, some of which you sprinkle with cinnamon to make up for their plainness, but you imagine they're a decent thanks for the sugar you borrowed- even if it was a ploy.

A couple of hours later, you knock on Steven's door again, this time with a small Tupperware container for the cookies you made him. He opens it again with the same confused frown after a few moments.

"Hi again! I know you said not to bother with the cookies because you're vegan but I wanted to say thanks anyway so- I adjusted my recipe to accommodate. They're sugar cookies except two of them are cinnamon, I wasn't sure if you like cinnamon so I didn't make them all cinnamon but the cookies are vegan. So, thank you, for the sugar." You say handing him the plastic container.

"You adjusted your recipe so that I could have some cookies?" Steven doesn't seem to believe the words even as he says them.

"Yes. I know you said I didn't have to bring any but I wanted to anyway. Since I did use your sugar to make them."

"Thank you. I appreciate the effort. I can't wait to try them."

"If you ever need anything, just knock." You tell him and wait for his cautious nod. "I'll be seeing you." You say leaving without waiting for him to agree with that statement. From then on, Steven does in fact make a point to speak to you more often. The first time is a couple of days later, he runs into you in the elevator and tells you he enjoyed the cookies. He'll definitely speak to you when he sees you around the building but it's on you to actually make plans if you want to see him otherwise and sometimes you do. You invite him out to lunch, have him over for tea, suggest movies to watch together, you even visit him at work every once in a while. The first time you went to his job you didn't even know he worked there, I mean he'd told you he worked at a museum but you never thought to ask which one, but once you knew he worked there you definitely made a point to pop in and say hi when you're around and he's working. It takes a while but you manage to build a pretty good friendship with him over the next few months to the point where you're hanging out a couple of times a week these days. In fact, he's supposed to be over later today to show you some movie he's been dying for you to see. For now, you're sitting on your couch reading a novel until he gets here. It'll be another few hours before he comes knocking at your door. 

You've really enjoyed getting to know him, more than you expected to honestly. He's as sweet and awkward as he comes off at first glance but there's something endearing about his gentle shyness even when he's raving about whatever thing has most recently captured his attention. You find yourself looking forward to the time you spend together more than you like to admit. You have no idea if your fondness is reciprocated to the same extent and you also have no idea how to broach the subject with him. Much like a skittish animal, you're always careful about how you make changes to your dynamic. It's something you try not to dwell on, if he likes you or if you'll tell him you like him and how to do so, things are good between you two and as they say, if it ain't broke don't fix it. 

Your head snaps up at the sudden rush of fear you sense. The book in your lap long forgotten anyway as you had been lost in your thoughts until the dread you felt in your very bones pulled you from them. It's not your own though, that panic, and you have to take a moment to pinpoint the source. You gasp when you realize it's coming from Steven. It's been a while since you felt someone's feelings so uninhibited and you rush out of your apartment before you can even consider a plan. He must be in trouble for you to feel his alarm this way. When you reach for his doorhandle you hear some sort of crashing sound inside and you force open his apartment door to find Steven evading someone attempting to corner him in the apartment.

"Steven!" You gasp when the masked intruder chucks some sort of dagger at him.

"Y/n?! Get out of here!" Steven shouts at you from behind the couch. You ignore him and charge the attacker by launching yourself using Steven's side table. The attacker can't react quickly enough to the kick that you aim directly at their chest and they go down hard. You don't give the stranger a chance to get up and strike either of you, taking advantage of their disoriented state you slip into their mind, 'suggesting' that they leave and forget they ever came here, forget Steven even exists and forget you while you're at it. When the masked assailant stands again they climb out of the window they came through without saying a word.

"Are you alright Steven?" You frown turning your attention to where he's frowning from behind his kitchen counter. When did he move behind the kitchen counter?

"What just happened?" He blinks at you.

"I am- a magical being of sorts-"

"Like a witch?"

"Something like that. I mean- I can do magic in the more traditional sense, like spells and such but most of my powers are telepathic. I can read minds and alter memories, reshape reality-"

"What?" You hardly register Steven's shocked exclamation.

"I mean that can take a lot of energy depending on the scale, like I obviously can't do it for everyone, everywhere, at the same time but like- I could say, make it look and feel like there are spiders all over this room." You shrug.

"Why would you ever-"

"Arachnids are a common phobia, it's gotten me out of some touchy situations." You say.

"That doesn't explain what just happened though." Steven shakes his head.

"Oh, I can control people if it comes down to it. I just- made the person leave and forget you exist."

"You can do what?!" His eyes widen.

"I don't use it! Usually. I've only done it a couple of times to protect myself or someone who really needed it." You shrug.

"And your protection was to force someone to do something else against their will?!"

"Hey, that person was literally trying to kill you! I could've taken the violent route instead but I'm not a fan of it!"

"So that man-"

"Doesn't remember being here, doesn't remember attacking you, doesn't even remember you exist. You're safe." You say.

"Holy shit."

"Look I wanted to be honest with you because I care about you but if this is too much for you to handle then- I will leave all I ask is that you keep my secret to yourself."

"You won't just... take it from me?"

"I don't want to. And I won't, unless that information in your hands becomes a threat to my life."

"Have you ever used them on me? Your powers?" He asks. You pause for a moment considering how to answer. Admittedly he doesn't seem to be taking all this super well, you wonder if it would be worse to just say no but looking at him you can't bring yourself to tell the lie.

"I have. Not- on purpose and nothing altering. No mind control or memory changing or reality reshaping- absolutely nothing that changed anything about you it's just that sometimes your thoughts are loud. You yell in your head a lot- in several voices. Sometimes I can hear them." You explain.

"You can hear them? The different voices?"

"Yes. I don't quite understand it but I never snooped I just- would leave when I realized it was happening again." You say.

"I think you should go." Steven says avoiding your gaze. Your shoulders drop for a moment that you're sure he doesn't see.

"I see. Alright but Steven-"

"Your secret is yours. I won't tell anybody." He says quietly. You nod although he's still not looking directly at you.

"Okay. If you need anything- my door's open. Otherwise, take care- Steven." You say and exit his apartment before he can respond. Steven's reaction hurts more than you'd like it to, you suppose you wouldn't have been able to keep the secret from him forever though. It would've come out eventually, especially if you got any closer to him as you had considered. 

The next two weeks are weird. Steven doesn't text you, or call you, or come over for tea or lunch, you make a point not to visit him at work as you are positive he's avoiding you based on the fact that he's clearly adjusted all of his habits so as to not run into to you around the apartment building. That- you think stings more than his initial reaction. To think he was so put out by your revelation that he no longer wanted to even risk seeing you... Whatever, you wouldn't dwell on it. The world keeps spinning. A sudden knock on your door interrupts you before you can focus back on what you were working on. With a confused frown, you walk over to the door and look through the spyhole to see Steven standing in the hall, and that surprises you immensely. For on that knock was sharp and harsh in a way you've never heard Steven knock on anything ever, but also for him to just show up at your door after 2 weeks is... unexpected. You pull open the door and lean casually against the frame.

"Hello." He nods and you immediately notice he does not sound like himself. You quirk an eyebrow at him.

"Steven? Hi. What are you doing here? And- why are you talking funny?"

"I'm not Steven my name is Marc Spector." He says.

"Did you hit your head or something?" You snort crossing your arms in confusion.

"No? I'm perfectly fine."

"Right except your name isn't Marc Spector it's Steven Grant. Unless you've been lying to me since we met which- would certainly be interesting but I don't think that's what's happening here." You say.

"Not quite. See we have a... condition-"

"Do not tell me about what's wrong with your body!" You put your hands up to stop him.

"It's psychological." He says.

"Oh okay. Proceed." You say.

"It's called dissociative identity disorder. My mind is- fractured. Essentially this body houses more than one consciousness." He explains.

"This sounds very Jekyll and Hyde and if you're coming to me to say you're a serial killer I don't-" You trail off when suddenly something clicks. "Holy shit you're one of the voices in Steven's head!" You gasp. You knew he sounded familiar but you didn't pinpoint it until just now.

"First of all, it's my head okay I am the original. Secondly- Steven told you about us?!"

"If he did do you think I would sound as confused as I do right now? No, he didn't tell me anything. I just realized why I recognize your voice." You say.

"Recognize my voice?" Now he's looking at you like you're crazy.

"I can hear you sometimes. You are quite loud- especially compared to the other one."

"You can hear us?" His eyes are wide as saucers.

"Yes, never on purpose though. I'm a telepath. I can read minds and change memories and alter reality and stuff like that so- sometimes I can hear you- which by the way we still haven't answered the billion dollar question why are you here?"

"Steven has been moping around for over a week now and every time we force him to leave he looks longingly at your door so I came to find out what the hell you did to him because I swear-"

"I didn't do anything to him. I told him I was a telepath and he freaked. He's been avoiding me since. All on his own. And before you start throwing around threats I'll warn you Marc Spector that I could take hold of your entire fractured little mind without even breaking a sweat. So tread carefully if you're going to start swearing things." Your eyes narrow at him.

"He's been avoiding you?" He blinks.

"We talked about my powers, he asked me to leave, and so I did. Probably assumes I'll take advantage of him using them or something." You shrug.

"Well you did just threaten me."

"It wasn't a threat it was a warning. Besides I'd never hurt Steven, you I don't know and you did start a pretty menacing sentence that prompted me to- never mind."

"Now I'm confused. If he's avoiding you, why is he moping around the apartment?" He frowns.

"You're asking me. You're the one that shares a body with him." You say.

"Explain to me exactly what went down?"

"I was in my apartment and someone attacked Steven- I don't know who or why but could feel it so I went over to help and I used my powers to get rid of them."

"What'd you do? Launch him out the window?"

"No? I just made him forget about us and where he was but when he mindlessly climbed back out the way he came in without attacking us I obviously had to explain some things. I guess Steven didn't take it all that well." You shrug.

"That doesn't sound right. I think you should talk to him."

"I- don't think he wants to do that." You shake your head.

"No. No, this has gone on long enough. Hang on." Marc says.

"Marc seriously mind your-"

"Y/n?" He grimaces. You recognize immediately that it's Steven you're talking to now.

"Steven- one the uh- voices? Marc? He thinks we need to have a conversation. Does he make a habit of meddling in your life this way?"

"Less often than you might think but- I do owe you an apology." His head drops.

"What for, exactly?"

"How I- handled things before. I was... cold, it's just that when you said you could hear Marc and Jake I was worried about what else you-"

"I'm sorry, who is Jake?" You shake your head at him.

"The identity disorder thing- there are three of us as far as we know. Myself, Marc, and Jake." Steven says and you nod as you piece it together.

"Would it be presumptuous of me to guess that Marc and Jake are not your only secrets?"

"No actually. Marc is an avatar."

"Of what?" You ask. Steven's shocked confusion prompts you to fill in the gaps, "I've met avatars for each of the sins so, one of those maybe? Or a celestial body of some sort? The moon perhaps- I'm guessing you don't mean in the same sense as the cartoon boy because people with elemental manipulation do not refer to themselves that way in real life so-"

"Khonshu." Steven says when you trail.

"What?"

"He's- Khonshu's avatar."

"Egyptian God. Interesting. Correct me if I'm wrong he's the god of justice, right?"

"That's right." He nods.

"So the guy that was attacking you a few weeks ago was probably mad at him for- something related to that."

"Most likely. Can't imagine a museum guest putting a hit out on me for not having any more pyramid pens or something." Steven scratches the back of his neck and you chuckle a bit at his joke.

"Interesting."

"Look- that day, I wasn't sure if this was something I was ready to tell you. I've never told anyone this before, the only person that knows is Marc's ex-wife, so when you said you could hear our thoughts I was worried you knew more than just that there were voices in my head and- I'm sorry." Steven trails off with a sigh.

"So- what changed? Why are you telling me now?"

"Well Marc revealed himself to you." Steven says. "But more than that I just- really hate not being able to talk to you. I like my life way more with you in it but I- after how I reacted I sort of figured I'd earned my misery, that I didn't deserve your forgiveness because when you chose to trust me with your secrets I turned you away, I even judged you, instead showing literally any modicum of support of the person I care about. I made an ass of myself."

"I wasn't upset with you, you know. I mean as far as shitty reactions go yours doesn't even make the top 5. You didn't tell the apartment building to gather their pitchforks so- I count that as a win." You shrug.

"I would never-"

"I know." You nod. "While we're- confessing our sins anything else you wanna share?" You ask with a chuckle. Steven holds your gaze for a long moment and there's a brief second where you consider finding out for yourself what he's contemplating so hard, you won't of course, but the silence drags long enough to make you want to rescind the question. Eventually, Steven's hand grabs your arm and yanks you towards him. His eyes are so wide at the action you'd think he's not the one who pulled you but before you can ask him about it his lips are on yours. The kiss is short and a bit unsure but his mouth is soft against yours and when he pulls away still with that wide-eyed look you do nothing but blink at him for a moment.

"I- I'm so sorry that was- I mean Marc was- I didn't plan- I wasn't going to-"

"Steven." You place your hand against his cheek to halt his frazzled rambling. "Did you want to kiss me?" You ask.

"I've wanted to kiss you for months." He breathes.

"Then don't apologize. I've wanted to kiss you too."

"Really?"

"Yes so- I think I'm going to do it again." You say pausing long enough to give him an out. When his eyes flutter closed you take that as your sign to lean forward and connect your lips again. You're sure in that moment you could do this forever and you silently wish to whatever powers above that you'll have that long to do it as many times as you wish.

***

A/N: I'm thinking of turning this into an anthology (like There is No Right Way) of the moonknight trio dating a telepath because I think it would be interesting idk- anyone interested in more of this dynamic?

[thebisexualdogdad]

One piece preferences - How they spend halloween (GN!reader)

Luffy -

● trick or treating of course

● has a super detailed costume that he spent months making

● and starts ringing doorbells the moment the sun goes down and goes way past when the rest of the kids have gone to bed

● "Luffy it's nearly midnight I don't think people are going to open their door for you anymore"

● "but we're so close to finishing my trick or treating map, we've only got one more block to go!"

● has eaten all his candy two days after Halloween

Nami -

● hands out candy while watching scary movies

● she's made you guys a bowl of freshly popped popcorn and turns your favorite movies on

● also snacks on the candy in between visits from the kids

● pretends to be scared by the movie so she can cuddle with you

● falls asleep on the couch surrounded by empty candy wrappers

Sanji -

● throws the best Halloween party in town

● has to hire a bouncer because there's a line of people trying to get in

● as well as a bartender to make signature halloween themed drinks

● he spent the last week decorating your home

● and made all the appetizers for the party himself

● wears a couples costume with you that wins his own costume contest

Zoro -

● turns all the lights off and pretends not to be home

● unfortunately for him your neighbors saw his shadow walk by the window and started knocking on the door

● you convinced him to find something he could hand out

● so he gave the kids some ketchup packets he found in the kitchen

● "you really didn't buy any candy at all?"

● "Hey at least I didn't give them toothbrushes"

Usopp -

● favorite part of Halloween is getting to prank people

● hides in bushes and scares people walking by

● TP's random houses with giant trees knowing it'll be that much more difficult to clean up

● has you filming him so he can post the videos to tik tok hoping to go viral

● but of course the only one that does is the the video of a guy punching him after he jumped out at him with a fake machete

Shanks -

● is the guy in the neighborhood known for handing out full sized candy bars

● all the kids make sure to go to your house first

● you two sit on the porch handing out candy and playing card games

● Shanks compliments every single kids costume that comes by

● plus he's got wine in cups to go for the parents who need a little pick me up

● so he's the neighborhood favorite for both the kids and the parents

Buggy -

● runs the local haunted house

● goes all out with the a little too realistic special effects

● has had the cops called on him multiple times over the years because of the amount of terrified screams that can be heard blocks away

● you once had to convince a cop that the body he had hanging at the start of the haunted house was in fact not a real body

● and at the end of the night he's already planning on how he can outdo himself next year

Mihawk -

● doesn't even know it's Halloween yet everyone thinks he's dressed up

● "nice vampire costume dude"

● "I don't know what you're talking about"

● "it's halloween… and you're dressed like a vampire… right?"

● "this is how I dress everyday you peasant"

● you have to drag Mihawk away before he fights this dude

Cabaji -

● trick or treats and gets mad when people say "aren't you two a little too old to be trick or treating?"

● wears one of those "this is my costume" t shirts

● drinks beer while you guys are trick or treating

● steals candy from kids that don't have parents with them

● and then eggs people houses to finish off the night

[vanteguccir]

The right love for me | M.S.

Matt Sturniolo x fem!oc (Elena)

Summary: Where Elena and Matt grew up together, fell in love as kids but realized too late. Will there be any hope for them?

Warning: A little angst and mentions of cheating.

Word count: 4.5k

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Part 2

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Elena was born and raised in Boston, in a two-story house, next door to one of the most beautiful houses in the city, but not because of its external beauty, but because of who lived inside.

Elena grew up being the next-door neighbor of the Sturniolo triplets, she also studied at the same school as the three of them, these two factors made her and the trio become almost a fantastic quartet.

The four of them grew up together, ran down the street every day together, got dirty with dirt and mud on rainy days together, played cooking together (they were forced by her) and, best of all, they made mini "vlogs" together throughout their childhood and pre-adolescence, becoming literally inseparable.

Nick was Elena's confidant, always there to listen to her and give faithful advice to the girl, giving her a shoulder to cry on and a company to laugh when needed. Nick trusted Elena with his eyes closed and loved her with all his heart, so much so that she was the first one he came out to.

Chris was her partner in crime, the two grew up playing pranks on their parents, brothers (on his side) and neighbors. Chris saw Elena as his anchor, losing count of how many times he entered the girl's room through the window in the early hours of the morning to vent or just to be able to sleep with her company, dispelling his biggest fears.

Matt was a different case. Matt was the boy who took her as his date to every school dance and accompanied her to every friend's party. Matt was the boy who bought Elena flowers every week and took her to the city's summer amusement parks, always making sure to get her a different teddy bear. Matt was the boy who made her heart flutter, but also stay in a sacred calm; that made her body freeze, but also warm with affection. He was the one who introduced the feeling of love to her...

But who said he did anything about it? Despite acting almost like her boyfriend, Matt was afraid of rejection, after all, his heart belonged 100% to Elena and he couldn't bear having it completely stolen from him if she denied it. And that's why, out of a silly but genuine fear, he lost her.

At the age of 17, Elena moved to New York with her parents after her mother received a job offer that she couldn't refuse and that would open doors for her career. Seeing her leave was one of the hardest things Matt has been through, but the most painful was seeing her post on Instagram, 6 months after she left. Elena was dating, and it wasn't him.

Over time, things changed, the triplets moved to Los Angeles and grew dramatically on social media, becoming extremely well-known and loved on the Internet.

And Elena... well, Elena finished school and started International Relations at NYU, working at a coffee shop near her house so she could save money, since she was engaged. That's right, her boyfriend, Jeremy, of almost 2 years had asked her to marry him. It was a big shock and Elena had to think a lot before accepting, but it was her dream, to have a successful career and raise a family. Right?

Elena and Jeremy were in the middle of a month of decisions for the wedding, decoration, food, cake, clothes, etc., so Elena was feeling overwhelmed, it was a lot on her mind, and she found herself wondering if that was really what she wanted. Therefore, the girl (now woman) decided to pay a visit to her grandparents, who still lived in Boston. Cooling down in a place more than familiar to her seemed ideal now.

Elena just didn't expect that her grandmother would tell Mary Lou, and that Mary would tell Nick, who would tell his brothers, generating a secret collective trip to Boston. The triplets were dying to see Elena, after all, it had been 2 years since they had seen her best friend, or, in Matt's case, crush.

It was a Saturday morning when Elena landed in Boston, quickly grabbing her small suitcase and hailing a taxi at the airport's main pedestrian entry and exit gate, giving as her destination address her grandparents' house, which coincidentally, was on the same street where she grew up.

Elena planned to stay in Boston only until the next day, Sunday, since Monday she had classes again and she was going back to work, besides she knew that if she stayed much longer away from home, from Jeremy, he would lose his mind.

It didn't take long for Elena to arrive at her destination. The girl got out of the car after paying the taxi driver and took her suitcase from the trunk, thanking him once again before she knocked on the front door, waiting.

It was a big surprise for her when her grandfather opened the door and behind him were her best friends, Nick was holding a sign that said "WELCOME BACK, ELENA! WE MISSED YOU ♡", while Chris was holding three packets of her favorite candy in his hands and Matt held a bouquet of flowers that almost hid his red face, Elena wondered if it was from embarrassment or the heat from the summer.

The girl dropped the suitcase, bringing her right hand to her mouth, covering half of her surprised expression. She felt her eyes fill with tears, God, how she missed the three boys.

Next to her were her grandparents, with big smiles on their faces and bright eyes, watching her with a mix of affection and pride.

"Oh my God, you guys are crazy! What are you doing in Boston? I thought you were in LA!" Elena exclaimed, her voice cracking mid-sentence with high emotions.

"We were, but Grandma told our mom that you were coming here today and I couldn't handle missing my best friend anymore." Nick said as he placed the poster on the couch. He turned quickly and ran to the girl, hugging her tightly. The action seemed to wake Matt and Chris, who quickly moved and formed a mini line behind the oldest.

"Damn, you look old" Chris joked when his brother got out of the hug, laughing loudly when Elena hit his forehead. "Here, to sweeten your life." He scoffed, handing the candy packets to her.

"I have to check if these aren't sour candies, coming from you I expect everything." Elena joked, taking the candies and placing them on top of her suitcase. She opened her arms and hugged Chris momentarily.

Chris pulled away as they separated and positioned himself next to Nick, the two exchanging glances before turning their gaze to Matt.

"They're pink tulips, I hope they're still your favorites" Matt stepped forward, showing the full bouquet before handing it to her.

"Oh Matt, they're beautiful! Thank you" Elena received the bouquet, smelling them quickly and mentally punishing herself for blushing.

Matt smiled widely and watched her for a few seconds, only breaking out of his trance when he heard Elena's grandfather make a fake cough. The boy shook his head and walked away, lowering his gaze to the ground.

Elena quickly placed the bouquet on the coffee table and finally greeted her grandparents, placing kisses on their age-marked cheeks.

"Let's take these things to your room and make plans for the weekend!" Nick spoke loudly, throwing the candies to Chris and taking the small suitcase in his hands, before starting to climb the stairs without waiting for anyone.

Elena laughed loudly as she heard Chris swear at Nick as he bent down to pick up the packages that fell at his feet. Matt shook his head, smiling as he saw the girl take the bouquet with extreme delicacy.

The three following the oldest up the stairs.

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Hours later, the quartet found themselves in the triplets parents car, parked at the Mc Donald's they grew up going to, while eating their favorite burguers and catching up on conversations. They spent the afternoon driving around the places they went when young, which made Elena's heart warm, she missed that, that feeling of calm, without any burden, without obligations or responsibilities, just the interest of being happy.

During that early morning, Elena woke up to the sound of rocks hitting her window, which she quickly recognized. What surprised her was that when she got up and approached the window it wasn't Chris there, but Matt.

"What are you doing here?" Elena asked in a whisper after opening her window, squinting her eyes as she tried to better see Matt's silhouette in the pitch black night.

"Let me in." Matt whispered back, ignoring her question as he looked down to check if he wasn't about to fall off the edge of the roof.

Elena sighed and walked to the side, giving Matt space to enter through the window, closing it shortly after to stop the night wind of entering the room.

"What are you doing here at this time?" Elena asked again, sitting on the edge of her bed and watching him.

"As if I didn't pay you visits in the early hours of the morning before." He responded smiling, sitting on the bed and dragging himself until his back was against the headboard and his legs were stretched out on the mattress. He slapped his hand on the space beside him, looking at Elena.

The girl sighed but smiled, following his silent request.

"I missed you" Matt commented. "It's strange to live life without you with us"

"I miss you too" Elena replied, looking at him. "It's strange to only keep in touch on the phone and find out about some things through social media" She continued, receiving a nod from the brunette.

"You still have them" Matt realized as he noticed all the teddy bears he got for Elena piled up on top of the dresser next to the closet.

"Of course I have them, why would I throw them away? They're cute and remind me that you're actually good at something" She scoffed, receiving a light push from the boy.

"As if you weren't rooting like crazy for me while I was trying to hit the game targets" He mocked back, seeing Elena roll her eyes with a big smile on her face.

"Obviously, getting teddy bears is better than buying them, have you seen the prices of these little things?" Elena gave a low laugh when she saw Matt open his mouth exaggeratedly, soon after the two burst into laughter together.

"So, are you really going to get married?" Matt asked suddenly after they calmed down, looking directly at her.

"Yeah, I will" She replied, lowering her gaze to her hands, specifically to the silver ring on her left ring finger.

"You don't look very excited" He commented, making the girl sigh.

"I just... I don't know, I'm so young, you know? I'm only 20, getting married seems a bit drastic right now, but Jeremy thinks it will be good for our future, us having the same last name will help in the office" She replied, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What does he do for a living again?" The brunette asked.

"He currently works at his father's office and studies law," Elena said, noticing the grimace he made at her response. "What?"

"He doesn't seem like your type. In fact, he seems like quite a daddy's boy." Matt commented, regretting it seconds later after seeing Elena's eyebrows raise in surprise.

"And what do you know about my type, Matthew?"

"I'm sorry, ignore what I said" Matt intervened quickly, the last thing he wanted was to fight with Elena now, knowing that after that Sunday, he didn't know when he would see her again. Maybe at her wedding, the boy felt himself shudder at the thought.

Elena sighed.

"You know that my dream has always been to be successful with my career and have my own family. Us getting married would give me both... Having his last name, I will be able to start my International Relations profession within the office that soon will be his, which will make me grow faster on the career, and I'll have my own family." Elena spoke while gesturing.

"Sounds like there's a lot of self-interest involved" Matt commented.

"Matthew!" The girl exclaimed, making him raise his arms in a sign of redemption.

"Sorry, sorry." He sighed. "I remember, you know."

"What?" Elena looked at him confused.

"How you always wanted a family, when we were kids me, Nick and Chris were always messing around and you were playing mommy with your barbies. You wouldn't let go of that damn Baby Alive even if you were paid to, always taking her everywhere." Matt let out a laugh as he remembered, making Elena laugh along as she saw her own smaller figure running after the triplets with her doll in hands.

"You can't say anything, you always took care of my Baby Alive when I asked you to" The girl replied with a wide smile, watching Matt roll his eyes exaggeratedly while she laughed as quietly as she could.

The brunette turned to her to rebut, but stopped in his action, reinforcing in his mind every detail of the face of the girl who had his heart in her hands, details that he had memorized a long time ago and still found himself remembering and tracing in his mind on sleepless nights.

The two stared deeply at each other for what seemed like an eternity, before Elena looked away and fake coughed.

"Just think about your decision Elena." Matt asked softly before getting up from the queen sized bed.

"Where are you going?" Elena looked at him again, her eyes pleading, as if she was afraid he would leave her there, alone and without him.

"I'm going back home, if my mother wakes up and doesn't see me in bed in the morning, I'm sure she'll freak out, and the situation won't turn out very well for us." He spoke with a sigh, going to the window and opening it, looking back one last time, before moving outside, closing it again before disappearing from the girl's vision.

Elena stood still for a few minutes, processing the conversation and that last moment, feeling her heart sink at the thought of not seeing the boy again for a long time after Sunday. It felt like a goodbye.

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On the next day, Elena woke up significantly early as she felt the sun's rays coming through her window. As she opened her eyes, ready to complain about why it was so bright in the room, she remembered Matt leaving and how she forgot to get up and close the curtains.

The girl sighed, before getting up and getting ready for the day. She felt excited to be able to see her friends again, but her heart ached at the thought that that very night she would leave again.

After getting ready, Elena took her cell phone and saw a message left by Jeremy.

"I hope you're having a good time there. I can't wait to have you here again today, I can't stop looking at the wedding catalogues. Do you prefer chocolate or vanilla cake? xx, jeremy"

Elena sighed again, it's obvious she preferred vanilla, how did he not know that? The girl shook her head, deciding to answer him another time.

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"What are we doing today?" Nick asked as they found themselves in front of the triplets' door, as they had done years before.

"I thought we'd go to the amusement park, the one that only opens in the summer, you know? Like old days." Matt suggested. Elena looked at him when she heard about the park, quickly looking away when she saw him already looking back at her. She needed to stop this.

"Let's go then!" Chris spoke loudly, running over to his parents' car again, fiddling with the passenger door handle impatiently, begging Matt to unlock it.

Elena laughed at the action, running to the car too and soon getting into the back seat, sitting behind Chris's group, having a view of the driver's seat.

A few minutes later the four arrived at the amusement park and started going on the basic rides, which the four liked, bumper cars, roller coasters and carousel.

"Can we go on the ferris wheel?" Elena asked, puting her hands in a sign of prayer and looking at the three of them with a pleading look.

"I'm not going, it's too boring. I want to go to the arcade area" Chris replied, ignoring the girl who was begging.

"I want to go to the arcade too!" Nick shouted, raising his hand like a child and approaching Chris, making Elena roll her eyes and cross her arms with a huff.

"I'll go with you." Matt said looking at Elena, who smiled big, taking his hand and dragging him through the park to the ferris wheel line, ignoring the taller man's protests.

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"Wow, I don't remember the last time I entered a cabin like that" Matt commented, closing the small door behind him and sitting on the single bench next to Elena, who smiled as she nodded and looked at the outside view through the cabin's glass window.

Matt found himself watching her, taking note of her profile, feeling himself falling in love with her all over again.

It didn't take long for the wheel to start moving, the cabin swayed a little making Elena let out a surprised sound, holding onto Matt's arm to steady herself.

"Sorry, I don't remember it moving that much" She commented, smiling awkwardly as she took her hand off the boy's arm, watching him wave his hand like it was nothing.

The two focused their eyes outside the cabin, taking note of the people who looked like little ants as the cabin rose higher, the blue sky with few clouds, the light breeze that blew and the birds that passed by in the distance. Elena looked at the cabin ahead and saw a couple cuddling each other, smiling big as they also watched the view, and she found herself trying to remember if she had ever been through that with Jeremy, but her mind came out was blank.

Her chest tightened as she realized that she had never even been to an amusement park with Jeremy, or a park, or a romantic walk. With Jeremy it was always all about work and having the perfect status.

Her gaze changed from the couple to Matt, noticing that he was also looking at the couple, but quickly his blue eyes focused on her as well.

"I love being able to look at you up close like this," Matt whispered, as if he was afraid of speaking too loudly and end what they were having.

Elena smiled, blushing, but forcing herself not to look away from him, she didn't want to miss that moment for anything. Her eyes took in all the little details of Matt's face, his sparkling blue eyes with dilated pupils, his nose perfectly shaped and the right size for his face, his cheekbones slightly reddened by the heat, his big, messy hair, his beard starting to appear again due to the time without shaving it... She felt like she could stay there forever.

Matt moved slightly closer, stopping with his mouth centimeters from hers, seeming to wait to see if she would pull away, which she didn't. Elena held herself in place, yearning to feel him.

Matt, realizing that there was no movement on her part, moved closer until their lips touched, and Elena felt that everything she read in romance books about the sensations of electricity through her body and the fireworks around her when kissing her right person was true.

Matt let out a sigh through his nose at the sensation, feeling instant relief and as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He never wanted to leave there again.

It was just a touch of lips, but it was enough for them at that moment. It was exactly what they needed.

Elena pulled away first, still with her eyes closed, trying to prolong the feeling and sensations in her body and mind. When she opened her eyes, she noticed Matt already looking at her, smiling broadly, and she returned the smile.

"I love you." Matt blurted out, making Elena's eyes widen. "Elena, I'm sorry for not having said or done anything before, but I've loved you for as long as I can remember, since the first flower I plucked from my mother's garden and gave to you, since the first time you gave me your Baby Alive for me to take care of as if it were the most precious thing in the world, since the first day you asked me to kiss your scraped knee to heal it. I've loved you for so long and I was an idiot for not saying it. And it's okay if you don't want me, you're engaged, you have a life in New York and... Asking you to leave all of this is impossible, but I needed to tell you."

Before Elena could process it, the bubble around the two seemed to burst as the ferris wheel stopped and their turn was over, the little cabin door opening again.

Matt cleared his throat, getting up and helping Elena out. When they both touched their feet on the floor, Elena felt her cell phone vibrate, picking it up only to see that Jeremy was sending her a new message about the wedding, and at that moment she fell to reality, she had cheated on her fiancé with her best friend. A bitter taste entered her mouth, her body froze and a horrible feeling took over her heart. God, what did she do?

Elena quickly pulled away from Matt, feeling her hands shake. She put her cell phone in her bag and turned to the taller man, seeing him looking at her with a worried look.

"Matt I cheated on him... I-I cheated on my fiancé with you." She stuttered. Matt looked at her with a weight on his eyes, feeling horrible for having contributed to that, blaming himself for kissing her, wanting to go back in time and not even agreeing to go on the ferris wheel with the girl.

He loved her, but she didn't love him back, not like he wanted her to.

"Elena look, it's going to be okay, you can talk to him, I swear I won't approach you again, I'm sorry-"

"I-I need to go."

"What?" Matt stopped walking completely.

"I need to go Matt." She looked into his eyes, feeling guilty as she saw immense pain in the blue pools. "Don't go after me, please. I'm sorry."

Elena turned and ran away, wiping the tears that fell from her eyes without stopping and feeling an emptiness and weight in her chest, as if part of her had stayed with Matt.

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The girl got out of the taxi in front of her grandparents house and walked to the door, taking the spare key that her grandfather had given her, trying to unlock the lock with her blurry vision.

"Elena?" The girl heard her grandmother call from the kitchen after closing the door behind her.

"Hi grandma." Elena responded, her voice cracking from the held back cry.

Her grandmother quickly appeared at the kitchen door after noticing the difference in her granddaughter's voice, approaching with quick steps when she saw the youngest's red eyes and wet cheeks.

"Oh Elena, what happened?" The older woman asked worriedly, taking Elena's shoulders and leading her to the sofa, sitting her on the soft surface and sitting next to her.

"Why does love hurt so much, grandma?" Elena asked, letting out a sob. Her grandmother sighed, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Oh Elena, love doesn't hurt dear. It took me many years to learn that, if love is right for you and your heart, and it's reciprocal, it doesn't hurt, it wasn't made to hurt. It was with your grandfather that I learned that love is free, it is generous, it is safe and it empowers you in a way that makes you feel stronger and like you can conquer the world." The oldest explained with a smile. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

"I kissed Matt." Elena said, looking down at her hands, quickly looking away from the ring. "We went to the amusement park we went to as kids, I wanted to go on the ferris wheel and he accompanied me, we had a moment and we kissed."

"He always looked at you differently... And you at him, so much so that I swore you two would end up together. I remember all the times you came running here with a new flower in your hands and said it was from Matt, as If I didn't already know that." Elena smiled upon hearing her grandmother's words.

"But grandma, I'm engaged." She whispered regretfully.

"Do you love Jeremy?" The eldest asked, cupping her granddaughter's cheek and lifting her face so she could look her in the eyes.

"I-I... I don't know." Elena desperately tried to feel for Jeremy what she felt for Matt. "I don't feel about him what I feel when I think about Matt, or when I'm with him. Jeremy is an incredible man, with a planned and perfect life... I feel so pressured sometimes, like I have to be perfect all the time to fit in with him and his plans. It's not light, grandma."

Elena cried harder when she realized how heavy her days were with Jeremy, how she always had to have the most impeccable and perfect clothes, with the best posture, the most flawless makeup, the best-groomed hair and the best modes. How she felt about being looked at and evaluated by everyone all the time, especially at Jeremy's parenting conferences or in her father's office.

"Elena, pay close attention to me, what does your heart say if you spend more time worrying about perfection than kissing him? If you spend more time in the day thinking about a thousand things than living love lightly? Do you feel like to run away when with him? Honey, I'm sorry, but that's not love. Not the right one for you, at least."

Elena looked at her grandmother, surprised by her wisdom and how it all made sense.

Jeremy was a perfect man, but not for her. Matt was her perfect match.

God, what would she do now? She ran out of the park and left Matt all by himself after he declared his love for her. And she still had Jeremy...

"I already know what I gave to do."

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Part 2

[lizzyk137]

I'll Be There for You - A Spencer Reid Fanfic (Spencer Reid X Reader)

Description: You and Spencer had become friends since he moved into your building. Slowly you fell for him only for him to find someone else. Warnings: Mentions of- death, depression. Angst and jealousy.

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Perfection.

That's what you thought every time you saw your next-door neighbor. Pure perfection.

You knew who he was exactly. A FBI agent, part of the BAU, one of the greatest minds on the planet and he was your next-door neighbor.

He had just moved in a few months ago and ever since then, you'd catch yourself looking through your windows to see him walking off the bus and then running to the door to hear him walk up the stairs, only to open your door just as he was fumbling with his keys to do some mysterious tasks just so you could talk to him.

The first time you ever saw him was when he was unloading his stuff out of a moving van with a few friends, who you've come to know were his co-workers and practically his family. You were pulling up on your bike after a quick morning ride, to see the most gorgeous man turn to look at you as you braked the closer you got.

"Hello!" A cheerful blonde called out as you locked your bike near the entrance of your apartment building.

"Hi!" You had said quietly, suddenly getting nervous as four people, including the supermodel of a man, turned to look at you. You felt like they were looking you all over, analyzing you, which you had come to find out that they naturally do to everyone since it's their job.

"I'm Penelope! This is my friend Spencer; he's moving into the building!" The blonde said with the biggest smile plastered on her face. She was bubbly and confident which made you nervous since you were neither of those things.

"I'm Y/n, I live in 13B. It's nice to meet you." You briefly made eye contact with Spencer's sunglasses covered eyes before looking back down at your hands nervously.

"Did you know in most cultures 13 is considered an unlucky number and the bringer of bad luck? Most buildings skip the 13th floor entirely and most places don't number a house or apartment as the number 13 since it could bring bad luck to the area?" Spencer stated, looking at you.

"Um, I did know that actually. 13 is one of my favourite numbers and I also own a black cat too. So hopefully you don't have to be my neighbor." You chuckled trying to make a joke. The others laughed but Spencer just stood there looking at you.

"Actually, my apartment is number 11, and with how the building is organized with odd numbers on the left and even numbers on the right, I am more than likely your neighbor. Plus, I also don't believe in superstitions since there is no scientific proof that they harbor any bad luck."

You nodded. "Oh... well, um did you guys need any help with your stuff?" You motioned with your head to the van filled with boxes labeled books. "There is a service elevator just on the other side of the building that we can use to bring in the larger stuff."

"Thanks, that would be a big help." A handsome-looking gentleman said. "The name's Morgan." He said winking at you.

A dark-haired woman shook her head at Morgan, then said, "Why don't we pull out what we can and do an assembly line to the apartment then we can use the elevator for the larger furniture?"

"Sounds good!" Penelope said and everyone broke away from the huddle to start pulling boxes out.

After that day, the apartment next to yours was quiet. The front door never opened or closed, and you worried that your new neighbor was dead. Worried after the fifth day of not hearing anything you knocked on the door to no reply.

You had called your landlord and asked him if the next door was vacant since you were certain that no living soul was in there. He said Spencer was still renting and gave you his number to call.

You sent out a text two days later, hoping that he wasn't dead next door.

'Hi, this is Y/N from unlucky apartment 13. I just wanted to make sure you were okay since there's been no noise for the past week. I hope my bad luck didn't reach you!'

You tried keeping it light and friendly, hoping that your worrying didn't lead to the real thing happening.

You received a reply a day later to your surprise and relief.

'Hi, unlucky number thirteen. No, the bad luck has not caught up with me. I've been away on a case and have yet to be home. Thanks for checking up on me!'

You chuckled at the message and from then on you and Spencer exchanged texts every hour cracking small jokes.

It wasn't until you heard the keys jingle outside the door a few days later that you bolted out of your window seat and opened the door to find an exhausted Spencer trying to unlock his door.

He was so tired he didn't even realize you had been standing there watching him struggle for a few minutes until you cleared your throat making him jump, dropping his keys in the process.

You reached down to pick them up, and your hair flipped out of your face giving him the best view to see your beautiful smile light up your face as you handed him his keys back. He cleared his throat, hoping his face wasn't red even though it felt like it was burning. "Thanks." He mumbled and opened the door quickly only for it to open a foot.

Inside you could see boxes piled up blocking any sort of passage through.

Spencer tried to shimmy his way in but eventually had to put his back to the door, bracing himself as he pushed it open with his body.

"Did you want any help unpacking?" You ask chuckling as the maze of boxes piled up.

Spencer tilted his head to look at you then let out a tired breath. "Honestly, I'd love that, but I'm exhausted. I haven't slept in the past couple of days. If the offer still stands in the next couple of days, I'll take you up on it." He put on a small smile for you to show he appreciated your offer.

You nodded lightly, "Let me know when you're all set, I'd be more than glad to set a few hours aside to help you!"

And he did let you know a few days later. You heard a soft knock on the door and could hear him pace back and forth for a second while you pulled a blanket over your thin tank top and short shorts.

"Spencer?" You said surprised as you pulled open the door to reveal a very nervous man.

He wiped his hands on his pants and cleared his throat. "Does the offer still stand to help unpack? I tried unpacking myself and it is not going that well." His voice was barely a whisper at the end, and you ended up laughing a bit at how nervous he was.

He gulped at the sight of you laughing at what he said, hoping he didn't seem inadequate at something so simple as packing.

"I told you the offer would still stand so there is no need to be nervous, plus packing always goes better when you do it with someone. " You chuckled and closed your apartment door behind him.

He didn't move from where he was, so you ended up knocking into him a little bit. "Whoops, sorry!" You said trying to take a step back but there was nowhere to go with how close Spencer was to you.

He just continued to stare at you and then cleared his throat taking a step back. He headed back to his apartment as you followed behind in your fuzzy slippers. He opened the door as much as he could and held it open for you to shimmy inside. Your chest moving as you nudged your way inside made his face instantly heat up and his eyes go wide as he tore his eyes away from your thin top.

'Get it together Spencer. She's helping you out, it's not time to check her out.' He thought to himself shaking his head as the image flashed back into his head.

"So where do you want to start?" Your voice rang out to him, making the thought of your chest disappear.

"Um," his voice cracked a bit as he tried to control it, "I think we should start in the kitchen since it has the most breakable stuff."

He led the way to the kitchen and you both started tearing through boxes and pulling out items, asking him where he would want things to which he was clueless on what would go better where so he left it up to you. In fact, he left every part of his house up to you on how it should be arranged. He just followed your orders and moved items to where they needed to go, his face turning bright red when you'd catch him staring at you making you blush slightly.

After that, Spencer and you became close friends and frequented each other's apartments often for movie night, to play games, to talk or just to read each other's massive collection of books. After a while, you both had a key to each other's house and you'd often find Spencer in your reading corner, which you had put a special chair just for him in, and he would find you making something delicious in his kitchen as you sang along to some k-pop song off-key.

You both grew to be best friends, closer than he and JJ were, and he'd often take you to team functions as his plus one. You were slowly falling in love with the tall nerdy genius, and you thought he felt the same way until one day he mentioned a girl that he was talking to.

Maeve.

Movie nights turned into Maeve nights. Nightly walks were only to phone booths where you would sit outside on the curb waiting for Spencer to be done, and weekly bookstore trips were only to look for a book Maeve suggested in her nightly phone calls.

Soon everything you once did together started going away and Spencer wasn't the same guy you first fell for.

You'd make him dinners for when he'd come back home from cases only for none of it to be touched. Books you bought that you knew he was waiting to be released would be left untouched and piling up on the table by the door.

The team would fill you in and let you know he was okay at least once a week since you never saw or heard from him anymore.

Sure, you were happy that Spencer found someone, it broke your heart that it wasn't you, but you were still happy for your friend. But soon, Spencer didn't want your company as he used to want it. Everything slowly was crumbling, and you were left in the dark from him.

It lasted for ten months before it all stopped. No noise, no movement, not even a breath was heard in the apartment next to yours. The team would come by, and he wouldn't open up his door to any of them.

Maeve died and Spencer was broken.

It lasted like that for months. You tried not to linger by his door on your way to and from work. You tried not to care too deeply for someone that dropped you months ago. You tried your hardest not to think about Spencer Reid. And it almost worked.

You were putting on your heels for a night out with the girls. In the last few months, the girls of the BAU team became super close even with Emily flying in every so often to meet up. Penelope had suggested a girl's night out with dinner, drinking and dancing. The three D's as she liked to call it. And for someone lucky they got the fourth D at the end of the night, and in PG terms she called it dessert.

Looking into the mirror, you looked back at yourself checking every part of your outfit over. A tight, sparkly black over the shoulder sleeved mini dress with black strappy heels. You had gone all out on your makeup, something one of your friends from college taught you how to do to get extra money on the weekends, and you had curled your hair in loose waves.

You sighed, fidgeting with the hem of your dress, a bit uncomfortable with how much skin was showing. You had been slowly building your confidence up the last few months you spent with Spencer since he showed you that it was okay to be you and that you didn't have to hide it, and you were trying to keep building confidence up even though he wasn't there anymore.

Your phone buzzed and you saw that it was Penelope messaging you that they were there. Grabbing your bag and stuffing your phone inside you headed out and stopped to look at Spencer's door, littered with baskets of self-care stuff and dead flowers. You missed him, but the door was a reflection of what he wanted, to close everyone out and drown out the world.

Dinner went by in a flash, full of laughter and drinks, and you were headed to the club when Penelope shrieked besides you.

"You okay, hun?" You asked chuckling at the girl next to you that was practically hyperventilating.

Instead of giving you an answer she just waved her phone around until JJ grabbed it and looked at what was pulled up. "Wow..." JJ mumbled. She showed you and Emily what seemed to be a picture. Emily blew it up and there all the guys from the BAU including Will were lined up on the wall dressed up in suits with stern expressions on their face.

"Daddy Morgan is looking so fine." Penelope whispered causing you to laugh loudly.

"Oh my god, is that Spencer?" Emily gasped.

All four of you leaned closer in to look at the line up of men. Morgan, Rossi, Hotch, Will and Spencer. Morgan had his best smolder on, Rossi did not look pleased to be there, Hotch looked tired, Will stood there like a deer in headlights and Spencer looked so tired that it broke your heart a little.

"I know, I know I said it was a girl's night but the boys were getting Spencer out of the house and at least out doing normal human things so I said they could tag along. Please don't be mad." Giving you her best pleading look.

"I think it's a good idea to get Spencer out of the house. Y/N is that okay with you?" JJ asked you concerned. She could see you tense up after Penelope said she invited them.

Nodding your head as a reply you looked back at the picture on Penelope's phone staring a hole into Spencer's digital self until you had to see the real thing.

You made it through the club's line quicker than expected, all thanks to Emily flirting with the female bouncer, and you headed inside, music blaring, to find the table the guys reserved for you. Emily could see you fidgeting with your bag, so she pulled you over to the bar and ordered a round of shots. "Liquid courage." She said as she handed you a glass. You ended up downing five shots and one mixed drink until Emily pulled you over to the table to drop your bags off to dance.

"Damn, princess, you are looking good." Morgan whistled to you, winking as you shrugged playfully.

"I see you girls are dressed up nicely, did we interrupt girls' night?" Rossi asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Kind of, but we can still pull in our catch." Emily winked as she replied back.

Your eyed slowly drifted around the table as everyone engaged in conversations with each other until your eyes landed on Spencer who was staring at you with his jaw locked. You stared at each other for a few minutes before you felt a light touch on your shoulder. Looking up, you saw a handsome man smiling down at you.

"Hi, Y/N, right? I'm Jesse, we met at the bookstore last week."

"Oh, hi!" The table growing silent as they eyed the newcomer at the table, and you knew they were unintentionally profiling him. You could feel Spencer's eyes drilled into your back.

"I just saw you and was hoping it was you. I wanted to thank you for that book recommendation for my class! Surprisingly the sixth graders enjoyed it."

"I'm so glad to hear that! I read it to my class not too long ago and they loved it!"

Jesse nodded and looked up at the table. "Oh, I'm being rude. I'll leave ya be to your friends!"

"No, no! That's okay!" Penelope practically screamed out. "Y/N was looking for someone to dance with, if you want to dance." You swerved in your seat to give her a death glare before politely smiling back up at Jesse.

Jesse chuckled, "Um, if you want to dance, I'd like to accompany you." He extended his hand out and you gently took it letting him lead you to the dance floor.

Spencer scoffed, as he watched you two walked away. Rossi eyed him and shook his head. "What?" He asked the older man. "The guy was obviously into her. He was practically eyeing her body the entire time. And the excuse of coming over here to thank her for recommending a book! Lame."

"I never thought I'd hear Reid use the word lame before." Morgan muttered to Hotch.

"I thought the guy was nice. I see him come into the station to help out with the toy drives and I hear he helps out at all the shelters around town." Will commented causing Spencer to roll he eyes.

The table grew silent for a few minutes and the girls went off the dance, Will in tow, and Reid was left with three men who knew him the best looking at him.

Spencer took a sip of his water, trying not to let on that he was suddenly uncomfortable with all three men staring at him.

"I think we have a jealous Reid." Rossi finally said, breaking the silence.

Hotch laughed, "I think you're right. Maybe you should just tell her you like her."

Spencer shook his head confused and took another sip of his drink. "I just got out a relationship, which did not end well. How could I suddenly be jealous of her? She just met the guy for a second time."

All three men laughed at Spencer's remarks making him more puzzled at what they were saying.

Morgan cleared his throat, "No, not jealous of her in that way. Jealous of the guy she's with. As soon as she walked in you have been eyeing her, and when Jesse showed up you got mad at her for giving her attention to another guy. Even now your eyes have been following her around." Morgan explained.

"And don't say it's for her safety. She's quite safe surrounded by two fully trained agents and one police officer." Rossi chimed in.

"You like her, just tell her that." Hotch spoke up next, "What you had with Maeve was meaningful and real, but it was also mostly through a phone and there was so many secrets she kept from you. You should be with someone that you don't have to hide from. Someone that can be your best friend when you need it and is always there for you."

Spencer just nodded and turned his gaze towards you, watching as you drunkenly swayed your body to the music.

"Maybe I will, but I also don't know what to feel, and she means too much to me to use to figure out my own feelings." He starred at you as you laughed and danced. He was happy you were having fun, but he always wished his arms were wrapped around you as you both danced the night away.

[novasintheroom]

A home for you and me

Combining these two asks since they both ask for the same line! Hope you don't mind <3

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.9k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: It's a new chapter in your lives.

Now part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

It’s a hot day. Most people are avoiding the worst of it by staying indoors, where some have cooling vents from the Plant, and others just have shade.

Vash feels sweat drip down his back, his knuckles lightly cramping around the cloth handles for bags laden with food stuffs. He’s happy with the haul from the market. Fresh fruit and vegetables, with synthetic meat that didn’t look too grey. This town really was a good place to settle down. He’ll have to tell you again when he gets home.

Home.

What a strange concept. Over one-hundred and fifty years on No Man’s Land, and Vash could hardly call any place truly home. Sure, there’s the ship, Home. Luida and Brad are wonderful. But he never wanted to overstay his welcome there, always leaving within a few days to hoof it once again across the deserts and try to repent for his wrongs. And always being on the run as either an outlaw or just an unwanted or unwelcome stranger made it impossible to settle down anywhere.

Until now.

Home comes into view as he rounds a corner. Sitting along a row of similar houses, it’s small, built of metal and rock and precious few beams of wood to bend in the desert winds. Three painted pots sit near the door – a craft you’d insisted on doing to help brighten the outside with more than oranges and browns. The string lights sway in the slight breeze over the doorway, waiting to turn on once the suns dip lower and the shadows come.

Someone might say it’s not much. But give them a century of travel, and it’ll become the best thing a man has seen.

His left hand turns the handle of the door – unlocked, you probably saw him coming through the window – and goes inside.

He only has a moment to hear your squeal and drop the groceries before you launch yourself at him. He catches you, feels your legs wrap around his waist to keep yourself locked in place. He is pummeled by your lips on his jaw, his neck, his cheeks. “Mayfly – !” He’s already overheated, but this is making it worse. “What are you – “

“I’m so happy we have a house!” You exclaim, planting a big kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I’m so happy you get to get groceries!”

Ah, zoomies. You’d been doing this lately, just too happy to have a house to do anything but run around or kiss him. He lets out a laugh, pulling you into a hug to stop your onslaught. “Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home?” He walks into the hallway, gently kicking the door closed behind.

You snort and pull back with a look. “You know you love it.”

He hums. “I’m sure the neighbors love it too,” he says. Still, he leans forward and catches your lips in a full kiss.

When you pull back, you finally put your feet back to the floor and stoop down to gather the grocery bags. “C’mon, I’ve been rearranging the furniture and I need to get your opinion. Oh, also, one of the neighbors came by and gave us a casserole! Isn’t that weird? She was super nice, though. I think she said she lives a few doors down, but I’ll have to check again. I think she has those two teenage boys that we saw walking earlier. Looked a lot like her!”

You wander down the hall, expecting him to follow at your heels, just like when you travelled. But Vash has to take a moment. You’re carrying groceries instead of supplies for camp. There’s food in the house, a place to safely lay your heads. You cut a beautiful figure, knocking into the corner as you go to the kitchen with what he brought home. Already trusting he got the right supplies, that this is going to work. You want him to look at the furniture.

You pop your head back in the hall when he doesn’t immediately show up. Your face falls, and you’re rushing to him. “Birdie, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” You reach up, and Vash is surprised to feel tears being wiped away. He hadn’t known he was crying. “Did something happen at the market?”

Vash takes a moment to rein it in. Then he pulls you into a tight hug, a watery laugh spilling out. “I’m just…really glad we have a home.”

You coo and rub his back. It still has all the scars and metal plates under the shirt. All the reminders of where he’s been, what he’s gone through. You feel your own tears prick in your eyes. What you would give to make that go away. But it’s what made him the man he is today, and you wouldn’t have him any other way. Your sweet man. You rock him side to side with your feet and whisper, “Me too, sweetheart.”

Vash sniffles into your shoulder, glasses pressed into the crook of your neck. Then he pulls away, sighing and wiping his eyes. “Alright, alright, I’m done.” He laughs. Then, looking down, he asks, “One more kiss? Please?”

With a smile, you say, “See? I knew you loved it.” You go to your tiptoes and press your lips to his.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Don't Hug Me Neighbor

《You and your friends find yourselves in a new Home.》

《Inspired By: [post] [post], fan artists as well》

《Warnings: the subject matter this ARG has are potentially disturbing. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Welcome Home was created by Clown @ partycoffin. DHMIS also obtains potentially disturbing content, be mindful.》

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"I quite like this place!" Duck remarked, gazing through one of the opened windows from the house.

"Yeah, I do too, it's peaceful." Red Guy said, watching the sun rise from beyond the orange-colored sky of this new place.

You nodded at the two, settling yourself beside Yellow, asking him for his thoughts.

"I.. uh, I don't really know.." Yellow replied, the young boy yawns tiredly. His head rocking back and forth as he tries to stay awake with his family. You smile at Yellow, "well, let's explore later in the day, it's a bit early, isn't?" You said affectionately, picking up the puppet carefully as he snuggles into your neck.

"Hmp, I want to explore now." Duck whispers under his breath, but follows you and Yellow back to your rooms.

You pause, looking back at Red, asking him if he was gonna head back with you. Yet he remains silent, his focus on the outside world, much different from the one you all knew.

You tuck Yellow back in his bed, patting his messy blue hair before whispering reassuring words to see him when he woke up. Duck heads back into his bed as well, mumbling a sleepy "good-night".

You, however, don't go back to bed. Instead, creeping back downstairs to see Red still in the same place where you left him. His mind still elsewhere, hopefully somewhere happy, you hoped.

You open the fridge, clicking your tongue in distaste, peeved at the stains of blood decorating the inside. Opting to ignore it, you focus on a few items you needed to make a pleasant breakfast.

You were so thankful for the stove to be working today.

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"I reckon if there's any coffee left," Red states, walking over to the fridge, but finding it empty.

"Is there?" Duck asks, looking through his crossword puzzle as Yellow happily munches on the crepes you made.

"No."

"Any in the pantry?" Red questioned you, watching you clean around the pantry door. "No, sorry. I guess will have to stalk up today for groceries."

"Oh yay! We- we can explore this place today!" Yellow cheered, Duck recoiled in disgust. "Close your mouth when you eat, it's rude to talk with your mouthful."

"Sorry..."

You throw away a red-color stained rag in the trash, coming over to Yellows side of the table. Wiping away the crumbs on his cheeks as Red brightens up at the idea of heading into the new environment.

"Yeah! It's evening now, I think we should be fine."

"Hmm, lemme finish this first," Duck says, looking over his puzzle. "What is a six-letter word for an action, but also a group of birds."

"It's a murder." Yellow says, you wince at the words, but dutifully take away the dishes from the table and place them in the sink.

"That can't be right..." Duck utters, scratching the tip of his pencil on his head.

"Can we please just cut away to the exploring bit, please."

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What Animal Los Vaqueros (+ Valeria)   Would Randomly Bring Home To You (Headcanons)

(Remember This is just what I (My headcanons), enjoy reading!)(Could be seen as Platonic, Romantic?) (GN Reader) (Alejandro, Rodolfo and Valeria)

Alejandro Vargas 

- Where did Alejandro find a literal donkey? Neither of you knew, even Alejandro himself didn't know as he walks through the front door, his arms crossed as he watched the donkey peek her head into the kitchen window, pushing her face up against it to see in.

- When Alejandro spots you, his eyes open a bit wide as he bit his inner cheek, before scrambling to make an excuse. He came up with nothing and just admitted he found her while on a mission, and she was hungry and wouldn't stop chewing on Alejandro's shirt.

- Alejandro would chuckle and ask you for some help, cutting up some apples, carrots and bananas for the donkey who tried to get through the front door. Alejandro quickly ran off to ensure she didn't do that.. moving the donkey to the backyard instead.

- He's actually pretty decent at taking care of the donkey, and teased you, asking if you want to feed or ride her. He's joking, please don't ride the donkey, if you do..  He's standing right next to you, prepared to catch you or calm the donkey down so both you and the donkey will be safe.

- Alejandro's willing to find a new farm or home for the donkey if you don't like her, he would indeed tease You about it though, you don't like that cutie of a donkey? Cue the donkey trying to get through the front door, or looking through the kitchen at 3AM, when you go down for a glass of water, you just see eyes peering at you through the window, like hey... whatcha doing here?

- If you do let the donkey stay, cool. New pet, when Alejandro's home, he does care for her, feeds her every morning, brushes her, ensures she's cared for.

- (Alejandro basically just stole a donkey from someone) he shrugs and says he Just found her wandering far from any cities, and she was now his as he didn't find any owners around back then, he definitely wasn't finding one now.

- You will hear the donkey squeal or grunt throughout the night, or early in the morning, It is annoying at first, and you may never get used to It. Alejandro would get agitated after a few mornings of being back from missions and waking up to the donkey making weird noises outside because she got used to being fed whenever she was loud enough so now it became a habit.

- Alejandro would eventually get a small stall built for the donkey, makes it comfortable but also cute looking from the outside. (Also puts extra food to just attempt for the donkey to quiet down the neighbors have complained. You might be too, Alejandro is definitely grumbley about her being so loud, but puts up with it.

- Also ensures there is plenty of room for the donkey to do what she pleases.

- Alejandro once loudly screeched in the middle of the night, you scrambled out of bed when you heard it. Finding the man murmuring in Spanish, throwing insults and curses at the donkey who had her snout pressed against the window, the moon reflecting her eyes to make it ‘scary’ looking if you weren't paying attention.

If you laugh at him he would give you an unhappy half-glare, gently pushed your laughing face away from him as he shook his head, having had thought you put the donkey away in her pen earlier as it was 2AM.

If you attempt to ‘comfort’ him, he's looking away with a tiny blush on his face while laughing, pulling you close while shaking his head, he would put his hand to the window, and knock to get the donkey to go back to her stall that she somehow escaped.

If you just stayed in bed, he's thankful, at least you didn't hear that. But also, why aren't you getting up when you hear that he screeched, he doesn't know if that's a good or bad thing, a tiny bit offended.

Rodolfo:

- Rudy was picking you up in his car, a little squirmy as you got in the passenger seat, a little blanket on his lap, murmuring quietly to himself, a little distracted.

- If you ask what was ‘wrong’ Rudy would smile awkwardly and pull the blanket back a little bit, showing the little rabbit with one ear on his lap, the rabbit fast asleep. 

- He would indeed let you hold the rabbit on your lap instead as he drives, he calls the rabbit ‘Stompy’ as the rabbit stomps around to move. He would smile at you, watching you in the passage seat at a stop sign, he would move to pat your head.. then Stompy's head then going back to driving.

- What You didn't know.. there was two more at home, waiting for you. Three baby rabbits, Stompy (who just got home from the vet due to their ear), Chirps, and Flumpy, all siblings. Rudy would give a awkward and sheepish smile while rubbing your shoulder, like a ‘Please, don't be upset with this choice I made’ look on his face.

- If you do like the rabbits, great, Rudy is happy with keeping them, he takes all responsibility when he isn't working. He smiles warmly everytime he sees them, gets a little silently giddy about the fact he was the one to save these rabbits.

- If you don't like the rabbits, he will sigh quiet, but will figure out where to rehome these rabbits, will be upset for a little while, but wouldn't take it out on you. He would still smile sadly at you, but try his best to be supportive. If you have an allergy, he feels less bad about it, and willingly brought them to a new home.

- Rudy would always place the rabbits on you, gently nudging one of rabbits snout against your cheek or your jaw with a smile, would either make a little ‘bonk’ or ‘mwah’ noise when he does.. then places a kiss on your head.

- Rudy does Make little cages for them, ones capable of being a ‘safe place’ for the rabbits, a soft little home for them in his house for then to sleep. Usually lets them ‘free’ around the house, you both could hear Stompy stomp about, always makes sure to keep an eye on the three rabbits.

- His eyes would soften every time he spots you cuddling, holding, or playing with one of the rabbits, his whole body and face relaxing as he never informs you that he is watching from the doorway, just watching quietly with a soft smile on his face.

- You would catch Rudy cutting up carrots to feed them as snacks throughout the day, quietly murmuring praise to the rabbits who followed him around, he would spot you and chuckle, looking a tad bit red as he would smile but quiet down when he was ‘caught’.

Valeria:

- Valeria walks into the house confidently, smiling proudly as she holds a baby fox in her hands. Tilting her head and raising an eyebrow at you, like A silent ask I'd you were bold enough to question what she had done and where she had gotten a baby fox.

- If you don't she keeps smiling, scratching behind the baby fox’s ears, allowing you to pet him as well, but if you do ask to do so, she grabs your hand to pet the fox for you.

- Valeria illegally bought this fox, (the people who sold him have been.. dealt with as well) a beautiful little baby fox with a few small white spots on his orange fur. She held him like he was a new trophy she would bring home to you.

- If you don't like the fox, she will make a face.. Fine, perhaps she could keep the fox at her base instead of home, she will make a proper area for him, that you wouldn't be around.

- If you do like the fox, Valeria looks quite smug, humming in answer as she allows the fox to roam in the home, giving him his own little room. She would ensure his comfort, safety and also give him the best treatment no other animal would ever get.

- You often find Valeria talking on the phone with this little fox on her lap, she could go from harshly ordering people around to talking calmly as if not to scare the fox. The fox gets used to It, your hand could pet his head whilst Valeria's distracted, she would allow you to do what you please as long as you don't bring the fox outside the gated backyard.

-  Valeria treats this fox like her baby, like something that is now apart of her vast collection of things she adores.

- Valeria would randomly bring the baby fox to you, placing him on your lap and telling you to go feed him or go play with him because she's busy and unable or (she just doesn't want to) do it herself. She’d make it up to you later, perhaps a favor.. you want to be done?

- If you are holding or cuddling with the little fox, Valeria would randomly walk past, booping his nose, waiting for a moment, before doing the same to you and then going back to doing what she was doing. No questions asked, none will be answered.

[rxnn]

Bleeding Heart [one]

warnings: first post so i'm new to this. mention of storm and joker attack (leia and callum aren't hurt). please let me know if i missed any!

important! this is an fem!oc x yan!batboys cause that's just more fun/easier for me. feel free to use y/n if that's comfier i don't care, just don't be a jerk.

this will mostly be a slow roll into yan behavior. each of them will have their own descent which with either be slow or fast (i literally have a document where i wrote everything out). also, this my first time writing yan or darker content so be patient with me please. last thing, promise: i don't condone any behavior that will be present in this series, this is for fictional purposes only (not seen in this chap but it will be present later).

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Leia Barnett always liked the rain.

Don't get her wrong, she liked sunny days, but something about rain hitting the roof of her semi-decent two-bedroom apartment while rain ran down the windows in steady streams and she sat on her small couch with a cup of coca in her cold hands. Snuggled under a quilt her grandmother had made her when she went off to college, she smiled, content. It had small stains on it now after it's many years of use.

There was one from Matilda's coffee that she'd catch herself staring at more than often now that they'd never get the chance to giggle about it anymore. Matilda, one of her dearest friends, her best friend who'd taken her in when she had no where else to go, her person some would say. Where one went, the other was close by. But now, she was in a place Leia couldn't follow. Not for a long time.

Another was a blue marker stain that refused to budge thanks to one of Callum's many attempts at drawing. Callum, her beautiful boy with soft dark curls and bright hazel eyes. She loved that boy more than anything. She promised herself she'd do good by him, better than her parents.

It was a slow start, raising him with Matilda until she passed a year ago and having to move, it was a lot, but Leia was nothing if not determined (see: stubborn).

Leia glanced at the clock and set her cup to the side, stretching before she stood and collected her shoes, jacket, and umbrella to pick Callum up from the bus stop. She walked out of her apartment, double checking that she locked the door behind her.

It was only a ten-minute walk to the bus stop. One that she tried her best to make every day, only missing it when she had a shift at the hospital. Often times, she woke early enough that she was able to see Callum to the bus and back in time to pick him up except for the rare twelve hour she had to cover. Those usually happened when some villain hit Gotham.

Those days were hard.

On those days, Callum stayed with Mrs. Houseman, their neighbor to the left. She was in her late seventies from what Leia could tell. She worked at the library and often brought Callum there on those longer days to keep him busy for no charge. Mrs. Houseman claimed she often missed her own children so having Callum around was payment enough. As a single mother who was just beginning to piece her life together again, Leia truly appreciated the woman.

Her phone ringing made her jump as she walked through the rain, spotting Callum get off the bus. She quickly waved him over and she kissed his forehead and adjusted the hood of his bright red rain jacket as it started to rain.

"Hi, Mama!"

"Hey, Cal! How was school?"

"Good! I played tag with Justin today!"

"Ooo, sounds fun." Leia ruffled his hair.

'Susan' appeared on her screen, and she sighed before answering. Susan was a nice woman in her forties and was the head nurse on her floor. She'd taken Leia under her wing and given her plenty of tips for living in Gotham.

Leia gestured to her phone and Callum nodded, grabbing her free hand as they began walking home.

"Hello? Everything alright?"

"Where are you?" She sounded rushed and Leia looked around for anyone running.

"I'm picking up Callum..." she trailed off, gripping Callum's hand a little tighter and sped up. The boy glanced up at her, confused, and she shook her head, signaling him to hurry.

"There's been a Joker attack near your place. Get your boy and get inside you hear?"

"Gas?" Leia asked as she started running, picking up Callum and closing her umbrella as would only make it harder to run for cover.

"That's what I'm hearing. Don't let me see you in here tonight, Barnett."

And like that, Susan hung up and Leia tucked her phone away.

Suddenly, the rain wasn't so relaxing as it had covered the sound of toxin sirens she was only now hearing. It seemed the few people on the streets had also picked up on them as people began running for shelter.

"Mama?" Callum's fearful voice only fueled her to rush through the door of their complex.

"It's okay, baby," she wheezed, holding the boy closer. "Almost there."

The sirens were louder now, signaling the toxin was almost to their block.

Leia took the steps two at a time. She could hear the door to their complex open and close but she paid little mind to it and rushed to their door and unlocked it with shaking hands before Callum ran in.

She cursed herself for not remembering the masks before she left. Months here and she should've known. To be fair, the last Joker attack had been before she moved in.

Leia locked the door's three locks behind her (you could never be too careful).

By the time she turned, the sirens were just outside their complex and Callum had scampered off to grab their gas masks. He came running around the corner and grabbed onto her pant leg just as the green smog covered the windows. Leila was quick to strap the mask around his face before putting her own on. Sure, they were inside, but Leia heard stories of windows not being fully closed or cracked and the smog seeping through, infecting unsuspecting families.

"C'mon." She ushered Callum away from the windows and toward the center of their small apartment where she gave him headphones that were connected to a playlist she'd made for situations like these a long time ago. She pulled him to sit in her lap as she leaned against the wall, holding him close to her as the sirens rang out.

She closed her eyes, trying to stop shaking and stop the panic that threatened to cloud her mind.

The sound of laughter filled the streets and she hugged her son tighter. Everyone who inhaled the green gas laughed until they died. The first time she'd seen pictures of the bodies of those affected, she nearly threw up.

Their area was usually safe from such things with only muggings, some drug deals that were usually dealth with, and smaller crimes. Every now and again you'd hear gunshots. It'd taken a while for the Barnett's to get used to, but now it was as common as the never-ending rain.

Callum curled into her, facing away from the windows, but the shadows of the smoke moving past the windows was scary enough for the six-year-old.

An eternity of waiting for the smog to clear, the laughter to fall silent, and the robotic voice from the sirens telling them it safe to leave their homes.

Leia didn't move.

She listened to the rain against the windows, much stronger now as the storm hit Gotham in a rage of its own.

Looking back only a few months later, she should've known then. She should've left and never looked back.

The rain that she adored so much beat against the windows, begging to swallow her and her son whole.

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pretty short cause i'm scared. next ones will be longer, pinky promise pookies :)

two, three, four

[milla-frenchy]

Roads part 3

4k2 | Joel Miller x fem reader Chapt summary: Joel doesn't know how to deal with his feelings, and loses control Warnings: 18+ mdni. possessiveness, jealousy, alternate POV, dirty talk, praise kink, masturbation, fingering, oral (f/m receiving), cum eating, unprotected piv, ass play, rimming, anal, creampie, light violence (not against reader or Joel) a/n: Thank you to my english corrector @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog 💞💞💞💞💞🫂 Playlist | ao3 | Series masterlist

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Part 2

Joel hadn't had a serious relationship in years.

He didn't miss it, didn't want to risk integrating someone into his life. Sarah might eventually become attached to her, but what if it didn’t work out? It would  be another loss. The departure of Sarah's mother had been harsh, and their daughter had suffered too much from her mother's absence. He didn't want to hurt her again. 

So he went on with his life, without any additional ties, offering all the possible stability to Sarah.

Until the day he met you.

He had heard Tommy talk about you so much, for so many years, that he had been imagining… someone  else. A vague vision of you as a child and then as a teenager had formed in his mind, with all the stories he had heard all those years. Whether by an elated Tommy or by his parents bitching about the “nonsense they had done again” when he, slightly older, was already far too mature for his age.

One afternoon, your parents had stopped him when he came home from high school, their neighbors being furious at the cigarette butts both of you threw from your bedroom window to the neighbors' garden.

"No, I don't know where my brother or your daughter are, sorry," he replied, with a quiet sigh.

Now, years later, his work situation was worrying, and even if he had his old prejudices, you worked in a large group, held an important position there, so why not see where it would go?

*************

That evening at Alexandro's, he came leaving aside his prejudices, and after one meal, that image was forgotten. He had in front of him a rigorous, practical, and independent person. Serious. With an amazing quirky sense of humor.

************

The night of the gala, during your speech, he looked at you attentively. Your suit, your tie, your attitude. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

That night in his bed, after you brought him home, he thought back to what Tommy had told him, "Everyone falls in love with her." Joel thought about the fact that you had the balls not to stay after your speech, because you did not like the proximity of people. Thought about the phone call you had received.

He took his cock in his fist, and jerked off thinking of you, until he came, growling, sending his squirts on his lower stomach.

************

Several weeks had passed since then, and you had already seen each other far more times than any of the other women he had dated. He loved to fuck you. He loved that you had no limits. He loved how you two  complemented each other physically. But also more and more, he loved talking to you. Loved to know more about you, your way of thinking. He liked your seriousness, your humor. Those times were totally different from when you were fucking. You were calm, poised. And he sought that closeness more and more. Worse, he didn't want to lose it, he who hadn’t had long term relationships. This turnaround puzzled him, he didn't know how to handle it. He just knew he didn't want it to end.

*************

He had been hard all night at the restaurant since the moment you said you had talked to your ex on the phone. So he drove to your home fast so he could arrive before you, watch you walk up your driveway. He wanted to sink his cock into you, telling himself that during that moment, he would be the only one you would think about.

He had fucked you against your front door, so eager to feel you. He had been watching you, lying on your dining room table, your fingers sliding against your clit, as his cock was thrusting deep into you. He watched you cum and got lost in his emotions.

“Everyone falls in love with her”

This sentence from Tommy haunted him. What if someone fell in love with you? And that he could no longer share those moments with you?

He who never attached himself, was afraid of losing the feelings that he had rejected altogether until then. And he handled them as best as he could. Painfully, and badly.

You tried to forget the discussion with Tommy. You missed Joel when you didn't see him. But you saw each other often, more and more.

Tonight you were at his house. You told him to sit on the couch, naked. You were standing in front of him in the dark, also undressed. The room was moonlit. He looked at your curves, his cock erect against his stomach.

You planted your feet on the couch, on each side of his thighs and settled down, your knees resting on top of the headboard, your crotch level with his mouth.

His gaze was up at you, eyes devouring you. You caressed his cheek, your other hand pressed against the wall. Joel put his hands on your bottom. You brought your pussy close to his mouth, and he started licking you, his eyes still fixed on your moonlit face. His tongue slid against your slit. You pressed against his mouth and felt your lower abdomen quiver at the touch of his tongue, pressed against your clit, twirling it under the tip of his tongue.

Your moans filled the room and you thought no one had ever given you pleasure like him. His tongue was fucking into you, as deeply as possible.

He reached out his hand towards you and said "spit", his tongue leaving you for a second.

He then took his cock in his fist, and started jerking off. Slowly at first, then harder, as he was fucking you with his tongue.

He growled against your folds. You imagined his hand on his cock, his strong grip, his confident and increasingly rapid movements. It amplified the pleasure you felt.

“Joel, please… my clit. Suck it. Make me cum in your mouth. And cum with me”

He slid his tongue from your soaking wet hole despite all the attention he was putting in licking everything that flowed from you, towards your clit and sucked it gently. 

He alternated licking and sucking. You felt your pleasure rising.

“Fuck Joel… Yeah, keep going. Go on…oh Joel…”

He began jerking off faster.

You came in his mouth, while he moaned and squirted his cum all over his hand and stomach.

You got off the sofa, your legs shaking, and settled down between his knees. You lapped up the cum that was smeared on him, and cleaned him.

“Fuck… you're such a…” he didn't finish his sentence.

You came to sit on the sofa next to him, your legs folded under you. He took you in his arms, and you remained entwined, naked, silent. He stroked your hair.

After a while, he stood up and took your hand, “Come with me sweetheart.”

He took you to his bedroom and asked you to lie on his bed, on your stomach.

He straddled you, and spread your buttocks with his hands, staring at your wet pussy and ass.

“ 'm gonna fuck you now… are you gonna be wise, my sweet slut? You gonna let me do it?"

"Yes Joel"

"Good girl."

He entered you with a slow thrust, couldn't resist feeling your pussy before preparing you for what he had in mind. He slid his cock, watching it enter you, shining with your wetness. He went back and forth several times before withdrawing from you, growling at not feeling you anymore.

You were waiting, getting more and more turned on.

He quickly glided his thumb against your pussy and spread your wetness. Going up more and more towards your ass, until his thumb reached your ring.

You moaned under his touch.

He lay down, his head between your thighs which he spread wide, and passed his tongue from your pussy to your ass. He lapped up and down, lingering more and more on your ass. He slipped a finger into your pussy and lingered over your tightest hole with his tongue, until he penetrated you with its tip.

He licked for a long time, to prepare you as best as possible.

He lay on top of you and entered your pussy with a slow thrust, his fists on either side of your head. Your body enclosed in his. He was fucking you slowly, deeply.

He grabbed something from his nightstand drawer, while he was deep inside you.

You heard the sound of the opening bottle. Then he put some lube on his fingers, before coming to massage your ring with it, his cock still deep inside your pussy.

You moaned, eager to feel him in the last hole he hadn't fucked yet.

“On all fours baby” he told you, before applying lube to his cock.

You settled on your elbows and knees, waiting.

"You're so beautiful baby. I'm gonna fuck you so deep. Want me to fuck your ass?

"Yes Joel, please"

"Ask politely"

"Will you fuck my ass Joel?"

"Good girl"

He entered your pussy deeply, one last time, then he positioned himself against your ass. You turned your head and your eyes locked with his.

The tip of his cock pressed against your tight ring, he began to thrust.

You looked at the headboard, and said “fuck, Joel…”

You felt all of your muscles contract against his cock, trying to push him away.

“Relax baby,” he murmured.

The tip finally inserted and you couldn't hold back a scream.

“I know baby, i know. Shhh it's gonna be ok. I know you can take it sweetheart. I want you to take it. Will you?"

"Fuck… yes Joel, i can do it"

"That's good baby. You're doing well"

He kept pushing into you.

“I wanted to fuck your ass so bad. You have no idea how many times I've checked it out. Thinking how good it would be for my cock. But I had no idea it would be that good”

And he pushed until his balls hit your pussy, and he stayed down. You could hear him breathing heavily, when you felt fuller than ever.

“Fuck… Joel… Move. Fucking… move”

He spread your ass with his hands, watched his cock thrust all the way into your ass, your dilated ring throbbing around him. He took a deep breath to calm his excitement.

He began his movements back and forth, bigger and bigger after each push, until he came out almost completely with each hip movement, to immediately fill you totally again. You gasped, biting your lip with each thrust.

"Joel… too much"

"Oh no, it’s not too much sweetheart"

You got used to his girth, and he started shoving you harder and harder.

He whispered in your ear “I knew you were a slut. My slut".

You bent your elbows, sagging your chest against the mattress and kept your ass up, which he was clinging to with his hands, to the point where you thought you'd be bruised the next day.

Your head was resting against the pillow, your body was a rag doll waiting for every stroke of his cock.

He slid his hand against your pussy and stuck two fingers inside you, which made you moan. "I miss your pussy, but tonight, I'm taking care of another hole" He then pulled out his fingers and started circling his index finger against your clit.

“Fuck… it feels so good, my cock deep in your ass sweetheart”

You felt your pleasure rising, filled with his length and the sensations that his fingers were giving you.

“You take me so well baby girl, so well”

“Joel…” you said, unable to speak further. 

“Come on baby. Come on. I want to feel my cock even tighter in your ass, while you’re squeezing me”

And you came, hard. Your pussy clenching around nothing, but contracting his cock buried in your ass.

“ ‘m gonna fill you up now. I'm gonna shoot my load deep in your ass."

He groaned, fucking you even harder, your feelings heightened, way too strong for your mind. Then he froze and you felt the jets of hot cum he sent deep inside you.

He pushed you forward until your knees gave out and you were lying with his body on top of yours, crushed under its weight.

He clasped your fingers in his and buried his head in the crook of your neck.

The only thought you had was the fear that gripped your guts, of not feeling him anymore. In you, against you. You were intoxicated by him, as you had never been by anyone. And while his cock was still in your ass, the spasms that continued in spite of you only squeezed him tighter, still making him groan.

*************

You two were at the pub, Joel picked you up after work. Joel had grown accustomed to these outings, but at the same time they contributed to his rising possessiveness. He saw men looking at you way too often.

More and more, he thought his reactions would be better handled if you discussed it. If, maybe, you talked about what your relationship was.

If it was official, he could hug you, kiss you, and show that you were his. He always ended up brushing the idea off from his mind.

You went to the bar to order a drink for the both of you. A guy approached you and offered to join him at his table, which you politely declined. He put his hand on your arm and asked if you were sure. “I already told you no” you told him, annoyed by his insistence.

"Get your fucking hand off her," Joel snarled behind you. You turned around, his imposing broadness making the other man, yet of equal height to Joel, appear ridiculously frail. You had never heard him talk with such a cold voice.

"That's ok Joel, he's leaving" but he didn’t hear you.

"Oh man come on… Just one drink and I'll give her back to you. Unless she wants to spend more time with me after that.  You know…" You rolled your eyes, exasperated that he was talking about you like you weren't there, shocked by what he had the audacity to say, and started to say "listen, man…"

And… Joel went mad. He hit him with a punch that knocked the man to the ground, grabbed him by the collar and punched him again. He shook his hand and grabbed your arm to pull you back.

At first you didn't understand what was going on. His movement to pull you away was too sudden, and you were in shock at what just happened.

You pushed him away and told him "fuck off Joel."

You left the bar and called for a passing cab.

Joel was furious. Furious at that man, furious at himself for letting himself go and unleashing his violent side. He came out of the pub, ran to his car and arrived at your house almost at the same time as your cab.

You told him to leave you alone, and spat back at him, “I don't need a fucking walking red flag in my life.” But he followed you until you opened the door.

"What the fuck Joel? What the fuck?! Are you mad behaving like that? You can't beat his ass like that just 'cause he's being a dick. You can't act like a fuckin' savage. Fuck Joel… You can't pull my arm like that. I'm not… i'm not yours. I'm not your damn property. You understand? I'm no one's property. So go fuck yourself and get the fuck outta here."

He looked at you with wide eyes and all his anger came back.

"He touched you," he growled.

"Do you have any idea how many times men act like jerks? He was probably drunk anyway. And I could handle  it myself. I don't need a fucking Neanderthal man to protect me in a crowded bar"

Tears were starting to appear at the corners of your eyes. it was too much for you. His reaction at the pub, that scene between you, you were cracking up realizing that everything had gone wrong in such a short time. You didn't understand his insecurity and it pissed you off and made you sad.

All of his anger went down at once. He sat down on a chair and put his head in his hands. " 'm sorry. I'm sorry... I... I don't know what happened to me. I... don't know what I was thinking. I'm fucking ashamed of myself. I don't know… I've been so scared and got angry. It was an instinct... Fuck. 'm sorry"

“Scared? What were you scared of?” He shook his head and didn't answer.

You sighed “Joel… you scared me there. Really”

“I'm sorry I... It wasn't directed at you. Not for a moment. I couldn't stand seeing him insisting and laying his hand on you”

You were lost and didn't know how to react. You weren't used to that kind of rash reaction. Joel had lost control and you weren't expecting it. Seeing him so miserable broke your heart.

"Joel…"

You approached him gently, he took your waist in his arms, put his head against your belly and hugged you like a child.

You put your hands against his head. You didn't know if you were still mad, if you wanted to reassure him, or if you wanted… Something else. You felt the warmth within you awaken.  Felt that shadow jump deep inside you. That darkness.

He looked up at you, you stared at each other for a few seconds. And his eyes went dark. He got up and kissed you gently, stepped back, waiting for your reaction. Seeing that you didn't reject him, he kissed you again, more violently, your face between his hands, teeth against teeth, tongue against tongue. He bit your lip gently then licked it.

"So you're not mine, huh ?"

His words made your pussy clentch.

You backed away, gauging his attitude. Assessing if you could go further. If he had regained control. You said "my safe word is "arrow". Understand me?" He nodded. He understood what you wanted. You hesitated a few moments, time to make sure that you were ready to play that game, and if Joel was capable of it too.

"No Joel, i'm not yours." 

You stared at each other again. You lowered your gaze to his lips, and bit yours. He grinned.

Your words confirmed, more than any way you had fucked so far, that there was definitely something dark in you. And that it was not him who managed things between the two of you. It was you, all along. Bringing him where you wanted to go. And he loved that, knowing that you were sure of yourself and your desires, and that you chose him to express that darkness. He felt like the two of you were a perfect match, more than ever. He allowed himself to think so. His insecurity was at rock bottom right now, and he was ready to give you anything you wanted.

"Yeah... well we're gonna see ‘bout that" he said.

He undid his belt slowly, and took it off and threw it on  the floor. Then he unzipped his jeans, without lowering them. He squeezed his crotch in the palm of his hand and walked over to you, ripping your blouse open and popping all the buttons. He kissed you, sliding his tongue in your mouth and mingling it with yours. The zipper of his jeans pressed against your lower abdomen, you felt his cock against your pussy.

He undid your bra and took off your pants and panties. Then he pulled his cock out of his jeans and boxers. You looked at his erect member and bit your lip again. He caressed himself slowly while looking at you.

"On your knees"

You didn't move

"Not gonna repeat myself."

You knelt down and looked at him. He was still holding his cock in his hand, still jerking off slowly.

"Suck" he commanded.

You dripped your saliva on his cock. You took it in your hand and jerked it off, from the tip to his hand, and you surrounded it with your lips, still looking at him.

“Gonna fuck your mouth” He took your head in his hands, and started to fuck your mouth slowly. He clenched your hair in his fists, digging deeper with each movement. You were still staring at him, until you choked on his cock. You pulled back to catch your breath, then he grabbed the back of your head with one hand, his cock in the other, and slid it down until it touched the back of your throat. "Don't move", he said. You waited, full of his cock, and he released you.

“Get up. I'm not gonna cum in your mouth. Would be too easy”. He waved you up the stairs and followed you, like the first night you fucked, weeks ago. Once in your bedroom, facing you, he pushed you slowly back against the bed, until the backs of your knees bumped against it. You lay down with your legs apart and bent. He took off his pants and boxers and knelt down.

“You’re fucking soaked. Bet you were.” He licked you for a long time, and inserted his fingers inside you. You moaned. “Cum in my mouth. Give it to me” Your orgasm floored you, your fists clenching his brown curls.

He licked his fingers, looking at you “Mine". You shook your head, challenging him. Intoxicated by his attitude.

He grabbed you and pulled you up on the bed. “Spread your thighs” You didn’t move. 

“Fuck… you’re really testing me” He pushed your legs apart, forcibly, lay down between them and brutally penetrated you. You suffocated.

“Take my fucking cock” He settled a brutal path. You couldn't speak, only moan, your legs around his waist to feel him deeper.

“Mine?” he scolded

“F… shit. Fuck… no"

“For Christ sake…” He grabbed you and rolled you back against the bed, face down. His hands spreading your ass, he licked the ring already wet from your wetness which had flowed over it since he had eaten your pussy, and pressed his thumb against your ring. He tickled it with his finger, forcing it little by little until he inserted it in your tight hole. He pulled out, spread your cheeks, spat on your hole and took his cock in his hand

Suddenly you got scared. Of his power, of the upcoming pain. That it would be too much. "No Joel!" You turned your head to look at him.

He stopped immediately. “No?”

You shook your head. He stared at you, stopping time for a few moments.

“Ok baby” He thrust into your pussy and fucked you, slowly but powerfully, laying down with all his weight on top of you. You heard him growl in your ear. Your closeness, his body leaning against yours, made you lose your mind.

“Turn around sweetheart”

And that time, you did as he said. You stared at each other again, but his eyes were soft.

He took your cheeks in his hands and kissed you softly. He took his cock in his hand and slid it inside you, gently, all the way. He moaned longly.

“You’re so tight... So tight for me baby”. He was fucking you slowly, but so deeply. Kissing your lips, your cheek, your neck, your collarbone. His nose brushed everything he could reach. His movements were gentle, but with each thrust he sank deeper, his face nestled in the crook of your neck.

“I'm yours Joel" you murmured. You heard him rumble against your ear and hugged him tight, feeling the emotion wash over you but not wanting to confess them openly.

“ ‘m gonna cum baby. Come for me please”

You tilted your pelvis so you could feel the pressure of his lower abdomen against your clit. Savoring the surge of pleasure you felt. He came, sending his spurts of cum deep inside your pussy. His spasms triggered your orgasm and you came hard, while your nails dug into his shoulders.

You stayed like that, waiting for your breaths to calm down.

“You stopped… even though I  didn't say my safe word.”

“Didn't need to. I knew you weren't playing anymore"

You felt your heart flatter again.

He finally pulled out, rolled onto his back, and pressed you against him, your head resting on his broad chest.

He sighed. “I don't know how to say what I want to tell you. I don't know how to talk about it sweetheart.”

“Give it a try?” you told him slowly. 

"Damn… look, I don't do relationships." Huh... Usually. But…” He paused, then: "if you want, I would like to try with you."

“I’d really like it too, Joel” you brushed his neck with your nose and kissed it. Your heart was pounding. He kissed your forehead. You stayed like that, until he felt your breathing slow and your muscles relax.

“I love you”, he whispered in your hair, while you slept. You growled at him, and hugged him tighter in your sleep.

He looked at you in the moonlight, relieved that things could be expressed so easily, and worried that his heartbeat was struggling to slow down.

Part 4

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in case of emergency: break me | l.hs

pairing: fwb! lee heeseung x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ content, swearing

genre: angst with a happy ending, crack, smut: oral (f receiving), protected sex, doggy style, dirty talk

wc: 8,828

The moment you and your neighbour, Lee Heeseung, agreed on a no-strings-attached relationship, you knew that there was only one rule you had to follow: don't fall in love. The consequences of breaking that one simple rule? Pure and utter chaos.

a/n; hi again! here is my third installment of my enhypen fic lineup. youd think that since theyre my ults id write abt them more hdsfkkfgdukgf but oh well. also, you've probably noticed a differently layout from before. i'm actually planning on switching it up for future fics so definitely lmk what you guys think! anyways, enjoy! <3

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You were falling in love.

That was your first of many mistakes. 

Heeseung was on top of you, his lips grazing the small of your neck in swift, flirtatious pecks. You glanced down, the evening light peeking through the apartment window cascaded off of his bare figure, highlighting his muscular frame. His broad shoulders shielded you from the outside world as he pinned you against the bed, a firm hand gripping the bed sheets. The other hand hung your thigh against his hips, linking your legs around his waist. His hips teasingly thrusted between your legs, lips linking with yours. 

“You look beautiful, princess.” Heeseung’s breath grazed your skin, in which its surface burned into flames at his touch. The bambi-eyed figure glistened in the evening starlight. His smile could light up a darkened world if it wanted to, and it certainly never failed to give the pit of your stomach butterflies. Usually, you would just blame these feelings on Heeseung’s smooth words, his flirtatious stare. But tonight? You weren’t so sure. 

His lips link up with yours, sealing up each dirty groan that echoes from your throat. You notice your fingers grasping his arms a little harder this time, as if you were afraid to let go, afraid to leave his grasp. You melted into his lips; an ability only Lee Heeseung had.

How could you let this happen?

You remember it as if it was yesterday. Coming home mere minutes before the sun was set to rise, your busted heels in hand. You trot out of the elevator barefoot. Tears stream down your pitiful face as you meet the eyes of your neighbor and close acquaintance, Lee Heeseung, throwing out the trash. You weren’t too close to him, but you were desperate for any type of solace, so you accepted his invitation for drinks at his place. 

Automatically, he leads you into his apartment. Your lips hurl themselves into an hour-long rant about your ex, who had just broken up with you that night, as Heeseung pours you a drink. Hours passed, the sun was peeking behind the buildings, and you were in Heeseung’s arms, head hitting against his door as you entrap your lips in sloppy kisses. Together, you let your sensations take over you, and in between pecks and hickeys, you agree to be friends with benefits. 

You only had one rule to follow; don’t fall in love. You both agreed that it would just complicate things. For 2 months, everything went according to plan. The two of you relished in each other’s bodies, while managing the distance of staying friends. So, why did it get the best of you now?

Currently, Heeseung’s lips trailed further down, peppering kisses on your lower stomach. Your heart fluttered as he glanced up, his eyes holding yours in a firm grip as he toyed with the fabric of your panties. His fingers traced your clothed lips, toying with your mind. Your breath hitched. A part of you wanted nothing more than to give in and reach down, grabbing his hand by the wrist and leading your body into bliss.

This couldn’t go on.

 Gently, Heeseung hooks the fabric in one swoop, pushing the barrier away. You jerked, your body just as confused as your heart. Your legs close, catching his attention, his bambi-like eyes.

 “Heeseung?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t think we should do this tonight.”

Heeseung propped himself up, chivalrously lending you a hand as well. You watched as his lips parted, as if he was about to say something before he shut himself up. He backed away, giving you as much distance as you needed without sending his figure to the floor. It wasn’t enough, though. Your heart was still racing in his presence. You had to leave. 

Without looking at his direction, you hopped off the bed, tossing your clothes on frantically before shuffling your way out of his apartment. Guilt tormented your heart. In truth, you wanted nothing more than to spend your night endlessly relishing his touch. Nevertheless, that was the problem. You wanted him.

Despite going to bed early, you couldn’t sleep a wink that night.   

…

Lee Heeseung wasn’t a dumbass.

He knew better than to keep you in his apartment that night. Something did seem odd about you, you seemed uncomfortable, extra soft to the touch. While he couldn’t figure out why, he wasn’t gonna be some jerk who forced you to stay the night. So when you got dressed and headed for the door, Heeseung knew better than to stop you. 

Lee Heeseung wasn’t a dumbass. However, in this particular instance, he was quite confused. 

The morning sun peeked through the blinds of his apartment window. Heeseung paced around the wooden floor, dust soaring at each quaky step of his bare-foot. His back was still bare, loose-fitting joggers hanging around his hips as he scratched the crown of his head for the um-teenth time in that hour. He sighed, his tongue subtly swiping at his bottom lip, brows furrowed. 

Why did you leave?

Was it because of him? Did he hurt you in any way? His teeth picked at his lips as he wandered over to the kitchen. He poured the lukewarm coffee into a large mug and sipped like his life depended on it. As if he’d find all the answers to his problems engraved in the glass. Just to be safe, Heeseung quickly peeked before putting down the glass. What the hell was he doing?

He shouldn’t have to fuss over you so much. It wasn’t like there was anything real between you two, anyways. Your relationship was strictly business, no strings attached. A foolproof plan to take the weight off of each other’s shoulders for a couple of nights a week (okay, maybe more than just a couple). He didn’t need to worry about you. 

Except, he did. And right now, he didn’t really catch the memo on ‘foolproof’. Right now, he was as foolish as they come.

Heeseung felt his stomach stirring. Queasing above his joggers. He wondered whether you secretly spiked his coffee before you escaped his arms last night. Heeseung dashed to his closet to throw on the first shirt he could find, before heading out the door. 

…

The elevator was supposed to be peaceful. If you were lucky enough, you were able to keep the compact, metallic box to yourself, giving yourself a pleasant start to your morning. It was supposed to be undisturbed. 

Instead, you were standing before a very distressed figure. Complete with his gray joggers, a shirt clearly thrown on haphazardly, and untiedーmismatched, too? ーsneakers. The figure stood before the elevator door, palms planted on their knees as they pant in exhaustion. Your brows furrowed, wondering why the elevator doors wouldn’t close faster.

Was Lee Heeseung that desperate to see you?

Heesung steps into the elevator with you, his shoulder rubbing against your tense ones. With his figure snug—a little too snug—at your side, the two of you stand in silence as the elevator makes its slow descent to the apartment’s lobby. Your breath was caught in your throat, panic spinning around you like a life-threatening amusement park ride. You thought you made yourself clear with your cruel escape from his arms, what more did Heeseung need to get the message?

“Uh, hey!” Heeseung stuttered. You winced from cringe coursing through your body. He coughed a lump out of his throat, making you wince again. “Did you sleep alright last night?” 

You purse your lips, trying your hardest not to laugh. Not at him, but rather his audacity to ask you that silly question. You most definitely had a good night’s sleep, especially after that god forbidden revelation you had just moments before.

“Uh, yeah,” You mutter under your breath. 

The silence was unbearable; crawling underneath your skin like some unwanted pest. You tapped your foot against the tile floor; anything to pass the time. The absolute dreadful time you were having. Your skin grew ice cold. Why couldn’t this damn elevator move any faster? 

“So, I-”

As if God was able to hear your very repetitive prayers, the doors of the elevator pinged open. It was a miracle. In a hurried step, you make your way out of the metal box. Without looking back, you huff, interrupting the poor boy left behind. 

“I don’t think we should meet up anymore.” Your voice was stern. Cold. Like a wall crafted from ice and brick. Unattainable. 

The elevator doors close a second after, leaving the poor, bambi-eyed boy to be devoured in its wake. Your body flooded with guilt, ripping your heart out of your chest mere minutes before smashing it into pieces. You hated seeing him so alone, so confused. A part of you wanted nothing more than to run back to him, reclaim your place snuggled back in his arms. The last thing you wanted was to rip yourself away from his warmth. But alas, that wasn’t possible. This was the only suitable punishment for breaking the one rule you set for yourself; not to fall in love. 

…

“Just put those in the kitchen,” Sunghoon’s voice sounded strained as it rang in your ears. If you had to guess, it’s probably from the countless boxes he’s spent the afternoon carrying back and forth. All in an effort to move into his new apartment. You trailed behind him, carrying an array of boxes yourself. You followed your friend’s words, placing the cardboard boxes on the floor of his new kitchen. Sunghoon followed suit, placing his boxes on the floor beside you before cracking his back in relief. “Thanks again for helping out, by the way,”

“No problem!” You lined up the boxes in a more organized fashion. You honestly didn’t mind helping your best friend move into his new apartment. After all, you knew he would have done the same; it was natural for you to help Sunghoon out for things like this.

  And besides, you were free for the afternoon, and you desperately needed a distraction from that bambi-eyed boy that lived beside you. 

The two of you began busying yourselves, unpacking Sunghoon’s belongings and placing around the once barren apartment. You felt calm; putting away Sunghoon’s utensils without any unease. Placing the last of the silverware into the drawer, you pressed the compartment shut. Your teamwork was seamless, your stress seemed to fade away through the exhaust pipes of the building. 

You felt too calm. Like the calm air moments before a terrible, devastating storm. 

“Oh right,” Sunghoon chirped as he placed the last of the plates into the cabinet. “Jake’s coming over to help, too.”

You shrugged, the thought never grazing your mind. Well, it did, until Jake actually arrived. 

With Lee Heeseung at his side.

Fuck. 

… 

You never thought you’d be spending your Saturday afternoon curled up in Sunghoon’s new bathtub, hiding from the one and only Lee Heeseung. Your breaths shortened, body frozen as sweat pooled at your temples. A gulp shoots down your throat anxiously. You couldn’t bear to move even a muscle under this heaving pressure. What the hell were you supposed to do? Just face the guy you stupidly fell for? 

You’d rather die a slow, painful death than ever admit this out loud, but you did miss what you had with the bambi-eyed boy. The relationship you had before the cold, ruthless rejection you dropped upon him like a life-size boulder. Before the reckless agreement of friends with benefits. Back when you were strictly, innocently neighbours. 

Without all of those messy labels, maybe you could’ve had something more. 

You smack each cheek with your palms. No, you couldn’t think this way. You couldn’t think of Heeseung any more than you already have. He had already stolen your heart, hiding it steep beneath his grasp. What you needed to do was steal it back, with all the force and cruel words you could use.  

You had to fall out of love. No matter what. 

Without warning, the creak of the door hinge echoes through the confined bathroom. You throw your body back, the shock bouncing through your veins. A series of shuffling follows, and your breath hitches in your throat. Your hands fly to your mouth, concealing any peep that could escape as the shuffling grows lounder, and a voice trails closely behind. A familiar voice. 

“—Just leave it here, right?” Lee Heeseung shouted through the door of the washroom. A voice—presumably Sunghoon’s—murmurs an affirmative response before Heeseung does as he’s told and you scoff under your breath. If he was so obedient, why was he so stubborn with your heart? Your pupils shook in fear, your breaths growing heavy with each turn. With your hands still attached to your lips, you gulp.

“What was that?” Heeseung’s loitering figure murmured to himself. Your eyes dried out from staying open for so long, fear absolutely penetrating your body. His shuffling steps grew closer. And closer. His shadow painted onto the plastic shower curtain growing bigger with each of his curious steps, enveloping your sad, pitiful frame. “Is someone there?”

You’re fucked. 

A soft chuckle echoes from the other side of the shower curtain, throwing you off. “Guess I’m hearing things,” Heeseung finally says before walking away, swiftly shutting the bathroom door. You emerge from the shadows, pushing the shower curtain to the side as you huff the biggest sigh of your life. 

You’re such a coward. 

…

Heeseung couldn’t help but stay quiet amidst Jake’s rambling as the two of them drove away from their friend’s new apartment. It was natural, given the heavy sense of disappointment weighing atop his shoulders. Heeseung stared out the window, his eyes trailing each streetlight that flew past his view from the passenger seat. The driver, Jake Sim, took quick notice of his silence, his smile fading as he turned to Heeseung’s attention. “What’s wrong?”

Heeseung only murmured a response, earning a sigh from the now know-it-all driver. “I told you, she wasn’t gonna show.”

The bambi boy pursed his lips, sinking further into the leather of the car seat. Jake’s words already had a sense of familiarity to them; he already knew you wouldn’t show up at Sunghoon’s. You made that abundantly clear the moment you shunned him off entirely back at the elevator this morning. The moment you escaped his arms the night before, leaving him barren and empty. It was written in the stars, and yet, Heeseung refused to use his telescope. 

Jake heaved another sigh, his brows furrowing as he kept his eyes on the road. “You gotta give it up, man. Don’t waste your time on her. Hell, you two aren’t even dating!”

Jake was anything but wrong. You and him never went past the label of ‘friends with benefits.’ So, why was he stuck here mourning you like you were something more? “I guess, but–”

“Tell you what, Minji from my calc. class is single right now. What if I set you two up?”

Heeseung couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the trees that swayed outside his car window. He mindlessly fiddled with his fingers—mindlessly, due to the fact that his mind was now occupied with the thought of you. Who was he kidding? You’ve infected his mind for a while now, ever since he lost the sense of your touch that night. He thought back to the image of your back, walking further and further away from him. He thought back to the quick turn of your head, seconds before the elevator door closed. He thought back to your words. Words that stabbed his chest like a diamond encrusted dagger. 

We shouldn’t see each other anymore. 

Heeseung’s eyes finally met his driver’s, who was taking curious glances at his good friend. He picked at his lips. 

“Alright”

…

Did God hate you?

You had to ask because ever since you rejected the bambi-eyed Lee Heeseung, you’ve been living in absolute turmoil. And today was no different. 

“You stopped seeing him?” Sunghoon quizzed through his mouthful of food. You simply cocked an eyebrow, baffled at how slow your supposed best friend was to the news. He drilled into another bite of his burger, whilst you slowly popped another fry into your mouth. “How come?”

A shrug danced off of your shoulders, fingers popping another fry into your mouth like clockwork. You figured that the answer was fairly obvious, considering your heart has been reeling the effects for weeks now. The answer had turned your life into a minefield; one small reminder of him, and you were sent into an idiotic frenzy. Another fry swam into your mouth, eyes diverting from your friend as shame overtook you. On second thought, maybe Sunghoon was right not to notice; maybe you were going insane over nothing. 

“Things just sorta fizzled,” You absolute liar. 

“Well, there’s other guys out there, you’ll be fine!” Sunghoon leaned back with a smile. 

Potato mush slid down your throat, your tongue growing sour at Sunghoon’s sentiments. It felt foregin; being with anyone else but Lee Heeseung. Another fry leaps into your mouth, slowly nodding to Sunghoon’s words. God, you’re such a liar. 

Sunghoons eyes, in the snap of a second, spill from their sockets, jerking forward as he nearly spits out his drink. He gulps, his eyes never leaving the perplexing view behind you. “Speak of the devil.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have looked back. Maybe you shouldn’t have let your curiosity get the better of you. At least then, you wouldn’t have to watch Lee Heeseung sit down at the same diner, with another girl on his arm. Minji from your calculus class, to be exact.

You choked. You grew dizzy, sick to the stomach. The more you heard Heeseung’s affectionate chuckle, his date’s giggles to his dumb dad jokes; the more you felt an uncomfortable swirl grow at the pit of your stomach. And the more your mind began to wander, stubbornly. Wander back to the times you spent with him, the times he spewed out dumb jokes for you to laugh at. You thought you were going to faint. You needed to get out of here. 

“So-”

“Do you wanna check out that new ice cream place downtown?”

You spat your words out in one single, panicked breath, not bearing to take your next one until Park Sunghoon answers your question. Your friend cocks an eyebrow up, his eyes darting back to his food tray—complete with an unfinished meal. 

“I mean sure, but we haven’t finished our food?”

“I don’t want it anymore.”

“But you want ice cream?”

You nod as if you didn’t seem completely insane. “Yeah! Now let’s go!”

Without waiting for him, you shoot up from your seat, strategically hiding each leftover fry so it only looks like mere crumbs on your food tray. With confusion lining his face, Sunghoon shoves the rest of his burger into his mouth, grossly managing to spew a response to your apparent eagerness. “Alright, alright, I’m coming, jeez!”

You practically bolted out the door. After all, the last thing you needed was to catch a glimpse of Lee Heeseung at that god forsaken diner. 

…

His bambi eyes pierced through you.

You stood frozen before your wide open doorframe, practically welcoming him with open arms with its vacant stance—something you didn’t quite agree with, yourself. Nonetheless, he lets himself in, pushing past you swiftly. Like a fairy dancing in the wind, he aligns your body with his, and gently rests you against the wall, one hand hugging your waist, while the other cups your cheek. Your heart was racing, leaping out of your heaving, quaking chest. The head above you spun endlessly. You needed to get out, or kick him out at the very least. And yet, here you were, stuck in his heated trance. 

His eyes bore a sense of hunger, starvation as he stared into yours. They weren’t much of an innocent deer anymore, but rather had the glint of an angry lion. His jaw tensed, as if he was holding back, restraining himself as he lifted your hand, gently kissing your knuckles. Your stomach flipped inside out, heart fluttering away. Your skin burnt to the touch, breath shaking beneath his. He dipped down, burying his face into the crook of your neck before hushing a whisper into your ear. 

“I want you.”

You gulp, head spinning. In practically a whimper, you fight back. Well, a poor excuse for a fight anyway. “Heeseung, I-”

He only gritted back, his sharp stare slicing your skin. “I know you want me, too.”

Another gulp shoots down your throat as a certain heat pooled below you. You press your legs together, eyes dipping down to your feet. You wanted him. You wanted Lee Heeseung so bad. 

Heeseung’s lips crash onto yours, a groan lifting from him. Your eyes widen at the strength of his movements. It was as if he finally broke free from a prison, a prison without you. With all sense of morale thrown out the window, you swing your arms around him, hugging his neck, pulling your chest against his. His skin fell into flames at your touch, like each millimeter of flesh was a landmine. Your tongues danced from within, fighting back and forth as your hands roamed, dragging your finger all around each other's bodies. Swiftly, Heeseung hooked his arms around your thighs, lifting you from your standing position and carrying you to your couch, his lips ever leaving yours. 

The bambi boy sits down, resting your figure atop of him, your legs straddling his lap. Your arms never left his neck as his hands busied himself undoing your top. You thanked yourself for your constant habit of never wearing a bra around the house. With your chest exposed, Heeseung dipped down, trailing his lips further down your exposed body. Wetness polled between your legs, you felt antsy. Moans escaped your lips at each and every one of his movements. You were in heaven.

You never wanted this to end. 

You couldn’t have anything nice, could you?

Your morning alarm boomed like a siren in your ears as you shook out of your slumber. You jolted out of your sheets, the irritating beeping still ringing in your ears. You glance around your bedsheets, revealing nothing but your own belongings. No hints of a visitor last night. Your heart sunk to the floor, your fingers grazing your very flushed cheeks. Your mind was simply toying with you, with your heart. 

It was all a dream. 

…

You couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Your eyes never felt the need to droop, your lips never needed to stifle a yawn. You were as awake as a nocturnal creature amidst a night sky. You couldn't figure out why, but you had a sneaking suspicion that this particular morning, and a certain pair of bambi eyes, had something to do with it. 

Here he was again, claiming his spot right in the middle of your mind. 

You once again grew desperate for another distraction, a way to rid you of your very stubborn thoughts on the man who so cruelly stole your heart away. It didn’t matter how stubborn his presence seemed to be, you were not going down without a fight. And thus, you dove straight into your studies the moment you got home, and you haven’t swam back up to the surface since. No matter how much each formula gave you a headache, it was better than having Lee Heeseung occupy your brain. 

You huff, mentally addressing the elephant in the room. The elephant which seemed to flee from you the moment you woke up earlier this morning. 

Your dream. 

By now, it had been a few weeks since your departure from the rocky roads of Lee Heeseung’s presence. Almost a month without his smile, without his bambi-eyes. You thought you grew accustomed to this Heeseung-less lifestyle. You’ve gone out more with friends, dove deep into your studies, actually tried working on other aspects of your life, aspects that didn’t need the presence of a man, especially one you weren’t destined to be with. 

Though, there's one keyword in that first sentence; thought. In theory, you finally moved past the paradox of Lee Heeseung. In practice? Your heart was clearly too stubborn to follow through. That was made maddeningly clear ever since you had that dream last night. Your heart was practically screaming through your eardrums; You were in love with Lee Heeseung.

Nevertheless, none of that mattered. You could never give into your silly feelings. Afterall, if that visit to the diner a few weeks back taught you anything, it was that you were as miniscule in Heeseung’s eyes as a speck of dust. Whatever dumb feelings you had for your neighbor was clearly never reciprocated. 

The sound of faint shuffling puffs through your ears, surpassing the music which was supposed to keep you calm. A jingle of keys and a few hushed voices later, it finally clicked. Your neighbor was home. Home with a girl, anyway. 

That same sick feeling drilled through your torso again, your vision turning into a blur. Your notes turned into scribbles, your music turned into noise. Nothing made any sense anymore. The only thing you could really pinpoint was the burning sensation just above your chest. The tenseness of your skin, the clench of your jaw. It irked you to imagine Heeseung with someone else, not with the layers of history the two of you had, the moments you shared. 

You slap your cheeks, resetting your brain. It’s settled, you need to move. You need to get away from Lee Heeseung for good. 

…

A loud thwack sounded as Minji’s palm harshly grazed Heeseung’s face. “You’re such an asshole!”

In his defense, Heeseung never knew she’d react like that. Heeseung’s head hung low. “Sorry, Min”

“Don’t give me that! You led me on for a whole month! What the fuck!?”

The bambi boy picked at his lips. He did feel sorry. He never wanted to lie to Minji, she never deserved it. However, Lee Heeseung wanted to lie to himself; maybe then he’d let go of the thought of you. But alas, it didn’t plan didn’t work, and here he is now, reaping the consequences of his own actions. Minji stormed out of the apartment, leaving him indifferent at best. Maybe his heart trailed with a smidge of guilt, but he honestly couldn’t really care. He physically couldn’t bring himself to, not with your figure just a wall away from him, ignoring his entire being. 

“Tell me, is there someone else? Is that why?”

Heeseung’s eyes lingered at a blank wall—the wall that connected his and your rooms. “You don’t deserve someone like me. I really am sorry, Min.”

“Whatever. At least you thought to tell me before anything even happnend. I’m out of here, you prick!”

Lee Heeseung wholeheartedly believed that if he followed Jake’s advice and played around with someone else, that he’d soon forget about you all together; the fuck buddy who managed to linger around in his heart for longer than he expected. Of course it didn’t work, not with your door right next to his, tempting him every second of the day. It took everything in his being to suppress the urge to visit you. He was crawling in his own skin, impatience riling up in his body. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted, but he did know that you were part of the solution. 

Heeseung ruffled a towel through his wet hair; not even a shower could get his mind off of you. 

What the hell was going on?

…

“You can’t hide from him forever, y/n” Sunghoon crossed his arms, scowling at your pitiful figure—stuffing your face with his leftovers, wrapped up in his blankets; a housewarming gift from his sister. “What even happened? I thought things just fizzled?”

You winced at your fat-faced lie from that day at the diner. To say it was cringe-inducing would be an understatement. It was just a poor attempt at convincing the world—especially yourself—that you weren’t entirely going insane. Putting your fork down, you heave a deep sigh. “Not exactly.”

And so, you told Sunghoon everything. How you let yourself go, allowed yourself to break the one rule a ‘friends with benefits’ agreement had. How you let your heart venture too close to the wits of Lee Heeseung, and he stole it effortlessly, like a thief in the night. You hung your head low, eyes burning through the fuzzy socks you borrowed (stole) from Sunghoon’s closet. Disappointment ghosted over your shoulders, and you wholeheartedly expected Sunghoon to follow suit. However, your supposed best friend only falls into a bellow of laughter, throwing your attention off. 

“What?”

“God, y/n, you act like catching feelings is a crime!” Sunghoon plops beside you, who is still frozen from his words. “Look, liking Heeseung isn’t a bad thing. You can’t really control your feelings, and when you do…you end up hiding in your best friend's apartment and stealing their food.” He gives you a quick up-and-down scan, cocking an eyebrow. 

“I was scared! We didn’t agree to this back then, and I was scared that developing real feelings for him would just scare him off or something. Besides, it’s too late anyways. He’s already seeing someone else.”

“How do you know for sure?”

You took another angry bite. “I heard them walk into his apartment.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Girl, that could mean anything.”

“Two people giggling while walking into an apartment at 2 in the morning? I doubt it means anything else!” You bury yourself in Sunghoon’s multitude of throw blankets. “Quit trying to save it, my chances are already ruined.”

“Look, I still think you should talk to him. Tell him how you really feel, no matter how messy it turns out.”

You grew quiet at his words; as if they pulled your vocal chords from your grasp. You gulp as Sunghoon shoots up from his place on the couch. He snatches the bowl from your hands, not even sparing you a chance to finish your—well, his— meal. “You can stay here for tonight, nerd.” 

…

“So you and Minji didn’t work out, huh?” Jake suddenly dropped, the bomb exploding all over Heeseung’s face. Simultaneously, the booming cries of a ‘game over’ blast through his headphones; the sudden change in topic to his love life was the last thing Heeseung expected to hear during his Friday night gaming session. The bambi boy recollects himself, clearing his throat. Or maybe it was just to stall this conversation all together, he couldn’t really tell. “How’d you know?”

“Heard it from Jay,” Jake uttered nocholantly through the voice chat. Heeseung booted up his game again, opting to distract himself with a fresh round of kills for the night. The topic of a future girlfriend wasn’t really on his radar right now. Well, he didn’t want it to be, anyway. Not with you still staking a claim on his brain. 

Guess Jake couldn’t get the hint. 

“I guess that’s too bad,”  Jake continued to ramble. Heeseung grew queasy, opting to focus on the sounds of the shoots blasting from his character’s gun. 

“I think you’ll be fine, though. There’s plenty of fish in the sea, anyway.” One shot. Two shots. 

“Now, I don’t really know anyone personally, but I could ask around.” Three shots. 

“What do you think of blind dates?” Game Over.

“No!” Heeseung’s voice finally peaked through the mic, shocking Jake to his core. Honestly, it startled Heeseng a little, himself. He didn’t have a clue where this sudden surge of energy came from, nor this unsettling feeling. All he knew is that he wanted Jake to stop. “Jake, I don’t want another date, okay?”

The silence on the other end pressured Heeseung to believe that Jake just disappeared right then and there. The bambi boy huffed a sigh of relief the moment he saw Jake’s character move around once again. His voice peaking in the mic shortly after. “What, why?”

Heeseung was too ashamed to say. But of course, Jake already knew. 

“Oh.”

Heeseung didn’t bother rebooting the game this time. Instead he just stared blankly at his pitiful death screen, his reflection shining back to him through the screen’s black text. Jake heaved a sigh, as the bambi boy winced; he already knew what he was going to say. “You’re still thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Yes. All Heeseung had been thinking about was you. 

“I like her too much, man.” Heeseung said with little to no thought running through his brain. Though he was not 100% certain, he knew that thinking about you constantly, worrying about your well being, and missing you like a loved one who passed away, were no small feats to scoff at. You caught him in some entrancing spell, and Heeseung couldn’t find a way out. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to. The bambi boy was fully expecting Jake to dive into a complete lecture about wasting time on girls who aren't even worth it, which is exactly why Heeseung was nothing but stunned when his friend responded with one simple phrase. 

“Then tell her.”

Heeseung picked at his lips, a loss for words. “But she clearly doesn’t feel the same way.” If the past month had taught Heeseung anything, it was that fact and that fact alone. 

“It wouldn’t hurt to try. Especially if you're just completely blowing off chances with other girls just because of her. Don’t you think she's worth even just a small bit of the truth?”

You were worth so much more, Heeseung knew that much.

Nonetheless, could Heeseung even provide it for you?

…

Your eyes darted to your front door again, maybe the 100th time you did so since you got home from class.. Your brain? Spinning beyond belief. It was maybe 8pm; hours had already passed since your last class of the day. And yet, despite all of that, the thought of Lee Heeseung still lingered in your mind, stained like wine to a white shirt. You felt dizzy just thinking about it. 

You shouldve been relieved, happy even. In one way or another, your problem was solved. It was official; Lee Heeseung was finally unavailable, and you had no reason to faulter back into the depths of his heart anymore. Isn’t this what you wanted in the first place, ever since you left him to rot in the elevator all those weeks ago?

A scoff pushed from your chest. Of course you weren’t actually happy.

You think back to Sunghoon’s words, the night  you pitifully stayed over at his place for the night. 

“Tell him how you really feel, no matter how messy it gets.”

You dashed to your door faster than your heart leaped from your chest. You could explode right then and there; you couldn’t take it anymore. 

You needed to see him. 

…

Lee Heeseung wasn’t an asshole. He knew that much. But when it came to the treatment of his own heart, it was a whole other story. 

Up until this very moment, the only things currently on Heeseung’s mind was a mental note to buy new house slippers, and how his hand stank from the trash; he only held onto it for a few seconds before throwing it away, which made it even more confusing. However, the moment he glanced up, all those thoughts seemed to blow away in the wind. The wind in question? the overwhelming image of you. Again. 

Your apartment door stood in front of him. Mocking him relentlessly. 

Time stopped, leaving just him and you, who was currently avoiding his sorry ass on the other end of that brindled door. Something rumbled at the pit of his stomach, his chest heaving as he found his legs moving. Complete with a mind of their own. It didn’t make a lick of sense. He was in his pajamas—even if you’ve seen him in less before, Heeseung deemed the fit inappropriate for the task of confessing his feelings; his hair was nowhere near fixed—unstyled and flatter than a sheet of paper. Not to mention he literally smells like garbage. Everything around him was practically screaming at him, telling him to just turn around and head back into his apartment. But he couldn’t hear anything. The thought of you was too busy clouding his senses. 

Each hushed step inched him closer to your doorframe. His heart was breaking through his chest with each stark breath. A tremble lined his fingers, goosebumps grazing his skin as he positioned them right in front of your door. What was he even going to say? Of course he didn’t think to prepare. Were you even going to answer? Did he even deserve your answer?

Fuck it. None of it mattered anymore. Heeseung needed you.

…

Your door became a trampoline with the way you bounced back from its surface. You fumbled with the hem of your shirt, the harsh reality of your situation sinking in. Lee Heeseung didn’t want you anymore, and it was your own damn fault. Your heart felt victim to the infamous bambi boy, and you pushed him away instead of accepting him with open arms. You were never the other chick Minji so lovingly dubbed; you could never be. How could you if all you did was ignore him for a goddamn month?

You slapped your face three times, hoping each slap would send you back to a more sensible reality. A reality where you weren’t so blinded by your feelings. You hop onto your couch, the surface farthest away from the gates of hell (your apartment door). 

You shouldn’t punish yourself for having feelings.

It was as if you were a puppet, being pulled closer to your front door once more. The culprit? Your own devious heart. Your fingers turned into 20 pound dumbbells as you clasped them around the door handle. Each click of the knob, you found yourself quickening the pace of your breath. Your heart jumping from your chest, dancing like a fool. You swing the door open with every muscle drenched in anticipation. You glance up, and you freeze on the spot. 

Heeseung was already there. 

"y/n-" Heeseung pants, breath hitched. He looked just as unorthodox as you did. 

Your heart leaped from your chest once again, only this time it got caught in your throat, ripping the air away from your lungs as you scanned the towering figure before you. Complete in a black shirt and track pants, three white stripes trailing down each side like a race track. It was one of the most basic outfits a guy in their 20’s could have ever come up with, but you still managed to blush at his presence. Your eyes watched as his chest heaved up and down, his adam's apple bobbing in the opposite direction. You watched him instinctively move slightly into your frame, but you didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you had the sudden urge to move closer. Closer to him. 

"Heeseung, I-" You say, barely out of your trance.

“I don't think I can do this anymore.” Heeseung heaved, summoning goosebumps against your skin. You watched as he inched closer to your figure, welcoming himself into your apartment. You had every reason to stop him, but for some reason, you couldn't. Your brows cinched together at his words.

"Do what, exactly?" 

"This!" Heeseung gestured to the air. "Staying away from you, pretending that you mean nothing to me. I hate it, y/n." 

You choked on your heightened breath, his figure shielding the light formerly cascading off of your frame—he took over your vision. He nibbled at his lip, desperate for a response, for anything from you. You, however, had an endless amount of questions. It was as if your brain took a screenshot, your mind was going haywire. 

“What do you mean pretend? What about Minji?”

Heeseung scratches the nape of his neck. “After you rejected me, I thought I had no chance with you. So, I tried to start something with Minji in the hopes that I forgot you, But it didn’t work. If anything, I thought of you even more when we were apart.”

You couldn’t find the courage to reply, as Heeseung’s figure sank at the shoulders. “I know you want nothing to do with me, I just— I needed to get that off my chest. Goodnight, y/n.”

Tell him how you really feel, no matter how messy it is.

The Bambi boy pivots, his broad back facing you. A surge of lightning erupts in you as you chase him down. You pinch the fabric of his shirt, stopping him in his tracks. “Wait!”

Heesung looks back at you, a spotlight shining on your figure. “That’s not true at all! I don’t hate you or want you out of my life! I want none of that!”

Heeseung’s mouth went agape, as you heave a tense sigh. “I only ignored you all those months ago because in reality… I was scared. I didn’t know how to handle my feelings for you so I just hid them away. In the end, I only pushed you away further. I feel… horrible.”

It was as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders the moment you sputtered your rushed, unplanned confession. You took your time to finally look at him, really look at him. The glisten in those bambi eyes you always loved, the plump of his lips, his elegant nose bridge—all of him. “I like you, Lee Heeseung.”

The two of you basked in silence for a while—an eternity it seemed. All the pain and agony in Heeseung’s bambi-like eyes seemed to float away, a glisten of adoration replacing them the longer he looked at you. Your eyes, however, ripped away, the guilt of your horrible treatment towards him finally being recognized. 

“Oh god, I’m really sorry, Hee-” You watched as Heeseung closed the gaps between your tense figure, His warm hand melting you as he cupped your cheek. “y/n?”

“Hm?”

“I need to kiss you.”

You gulp, a gear switching in your head. “Then kiss me.”

…

Without warning, Heeseung envelopes your figure into his arms, a sudden roughness added to his touch. A glimmer of impatience, desperation. The air between your two lips dissipates as you link them together in a kiss. He tasted like honey, the sweet strawberry icing on a cake; he tasted perfect. You’ve kissed Lee Heeseung multiple times before, but it’s never felt this good. 

Your bodies worked like clockwork, seamless and perfect. You hastily threw your arms around the nape of his neck, as he slithered an arm around your waist. Like an elegant waltz, your figures moved further into the apartment, your back crashing into your apartment wall. Lee Heeseung knew just how to hold you, how to carry you in his arms. It was as if you were meant for one another. 

Lips never parting, Heeseung plants himself on the plush of your couch. He swings you over him, your legs now straddling his lap. Your skin grew hot to the touch, Heeseung’s ice cold palms sending shivers down your spine. And yet, you never wanted his touch to leave. His fingertips trailed up and down your arm, teasing you relentlessly. Lee Heeseung was driving you crazy.

And judging by the heat accumulating between your legs, Heeseung knew what he was doing. 

Mischievously, Heeseung nibbles at your bottom lip before plucking away, sending one last bratty smirk your way before he trails wet kisses along your jaw. Your mind was in a haze, clouded by absolute greed, lust. You felt his lips hover lower and lower against your body as he tugged onto your shirt’s collar to kiss more of your chest. Currently, you were a bomb minutes away from an explosion. The sound of his wet lips crashing against your skin was enough to send your head—and core—spinning. You couldn’t take it anymore. A moan escapes your lips, stopping the bambi boy in his tracks. He pulls away, getting one glimpse of you before leaning right against your ear. 

“Does my princess want me that bad?”

Princess. You haven't heard that name in a lifetime. It felt sweet against his lips. You couldn’t muster up a response, you were too busy stifling another lewd moan. You felt Heeseungs hands trail up from your waist, groping the soft plush of your chest. He massaged each clothed breast, kneading them until he pulled that second moan from your hungry lips. “More, baby. Moan for me. Show me how much you want this.”

His hands felt like heaven against your chest, his thumbs grazing your nipples; the sweet spot. You grew louder with each swipe of his thumb, your figure growing restless and fidgety above him. Wetness pooled between your thighs in an instant. Only Lee Heeseung had this effect on you.  

“What does my baby want?” Heeseung rasps in your ear once more. By the way your body squirmed above his lap, unable to stay still, it was obvious how needy you had become. “Tell me, princess, how do you want me to fuck you tonight?”

The heat between your legs pounded amidst his lewd question, your cheeks flushed beyond belief. After you nibbled on your lip, you dipped down beside the shell of his ear. 

“Eat me out” You whispered in between desperate huffs. 

An affirmative smirk. That’s all it took before he flung your figures into a new position. You sat with your back snug against the couch, and Heeseung mere inches away from your knees, his bambi eyes boring into you. It didn’t matter that he was below you physically; Lee Heeseung was the bloodthirsty beast, and you were his prey for the night. Ripping off your shorts, the bambi boy peppered kisses up your thighs. He watched proudly as you squirmed at each and every kiss, dying to feel his touch right where you needed it most. 

He pried your legs open, meeting his last barrier standing in the way of your pleasure; the soaking fabric of your panties. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Heeseung looked up, meeting eye to eye with your heated, flustered stare. God, you were adorable. “You’re so needy, princess. Did I turn you on that much?”

You scowled, too drenched in heat to give a proper comeback. “Please, Seungie”

Fuck. Fireworks popped at the pit of his stomach, your little nickname revving an engine he was never aware of. Heeseung dove into your core, pressing lips against the dripping fabric. 

Shockwaves drilled down your spine, your back arching as another moan spilled from your lips. His touch barely ghosted your core, yet it was enough to send your head spinning. You were launched into a world of ecstasy the moment Heeseung’s teasing kisses stopped, and you felt his tongue dip into your folds. His tongue dipped further, gripping and throwing your leg over his shoulders as he explored your insides. With each thrust and push of his tongue, your heart beat faster, your noises grew louder. 

Apparently, though, that wasn’t enough for Lee Heeseung. 

As stealthy as a thief in the night, Heeseung slips a finger at the tip of your core; the sweet spot. Uncontrollable, lewd noises bounced around the living room walls, your head thrown back and digging into the head of the couch. With the pads of his fingers, Heeseung draws small circles against your clit as you gripped onto a lock of his hair. Anything to tether you back to reality. Heeseung pumps another finger into your folds, accompanying his tongue in its dirty expedition. 

You felt a knot expanding at the pit of your stomach, tensing up further with each pleasure filled thrust of Heeseung’s tongue. The bambi boy’s tongue moved faster and faster, the pressure of that knot building up further. Finally, you chased down your climax, your juices flowing everywhere. The couch’s fabric, the surface of your thighs, his chin; everywhere. 

“Fuck, princess.” Heeseung catches his breath, his eyes forming into hearts as he eyes you down once again. “You’re beautiful”

“Heeseung- '' You huff a series of deep breaths, a limp hand reach you grasp his. Climbing onto the couch, he takes your hand innocently enough, but soon enough, his lips make their way beside your ear once again. 

“There’s no way I’m done with you yet, baby. Now, on your knees.”

He seals his dirty remark with a kiss against your jaw before you do as you're told. The fatigue from moments ago shriveled up from your body, with excitement coursing through you instead. You fell onto your hands and knees, with Heeseung’s firm hands grabbing you by the hip. Your bare ass grazed against his clothed crotch, a firm tent hiding beneath the fabric. Mischievously leaning in, you grind your ass against his core, a groan escaping his lips. The grip around your hips grew tighter, his fingers painting a white hue atop of your skin. It was your turn to tease him, after all. 

“Shit- Quit teasing me, baby.” Heeseung hisses as he pulls a condom from his pocket. Did he always carry one with him? Or was it just meant for you? Heeseung leans forward, his chest flush against your back. “You don’t know how bad my cock needs that pussy. Don’t test me.” 

Hastily, Heeseung pulls off his pants, his cock—specifically his size, catching your attention as you watch from over your shoulder. Your eyes widen as he rolls the condom over his girth. Heeseung of course catches you gawking, shining a smirk your way. The bambi boy whispers in your ear once again. “Are you ready, princess?”

You mewl, your desperation shining through your half-assed response. 

Heeseung finally pressed his dick through your walls, his palm groping your ass cheek, lightly spreading apart to dig further into your core. Your pussy overflowed with his size, his cock rubbing against your core in all the right places. The walls of your living echoed with the sounds of your hot skin slapping together, the wet sloshes of your dirty bliss taking over the night. He filled you up perfectly, his girth grazing against every needy bit of your pussy. Your mind went into a complete daze, each movement sending you into heaven. 

His fingers dig deeper into the crevices of your hips, guiding your ass into faster and more blissful thrusts. You were grateful for his grip—your legs were too shaky and unstable to survive on their own. You trembled in ecstasy. 

“You feel so good, y/n” Heeseung rasps once again. He knew just how to rile you up with words alone. “Your pussy holds my cock so well, darling”

His deep voice was enough to call your attention back to another knot forming in your stomach. The pit of your torso grows more tense with each of Heeseung’s powerful thrusts. Instead of sitting up straight, Heeseung stays on the snug of your back, leaving more soft kisses on your neck and jaw. Soon, your moans turn into deserpate cries of his name, your arms at the brink of failure as they try to hold your figure up. Heeseung’s heat soon got the better of him, too; his thrusts growing sloppy  and rushed every time you yelled his name. No matter how much he teased you, you still had an effect on Lee Heeseung. 

One last push of Heeseung’s hips summoned your conjoined climaxes, coating your walls and the latex of the condom. Heeseung pulled out and you plop on your stomach, exhaustion tackling you like a boulder to anything in its way. The bambi snuggles up beside you, immediately cradling you in his arms like it was second nature. You had to admit, it made your heart flutter. 

“Wanna cuddle?” Heeseung asks, his tone suddenly so innocent, it makes your brows furrow. 

“Aren’t we already doing that?” You mutter, your head snug at the crook of his neck.

“Right, sorry.” Heeseung combs a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. “It just feels like I’m dreaming when I’m with you.”

You punch his chest; an appropriate consequence for that corny pick up line. But either way, it worked. You were falling in love all over again. 

You sigh. Maybe it was time to start over. 

“Heeseung?” You catch his attention as he maneuvers his position to get a better look at you. His eyes widen, signifying his piquing interest in what you need to say “Yeah?”

“I think I love you.”

All the worry pent up in your chest wisps away at the sight of Lee Heeseung’s smile. The bambi boy tugs onto your frame closer, tighter. A stupid grin forever plastered onto his face. 

“I think I love you too, y/n.”

[skankwives]

Mommy Is a Skank

Joan couldn't wipe the smile off her face, even after Marty angrily threw her down on the bed. It would remain until the back of his hand landed sharply across her cheek.

"My God, what's going on with me," she sobbed into her hands.

Tell me now – what the hell happened," he thundered

"Why don't you just tell me what happened after you left the School Board Meeting!" His voice was shrill with rage.

Joan closed her eyes, swallowed hard, and began. 

"After leaving the Meeting Hall, I got on the highway and was taking my usual route home. I was listening to the radio, and I guess I got a little distracted and wound up missing my exit. I'm not familiar with that side of town, and now I know why. There was nothing around but boarded up storefronts, and dingy, rundown apartment buildings…"

 I was desperate to find a gas station or someplace to get directions. Sitting in my car in the dark it brought back that whole, terrible night in the cabin - Where I was fucked by two thugs and then put on my knees and had to suck off both of those thugs, while you did nothing but watch. she said.

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"I must have snapped or something. I was sitting in the car in front of this Homeless Shelter, and I just started crying like a baby. I looked up, there was this black man knocking on the window of the passenger side. He must have been 6'4", very large, and with a shaved head. . Before I knew it he had opened the door and was sitting next to me."

"The next thing I remember is that we were in the back seat, and he was reaching up underneath my skirt and tugging down my panties. The he started fucking me doggie style" Joan said

However, Joan also left out the part about her screaming 'Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me", so loud that it attracted the attention of a number of the shelter residents who hung out the windows hooting and cheering.

"While I was being fucked in the back seat another man got in the car and drove off. He stopped the car in some garbage strewn alley. I was lying with my face down in the backseat, and I could feel this big black man ejaculating all over my rear-end. Then this Spanish guy spread my legs and began fucking me while the other guy watched: Joan cried

Joan ended the story there. She felt it wouldn't be a good idea to describe how she pulled her knees back to her ears so the spanish guy could pound away with greater ease. Marty would never know how many times she climaxed when the black guy fucked her from behind  or how she licked every drop of cum off the head of  the spanish guy's cock when he was through fucking her.

To Joan's surprise, Marty was beside her - hugging her. In his mind, she wasn't some demented, cock-crazy skank but his poor, sweet wife victimized by two animals. If anything, she sensed he felt partly responsible. Wasn't it he who introduced her to this with his sick fantasy?

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"We've got to call the cops and find those bastards!"

"No Marty, please I just want to put this behind me and move on! Please Marty, don't involve the police."

The following day, Marty took her to the doctor for a thorough check-up and full battery of tests. The news was good. Other than a very sore crotch, a few bruises, and friction burns on her knees and butt, she was fine physically. Thankfully, her desecrators didn't leave any permanent mementos of their good time.

Later that week She, Marty, and the kids were attending a barbecue at a neighbors' home. It was a typical boisterous late summer party; there was music, beer, and plenty of laughs. Jennifer and Marty Jr. were having a great time laughing and playing with the other children. Everyone seemed to be having fun, except Joan. There was a time when she would've been in her element at an event like this, but that seemed like a lifetime ago. These people who she considered her friends now all seemed so dull and predictable.

Joan watched Marty clustered with a bunch of other men near the grill gabbing about fluctuations in the commodities market. Perhaps it was the crushing boredom, but all of a sudden she just started feeling tremendously horny. She wanted sex – filthy sex - and wanted it immediately. Marty was heading in the direction of the cooler when she found her opportunity. She waylaid him and discretely led him into the house.

"Joan, what's up? Are you having a good time?"

"Marty – let's fuck!"

Marty looked over his shoulder to see if anyone overheard.

"Joan, honey – we're at a party; there are people everywhere," he whispered.

She dragged him up a flight of stairs, and pulled him into the first  bedroom she saw.

"Joan, I don't know if this is the place," Marty pleaded as Joan dropped to her knees and undid his belt.

Joan sucked and licked his pole like a child with an ice cream cone on a hot day. However, this would merely be an appetizer.

"Fuck my ass!  Ass Fuck your slut wife - Do it"

Joan tugged down her panties, turned around, bent over, hiked up her dress, and invitingly wiggled the luscious white ass in his face.

"C'mon - fuck my ass – I need it," Fuck me Fuck this Skank ass".

Realizing she wasn't going to give in, Marty grabbed her waist and plunged in.

.Joan winced at the searing pain but quickly recovered  her asshole was pounded by Marty's hard cock.

"Oh Yeah Fuck my skank ass"  Joan finger fucked  her  dripping cunt as Marty fucked her asshole.

He came hard with a series of violent, angry pumps as he shot his cum deep into her ass.

Joan then started fisting her cunt until she squired her juice all of the bedroom floor. Joan's body spasmed, heaved, and ultimately collapsed with a sigh Marty gave her no time to rest in the afterglow. He pulled her to her feet.

"We are going back downstairs, we're going to get the kids, and go home!"

A limp, glassy-eyed Joan said nothing as Marty dragged her down the stairs.

After a polite but awkward goodbye, Marty marched his family out to the car. The kids whined in the back, as Mom and Dad sat up front without speaking.

Once home, he sent the kids to their rooms, threw Joan on the couch and read her the riot act. Two tense weeks passed and a shamed and penitent Joan worked hard to appease her husband. Skeptical, he had taken his vacation to stay home and keep a watchful over her. He arranged to have her see a highly regarded psychiatrist, and diligently drove her to her twice-weekly appointments. True to his word, the children would stay with his sister indefinitely.

With bills to pay and no vacation time remaining, Marty reluctantly returned to work. The children, however, would remain with his sister until he was absolutely certain Joan was free of all deranged compulsions.

It would be a long day for Joan, made even longer without the kids to look after. There was little else to do other than curl up in bed with a book. After about an hour, Joan gave up; she didn't even have the energy to read. Depressed, she tossed the book aside and went back to bed. Around noon, the sound of someone at the front door stirred her from an uneasy sleep. Not in the mood for another pious lecture, she lingered in the bed for a while before making her way downstairs.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she heard the low rumble of conversation coming from the kitchen. ?

As she approached the doorway, she stopped dead in her tracks. A familiar face greeted her, but it wasn't Marty's.

"There's the freak!"

Cyrus,  the black man who fucked her doggie style in the back of her car sat at her kitchen table picking over last night's leftover fettuccini. He didn't come calling by himself. Across from him sat a young girl eating Raisin Bran from the box. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, with bright orange hair and skin as like dark chocolate. There were tattoos up and down her arms, and her nose sported a small, silver ring.

"Freak-baby, I'd like to introduce you to my friend Tasha - she a runaway, and I'm lookin' out for the poor child."

Though shaken, Joan somehow mustered the strength to speak.  "I-I'm sorry…b-but…y-you'll have to leave."

"Damn bitch, is this how you treat company? You actin' like you weren't expectin' us! You must have known, I'd be paying you a visit when I took your wallet!"

Joan's heart skipped a beat when Cyrus hoisted his massive frame from behind the table and walked toward her.

"I think I know what you need," he said with a sinister sneer in his voice. "I think maybe you need a little bit o' lovin'."

Joan turned away. She wished she was a million miles away but there was no denying she felt a rush. Once again, terrible urges beyond reason would take control of her.

I can't do this-I can't do this-I can't do this! The thought ran through her mind like a mantra.

As soon as his hot, filty  breath hit her neck, her defenses crumbled.

She offered no resistance when Cyrus pulled her blouse up over her head.

"Hey Tasha – don't them titties look nice all scrunched up in that sexy little white bra?"

Tasha didn't say a word and kept on picking through the cereal box.

"Now that we seen the titties, we gots to have a look at that fine butt!"

Joan was in the grip of the fever now. She didn't need to ask what he meant; she just undid her slacks and let them slide to the floor. Then she pulled her panries down and said to Cyrus

" You want some of this white skank ass don't you"

To be continued . . . . . . .

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[pinetrees-in-the-water]

what if ej x gn blind reader??😏

Anon your brain is so huge.... Im basically writing fanfic here but AAAAAAA

(Edit: Oh my god I noticed the smirking emoji way too late yall please be specific with wanting NSFW or SFW I was well Into fluff territory before I realized and I still can't tell what anon means, but SFW and NSFW under the cut)

Thank you for the request!!

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◇EJ x GN! Blind Reader◇

• So EJ CAN see but his vision is more akin to like...cat night vision. Only sees in shades of gray.

• Basically the man is colorblind.

• He takes advantage of it and only hunts in the night, scouting out houses for possible victima to soothe his demonic hunger or or contract kills for The Operator.

• So when he's creeping around a what he thinks is an abandoned house and sees you walking around in the dark, his heart stops.

• Naturally, being blind has led to your other senses improving over time and you're barely able to hear a creak that DEFINATELY wasn't you.

• You grab the kitchen knife and reach for your phone in your pocket just in case you need to dial a neighbor or the cops.

• You hadn't turned around yet so EJ didnt notice you were blind, he tried silently moving towards you to knock you out when-

• "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER I CAN HEAR YOU!" You swung around with the knife in your hand. EJ saw your closed eyes and realized his mistake.

• "Hey hey Im sorry. Im not gonna hurt you. Ill get out right now." He pretty much bolted out the window leaving you confused.

• You DID call someone over to check and yeah...he left.

• Weeks later you found a note in braille at your door apologizing for the incident, you were shocked at the amount of effort this intruder was taking to amend his actions, he also explained that he'd been completely blind before and understood how terrifying it must have been.

• You don't know what possessed you but you wrote back and left your letter in the same place you found his. Thus started a pattern of you both writing back and forth.

• Eventually you both came to care alot for each other, you found out he was a part of a sort of task force and had killed before, but he wanted to "Spare you the gory details" so you didn't find out more for a while.

• He started helping you in small ways, fetching you groceries, running small errands since it was a hassle to get around with your condition, you aporefuated the kindess that was rare from other people. And slowly started falling for him, and maybe it was the way he wrote, soft yet deep voice or his constant compliments but it felt like he was falling for you too.

• Even though you couldn't see him, you wanted to meet him again in person (without the breaking and entering) and tell him how you felt. And so you did.

• He agreed but something was off even as you both laughed in the kitchen while baking, his hands..no his skin was ice cold. And even if he was talking and laughing with you he seemed unusually nervous, you could hear the tapping off his foot.

• When yoy asked him if somethibg was wrong he couldn't take it anymore and broke. He told you about his past and qhen he was turned in college, the ritual that put a demon inside of him and how he had no choice but to break into morgues and scout for the "morallly corrupt" so the demon had a source of food, it had turned him into a cannibal.

• At first you thought he was making fun of you and that it was some kind of joke, but before you could get mad his chilled hands took yours.

• "Do you trust me? Ill show you... I promise im not lying"

•You dont know what made you say yes but you did. He took your hands and put them on his face so you could feel his features which were definately human..and after you were done his face started to morph, skin splitting and his jaw unhinging to reveal what felt like razor-sharp teeth.

• His mouth closed as soon as it opened. He tried pulling away and running but you didn't want him to this time.

SFW:

• As said above Jack loves providing acts of service for you. Groceries? Cooking? Cleaning? call him your malewife because he's doing ALL of it.

• Of course he doesn't treat you like some helpless child and respects when you qant to do things yourself but still always offers just in case.

• After you both properly get together and you know his past hes noticibly more physically affectionate while making sure not to startle or scare you with sudden touches.

• Takes EXTRA precaution to make sure youre out of The Operator's radar since youre at a bit of a disadvantage (a tad overprotective)

• kisses you on your eyelids (kicking my legs and screaming)

NSFW:

• Regardless of who he's with he's a soft dom (Im tired of yall slandering my man's name HES A SWEET BOY.)

•Jack is so gentle. Mainly because he's terrified of doing something wrong.

•He's a big boy at 6'5 so a good chance hes taller than you, and hes somewhat muscular too so he's aware theres a huge imbalance in your relationship and checks in on you every once in a while to make sure youre okay with him doing anything.

• He has 3 tongues.....need I say more?

•Goes down on you VERY often, somwtimes gets a bit carried away and overstimulates you

•Even if you can't see him he ALWAYS ALWAYS compliments how pretty/handsome you look during sex.

• Sensory deprivation but just....always.

• Despite being majorly soft that doesn't mean hes not an absolute tease in bed. 100% makes you beg. And definately takes advantage of tue fact that you cant see what he's gonna do next.(Will feel guilty if you accuse him of bullying you for being blind)

[zoeykallus]

Hey! Happy Fourth of July! I’m not sure if you’re accepting requests so ignore this if you’re not lmao but because of my PTSD-fireworks are… tough lmao. Can you write a little something of the bad batch comforting their S/O while neighbors are lighting fireworks?

Aloha!

Wow! This one slipped through the cracks! I'm so sorry you had to wait so long for this one! 😱😱😱

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - PTSD And Fireworks

Mostly Fluff/Mention Of PTSD And Audio Triggers

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You know that it is coming. You are already uneasy inside, basically you are prepared for it, but you know the sounds will still worry and unsettle you. Fortunately, you are not alone tonight.

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

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Hunter

He already knows you're uncomfortable before it's really obvious.

"Are you okay?"

You blink at him, puzzled, but then you remember how fine Hunter's senses are. Of course, he can sense that you're tense, no matter how hard you try to hide it.

"Sure, everything's fine. It's just the fireworks, they'll probably go off any minute."

He nods in understanding. Hunter already knows about your PTSD, you feel comfortable and safe with him, that's why you confided in him a while ago.

He suggests turning on some music, sitting by the window together, and watching the fireworks from inside. The music is supposed to muffle the noise from outside a bit, and Hunter thinks maybe if you see what's going on, it will calm you down a bit.

You sit down on the windowsill with some hot chocolate, Hunter holds your hand and squeezes it gently each time you flinch, smiling at you to let you know he's with you, and you have nothing to worry about. He talks to you gently, asks you a few questions, distracts you a little until the whole thing is over.

He's still very attentive later, when the worst is over, you're in bed, and people are still setting off fireworks sporadically. Hunter gently has an arm around you and murmurs soothing words to you every time you tense up again. You're in good hands with Hunter.

Echo

He himself doesn't like fireworks very much. Like you, Echo is a little tense tonight. As a soldier, especially one who has experienced things like Echo, such noises can also be very nerve-wracking. Echo has cooked for both of you, you've eaten before the sun goes down, in peace, but you both keep looking, automatically already nervous to the window. "You're thinking about the same thing I am, aren't you?" you ask quietly. Echo nods slowly and answers, "The fireworks." You ask him a little uncertainly, "You're staying over tonight, right?" He looks at you urgently and says, "Of course! I would never leave you alone on a night like this." You smile in relief, and Echo returns the smile gently. "Don't worry, Love" he says encouragingly, "We'll get through this together". You make yourselves comfortable on the sofa that evening. Snuggled together, your legs over his lap, your torso leaning against his, your arms around his middle, his arm around your shoulders. There's a movie on the television. You've closed all the shutters, windows and doors to muffle the noise from outside as best you can.

You both wince now and then when it booms a little louder outside, and calm each other down with short touches and glances. Now and then you talk a little, but for both of you the evening is really exhausting. Nevertheless, of course, you survive the night, tired, but happy to have had each other that night.

Wrecker

He loves the fireworks, but he knows how nervous they make you. And even though you insisted he go watch the fireworks, he shows up at your door just before sundown.

"Wrecker? What are you doing here?"

He beams at you, holds up a bag of goodies, and says, "I thought we were having a movie night."

Baffled and with your heart dancing with joy, you ask him, "But you love fireworks so much. Didn't you want to watch them?"

He waves it off like it's nonsense. But you know he's only here to watch you, and your heart literally leaps out at him in gratitude.

"I'd rather look at you," he says perkily, and comes inside.

The evening is much more relaxed than you expected. Even though you get scared and nervous for a moment occasionally, Wrecker is always near you, gently holding you close and talking to you to distract you while you watch some movies.

Of course, he feeds you snacks in between and steals a few gentle kisses.

Tech

He has already calculated statistics and probabilities for you; at the moment, numbers are floating in front of your inner eye. "It's very unlikely that you'll get hurt if you stay in the house," Tech says matter-of-factly, his famous index finger raised. You sigh softly and look at him. He blinks, your sigh not lost on him. "What's the matter?" he says softly, eyeing you carefully. "That may all be true, but fear is rarely rational, nor can it be always controlled by rational thought"

His eyes wander back and forth for a moment, thoughtful, then he says, "I see. So this fear probably stems from some trauma or disorder." You nod and shrug your shoulders at the same time, as if to acknowledge it and yet not admit it. Tech smiles and offers, "Do you want me to stay with you tonight? We could play cards or watch a movie. I can hold your hand, distract you." You smirk at him and say, "It would be great if you could stay over tonight. But I won't play cards with you" Tech beams, "I'd love to stay," but then his expression turns questioning, "Why won't you play cards with me?" "I've seen you play against all your brothers," you note, shaking your head. "So?" You laugh and reply, "No one can win against you. I've seen you play against yourself, and when I asked why you were doing that, you said the only way to make this game a challenge was to play against yourself."

Tech grins and finally nods. "All right, that's true, of course. So it's going to be a movie night." Tech keeps his promise, of course, staying the night and holding your hand. When, at a particularly loud boom, you automatically push yourself closer to him, he puts an arm around you and says softly, "It's okay, you're safe here with me"

Crosshair

He doesn't know anything about it. You haven't had a chance to talk about your fear. He is all the more confused that you don't want to watch the fireworks outside, and it's baffling to see how tense and jumpy you are. You were playing cards, and a particularly loud noise startled you so much that you jumped up and half hopped across the table onto his lap. He sighs softly, puts his arms around you and asks quietly, "Do you want to tell me what's wrong with you? Is it the fireworks? Is that why you didn't want to go out to watch them?" Your fingers are clawed at his clothing as you quietly reply, "Is it that obvious?" He laughs softly, "Just a little." You are about to let go of him again when several firecrackers go off in a row, and you clutch right back at him.

"Hmm," he softly utters, "How about we sit on the sofa, turn on some music or the holoprojector, and you just stay clinging to me, Kitten?" You look at him apologetically and smile lopsidedly. "That would be great," you finally say meekly. Crosshair nods, gets up with you, and heads for the sofa along with you. Even though he can be a grumbler, at heart he's very attentive and has a gentle side as well. He stays all night, of course, to watch over you.

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