#thats not my neighbor x male reader

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Can you do a doppelgänger M!reader? Reader is a doppelgänger who manages to move into the apartment complex and readers original plan was to k!ll everyone the moment he was let in but the moment he’s allowed in he sees Francis just trying to get to his apartment and reader becomes immediately infatuated with him, he then has a change of plans. His new plan is to get Francis’s attention anyway possible.

This can be smut or not doesn’t matter you do whatever you want with this, this just came off the top of my head and I just need more milkman fics 😿😿

I’m inlove with a monster.

;Male reader

Genre: Fluff to smut

Warning: NSFW AT THE END!!! Bottom reader,Handjobs(receiving),creampie,make out session,overstimulation

A/n: Technically this isn’t my first time writing smut..however it has been a while since I wrote one, I’m just hoping it won’t look too cringy; as for the minors..I can’t exactly stop you from reading this, you guys are just growing people who’s going through puberty, I’ve been through that before. Now I will discourage minors who are BELOW 13 years old.

This doorman is taking a bit longer than usual to be honest. They seem to be double checking everything, did they figure it out or something? My heart stopped when I saw them reach for the phone ‘Fuck, I didn’t think of that.’ I didn’t break out of character just yet, there’s a possibility that the real one isn’t home. They waited and waited until they put the phone down. They stared at me for a while, cold sweat started to run down my neck before they smiled and pressed a button

“Alright, looks like you’re good to go!” I sighed from relief and nodded at them before going inside the building, I grinned to how naive the doorman is because of their mistake, they put everyone’s lives at risk, oh I can’t wait-…whoa..

3rd POV

M/n honestly felt like the world stopped moving when he say a guy infront of him struggling to open his door, he didn’t know who that guy or what his name is but all he knows is that he’s pretty charming. Once the man shut his door only then M/n snapped out of his trance, a slight blush covering his face. Trying to figure out what the hell just happened to him, it all felt so new to him and so unfamiliar. But nonetheless he didn’t dislike the feeling, he wanted more in fact..

‘New purpose, I’m gonna try and get as close with that mine and find out what this feeling is.’ M/n thought before going downstairs to ask for a spare key because he doesn’t have a key to his new house

Every single day M/n would try and greet Francis, to try and strike a conversation with him.

“Hey Francis, buddy ol pal, how you doing?” M/n greeted him, trying to act as normal and formal as possible but failing to do so.

“I’m doing fine, how about you mr. Moo juice?” Francis responded smiling a bit at the nickname he gave for M/n.

“It was one time!” M/n’s face burned from embarrassment, as a way to talk to Francis he tried ordering some milk from him when he stumbled on his words, calling milk ‘Moo juice’ by mistake.

“Well I’m sorry but it’s pretty much I possible for me to get that memory out of my head, it’s too funny!” Francis giggled, M/n could listen to him giggle every single day and will not get tired of hearing it

“Well-I still remember the time when you accidentally barged into my apartment thinking it was yours because you were drunk!” Now it was Francis turn to get embarrassed

“Well you can’t exactly blame a drunk man for it, I would barely comprehend what happened then!” Francis laughed before putting on his hat “I’d love to chat with you more but I still have to go to work. I’ll talk to you later, see you!” He greeted him goodbye and went down the hall to the elevator

2nd POV

You sighed, already missing his presence greatly. During the past few months you grew to be comfortable living in the apartments, forming friendship with the other neighbors most especially Francis, obviously. After some time you learned that the original you was actually a writer..a bit boring but you tried writing a few times and slowly you grew to like it.

Sometimes you wondered whether the original you and Francis ever talked to eachother, but from how shy and quiet he was during the first few conversations maybe not as close. Every single conversation,exchange of greetings,waves,or any interaction with him, you cherished every single one of them. With a help of a neighbor whom you call a friend named Mia, told you that it might be a crush or infatuation. And although it’s not really viewed as a good thing to date the same gender in public, you could care less about what other people think. You only cared about Francis view on it, I mean he has an ex wife and literally has a child. It’s impossible for him to like you back..

Atleast that’s what you hoped, you hoped this time you were wrong.

Timeskip

Francis’ POV

I sighed at the tiring day, driving house to house and city to city was really tiring. All I wanted was to go back to my apartment and rest..if not maybe chat with M/n again. He’s a really nice and fun person to be with, his energy was never really overwhelming and he’s the perfect person to talk to whenever I’m tired but also want someone to talk to. His stories are so interesting to listen to, especially the forbidden love ones.

If I had to be honest, I never thought him and I were gonna get close. After the “moo juice” incident, we started talking more. I hope I get to talk to him soon, for now I have to focus on delivering this milk trays. I looked back to see how much I have to deliver and saw that there was still a lot, he sighed “This is gonna take a while..”

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I groaned, finally done delivering the milk and stumbled upon the elevator, pressing the 3rd button and waiting for it to close. I took off my hat and started fanning myself, hoping it will cool me off from the tiring job. I sighed in relief once I heard the elevator ring and walked out of the elevator to M/n’s apartment, knocking a few times before waiting.

M/n’s POV

I yawned tiredly, I just woke up from a nap because someone knocked on the door. Being a different species has it’s perks, one being having heightened hearing. I opened the door not caring if it was a Doppel or not, if it was then I could handle it anyway, I’m one myself..what I didn’t expect was a tired milkman collapsing on me like a drunken man.

“Bloody hell-you scared me!” I wrapped my arm on his torso and carried him to my couch, I tried walking away to get something when he suddenly pulled me into the couch, trapping me below him “Uhm..Francis buddy, let me go. I’m gonna get some pillows for you.”

“No..stay here, I’ll just use you as my pillow..” he mumbled, hugging me tighter. It’s adorable seeing him in such state, it reminded me of the time he got drunk

“You’re Lucky You’re adorable..” i mumbled suddenly, not even thinking of my words, I slapped my hand over my mouth. Francis tensed and looked at me

“You find me adorable?” He asked, he doesn’t sound disgusted nor angry, actually he sounds shock and intrigue

“Uh yeah, I do actually..” What the fuck am I saying, he might think I’m weird now!

“..I’m glad you think of me that way too..” he said before laying his head on my chest..wait what.

“Hold on what-you cant just say that so suddenly!” I said sitting up straight so he won’t fall asleep on me

“Why not? You said it first.” He replied, my face burned from embarrassment

“I mean yeah but I didn’t expect you to think I’m cute..” I said blushing a bit

“Why not? I mean sometimes you act like a dog, obedient and gets excited when it comes to certain things. Especially when you’re talking about your new story. Everything about you is cute.” He said, not minding the effects of what his words did to me, bastard even smirked.

“Stop it, you’re saying things out of the blue!” I yelled, hiding my face from him, but my heart stopped when I heard what he said next

“Not to mention when you’re so tired, you don’t notice the little horns sticking out of your head.” I stopped for a moment and slowly looked at him, does he..I quickly grabbed his wrists and pinned him in the couch

“When did you know about me.” I asked sternly, although I liked him, I didn’t wanna go back to the d.d.d’s. No, i already had a good life and I won’t let it go away.

“The first week after we talked.” How is he so calm about this? I mean a doppelgänger pinning him to the couch, potentially getting eaten? “I already know you won’t hurt nor eat me, you love me too much for you to do that.”

“Well I uh..true..” I replied, loosening my grip on his wrists, in return he slipped his hand out and slowly he sat up

“See, I knew you love me..” he said soothingly while rubbing my head, like a dog..I sighed

“You didn’t even tell me?..” I asked, I’m a bit suprised how he’s handling this situation so calmly

“I always rub your head like this and it just goes away.” He said before pulling his hand back “see? It’s gone.”

“IT WAS THERE AGAIN?!” I yelled, he chuckled

“So uh..what are we now?..” he asked, I tilted my head in confusion

“Are we-I mean can you-do you wanna be together?..” he asked in a low voice, I was silent for a moment before quickly hugging him

“You don’t know how happy I am for you to tell that you actually like me back, even after knowing I’m not even the original M/n..” I hugged him tighter, I felt his arms wrap around my lower back and buried his face on my hair

“If I had to be honest, I prefer you over the original..and don’t think I haven’t noticed you.” He said giggling a bit, I was confused on what he meant by that “I can always see glancing at me from a far,from how your mood drastically changes depending if I’m in the room or not,and don’t get me started with those lovable dork eyes of yours with the mention of my name. And Mia ratted you out.”

“She what?!” I yelled, I groaned loudly and slapped a hand on my face, I means it’s expected..this is Mia we’re talking about, she literally told me all of the gossip when we first talked..

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, I looked at him with wide eyes, is it just me or is he getting bolder? “So is that a no-“

“Yes!” I quickly answered before shutting my mouth, it sounded like I was desperate or something, he seemed to like it by the way he chuckled

Before I knew, our lips smashed with each other, the kiss felt nice..it was comforting and tender, and filled with love. Something I wanted to experience everyday, and I’ll be sure to make that happen. Unfortunately he pulled away, I leaned forward unconsciously and he laughed through his nose.

“It seems you liked it it by how you leaned for more.” He laughed a bit, I could only stare at him with adoration, yeah I could definitely get used to this..

I quickly pulled him into another one to which he reciprocated quickly, the kiss was much more intense than before. I opened my mouth a little to get some air when he suddenly pushed his tongue inside my mouth, to which I choked at the sudden sensation but I welcomed it nonetheless. Looks can be deceiving, he’s the right person to use for it, at first he way seem like a tired and inexperienced person but boy..when I tell you he’s good..

Soon he pulled away so we can catch our breaths, a string of saliva connected our mouths as we planted from the session we had. My face was red considering it was my first time doing that, I was a bit surprised how well and experienced he is actually.

“Do you still wanna go further?” He asked, either way he already knows I’m gonna say yes due to the tent in my pants anyway

“Y-yeah sure.” I stuttered, he seems to be looking at my pants

“Just wanted to ask, since you’re a doppelgänger and you can alternate yourself, I’m just wondering if there’s a possibility you can alternate down there?” He asked, ah so that’s why

“Yeah, why? Do you want me to change it?” I asked but he shook his head as a no

“No, I want something to play with while doing it.” I raised an eyebrow at his statement

“..what?..”

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“O-oh shit-!” I gasped when his pace became faster, currently we were in my bedroom giving me a handjob, he had an iron grip on my leg so I couldn’t crawl away “Hah ah-I shouldn’t..have ah!-asked..” I managed to speak

He just chuckled at my disheveled appearance, my hair was a mess. Sticking to my forehead, some got tangled by how much I turned my head side to side to ignore the feeling. My clothes are long gone, all thrown to the floor thanks to Mr. Milkman. Francis was shirtless and his hat was on my head, saying I looked cuter with it. This guy really likes seeing me like this doesn’t he?

“Please..” I muttered, I’m close and I’m sure he noticed it too by how my dick throb in his hand.

“Please what dearie? I can’t hear you.” He teased, smug bastard.

“Let m-me come mngh..please-I’m clo-HNGK..!” I choked on my spit once he gripped it and speed up the pace much faster than before, I tried to hold it in but the bastard was determined to make me release, and so I did. White streaks shot out from the tip, landing on his chest and to my stomach. I panted like a person who ran a marathon, but it felt great. It was something I’ve never really felt before..

I looked over at him to see him wipe some of the cum of his chest and to his mouth, I blushed at the act and immediately yelled at him

“Spit that out, it’s dirty!” He didn’t listen of course, fucker even snapped his tongue

“It’s sweet and salty..” he seemed a bit surprised, is it because of the salty part or sweet?

“Probably from all the milk you delivered to me..” I finally calmed down from my high but noticed that he was unbuckling his belt.

“H-hold on, you’re not finished I thought-hey!” I was a bit surprised when he listed my other leg and rested it on his shoulder, I grabbed a pillow to hold on to, something tells this one is gonna be different..

“You didn’t think I was finish were you?” His eyes met mine and instantly I felt small “I still haven’t had my problem solved yknow?”

Oh yeah he’s right, it would be a bit unfair to stop this when he hasn’t finished his yet. And so I hug my pillow, preparing for what’s about to happen. I dozed off a bit, obviously this is my first time and I have no experience with this kind of things, I just wondered how it was gonna feel whether it would lean more to pain or-

“Holy sh-mngh..!” I bite into the pillow when I felt my stretched up when he entered, it stinged, not in a way it was painful, it felt good..

He didn’t think so though because he immediately stopped and looked at me with concern “Sh-shit I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you..” he apologized, rubbing circles around my thighs

“It’s fine..it-..it felt good.” I admitted “Keep going..”

He blushed and nodded, slowly he pushed the rest of it in me, I muffled myself using the pillow. Holy shit did that feel nice, never really thought it would feel this good honestly.

“Can I move?” He asked softly, it’s cute how he still needs to ask

“Yes..” I replied

He indeed took that opportunity and pulled away, leaving the tip inside me before thrusting back. I choked out a moan, not expecting the sudden rough movement, not that I was complaining though it was kind of attractive.

The pace was fast and hard, the way he feels inside of me was something I could never explain in words. He was quite literally hitting all of the right place, like he studied my body and memorized all of the sensitive parts. The bed started creaking from how fast he was going but I could careless, all I could think about was him and him only. I was close again, the knot in my stomach was back. And as if he’s reading my thoughts his hand gripped my dick once more and started pumping it. His hand felt so nice against my dick, I could get used to this all day.

“F-fuck!..too ah-!m..much..” I moaned out, I didn’t even notice the tears that were rolling down my face atop the pillows. I could feel his thrust getting uneven “Please..!”

“You can k-keep it in, just a few more..” he panted, chasing his release, he slowed down his hand so I wouldn’t release so soon.

A few thrusts and soon he came inside of me, the feeling of being filled up plus his hand pumping my dick immediately put me to my climax. We both panted, riding out our high from the activity. He exhaled and collapsed his body on mine due to exhaustion.

“Oof bloody hell are you heavy.” I stated, he chuckled tickling my neck

“How was it?..” he asked after moving a little so I can breath, his arms were wrapped around my waist

“It’s scary how you know my body so well despite this being the first time you’re exploring it..” I admitted “You were great.”

“Glad to know..” he muttered, burrying his face onto my neck even more

Silence engulfed the room..

“How am I supposed to explain my neighbors about these bite marks and hickeys littered all around my neck. I swear you did this on purpose didn’t you.” I slapped his head weakly to which he laughed and hugged me tighter

“Yeah yeah, I’m sorry. But it’s not my fault you had a pretty neck, I couldn’t help it!” He stated

“Oh so that’s my fault?!” I laughed

Yeah I’m definitely gonna get used to this now..

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▪︎■☆ молоко 🥛 ☆■▪︎

(Translation: Milk)

Part 1, Part 2

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ amab! Switch! Francis Mosses / gn! Switch! Reader

☆ Reader can have either amab genitalia or a strap

☆ soft sex

☆ implied Russian speaking Francis

☆ short

☆ a little bit of a twist in the end

☆ author has played Not My Neighbor

°○☆nsfw under the cut☆○°

Francis was usually a laid back person who had a hard time showing any physical reactions to his feelings (not out of being stoic, usually he's just a little too tired to smile when he's happy or scream when he's scared). He wasn't one to smile all the time, but he showed his affection through other means. Like walking behind your back and kissing the nape of your neck and whispering "Золотце" (darling) behind your ear.

Or offering you some of his milk from work that his job wasn't able to sell so that you both could make something together or eat cereal together. There are a lot of doppelgangers everyday, everywhere, so he really cares about you. Even when he's usually too tired to express it with his face, he'll do so with his actions.

D.D.D. Is a pretty strict, so you and him made it an effort to always do everything required. If he forgot his hat at home he'd have a spare at work. You'd both work on your entry requests and always keep your ID's with you and to try to make an effort to always add your names on the list. Even if there would be an emergency at work. Just some extra measures to ease his anxiousness. And yours.

Other than that, being with him is always sweet. Like a warm mug of milk on a cold day. Steaming and keeping you warm.

Not to mentioned the sex with him. God. There's something about him and sex that makes you glad he's yours and yours alone.

His fingers are long. Not that thick, but he knew how to use them. Keenly observing your reactions within each prod as his digits brushed against a bundle of nerves that has you clutching his neck tight and holding him closer to you as he whispers "Куколка (dolly)... mmm... look at you"

He's not as verbal but he certainly has a smile on his face when he pleasures you and gives you what you want. Stroking and rubbing st your junk, it's wet. Thanks to him latching his mouth on the organ so that you could cum a couple times beforehand. He just wants to make you happy not gonna lie.

Oh, but sometimes he'll end up being a little too tired from work and not have the stamina to move at all. Not to worry! He'll be your pillow princess for the night. He loves those nights. You'll kiss his forehead softly whilst you thrust inside of him. A slow, passionate pace. You're slowly rearranging his guts while he holds the sheets so tight you'll fear they might rip in the morning.

He's a hummer. He'll hum and murmur stupid when he's fucking you. Or when you're fucking him. Phrases like "mmm... oh... З-Золотце... mmmmnnn..."

He can't help it! Even if he tried. He got shy about it actually but when you do engaged in sex more he felt like comfortable doing it. Honestly it's adorable.

Especially when he's giving oral. He's humming and drunk on the taste of you and he's always humming and moaning softly as you use him, and it feels so good. The added stimulation is so goddamn heavenly. And he's always good. He'd never tease and he never uses his teeth. He doesn't mind though if you do it. He's flexible with your desires. As long as if it isn't extreme or legitimately disgusting.

You love him so much and he loves you too and the entire building definitely knows.

...

So when he comes home with an odd demeanor. As if he's forgotten everything you two shared previously, as if hes a totally different person, you'll only have yourself to save before it's too late.

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Milked for Every Last Drop ~ // 🥛🐄

Francis Mosses x M!Reader // 😋🙏

HC's [NSFW]

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Holy smokes the THINGS I WANNA DO to THIS MAN--

(That glass is NOT stopping me 😂🙏🥛🤤) 

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  ‘Thinkin’ about how this man’s the biggest fucking cum slut in the whole mf complex. He’s the milkman, but most people don’t know Francis doesn’t mind being milked himself. 

After a long day of dropping off cartons of milk he’ll drag himself to your office at the lobby. As a doorman, you often don’t get home until very late at night— if you ever even make it home. Resigned, Francis has to come to you if he wants his thirst satiated. 

      He’s such a goddamn slut, whoring himself out, whimpering and fucking SQUELING as you pump his swole cock for every last drop. He whines an ungodly amount. All it takes is your strong hand wrapped around his pretty dick for Francis to be reduced to a simpering, sobbing mess. A huge crybaby too. 

Like puddy in your hands, he’d make such a mess,— you’d need to lay towels down everywhere. 

In your office, shutters down after a long winded day at work,— fingers expertly rubbing up and down your husband’s twitching cock, cum flowing as you physically have to hold him up lest he fall off the couch,— which has happened in the past,— the pathetic mutt shaking so much has done the small, old couch in your office in. 

One time you were going down, sucking sloppily at his hard-on on the office couch when all of a sudden it broke— fucking gave out like Francis’ weak legs. While you were rather amused your husband was quite mortified, intent on controlling his spasming body. 

You disliked how tense his body became during intimacy,- so much so you made sure the next time you fucked his brains out and pounded his pretty ass into the bed you made him come so hard he tore his vocal cords and felt tremors ripple throughout his entire body for the rest of the week. He never tried to deny you of his pleasurable reactions again. 

[Additional HC’s <3] 

He’d give you sloppy toppy under your desk while you work (just pray you can focus enough to not terminate the wrong person 😞) 

Loves it when you swallow his cum and kiss him immediately afterwards; like pouncing and sloppily slamming your lips to his, swirling your tongue all around, watching him come undone at the taste of himself on his tongue🙏😋

He’s lactose intolerant 

Certain men can struggle getting aroused, especially if they have a medical condition, are on certain meds, or have depression / anxiety. 1950’s and mental health being nonexistent poor darling can’t properly talk to a professional about his inner turmoils, and sometimes he struggles getting erect. No matter how much you both try, he just physically can’t. Really self conscious of it too, he feels utterly pathetic (and not in that good way). You reassure him you don’t mind, and you love him for him, as your charmingly sleep deprived milkman <3 

           *A/N: Dunno what it is but there’s something so attractive in pleasuring a man who can’t get erect— I read a Geto fanfiction on here about it and it awoke something deep within me. Really need to find that one again, it’s a gorgeous piece. 

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﹑%# ☆﹒MILK THE MILK MAN﹗💭 ⠀ ꒰ francis. m x masc! reader ꒱

TW nsfw, cockwarming, doppelganger francis, sub! milkman x top! masc reader

YOUR EYES STARED at the figure before you, his eyes tired with eye bags surrounding them, shaky breaths leaving from his humpy nose. he dusted his uniform, as he apologised for not giving you his ID card.

he placed it in front of you, the only thing stoping his hand from touching yours being the glass. you took the card almost immediately— checking the info. how foolish, his name was spelled wrong! instead of francis, he wrote francies.

you bit your lips, a small smile dancing across your face. “you’ve gotta do better than this to trick me,” you smiled at his face, keeping the ID down. he was probably the last person you were gonna have to deal with— and then your shift ends, so why not at least have a little fun?

his face changes. eyes turn purple as he grunts with his sharp canines, “you think you’re funny?” he asks aggressively, “i’ve always been funny,” a chuckle leaves your lips. what could possibly happen from you teasing a doppelganger?

well, it turns out a lot can happen..

things somehow ended up with his legs wrapped around your seated figure, his face buried in your neck with your cock deep warming his walls, you plant kisses on his bare shoulder, whimpers leaving his mouth every time you slightly moved around. this probably isn’t the best idea— but this was the only thing you could do to not get killed by him.

his hands gripped your hair, pulling it in pain and pleasure. “quit movin’!” he growls, clawing his fingers in, earning a low hiss from you. yet you didn’t stop. you continued to move around the chair, your cock going deeper as his moans got louder.

“i’ll..” he starts, holding back a lewd groan, “i’ll kill you.” he huffs, voice dripping with desperation, “you’re threats aren’t gonna work on me,” your eyes scan his body that clung onto you, your fingers slowly making its way down his spine, sending shivers down them.

the doppelganger felt humiliated, but for some reason, he felt a surge of pleasure run through his veins. he had always been so high and almighty yet hearing these words, he felt blush creeping up his tanned cheeks.

he felt your cold hands snake around his waist, holding its sides as you slowly lifted his body up, “w-what are you doin’, fool?” he grunts, hands still clutched around your neck, his eyes shot open, rolling back after some time as you quickly placed him back on your cock, he lets out a groan, tightening his grip around you.

“u..you— gah!” he moans, head falling back, “its hurts!” he sniffles, tears bubbling around his eyes as his legs trembled in pain and pleasure. he broke so early, you definitely wasn’t expecting this today.

that thick ahh glass ain’t stoppin me from this hunk of a man‼️‼️💯💯🗣️🗣️🤣🤣🙏

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Morning

[A/n: I do not care it is 2am. I need to write this before I sleep]

Summary: You refuse to let go in the morning

Type:Short Scenario: Izaack Gauss X M!Reader: Francis Mosses X M!Reader: Selenne Sverchzt X M!Readee

Version:Tnmn

Izaack

The obnoxious blaring of the alarm made Izaack jolt, a quiet curse coming from him as he hit the snooze button. Izaak yawned, shifting on the bed and closing his eyes again, before realizing he had to work. With a sigh he went to get up, stopping when he heard you whine and pull him back.

"You know I have to go to work..."

Izaack stared down at the sleeping man on his chest, the soft and squished face on his chest made him chuckle and hug them closer.

"Alright...five more minutes."

Francis

He didn't even wake up to the alarm at first, so deep in sleep that he didn't hear it go off until it fell off his end table. Francis suddenly jolted, almost shooting out of bed if it weren't for you laying on his chest- Literally, flow blow laying on top of him as if you were the blanket. Francis stared at you confused, but didn't question it.

"Hey...I gotta get to work,"

You didn't answer or move, which could mean things. You were either still asleep or didn't want to move. And Francis was fine with that. The moment he got no response, he sighed and went right back to bed.

Selenne

She woke up to the first ring of her alarm. Stretching out and smiling as she saw you nestled against her side, almost like a child, yet, you had an iron grip on her waist that kept her there. After a few failed attempts of wiggling away she gently shook you.

"Hello? Wakey wakey, I gotta get ready for work"

Selenne chuckled at your grumbles watching as you moved to stuff your face under his chin and hug her tighter so she'd stay. She sighed, wrapping her arms around you and deciding to just stay.

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[A/n: I need Izaack. And it's disappointing how little stuff there is for him 😭. I hope you enjoy]

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Y’ALL HAVE ME ACTING LIKE A DAMN HOUND THE WAY I AM BARKING AND SALIVATING OVER THE FRANCIS MOSSES FANART OOOO!

MY DMS ARE OPEN IF ANYONE WANTS TO SEND ME THEIR FAVORITES!

i swear if i could drawwwww 😭😭😭 the things i would dooo, the things i would makkkeee. damnit, i’d even take requests of drawing him pregnant or whatever weird shit you want him in (bc honestly me too, i’m seriously fanning myself and acting like an older attractive man walked in to cure my daddy issues)

bc what’s that saying? uhhh… save a cow, milk the milkman??? yeah… i’m gonna do more than milk him, loves.

anywhooo, thoughts? (and prayers, too, lmfao, my friend told me i need to be institutionalized the way i talk about fictional characters 😭😭😭)

should i make a fic of him???

ALSO HE HAS A DAUGHTER CONFIRMED?!?!?!? (trust i’ll give him more 😩😩😩)

#thats not my neighbour milkman #thats not my neighbor #milkman #the milkman #francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x male reader #that’s not my neighbor x reader #that’s not my neighbor x male reader

[bitchlessdino]

nobody's home (m)

Pairing: neighbor male nanny!seungcheol x afab maid!reader Genre:  smut, fluff towards the end Word count: 3.8k tags: working class au, mentions kids, big dick!Seungcheol, reader wears skirt and thong and panty hose, dom!seungcheol, brat!reader, rough sex, rough hair pulling and head movement, spitting and swallowing, heavy degradation kink, window sex, overstimulation, name calling (brat, slut, mr. choi), choking unprotected sex, breeding kink, cream pies Summary: Seungcheol and you have never crossed paths for long, but boy have you imagined it. Too preoccupied with your jobs working for some of the richest families in the city, you've sacrificed your grueling hours when you could've been fucked your brains out all this time. However, big risks come with big rewards when the holidays arrive. Then there's nobody home to stop you. author note: horny, horny, horny, that was the entire process writing all of this. i feel like i pulled this out one of my deepest most darkest horny moments bc why am i so into writing every part of this and thats so rare?? i enjoyed this alot, please enjoy guys and happy new year! its almost 2024 thats insane!!!!

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You haven’t worked for this family all that long. Only long enough to realize the cute male nanny living in the house next door.

You've caught glimpses of him a handful of times on the lawn, overseeing the kids as they bask in the fresh air. His eyes sparkle like stars that lit the night sky and his smile outshines the opulence of this entire block of one-percenters. Witnessing that radiant smile aimed in your direction brightens your day each time. Without fail, you exchange polite greetings, accompanied by smiles and pleasant small talk, forming a delightful routine in your interactions.

As the housekeeper, you’ve had plenty of encounters while getting groceries, lawn or backyard parties, and windows. Lots of windows. You’d peer through when you’re cleaning, see him glance back at you, maybe sending you a wave as he’s mid-feeding the kid veggie tots. Your interactions with him were typically very brief and fleeting.

Now, there were no excuses. The holiday season is around the corner, and families in the neighborhood will soon be heading to the Alps, tropical destinations, or somewhere along those lines. That meant you’d be all alone in their mansion, much like someone else in the neighborhood.

You learn about it by seeing him at the grocery store. Trying not to get distracted by the loose-fitting dress shirt tucked in the waist of his trousers, you notice the little one he cares for rolls through the aisles full of toddler swagger in the shopping cart. You would gush at their delightful giggles if you didn’t find their caretaker so mind-numbingly distracting. 

With his broad shoulders, sturdy arms, and consistently solid build, you too would trust him with something so delicate and needy of attention. It was such a natural choice. However, the nearest option you had was, well, yourself.

He mentions that his employers preferred to keep their vacation exclusive to family, providing him with paid time off to use as he pleased. In turn, you mention being offered the same form of compensation, and am eternally grateful for such leniency. His expression sparks in piqued interest, briefly glancing at you before storing the hot chocolate package away in the cart. 

“Does that mean you’ll be away for the holidays?”

You muse at his question, fingers taking over your basket handle as he ponders on your response. A glimmer of optimism in his eyes beams in your direction, with a dimple etched deep in his cheek as he splays a hopeful smile. To which you answer jesterly, "Well, I hadn't implied that."

He softly chuckles, nudging you at the elbow, obviously trying to banger a proper answer. “Then tell me, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a big house all alone during the holidays?”

His compliments delight you and warmth festers in your chest, greedy for more. "I suppose we'll find out, won't we?"

Seungcheol doesn’t have a moment to react as the child in the cart regains their energy. He shifts his gaze away momentarily and soon you escape his line of vision, seamlessly blending in amidst the bustling crowd of grocers. 

Returning to the residence, you linger by the largest window, offering a perfect view of Seungcheol dining during supper. It's a familiar scene, replaying like clockwork at the same hours each time. His silhouette in the warm glow of the neighbor's dining room becomes a sight with more to be desired, and you imagine a world where the divide doesn't exist. Staring in his eyes, you picture your entanglement. The heat of your bodies weaving together like threads in a tapestry, each bonded tightly, with only the power of shears to tear you apart.

His eyes reflect the same intensity, mentally undressing you down to the skin, making you his perfect canvas. He ponders the texture of your skin, your hair, and the sound you make when he tenderizes your flesh with his teeth. He wonders how full you feel between his fingers, or how sweet your nectar tastes. He can only envision the favor, the sensation, the warmth; holding the fantasy close to him like a secret taken to the grave.

That day would come soon enough.

Anticipating each passing hour of every day, you are elated by the promise of bidding farewell to your employers at the airport. You assure them of returning to a pristine home, meticulously cleaned from every nook and cranny. A grin, so expansive it borders on pain, graces your face, and there's a noticeable spring in your step as they fade into the depths behind the security checkpoints.

Without a moment's hesitation, you rush home, eager to connect with a kindred spirit just a few cobblestones away from your work residence. Judging by the expression in his eyes, it's clear he has fulfilled his responsibilities and bid farewell to his employers as well, eagerly awaiting your arrival. He grins at you, pleased to see you approach him.

“I see it that they made it to their flight safe?”

You hum in confirmation. “You would be seeing correctly. How did your family make it?”

"Quite smoothly," he answers nonchalantly, the dimple on his cheek sinking into a subtle but contented expression.

A palpable wave of relief releases from the depths of your lungs, and a chuckle escapes as you observe Seungcheol displaying a similar reaction. Even in the subzero temperatures, you sensed the fire of his gaze, unraveling your logical resolve and liquefying you into a puddle of your own arousal. In the depth of your gaze, he discerns your hopeful anticipation, one that matches his. “So, what are the plans for the rest of their absence?”

The corner of your lips can’t help the way lifts, smiling slyly back at him. “I’m sure you have some ideas.”

You thank the heavens every day they never reinstalled those security cameras. Utilize their vulnerability, you invite the neighbor’s nanny into their home, and the automatic door locks behind him. No use in holding back, he claims the lips swiftly, tasting need and rebellion on your tongue in a rough liplock.

His lips full and plush, they part to speak, but not with words. His tongue aligns with yours, only to tangle in incoherent mumbles that escape in between, yet communicate with you in perfect fluency. Much like the intimate gazes you share from the windows multiple times a day, the fervent kiss unfolding spoke more than the audible language ever could.

His hands work around your body, shoving off your coat and cardigan, abandoning them on the hardwood to slip his fingers beneath your shirt. A shallow breath leaves your lips and you rush him against you, planting yourselves against their pristinely white wall. The texture of the plaster digs into your backside, abrasive against your flesh and Seungcheol locks you in place by holding your thigh against his side.

“You don’t know how fucking bad I wanted to do this to you,” he growls into your kiss.

You let out a sultry chuckle, fiddling with his earlobe between the pads of your fingers. “You can say it out loud. Nobody’s home.”

He scoffs. “I said, I wanted to—“ he slams his hips against you, his cock bursting at the seams against your torso, “—fuck the living shit—“ he does so again, digging your sobbing clothed cunt with his solid thigh, “—out of this stupid, pretty cunt. That loud enough for you?”

You moan through your firm pressed lips, grinding against his steel hard thighs. “Just the perfect amount.”

In admiration, your hands roam over his body, and shamelessly rips off his dress shirt, hearing the buttons skip against the cool tile. He grunts at the sensation of the frigid air enveloping his broad stature as it pebbles goosebumps on his upper arms. Returning your savage gesture, his hand fingers through your hair and dragging it back to pin your head on the wall behind you, fisting handfuls of your locks. “That wasn’t very nice of you. Could’ve asked for permission at least first,” he snarls, baring his front teeth.

“Can’t help it,” you grin, “you just look so good without it on. I bet you look without anything on.”

His chest presses flat against your body without even space to breathe and his unyielding gaze bore into you. He aligns his conceited grin against your lips to smash it brusquely—as if thanking you—pulling at your bottom lip between his perfect teeth. “I’m sure it’s all you think about when you see me.”

Quickly, he maneuvers you; twisting your heel and guiding with a hand on your waist, he forces you against the unyielding surface of the wall and trails that same hand over your chilled spine. 

You softly gasp at his touch, feeling the flood of your clenched walls seep through your underwear and layering your inner thighs. His chilling, velvet voice beckons, coating the inside of your ears. “But I’ve dealt with brats, you know that. Let me show exactly what happens when you test the limits of my discipline.”

Seungcheol lifts the flap of your skirt, barring the shape of your cheeks protected under a layer of pantyhose and caressing its plush cushion. Then came the flat palm of his hand coming against you at full force. You jolt upon contact, clinging to the foundation of this house to recover, yet mewl at the arousal erupting inside you. A sound emerges from the depths of your throat, vaguely sounding of his name as well as plead.

“You like that, don’t you? A naughty little brat you are,” he chuckles sinisterly.

You push your back against his hips, finding the mold of his cock readily and fitting between the rounds of your ass. His soft groan follows, his erection rubbing against the pantyhose. “God, you really like that.”

“I want it,” you whine impatiently, backing your hips on him, and crushing his length, “give it to me.”

“What kind of authority figure would I be if I gave into one of my brat’s demands?” He strikes your cheek again, stinging lingering dully as your flesh had barely recovered from the last hit, and drool leaking out of the corner of your lips. “Not a very good one,” he answers.

“Please, Seungcheol...”

He does do again, if not harder, and each strike collides with both cheeks. “You’ll be referring to me as Mr. Choi now, brat.”

You never knew his surname, but upon discovery, you notice how smooth it rolls off the tongue. How delicious it sounds out of your swollen lips.

“Mr. Choi…” You breathe out, your cunt vibrating at the notion of his power.

He hums pleased, rewarding the back of your neck with a gentle peck. “Good job. What is it you want?”

“Please, Me Choi, I want your cock inside me…”

He clicks his tongue. “Do you, now?” He chides, “Are you going to behave from now on?” 

You nod gingerly. “Yes, just give it to me, please…all of it…”

“Mmh, since you’re being so polite. I guess positive reinforcement is in order.” Seungcheol’s hand caresses your hips, reaching for the curves of your ass in confident determination. The soft caress of his rich voice proceeds, “Let’s just get these out of the way.” 

He ruthlessly tears the sheer material of your pantyhose, exposing your skin and the red lacy thong that hardly holds you up. You erupt in a startled gasp, welcoming the cool embrace of the air ventilation on your blistered skin. His voice drops to a lower octave and his groaning dissolves, melding into a soft sigh. “What a pretty little holiday gift for me. Only took me a moment to realize I have to unwrap it.”

“I thought of you when I decided the color,” you admit in feigned innocence, “you seem to like the holiday colors.”

“I do. Darling of you for noticing,” he praises with a hint of tease, “and my, does it suit you. Maybe there is hope for a brat like you.”

You hear the draw of his zipper, following the heavy drop of fabric to the ground. Slightly turning your head, you see he kicks the clothes aside and grins upon inspection of his full-length lining up between your legs. Your knees began to wobble, parting your feet for a more stable stance, and you swoon with your head against the wall. “You look so big…”

The head of his cock rubs against the lace, precum leaking from the tip and creating a small mess on your already ruined panties. You hear a smile in his scoff and feel the snap of your underwear before his tip breaches your molten warmth. He whispers, “Wait until you feel how big it is pushing in and out of that pretty wet cunt of yours…”

“Mmh, Mr. Choi…” Your breath halts as his girth parts your entrance, stretching your walls until it is Seungcheol and your lubricating arousal. He seethes in relief, letting your welcoming embrace around him soothe his intensifying erection and he bucks his hips, having you adjust to his size.

You rest your forehead on the wall, feeling him bury himself inside you. “Shit…yes, Mr Choi…”

“Such bratty pussy.” He spanks both cheeks once more, watching the recoil of your flesh. “My perfect bratty little pussy…bet you’re so used to misbehaving. It won’t be like that around me.”

He took one deep, languid thrust, automatically groaning, “Fuck,” then released his hips.

You immerse in his plunder of your voice, letting it ache in need as you repeat his name. Meanwhile, your internal temperature rises with the collision of his lap and your ass growing harsh and unforgiving. Pinning your wrist together single-handedly, he lets his other grip reclaim your hair, dragging your body to him for his own use. “You feel so fucking good around me.”

He tenses his torso to take sharper strikes, pulsing deeper and quicker. Your hand slides on the solid surface in front of you, pushing yourself against him as you take every inch. Your jaw drops low, echoing a hollow whine, devoid of incoherent thoughts and instinctive response.

Seungcheol lets go of your wrists and instead sandwiches them between your back and his chest. He finds the front panels of your shirt and tears it apart similarly you did with his, echoing that familiar sound of buttons being abandoned on the ground. 

“Because you deserve the same thing to happen to you,” he softly mutters, only to cup your cladded breast hungrily, squeezing your flesh to the point it spills out of the material as his teeth kiss your neck, “and because I couldn’t stop looking at these when you’re walking around that see-through blouse by that window we share.”

Thinking about the fact that you share something made his intention all the more intimate, and you cling to his body like saran wrap due to the simple fact. You melt as he marks your body with bites, the stinging resonating on your goosebumped skin. “I wear that because of you,” you manage to squeak, “only because you wear that t-shirt that clings to your body during the summer. How it got damp from sweat fixing that broken bookcase. God, is it satisfying to rip your shirt off.”

“That window was always the culprit, hmm?”

He pries you from where you stand and drags you to the referred structure with you giggling after him. There he bends you over the dining table placed strategically in front of it, while your ass points towards the glass screen. His spanks come flying, tenderizing the already raw and blistered skin, “This damn window you always linger by.” 

His nails dig into your kneaded flesh and he fits his cock right where it belongs, plunging back inside you as he secures your head against the table. “The way I wanted to fuck you on this exact table, spank this cute fucking ass,” he roughly tugs your head up, watching your tits bounce as he ruts in you like a damn dog, and meets your warm wide-eyed gaze, “Spit in that slutty, brat mouth.”

Your lips part without delay, death gripping the edge of the mahogany, and your tongue slings out enthusiastically. He breaks out in an amused grin before it melts back into a smolder, gripping you closer until he hocks a hot load of salvia in your mouth, forcibly closing your jaw with his hands.

“Hold it,” he commands, seeing the subtle frown on your face as you obey. He smiles sinisterly, hands on your hips as he slams you towards him, watching your head bob at the harsh rhythm. He places his palm over the column of your throat, teeth clawing your cheek. “Now swallow, you slut.”

He feels the shift in your throat as it goes down, relishing that light gasp of breath leaving your lips, “Good slut. You’re finally learning.”

His power, his strength, his cadence were inexplicably captivating and you succumb to his every whim. It only intensifies as you drink in his delectable lips, so soft in contrast to the abrasive snap of his hips, hitting in a spot so sensitive you don’t even predict it coming.

Your moan resonates through the entire first floor, palming the dinner table as you ride out your high in teary anguish as Seungcheol’s pace doesn’t seem to falter, in fact, it seems to have grown angrier. Furious. 

“You fucking slut,” he spits, rubbing your overstimulated clit in the thick of your climax, squeezing the tears out of your eyes. You clutch his forearm in desperation, writhing uncontrollably. “S-Seungcheol—“

“Misbehaving again, I see.” He pulls out of you to flip you on your back. He watches at your hot cheeks expel heavy pants, sweat filming your entire torso, and eyes rolling to the back of your head. “You’re still conscious; you haven’t had enough just yet.”

Dragging by the arm, he takes you against the tempered glass, chilling your bare spine. He lifts your legs off the ground and holds them on either his side, stuffing himself back into you. Your heat drips around his cock, and he catches it in his thrusts, pressuring you to feel every inch of his cock rammed inside. 

Your ass and the pads of your fingers press against the glass, smudging its once-pristine sheen. “Mr.Choi…”

He strokes your cheek, fondness in his eyes before it lowers to your throat and closes around it. Then his eyes penetrate through you, eying you in a dark allure as he robs you of breath, and catching the daze in your eyes as he ponders in thought. 

“What are you thinking dirtying up the thing you took so long cleaning with your fingerprints and cum, hmm? Marking your claim on the house you've spent all day and night on looking perfect? A house far from being yours? How does it make you feel?”

“…Exhilarating,” you sigh shallowly, staring back at him with a smile. Your arms loop around his neck, finding security and embracing his vigorous nature. “Like it’s all worth the painstaking labor to make a complete mess of it.”

He groans at your answer, reconnecting your lips in what feels like an eternity, and cradles the side of your face endearingly with one hand still around your neck. His lips devour yours, swallowing your moans, jerking his hips, and savoring the velvet of your walls clench around him so deliciously. 

“You were just as worth the wait. Made my job so damn hard thinking your pussy wrapped around my cock, made me fucking blank out most of my day. Not a good move for me, but–really–I blame you,” he slams you against the window before quickly returning to his rhythm pace. 

“You and your perfect body—” He grinds up into you, relocating your sensitivity and you whimper, “—Your sexy fucking voice when you greet me,” and he finally, makes notice of your face, using that hand that crushed around throat now gripping your chin, “—or this beautiful face that I couldn’t wait to see contort when I push my fucking cum inside.”

Usually, you know better than to let that kind of thing happen, but after the long duration of having only distant contact, his offer becomes tempting—alluring even—that you knew someone had to physically pry you off of him until you were filled with his seed. “Well, you’re so good with kids, wanna make some of your own?”

Seungcheol beckons closer, grinning mischievously, “Should I? You want me to put my babies in you? Fill you up with cum?”

You mewl at the thought, bringing his warmth closer, “I’d be so full…taking your fat cock and all your hot cum inside me…it’d be a dream, especially knowing how good you’re taking care of us, especially me.”

“You’d want that, hmm,” driving himself into you until you're lost in your own world again—losing the grasp on reality—and he persists. “You want my cum making a mess of you and this house just so I could put some babies in this pretty cunt? Hmm? That what you want?”

You nod mindlessly, anchoring yourself to him until he finally lets up. When he does, you feel the power surges through you as if you’re fresh new battery, the electrical current being the cum he shoots up into you. You let yourself ride this high, rocking into his hips, and soon your weight takes over, deducing you to a puddle. He takes his final pumps, cooing softly at your lips as you share a kiss, then drops you back on the dining table, letting you catch your breath as the cum spills slowly out of you and stains the floor under your feet.

He stands between your legs, tracing over the texture of your thighs, and his other hand claims your waist, meeting your face with a tired but tender smile. “Hi.”

You softly chuckle, resting a palm on the back of his neck. “Hi,” you repeat back.

“So dinner?” 

You playfully roll your eyes, bordering his hips with your legs. “Are you offering to cook?”

“My job requires me to, so yes,” he traces over your jaw, drawing in closer, “Wouldn’t want to feed my clients burnt Mac and cheese with their frozen Dino nuggies.”

“True,” your arms lock at the elbows around his neck, “But what else can you make besides Mac and cheese with Dino nuggies?”

“That is the question, isn’t it?” He answers vaguely.

You finger through his hair and notice how his perspiration has left him mouthwateringly disheveled, quietly contemplating how to stretch out this vacation time. Your solution: never leave each other’s side. 

“I’ll tell you what. We can think about what to eat…after a shower. “

You retrieve his hand, tugging him in your desired direction and he follows graciously with a knowing grin. “We can do that, but we both know that shower will end up more dirty than clean.”

“Good thing I’m an expert in keeping a clean home, now it’s your turn to clean my home.”

His dimple graced his cheek, visibly interested. “My pleasure.”

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[bump1nthen1ght]

Playing His Game (M!Orc x F!Reader) Part 2

Pairing: Male!Orc x Female! Reader

Warnings: Explicit content under the cut (18+ ONLY), degradation

Request: Would you do a part two for Gramus the orc and the female reader? Like an established relationship but still the same kind of nsfw?

Six months in, you think you and Gramus are officially out of the honeymoon phase.

Don’t misunderstand, the relationship is still amazing, the two of you are still very much obsessed with each other. Conversations aren’t dull, the dates haven’t stopped, and you even discovered you have similar habits of living! This isn’t that slump where he finds out your breath smells rank in the morning or you find out he doesn’t know how to wash whisks and genuinely some magic is lost. No, things are just a little different now.

7 months ago, you’d be opening your door in a sexy outfit, hair done and makeup freshly immaculate, trying to bend the sexiest way possible to get your hot neighbors attention. Now, you’re in one of his big shirts and your comfiest Monday™️ underwear, watching him do the dishes as you sip on a rootbeer float.(He once said he hadn’t drank one since he was 7. You try to make them every date night) Your hair is half-messy, your face is nowhere near camera ready, but damn do you feel hot. And maybe its because you just ate a delicious dinner and don’t have to clean, or because your fine-ass boyfriend is wearing those work pants that fit him just right, but you are unabashadly horny in this moment.

Its why you tip-tap your fingers around his back and onto his stomach, pressing your braless chest against him and taking a deep sniff of his shirt. Gramus chuckles, one hand leaving the dishes to pat your arm.

“What are you doing, love?”

His voice is so deep, always so soft. You love it, but you love it even more when it gets rough.

“Nothing.” You mumble into his tshirt, still rubbing circles into his toned stomach. The mischievous smile on your face says otherwise. “Is it illegal for me to hug my boyfriend?”

“No.” He laughs again, rubbing the back of your palm as he runs a mixing spoon under water. “But you’re a naughty girl, so you always have something up your sleeve.”

“Thats a bold accusation, sir.” You say, giggling into his back. “What proof could you possible have?”

“Well, one of your hands is playing with my waistband, for one.” You laugh again, snapping the fabric of his shorts against him. “And the fact that we had sex 3 times last night, yet you’re still hungry for more.”

“What can I say,” You press a kiss into his back muscles, “I find it hard to control myself around my sexy ass boyfriend. Is that a crime…” You intentionally slow your voice, trying to sound as sultry as possible, “Officer?”

“No,” Gramus wraps a hand around your wrist and, in one quick moment, has flipped you both around, your back now pressed against the counter as he smirks over you, “But I don’t like your attitude, slut.” Gramus other hand comes up and grabs yoru jaw, forcing you to look him right in the eye. The dishes lay forgotten behind you, Gramus mouthing the question “Green?” as his thumb rubs across your cheek.

You nod, licking your lips before pretending to struggle in his grip. “I guess you’ll have to correct my behavior, sir. If you can handle me.” You quickly yank your wrist out of his hand, trying to use his gentleness against him and take off toward your bedroom. But Gramus is used to your naughty tricks by now, pivoting your inertia to a nearby cabinet and slamming you (as sweetly as possible) up against it. He uses his body weight to press down and keep you still, though you fretfully play-struggle some more. He kisses his teeth, chiding your failed attempt.

“Nice try, but you’re gonna have to use more of those whore brain cells of yours to get passed me.” Using his forearm, Gramus keeps you pressed against the cabinet while he reaches down and undoes his belt. The clink of it falling to the ground sends goosebumps down your arms, a familiar slickness pooling in your sweatpants. “Now, I expect you to make up for your insurbordination. Maybe I’ll be genereous and even fuck you after.” Gramus doesn’t need any force to push you down on your knees, your mouth already salivating at the prominent bulge in his pants. Those blue boxer briefs you got him the other day strain in between his open fly, making you wet your lips.

“I guess I have to work extra hard.” You pout, looking up at him with all the sluttiness in your arsenal. “After all, that cock looks really big.”

“Damn right, bitch.” Gramus digs his hand into your hair and yanks you forward, shuffling down his underwear and stroking his cock twice. The tip of it taps your lips and you can’t fight the urge to lap at the leaking slit. Gramus’ thumb yanks open your bottom lip, slapping his head against your eager tongue. “That’s right, down on your knees. Where you belong.”

Despite his brutal words, Gramus gently slides his cock down your throat. He waits for your eyes to widen and your head to nod before he slides deeper and deeper, trying not to trigger your gag reflex.

Such a softie. You think, wondering how you became so lucky to have him.

Gramus always makes the cutest faces during blowjobs. His closes his eyes and scrunches up his nose. Even when his big hands yank on your hair or his hips fuck into your face, you can’t help but think he looks so damn adorable.

Drool slips down your jaw as Gramus slots himself into your mouth all the way to the base. You give yourself an imaginary pat on the back as Gramus begins gently thrusting. He curses under his breath.

“Fuck, I love this mouth.” Gramus pants, rubbing his thumb across your jaw. “You know how to make me feel good, huh? Fucking whore.” Gramus gently slaps your cheek, just enough to make a sound but not enough to actually hurt. He mouths a timid “Green?” again, to which you nod. He could honestly hit your harder, but you know he prefers not to risk it.

Balls slap against your chin as Gramus picks up the pace, pulling the hand away from your face and leaning it against the countertop. The leverage allows him to move his hips even further, to pound the back of your throat. The gargle of cock in your mouth combined with Gramus grunts make your pussy ache. You decide to sneak one of your hands up his leg while the other goes down to your cunt. The schlick of your wetness is obvious, obvious enough to make Gramus chuckle.

“You’re such a cock-hungry bitch, huh? I’ve barely touched you and you’re already soaked.” You don’t rebut, instead using your tongue to lick up and down Gramus cock as it goes in out of your mouth. The countertop squeaks from Gramus nails clawing across them. He licks his chapped lips. “Probably want my cum huh? You’d probably swallow if I shot my load down your throat, wouldn’t you?” You nod eagerly, looking so debauched with bruised lips. Gramus smirks, but surprises you when he abruptly pulls out, leaving you gasping. He yanks on your hair, forcing you to stand and leave your pussy unattended. Panting, you look up at him with wide eyes. “Too bad I make the decisions around here.”

Gramus easily turns you around and bends you over the counter. He rips down your shorts with a single hand as he strokes his cock, whistling as he spreads open your pussy lips with two fingers. “Gods be damned, you are wet.” You don’t need assistance in opening your legs, Gramus easily sliding his dick across your wet folds, just catching on your clit. “I guess it’s for the best, wouldn’t want to break you. Though,” Between words Gramus shoves his cock to the hit inside you, stralignt he breath out of your chest, “ I bet you’d like that.”

While you’d typically respond with some snarky banter to keep the roleplay im lime, you find all you're capable of is a whimper as Gramus begins pounding your cunt. His calloused hands dig into your hips as he pulls you back onto his pelvis, nails leaving small half-moons on the skin. He slaps your ass hard and fast, pawing at the curve before hitting it again. You can only imagine how he throws his head hack, grunting with each hump, as your face is pressed into the cool countertop.

Gramus cock brutalizes your g-spot, his sweaty balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. The burn of his thick dick stretching you open makes your toes curl, some drool leaking out of your open mouth. Sparks fly up and down your abdomen and you know your lower back is gonna hurt tomorrow.

“F-fuck.” A throaty purr comes from Gramus mouths, slapping your ass again. He’s told you once before that he loves the way it jiggles, that it almost makes him cum every time. You wiggle your hips and push them onto his pelvis, getting another groan and a slap to your ass cheek. “Cheeky little thing.” He mutters under his breath.

“You know you l-love it.” You stutter, finally getting enough wits about you to back talk. But with drool all down the side of your flushed face, you doubt it's very intimidating.

“Damn right I do. Shit!” The knot in your abdomen winds tighter and tighter, Gramus flurried hips telling you that he’s also getting close. A thick palm circles around and grabs you by the throat, pulling you up while arching your back. “Say my name.” Gramus whispers in your ear, the pads of his fingers digging into your jugular. “Scream it.”

With your pussy clenching and your cervix as sore as it is, you doubt you could do anything but scream.

“Gramus! Gramus!” You yell, that knot finally snapping. Gramus shouts another “Fuck!” As your pussy puts him a vice grip, giving a couple more stuttered thrusts before cumming inside you.

You collapse onto the counter, your heavy breath fogging up the cool top. You can feel Gramus sweat dripping down onto your back, his head now laid in between your should blades as he catches his breath. A trickle of his cum runs down you legs, leaving a warm feeling in your gut.

“Damn,” Gramus mumbles into you back. “I forgot about the pans on the stove top.”

You sluggishly turn your head to the left, seeing the messy pot you used for spaghetti sauce tonight’s dinner. You chuckle.

“Sorry, I guess I was too distracting, huh?”

Gramus press a kiss into the center of your back, pulling his softened cock out of you.

“Trust me, it was a welcome distraction.”

Gramus presses another soft kiss to your lips, pulling up his pants and redoing his belt. He then runs a paper towel under hot water and begins wiping away at your legs, cleaning off the slow drying cum. A warm hand rubs your lower back.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You sigh, shimmying up your underwear.

“Nope,” You give Gramus a peck in the cheek. “I think that was just right.”

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[spooky-bunnys]

A! Smiley x O! Male Reader

Souya had noticed a major difference in his older twin brother. His brother was going out more and more and coming home in a better mood and soft smile. So obviously Souya wanted to know what was making his brother so happy. When he asked Nahoya about his better mood. He just shrugged and said he's been having good luck recently.

Souya believed that. Since his brother sometimes has really bad luck. Which sometimes got so bad Souya would be affected by said bad luck. Like one time during a college exam Nahoya had sneezed and knocked over his seat neighbors drink which ruined both Kawata's exams. Since Souya sat in front of his brother.

The drink spilt on the olders exam before rolling and spilling onto the younger exam. The poor Omega sitting beside them felt so bad they got the professor to let them retake it. Actually now that Souya thought about it. Thats when Nahoya's "good luck" started. Was after that exam. The younger Kawata shook his head and continued scrolling on his computer.

The twins were gonna graduate soon. So hopefully they'll be able to open up their Ramen Shop soon. Thats always been their dream. To own a Ramen Shop together. Souya was currently looking at properties and checking the pricing. While Nahoya was looking at a property he was informed of by a classmate. According to Smiley's seat mate his uncle I selling his old restaurant due to old age.

Angry kept scrolling when he felt his phone buzz. When he checked it he saw it was his brothers contact. He answered the phone and put it on speaker still scrolling. "Yo! So this restaurant is an older Ramen Shop! The one we went to a lot as kids! Old man (L. Name) said since he doesn't have a son he's gonna leave it for his nephew." Angry nodded.

That usually happens to Betas. When they don't have a family of their own they'll leave it to a niece or nephew who was an Alpha or sometimes Omega. "So whose his nephew then?" Angry could hear and feel the grin his brother had. "Remember my seatmate (Name)?" He nodded confused. "Yeah? The Omega who got the professor to let us retake the last exam?"

Souya could feel the excitement in the others voice. "Yeah! Apparently the professor is (Name)'s cousin and the Ramen Shop owner is his uncle!" Angry was surprised. That was convenient. Really convenient. "Wait so the classmate that told you about the property-" Smiley cut off his brother.

"Was (Name). When he asked me how he could make up about the exam. I joked he could find us a reasonably priced property for sale." Angry rolled his eyes. Of course he did. "And?" "And he told me his Uncle was trying to convince him to take over the family restaurant and that he was thinking of selling it since (Name)'s dad is also a CEO of (Company Name) and wants him to take over that."

Souya was confused. "Nahoya. How do you know all this?" The other side was silent. "Nahoya?" It was then he heard a soft voice in the back ground. "Alpha? Is everything okay?" He knew that voice. It was (Name). His brothers seat mate. "Oh! Is that Angry?" He heard shuffling then the soft voice of the Omega filled the room. "Hi Angry! Can't wait for dinner. I hope you like the Ramen I'm making."

Huh? "Wait what?" The call ended and when Angry noticed his phone had a message. His brother had sent him a message along with a picture. It said "Bringing my lucky charm home. He's making Ramen for dinner." The picture was of the older Kawata and (Name). Smiley was wrapped around he other both smiling widely. The back ground was the old shop the twins loved.

Lucky charm? What was-Oh. Angry face-palmed. When he brother said he was having good luck, he meant he was getting lucky and actually having good luck. Angry sighed. His brother has a lot of explaining to do. Especially since his brother always said that they didn't need Omegas. Angry chuckled.

"Looks like your gonna be eating your words laters."

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[tobyfier]

Yandere Francis, headcannons of how we met into him gaining feelings that slowly turn into obsession and him kidnapping us etc etc.

Say it again.

;Gender neutral reader

Warning: obsession,toxic relationship,Stockholm syndrome,manipulation,swearing

Additional information: Reader is a baker

A/n: I’m not much experience with yandere type of stuffs, but I’m more welcome to try! Also this is actually my first request, and I hope I made it to your liking!

I’d say he did hear from the other tenants that there was gonna be a new person in the apartment but he didn’t really try and meet the person, to focus on his job and the doppelgänger situation

That is until of course, you went and greeted him yourself by knocking on his door and giving him a bag of cookies before bidding goodbye

The cookies were delicious btw, he couldn’t stop eating them

And one day as an act of gratitude for giving him the cookie, he came by at your apartment and gave you a couple of bottle milk

Supposedly he was just gonna thank you and give the tray of bottle of milks, but you insisted on letting him inside and get to know each other for a bit

That’s when he learns you were actually a baker and that you own a bakery

Huh..no wonder

You guys were on friends terms now

You always buy milk from him saying, the consistency of the milk was great

He gives milk and you give cookies, a win/win

The feelings started to appear after a month or so

It started off small he feels lighter and energized whenever you’re around, and he would get excited just by seeing your face

He started talking to you more, often times he would write letters to you whenever he’s out in the city for a few days

Day by day his feelings started to grow stronger and stronger, to the point he can’t go a day without even seeing your face once

But when he realized you liked him back, he had to double check if he heard you right

He made you say it again and again before he hugged you and thank the god’s above

You two started to live with each other after that

It was peaceful and comforting

Morning kisses is a must.

He comes home later than you, and he’s always happy to receive your kisses afterwards

But the peace..didn’t last long

He started to grow more and more possessive

It started off small..you didn’t mind it at all

Until he started to isolate you from others

You confronted him of course, but he brushed it off saying it was for the best

You didn’t say anything about it, thinking it was him being protective considering the doppelgänger situation

But when he asked you to close your bakery saying it was for the best

That’s when the argument started.

You defended yourself, telling him you can’t close the bakery because of his overprotective tendencies

It was your passion and it was your dream to open up a bakery

Closing it down meant all the efforts you had done to achieve this goes to waste.

The bastard told you that you can still bake in the apartment.

You called him crazy and tried to leave but he had an iron grip on your wrist and pulled you into a bedroom

Then locked it, saying this is for the best

You tried knocking the door down

you tried finding some tools that can help, a fail..

Even the windows were ironed shut

Heck even the windows are ironed shut.

The bastard planned all of this from the start and you didn’t even notice it.

The last few days you gave him the silent treatment

Only ever opened the door to give you food or water

If you didn’t eat he will force feed you.

He tried reasoning with you

That this is all for the best and for your safety

And that you don’t need anyone else but him.

Slowly he started to be more affectionate with you

Oh how you crave those touches..

It has been so long since you received affection like these

Slowly his words got to your mind

Maybe he was right

I mean he provides food,water,shelter,heck he even bought tools so you can bake in the apartment

And all you have to do was accept the situation and that you only needed him.

And no one else.

#francis mosses #francis mosses x gn!reader #francis mosses x male reader #francis mosses x reader #thats not my neighbor #thats not my neighbor x gn!reader #thats not my neighbor x male reader #thats not my neighbor x reader #x male reader #x reader #x gn reader #yandere #yandere francis mosses #yandere thats not my neighbor

[shockedemojiatsv]

▪︎■☆ Новое Mолоко 🐮🥛 ☆■▪︎

(Translation: New Milk)

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ male! subtop! Francis Mosses / male! dombottom! Reader

☆ overstimulation if ya squint a lil, milking, breeding, dumbification, passing out, belly bulge (If your not into this, look away!! 👻👻)

☆ implied Russian speaking Francis (translated from google translate and research for needed accuracy, however, any form of critique or correction definetely is allowed!)

☆ short (I think???)

☆ author has played Not My Neighbor

°○☆nsfw under the cut☆○°

You and Francis had a thing. And, fuck, for a minimum wage worker who barely gets any kind of rest at all, he's fucking good at what he does. He's a big fan of milking. Not his job, no, he could rant about how shitty it can be despite not wanting to get a new one (A/N: so real) but he's a fan of milking. Just the other kind of milking.

The first tim you two had sex, he was pretty sheepish about it, yeah. He didn't know if you prefered topping or bottoming so he settled for a handjob. You did the same as well. Until you both got used to each other and realized that he was pretty flexible. He'd do whatever you'd want to do, whatever you had in store, as long as if it wasn't too much for either of you. He loves fucking but he surely isn't a sex devient. Somewhere in the middle. Pliant to whatever you to had planned. But recently, he may or may not have discovered a new kink. Somethig that made his legs flex and his stamina increase and the gooey, warm, and fuzzy gears in his head grind back to life to keep on going. The last time you two had sex, there was now no condom, and he was pounding you into the bed that you swore Isaack would definetely send a formally written complain, persuasive enough for the both of you to not have such intense, hot, steamy sex for the next few months, (He's a reporter after all, have to respect the man informing the people, and he definetely has a way with words).

Humming, groaning, a little against your neck. You swore it was like a kitten, as if he was purring in a way. You pulled his hair as per usual and with a louder grunt his dark brown eyes roll up just a slight and flutter, closing shut as he fills you to the brim with his warm baby batter. Shaking, sweating, and biting his lip when he just keeps on cumming until theres nothing more to give. Or is there?

What he didn't expect, was when you suddenly whispered in the midst of him balls deep inside you,

"Thats it... good boy, you fuckin slut... Cum in me, keep milkin' yourself f'me"

Ah shit, he swore something inside of him just snapped loose. With the way he shivered violently, and as your hand loosened on his sweaty brown hair he moves again. Oh how odd, after a few rounds, the last one being penetration, he's always so tired, opting to give you a handjob or finger you if you didnt get a taste of your climax but shit. If this wasn't hot then what was?!

When you had basically degraded him to milk his balls dry you didn't mean literally, but fuck. This was so appealing, that your little milk boy had his quirks.

You look down at yourself seeing the bulge appearing on your abdoment everytime he thrusts in and god does it make you feel dizzy. Your hard dick, leaking as well just begging to cum while Francis gasps and shudders a little more, oh he looks so dumb. Trying to do as he's told. To keep milking himself. Milking himself for you. Just for motherfucking you. It keeps fuzzy sparks inside of his brain that has him smiling and drooling against your chest.

"Awe, what an adorable little cow you are... Milking your-...yourself for me... Giving me every ounce of that sweet sweet milk of yours, hmm? You wanna give me your milk Francis? You wanna fucking cum in me again?"

He feels so lightheaded that he smiles dumbly at the idea and nods as if his head is too heavy, full of warm cream. Muttering several words in russian mixed in with english as he nods slowly, trembling as his cock, still hard and moving perfectly against every spot inside of you.

"Please please please К-Куколка please... fuck fuckk- let me cum... inside... inside... cum inside please please milk me- oh... П-Пожалуйста... З-...Золотце... Пожалуйста..."

The pathetic, brown haired man sobs. Pawing at your sides like an injured little puppy. Begging so prettily, who could deny those eyes of his? all teary and tired. Small blobs of salty water dripping down his eyebags which were now disappearing, thanks to yourself for keeping his sleep schedule normal again after years of nap malnutrition.

After a few more moments of Francis groaning so softly against your ear, you feel yourself about to cum too, and when you order it directly, he really does come undone. Panting like a dog in heat while nails dig against his back skin. All the while he buries himself deep inside of you once again and fills you up with a second load of his fluids that it's practically drooling out of your hole. You hiss as well, shutting your eyes with a shudder as your dick spurts out a thick white rope of cum, coating Francis' stomach and your chest. Fuck.

Francis pants, collapsing on you. You gently push him to the side and just watch him catch his breath. Eyes closed, skin warm and sweaty while he's still inside you. All soft. But its not uncomfortable. At least now, you definetely know how you can abuse this new found information with your lovely boyfriend.

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[3rr0rc0d3]

He's my valentine~ // Best Friend!John "Soap" Mctavish x Mafia!Male!Reader

You and Johnny have been friends for a damn long time, what happens when you slowly realize you have feelings for the man? Does he love you back? Surely he does right? Surely. But how can he love a man like you? Someone that does the things you do.

[Prologue][Chap 1]

Here you stood, Johnny calling you in the middle of work, staring a debtor in the eyes as you ever so casually as if you arent in control whether this man gets to live to see his family ever again. You were a higher up in a mafia, no narcos, you think at least, just organized crime. Your close friends at the very top of the pyramid and you just below the main man. Your gang was… Notorious, but the police never really did anything about it, your friends had friends in high places that they could use to pull strings from. Now, Johnny was talking about whatever random shit happened in the barracks that day, something about someone running around in a sleeping bag and him joining in then getting reprimanded for whatever they did, which you enjoyed listening to him, but you had to then tell him you had to go, that youll talk to him later, that you have to get back to work since you paused mid job. He understood thankfully albeit with a few whines here and there from him. Which left you thinking.

You and Johnny had been friends for a long time. How long had it really been? You were both in your first year of Middle school, you were both nine and as for how you met… Johnny had walked up to you, looking all messy like he had just roughhoused and played in the dirt, he had this… mohawk he was super proud of. Johnny harped on about random things, don't mind if you didnt talk back but just kept… talking. It was nice company compared to your other friends, Older kids, maybe two years your senior, delinquents. Johnny was also, apparently, your new next door neighbor. Had just moved in from scotland… It was fun, your delinquent friends would tease you about him, how you're never the one to let people just be so… loud around you. 

Johnny was different, he always was wasn't he? You always blankly told him off if he ever got hurt, told him he was dumb for not seeing the pole. And to pay attention while walking. You liked his smile, it was comforting. You and Johnny had been friends since… well… that day that he came up to you and just started yapping. 

Highschool came, and the two of you were even closer, best friends instead of just friends, you'd both be glued to each other at the hip through thick and thin. While you messed around with a boy or girl, you'd notice Johnny never really went for anyone. Of course you'd get your fair share of breakups, here and there. You broke rules, you did things that eventually got you arrested at one point or two. Johnny, no matter what was there for you. 

Johnny soon went into the military while you went on to continue your… gang stuff. He doesnt know what youre doing and frankly it's one of the things you didn’t ever wanna have to explain to Johnny. Every so often you and Johnny called, You wondered why he hadnt called his family to talk about al this but to be fair you never think theyd appreciate their son yapping on about whatever popped up in his mind that very second, You were used to it, Youd only ever met his family a few times during holidays, or during hangouts at his house. In any case, he didnt talk to you too much about work either, just that he felt right at home with them. You missed seeing his face in person al lthe time, sure but this just means you can keep things away from him easier, no? For sure he was a constant in your life, someone you knew you could hear from anytime.

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[riotlain]

Egos and Puppycat

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HIII

yea hi hiii thisll sorta be a thing to write when im bored

ill do a part 2 if yall want :]

Many egos x Masc reader

blue text = Puppycats noises/talking

THIS WILL CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS FOR LAZY IN SPACE BTW!!

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

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Y/n sat by his front door, tying his shoe. He was gonna go on a walk today. It was a nice day afterall.

The fellow stood up, putting his hand on the knob. That was until his friend, Puppycat, walked up behind Y/n. The creature crossed his arms, making its noises.

"Where are you going?" The cat lookalike questioned.

"Im just goin' on a walk... I also have to pay rent.. I might go to the cafe close by though." Y/n responded casually, mumbling the last part. Puppycat wordlessly followed behind.

The 2 left the apartment they lived in. It's been alot more active since the new tenants moved in. Y/n has yet to speak to any of them though.

Until today that is.

Y/n and Puppycat walked around the building to the landlord's home. While walking the pair saw another guy. He was sort of tall, had green hair, and a cat mask.

"Oh that must be one of the neighbors." Y/n noted. Puppycat kept a blank face.

"He looks stupid." Puppycat mumbled, earning a look from Y/n.

The man, Y/n, and Puppycat came to the same stop. Their landlord's house. The 3 awkwardly stood there before the man started talking.

"I didn't know pets were allowed in the apartment." He chuckled. Puppycat could only let out a seemingly offended whistle. You just chuckled too.

"Oh Puppycat isn't a pet. He's kinda my… roommate?” Y/n fiddled with his hands awkwardly. "He pays rent."

The stranger tilted his head at that before he perked up, remembering something.

"Since we haven't met 'til now" He took a step back and bowed. "My name is Marvin. Marvin the Magnificent!" He established proudly.

Y/n grinned at Marvin’s… eccentric nature.

“I’m uh- Y/n!” Y/n spole, trying to mimick his tone. Marvin stood back up with a smile and shook the other’s hand. Once they were done Y/n looked at the door.

“Cardamon sure is taking his time…” he noted. That’s when the door swung open revealing a small child.

“You 2 are here to pay rent?” the boy asked tiredly.

After the pair paid they were about to go their separate ways. That was until Y/n stopped.

“Don’t ask him to come with us-” "HEY MARVIN WANNA COME WITH US TO THIS CUTE CAT CAFE?!" Y/n interrupted, waving his hand around in the air calling for him. Puppycat gave a low growl at his friend. Marvin jogged back, nodding once he was close enough to the 2.

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As the 3 walked Y/n and Marvin talked about their lives. Marvin explained his profession, his brothers, and where they moved from originally. Y/n didn't let alot slip out about him. Just small stuff.

“Have you been to this cafe yet?” Marvin asked.

“I used to work there. I got fired though for uh… sleeping on the job.. I hear its under new management so thats cool!” Y/n replied, trying to hide a bit of embarrassment.

The trio arrived at the small cafe to see that it was basically empty. Besides a well dressed man sweeping. He wore a red dress shirt and a black vest.

“Oh welcome to the cafe. Go ahead and take a seat, we’ll be right with you!” He warmly welcomed them.

Marvin and Puppycat took a seat at a table while Y/n crouched by them to pet some cats.

“Minnie! This ones my fav.” Y/n told Marvin, holding up a black and white cat with rather droopy eyes.

Puppycat only glared at the animal.

After a bit of waiting a male came up to the trio. He looked similar to the man in the vest, but he had not as neat hair and wore an apron.

“My names Natepai! Can I uh- take your order?” He asked in a soft tone.

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[slyfoxie]

Imagine the Milkman from ' that's not my neighbour '

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Warning: overstim kink, nipple play, crying, vibrator, begging kink, gender-neutral reader.

: MINORS DNI !!

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Imagine him, sitting on the couch, drooling and tears flowing from his eyes. Body sweating and trembling as a toy strapped to his shaft kept vibrating despite the fact that he came for the nth time now.. loud moans and whimpering is heard across the room. He was desperately begging you to stop as you were standing in front of him, holding the remote in front of him and laughing at him. A cute sight solely for you.

His chest on display, nipples covered in bandaids and yet, it was bulging out slightly. You took off the bandaids, earning a loud cry from him. it's engorged with milk.. sucking and licking on one nipple while pinching and massaging his other nipple was already too much for him. He's already sensitive from last night's activity and now, doing it over again..

His nipples started leaking out milk as you started sucking on it.. he's cumming nonstop.. he's desperately crying again, repeatedly murmuring please' and 'can't take it anymore'. But you're just starting.. He was trembling even more and tried pushing you away by weakly pushing your shoulders away. Now that's not very nice.. how do you discipline him?

By ruining him even more that he can't even fucking think anymore.

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[brazilsho]

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Hi there, Can I request derek morgan x male reader(boyfriends), spencer reid x male reader (brothers) Season 2 episode 14, 15 where the reader is older than spencer seeing everything thats happening to spence and just freaking out and when aaron asks him to calm down he says "you expect me to calm down when my baby brother is nowhere to be found and he almost died and I can't do shit to save him right now aaron" and derek comforting him and picking up on all the clues Spencer is leaving for them and also seeing that spencer is using the drugs.

This was so fun to write!! And it definitely hurt my heart to write+rewatch these episodes. But I hope this meets your expectations!!

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Word Count: 5k

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Male!Reader

Warnings: violence, swearing, implicit use of hard drugs

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“What the fuck,” you muttered, grimacing and turning away from the gruesome video on screen. What a horrible way to die; eaten by dogs. You had seen some sick things during your time at the FBI, but this one was close to taking the cake for the worst thing you’d ever seen. But it was kind of hard to top someone eating their own face.

“Yeah,” Derek echoed, standing at your side, hands on his hips and shaking his head is poorly veiled disgust.

“You can turn it off now,” Hotch said. You couldn’t see his face from where you were standing but you could picture his frown from his voice alone.

“Wait!” The cop exclaimed, reaching forward to stop Emily from turning the video off.

“What, haven’t seen enough?” Derek scoffed, pushing forward, brushing a hand against your hip as he passed as a reassurance. For the sake of keeping up appearances and seeming professional, the physical contact between you two was limited while out on a case.

“Those dogs,” the cop continued. “Those three dogs! They attacked someone a few months ago. I woulda had them impounded, but the victim knew the owner. A neighbor. He didn’t wanna press charges!”

“You sure?” Gideon asked.

“Who’s the owner?” You asked immediately after.

The cop pulled his notebook out and began flipping through it, mumbling to himself, “I knew those dogs were sick. Shoulda called animal control.”

You gravitated back towards Derek again, standing at his side.

“His name,” Hotch repeated, interrupting the mumblings.

“Hankle.” He tapped his book.

“Hankle?” You repeated in disbelief, looking at Derek with wide eyes.

“Tobias Hankle,” he affirmed.

“You mean the guy my brother is currently visiting!?” You demanded. “I thought he was a witness!”

Derek reached out to place a hand on your shoulder and you shrugged him off.

“Let’s go,” Hotch said.

---

You and Derek found JJ in the barn. Very obviously shaken up, and in any other situation you would have tried to calm her down first. Reassure her she was okay. But you had no time, you had to find Spencer.

“JJ, where’s Spencer?” You questioned, stepping towards her now that her gun was lowered.

“...They just completely tore her apart, there’s nothing even left,” she said, staring in the distance. She was in shock.

“JJ!” You stepped forward to take her shoulders. “Where’s Spencer?”

“Y/N,” Derek warned. “She’s in shock, back down.”

You ignored him, forcing JJ to look at you. “Where is my brother?” You repeated.

“...we split up. He said he was going around back,” she managed, looking around in a daze.

You released her, running back outside and leaving Derek to get her some help. You needed to find Spencer. You needed him to be okay. You didn’t know what you would do if he wasn’t.

But when you found signs of someone being dragged through the cornfield, you knew. Spencer was in trouble. You’d been too late and now he was gone. You staggered back a few steps, away from the cornfield and right into a body.

“Hey, woah,” Derek said, turning you around so you were facing him. “Find anything?”

“He’s gone,” you whispered, face crumpling in despair as you threw your arms around him. “He’s gone, Derek. Someone was dragged through the cornfield. Spencers gone.”

“We’re gonna find him,” Derek promised, glancing behind you to get a look at the cornfield.

“How do you know?” You replied. “...I failed him, Derek. I’m supposed to protect him, but now he’s gone, what am I supposed to-”

“Hey,” Derek said, pulling away to look in your eyes. “You didn’t fail him. Now come on. Let’s go find him,” he said, cupping your cheek briefly.

You took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay,” you said, trying to pull yourself together. You’d find Spencer. Everything would be okay.

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Blank.

Blank.

Blank.

Every lead you followed came up blank. You were losing your mind, you hadn’t slept since Spencer had gone missing. He was nowhere to be found. And no matter how many journals you combed through or new information discovered, nothing pointed to where he could have been taken.

“Guys! Guys get in here!” Derek shouted from one of the rooms, startling you.

You got up immediately though, blinking a few times when your vision blacked out for a second before stumbling into the room. You gasped when you saw what was playing on nearly all of the computer screens. “Spencer…” You whispered in horror.

“He’s been beaten,” Emily observed.

“Can’t you track this!?” JJ demanded.

“He’s only streaming to his home computer,” Garcia replied, eyes fixated on the screens.

“This is for us,” Gideon said.

“I’m gonna kill this guy when we find him,” you muttered.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t see this,” Derek said, once again putting his hand on your shoulder. And just like before you shrugged him off.

“Don’t,” you said sharply. Guilt stabbing at your heart for speaking to him that way. It wasn’t his fault. “I need to see what he did to him.”

“Choose one to die. I’ll let you choose which ones live,” said a drawling voice in the video. You couldn’t see Tobias. Or whichever one was speaking. Charles most likely.

“No,” Spencer mumbled, shaking his head.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away. “This is fucking sick,” you said, arms crossed.

“The other heathens are watching,” Charles said. “Choose a sinner to die, and I'll say the name and address of the person to be saved,” he proposed.

Spencer looked into the camera then. “I won't choose who gets slaughtered and have you leave their remains behind like a poacher,” he refused again.

Charles stormed forward and hoisted Spencer up. You finally tore your gaze away. And there was Derek, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against his side.

“We’re gonna find him,” he murmured. “We’ll find Spencer.”

You inhaled sharply when you heard Spencer choose and shook your head as the police were called.

You could have cried when the video feed was shut off and you pulled away from Derek, rushing out of the room. You heard Derek slam his fist against the wall as he followed you out. You knew the anger wasn’t aimed at you thought, You felt the same way.

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The victims were already dead when you arrived. And you knew your brother, so you went straight for the camera attached to the laptop.

“Spencer,” you said. “Spencer, if you’re watching this, this wasn’t your fault,” you promised. “Do you understand me? This wasn’t your fault. Do not let that sick, perverted asshole break you. you are so much stronger than him, understand?” You said, looking into the lens.

“We’re gonna find you.”

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When you got back to Tobias’ house, all was quiet.

You walked into the room with all the computers, coffee in hand for Garcia. “Hey, I thought you could-”

“I haven’t done anything,” Spencer whimpered on the screens.

The cup slipped from your hands. You didn’t flinch at the coffee splattered on your feet. You were wearing shoes, and you always made sure to cool Garcia’s coffee before you brought it to her.

“Y/N!” Gideon exclaimed in alarm.

“You shouldn’t watch this,” Garcia said, turning with tearful eyes.

“Is this- is this streaming live?” You whispered, stepping through the puddle of coffee, ignoring the both of them, eyes fixed on the screen.

A punch landed, whipping Spencer’s head to the side and nearly off the chair he was on. “Confess!” Charles’ voice shouted.

“Tobias help me,” Spencer pleaded.

“Y/N, I am serious. Please go, you shouldn’t watch this,” Garcia whimpered. But her eyes were fixed to the screen as well.

You watched in horror as Spencer was hurt. You were powerless to help him. It was a terrible feeling.

You flinched when Charles shoved the chair back with Spencer in it. As his body hit the floor, you could hear his choking gasps. “He’s killing him,” you said, tears flooding your eyes as you turned away. But you could still hear him. Hear your baby brother dying. And you stood uselessly on the other side of the screen.

He fell silent.

You sobbed, covering your mouth before fleeing the room. You rushed into the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet as your stomach emptied itself of its contents. When you were done, you slumped against the opposite wall, barely breathing through your panicked and borderline hysterical sobs.

“Y/N?” Hotch asked. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Hey, baby, breathe,” Derek urged.

“Spencer,” you choked out, trying to suck in a deep breath.

“There’s another video,” Gideon’s voice joined the bunch. “We told him not to watch…”

“What!?” Derek demanded, pulling you into your arms. “Hey, whatever happened, I’m sure Spencer will be fine.”

“He’s dead.”

It got very quiet very quickly.

“...what?” Derek whispered.

Hotch walked away, you could hear his footsteps, then Gideons heavier ones walking away from the bathroom.

“No way,” Derek murmured, rubbing your back. “No way. He’s too stubborn.”

“Guys!” Hotch said, returning quickly. “Tobias is performing CPR.”

“What!?” You demanded, looking up as your breath caught. You wiped your face and Derek helped you to stand. You both rushed back into the computer room.

You made it back just in time to see Spencer convulse, sucking in a gasp of air.

You gasped in relief, knees buckling as you hugged Derek tightly, fisting his t-shirt. “Fuck,” you mumbled. “That was too close.” You sobbed.

“I told you, he’s too stubborn to die,” Derek replied, holding most of your weight up.

“He’s leaving him alone,” Garcia observed. “Oh. He...cut the video.”

You pulled away from Derek, sniffling. “I’m gonna get something to clean the mess I made,” you said suddenly. “Stay here.”

“Leave it, Y/N. It’s fine,” Gideon reassured.

“You should rest,” Hotch advised.

“I made the mess. I’m gonna clean it up,” you responded, walking out of the room. Immediately there were footsteps from behind you. You identified them as JJ’s.

You weren’t going to be the first one to speak, so you continued into the kitchen, locating the paper towels and crossing the small space to get to them. But you changed directions at the last second to pour yourself a cup of coffee.

It was the last thing you needed, but you needed the caffeine. You had to find Spencer Immediately before that sick asshole hurt him again.

JJ was silent the entire time. That’s when you realized she wouldn’t be the one to break the silence. So with a sigh, you did.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” You asked. She’d been told to get some rest by both Hotch and Gideon almost an hour ago. “It’s late. And you need your rest after the whole...thing with the dogs.”

You could see her grimace.

You sighed, taking a drink from the cup. You didn’t even flinch at the black coffee, despite your general hatred for it. You looked at JJ again, who was massaging the back of her neck with a frown. You didn’t mean to come off so aggressive, but you were exhausted and your nerves were frayed at this point.

“Well, everyone else is working. I should be too,” JJ shrugged. “Plus I don’t think I can sleep after that sight. I should help find him.”

“We got it,” you replied.

“It’s funny,” she said, ignoring you. “The one person we need to solve this case is...Spence,” she bitterly scoffed.

“I’ll find my brother,” you said, tone a lot more harsh than you meant it to. You quickly finished the rest of the coffee and set the cup down. “Go to bed, JJ.” You turned away from her, walking back to the kitchen table where the paper towels were.

“You think Reid and I should have stayed together at the barn, don’t you?” JJ called.

You stilled. “Don’t start, JJ.”

“I can tell that’s what you're thinking. If I’d had his back like I was supposed to, he’d be here safe right now,” she continued. “He wouldn’t have almost died.”

“JJ, I mean it. You need to get some rest,” you replied, bracing a hand against the table. You didn’t want to blow up on her and say something you didn’t mean. But she was pushing it.

“Be honest, Y/N. You think it’s my fault, don’t you. Tell me the truth,” JJ provoked.

Logically you knew she was just feeling guilty. She had just seen Spencer die and get resuscitated and was feeling guilty. They were together and Spencer had gotten kidnapped. You knew she was trying to punish herself, but you had hit your breaking point.

“You want the truth!?” You slammed your hand against the table, turning to face her. “The truth is one of you is here. And one of you isn’t. And I can’t fucking find him! And you know what? Maybe that is your fucking fault, JJ. Why him? Why not you?” The second the words left your mouth, you regretted it.

But you couldn’t stop, storming towards her. She stepped back. “Why is it my brother being beaten!? Why would you ever fucking split up, JJ? You’re an FBI agent, shouldn’t you be smarter than that!?” You berated, throwing your hands up.

She flinched.

You didn’t mean it.

“Y/N, step outside. You need to calm down,” Hotch’s poorly restrained voice said, drawn to the commotion.

"You expect me to calm down!? How can I possibly be calm when my baby brother is nowhere to be found! He almost died and I can't do shit to save him right now, Aaron! I can’t even fucking find him!” You shouted, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks once again as you turned around to face the man.

“Y/N,” Derek said gently as he stepped around Hotch to get to you, immediately pulling you into his arms. “Let’s go,” he said.

You allowed yourself to be pulled from the kitchen as you silently cried against him, beginning to tremble. “I didn’t-” You managed, replaying what you had just said. “I didn’t-”

“I know,” Derek reassured as you were pulled into the bedroom. He shut the door and you sat on the bed, burying your head in your hands, shaking your head.

You felt a dip in the bed before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. You went with no resistance, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Let it all out, darling. It’s alright,” he murmured.

Minutes passed with the same soft reassurances until you were able to calm down.

“I didn’t mean it,” you said quietly. “But she just kept pushing, Derek.”

“I know that,” Derek replied. “Why don’t you get some rest, Y/N? You need it. We need you at the top of your game if we’re going to find your brother. Okay? We’ll deal with this tomorrow,” he proposed.

You hesitated. You didn’t want to sleep. If you were asleep, then that was one less person looking for Spencer. And he’d spend longer being beaten by the unsub. His risk of dying increased with every hour. But you were exhausted, emotionally and physically.

“Come on,” Derek persuaded. “I’ll lay with you until you fall asleep. How does that sound?”

“...okay,” you agreed, pulling away from him and wiping your tears away with your sleeves. “Thank you, Der.”

“Of course, my love,” he replied.

He went and laid out on the bed, turning on his side, arm extended. He patted the space in front of him. “I love you,” he said.

You smiled softly. “I love you too,” you said through a yawn.

Derek grinned, his eyes crinkling up. Your favorite sight. You kicked your shoes off, placing them right beside the bed before climbing into bed. You laid your head on Derek’s arm, your back against his front as you curled up.

You blew out a slow, hiccupped breath, likely from all the crying. You closed your eyes.

“...isn’t it weird that we’re sleeping in a serial killer's bed,” you mumbled.

“Shh,” Derek responded with soft chuckles. “Goodnight, pretty boy.”

You smiled. “Goodnight.”

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You went back to work immediately after waking up the next day. “When was the video of the last murder posted?” You asked, sitting in the computer room beside Garcia, Derek leaning against the back of your chair. Hotch was leaning against the doorway. Everyone else was still asleep.

“9:23,” she responded. “Why?”

“What was the victim's time of death?”

“The 911 call came in at 9:04, and the murder must have been moments later,” Hotch answered.

“That's only a 19-minute difference,” Derek realized.

“You figure it only takes about 2 minutes to post the video,” you said, coming to a realization. “And a maximum of 60 miles an hour in a residential area.”

“That means Hankel has to be within a 17-mile radius of the crime scene,” Derek finished.

“Garcia, can we see it on a map?” Hotch requested.

Garcia did as asked.

You looked at the circle on the map. Finally. You were narrowing it down. You were going to find him.

“I’ll call farraday. I want that area locked down like it's martial law,” Hotch said, standing up to go make the call.

You went to speak before you were cut off by a video appearing on the screen, instantly silencing you.

“Oh no,” Garcia mumbled.

You zeroed in on the video, looking at Spencer. You sighed in relief when you confirmed he was still alive.

“How many members are on your team?” Rafael began.

“Seven,” Spencer lied. You had a feeling he was excluding you on purpose, considering what he’d been asked before; to choose a person to die.

He looked terrible, so much worse than before. But you guessed dying did that to a person. The sight made your heart clench. You had to find him today.

“The 7 angels who had the 7 trumpets prepared themselves to sound. The first sounding followed hail and they were thrown to earth,” Rafael now spoke just as Hotch walked back into the room.

“Revelations,” you mumbled. You remembered Spencer reading it to you. Just for fun when the two of you were younger.

Spencer could remember anything he saw. You could remember anything you heard. The two of you often sat together. Spencer read his current book or piece of media of choice and you listened. Then you’d compare who remembered it best. It was almost always a tie.

“He thinks it’s Revelations,” Hotch said, louder than you. “The seven archangels versus the seven angels of death.”

“Tell me who you serve,” Rafael demanded.

“I serve you,” Spencer answered.

“Then choose one to die.”

You exhaled sharply. You hated being right.

“What?” Spencer whispered.

“Your team members,” Rafael elaborated. “Choose one to die.”

“Kill me,” Spencer said immediately.

You squeezed your eyes shut, turning your head.

“Y/N let’s go,” Derek said. “You can’t torture yourself by watching these.”

“I don’t want to leave,” you said quietly. “That’s my brother Derek. I have to be here.”

Derek sighed, but didn’t argue. He instead offered his hand. You held it tightly.

“Your team has six other members. Tell me who dies,” Rafael repeated.

“No.”

Rafael pulled a revolver from his hip. He made a show of spinning the cylinder before snapping it back into place and aiming it at Spencer's head. “Choose, and prove you'll do God's will.”

“No.”

They went back and forth. With every click of the trigger, you flinched. You couldn’t bring yourself to look, but that just made it so much worse. Because only hearing it meant you’d remember it better. You would always remember this moment.

You looked up to see Hotch walking away. Less than a minute later he returned with the rest of the team.

Emily and JJ both frowned when they saw you, but were quickly distracted by the video of Spencer.

“Choose,” Rafael repeated.

Spencer looked up at him. “I…” He faltered, hesitant he glanced briefly at the camera before looking back at Rafael. “I choose Aaron Hotchner.”

You inhaled sharply, turning to look at Hotch, who’s eyes didn’t leave the screen.

“He's a classic narcissist. He thinks he's better than everyone else on the team,” Spencer continued. “Genesis 23:4, ‘Let him not deceive himself and trust in emptiness, vanity, falseness, and futility, for these shall be his recompense’.”

You frowned. That wasn’t right. But before you could recall the proper verse, Hotch walked out of the room.

You looked back at the video as Rafael lifted the gun. He fired into the wall.

...Meaning Spencer knew where the bullet was.

After Rafael loaded the gun with another bullet, you stood and found Hotch in the hallway, flipping through the bible.

“I’m not a narcissist,” Hotch said. He sounded more frantic than usual.

“Come on, you can’t take anything from that. He’s not in his right mind,” Gideon said.

“No, he’s right,” you said, frowning. “Spencer knew where that bullet was the whole time. He said no until Rafael got to the bullet. Then he said Hotch’s name when he could have said anyones. And he didn’t even tell the truth; Hotch isn’t narcissistic. He can be an asshole, but he doesn’t think he’s better than us,” you said, trying to think why he’d say it in the first place. “That verse wasn’t right either. Spence wouldn’t just get it wrong for no reason.”

“Exactly,” Hotch agreed. “Reid and I argued about the definition of classic narcissism, and he knew that I would remember that, and he also quoted Genesis, chapter 23, verse 4.”

“...He’s in a cemetery,” you breathed. “Genesis 23:4. I am a stranger and a sojourner with you. Give me property, forbear a place among you that I may bury my dead out of my sight,” you finally recalled. “He’s telling us where he is,” you said, turning and walking right back into the room.

“I don’t see a cemetery,” Derek said, looking at the map that they’d been looking at before the video appeared.

“The first time we saw Spencer, he said poacher. And then looked into the camera,” you recalled.

“Check to see if there were any reports of poaching in the past few days,” Hotch instructed Garcia.

“Okay...uh, a farmer reported 2 sheep being slaughtered a few days ago,” Garcia reported.

“Where we talking?” Derek asked, leaning closer as Garcia zoomed in on an even smaller area inside of the 17 mile radius.

“Wait, what’s that patch of green there?” JJ asked, pointing it out on screen.

“Marshall parish,” you read.

“I think it’s an old plantation,” Hotch informed.

“Hold on, Tobias wrote something in his journals about staying clean and keeping away from Marshall,” Emily exclaimed.

“Clean of what?” You asked.

“Dilaudid,” Emily replied.

“Guys, there’s a cemetery on the grounds,” whispered Garcia.

“Let’s go,” Hotch ordered.

You were right on his heels out of the house.

---

You kicked the door open, gun in hand and pointed out as you stepped over the threshold.

“FBI!” Derek called.

“Spencer!” You shouted, walking into one of the other room of the small shack. You did a sweep of the room, and when no one was there, you called, “Clear!”

“All clear!” Hotch called from the other room.

“Shit,” you muttered, walking back into the main room. You glanced at the chair, where a belt and handcuffs sat. “They gotta be here somewhere,” you said, marching out of the structure.

“Spread out,” Hotch commanded. “Morgan, stick with Y/N. Don’t let him do anything reckless,” he added, apparently assuming you were out of earshot already.

You weren’t and frowned. You weren’t going to do anything reckless. You looked over your shoulder to see Derek jogging towards you.

“Here,” he said, tossing a flashlight.

You caught it, holding it under your gun and holding both out as you walked into the woods. “We’re gonna find him alive,” you said.

“Yes we are,” Derek responded.

“He’s gonna be fine.” You weren’t sure if you were reassuring him or yourself.

“Y/N, he’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna bring him back home safe and sound.”

You nodded. You needed to believe that.

But there was no way to describe the dread and fear that shook you to your very core when you heard that gunshot ring out. “Spencer!” You screamed, taking off at a run from where you heard the shot come from.

“Reid!” Derek shouted immediately after. You weren’t sure if he was calling for you or Spencer.

“Spencer!” You shouted again when you caught sight of him, bent over a body. You ran down the small hill, not taking into account that the unsub could still be alive and armed. You didn’t care, you just wanted to hug your brother again.

Spencer stood up shakily, looking at you. “Y/N,” he mumbled.

You slowed your pace, pulling him into your arms the minute you were close enough. “Thank fuck,” you choked out. “Are you okay?” You demanded, pulling back to look for any signs of a gunshot wound. “I was so fucking worried,” you whispered, pulling him back into your arms once you were shure he hadn’t been shot.

The other arrived behind you and went to check out the body.

“I knew you’d find me,” Spencer whimpered in the most heartbreaking voice. One you hadn’t heard in a long time.

You cradled the back of his head, holding him close. “Always,” you responded. “Always, Spencer. Let’s get you home,” You said, pulling away from him reluctantly. But it was cold and he was only dressed in a shirt and pants. You wanted to get him out of here already.

“Spence, I’m so sorry,” JJ mumbled as she walked past you and hugged Spencer.

“It’s okay,” Spencer replied after a moment. “It’s not your fault.”

JJ stepped back after a second longer, wiping her eyes before she walked away again.

“Let’s go, Spence,” you said.

“Actually,” Spencer said. “Can I have a moment alone?”

You frowned, looking at him, then down to the body. “Why?” You asked. “No, come on.”

“Let him,” Derek said. “Come on. Let’s see if we can find a blanket for him.”

You frowned. “What- no, Derek.”

“I just...I want to close his eyes. Tobias deserved at least that,” Spencer explained.

You sighed. “Fine,” you muttered. “Fine. Hurry up though,” you said. You looked at him for a moment longer before turning and walking with Derek back to the cars. After a few steps, you glanced over your shoulder in time to see Spencer pocket something before standing. You frowned.

But when Spencer hurried to catch up, you brushed it off as you seeing things. You were tired after all. Besides, what would Spencer even take?

---

“Do you ever regret it?” Spencer asked.

You laid back on the couch of Spencer's apartment. It had been a few days since you found him. He was on personal leave at the moment until he was ready to come back to work. He insisted he was okay to go back to work and you immediately shut it down. Sure he was an adult and could make his own decisions, but he was also your baby brother. And you judged that he definitely was not ready to come back to work and needed the time off.

“Regret what?” You asked.

“...sending Mom away,” Spencer said quietly.

You frowned. “Why?” You asked instead of an answer, sitting up to look at him.

Spencer shrugged. He was still trembling. He hadn’t stopped in days. “I don’t know.”

“What made you think of that?” You asked.

“I don’t know,” Spencer repeated, his tone more snappy this time. “Can you just answer the question!?”

“Spencer, Mom was sick. I couldn’t take care of you and her. We got her help."

Spencer was silent. You watched him scratch the crook of his elbow, hands shaking more. “I need some air,” he stammered, before fleeing the living room and heading right out the door.

You waited a few seconds to make sure he wouldn’t just come back in. When you were sure he wasn’t, you quickly stood and grabbed his jacket, going through his pockets. You frowned when you found nothing and sighed. You took it with you as you walked towards the bedroom.

Spencer would know you went through his coat if you left it on the couch, but now your cover was that you went to hang it up. He liked to hang all of his clothes up, rather than just use the coat hanger by the door.

You walked into his very clean room and opened the closet, pulling out a hanger and hanging up his coat. But when you stepped forward to hang it up in the sweaters section of his closet, you kicked a box.

And you didn’t mean to snoop. Honest. But the lid was knocked off to begin with and you could see a picture of your mom inside, and curiosity got the best of you. So you picked it up.

You smiled faintly and picked up the picture of you and Spencer as kids, hugging your mom and dad with toothy grins. This was likely the source of his questions. You shook your head. He could have just said he was feeling nostalgic. He never really was okay with the decision to have your mom committed. He understood, but that didn’t mean he liked it.

You set the picture back down, and that’s when you saw it. A small, nearly empty bottle. You picked it up, inspecting the label. “Hydromorphone,” you mumbled. Dilaudid.

You held it in disbelief. No way was Spencer doing drugs. He couldn’t be. You didn’t want to believe it. But...as much as you hated to admit it, it made sense. Dilaudid was what Tobias Hankel was hooked on. Spencer asked to be alone with him and pocketed something. He’d been acting strange and kept scratching the crook of his elbow, which made sense if he was using it as an injection point.

You gently set the box back down in the closet and shut the door, holding the bottle in a fist. You weren’t sure what the proper way to go about this. But either way, you and Spencer needed to have a long talk.

When you walked back into the living room, he had already returned inside. He was staring at the couch where his coat had been. But his eyes flicked up to you when he noticed you. “Where’s my coat?”

“I hung it up,” you replied. “Spencer, you know...you know I love you, right?”

Spencer frowned at you. He looked so young now that you looked at him. He was so damn smart that sometimes you forgot he was only 24. Hed done so much with his life and he was still so young. “You’re being weird.”

“I found the box,” you said quietly. “Spence, I need you to give me the drugs.”

Spencer took a step back. “I don’t know what youre talking about,” he claimed.

“You’re a good liar, Spence. But I see right through you. Look, I promise I’m not mad, okay? But I need you to hand them over now. Syringes too, please. Then we can talk,” you said, taking slow steps towards him.

Spencer was frantically looking back and forth. “No.”

“Spencer,” you said in a firmer voice. “Come on. It’s okay.”

“I need them,” Spencer whispered.

“No you don’t,” you replied, shaking your head. “You don’t need the drugs. You don’t need to inject that shit into your body Spencer. Give them to me, I don’t want to have to take them by force.”

So maybe you were upset.

But any older brother would be! Spencer was on hard drugs. That was a serious issue and you wanted to get the drugs off of him as soon as possible. As it is you were having a hard time restraining yourself from going through the house to make sure he didn’t have any more.

Spencer turned his body to the side to try and protect himself. “Get out of my house, Y/N.”

Fuck that. You were doing this the hard way then.

You reached Spencer in a few short steps, grabbing him around his middle, and pinning his arms to his side. He immediately tried to fight you off, but you’ve always been stronger than him. “Spencer, please,” you tried, holding him tight. “Just tell me where they are, please.”

“No!” Spencer shouted, becoming frantic in his struggling. “Get off me!” He shouted, trying to unlink your arms around him and get away. “Y/N, get off, you’re hurting me! Stop it!”

You struggled to hold onto him as you reached into his jacket pocket with one hand. You hissed when you were stabbed in the hand by the syringe in your pocket. Okay, that could have gone badly.

You winced as Spencer stomped on your foot in an effort to get away, throwing his pointy elbows back into you, fighting as if he were fighting for his life.

You grabbed a hold of the syringe and bottle you felt in his pocket and pulled them out, releasing him. “I’m sorry,” you said, watching him stumble forward a few paces before whirling back around. “I’m doing this to help you.”

His bottom lip was quivering now. “Y/N, please,” he whimpered, voice breaking.

“No,” you said. You tucked the two bottles away carefully and snapped the tip of the needle off, walking to the kitchen and throwing it away. “Spencer. I need you to be completely honest,” You said, turning around to face him, still in the same place you left him. “Are there any other drugs in the house?”

Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut, completely silent. “No,” he mumbled, hugging his middle. “That was it.”

You dropped the tension in your shoulders, looking at him in sorrow. You walked back towards him and pulled him into your arms. “It’s okay,” you whispered, rubbing his back. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Sobs racked his frame as he held onto you. “I’m sorry,” he cried. “I’m sorry.”

You could only hold him tighter and hope he believed your reassurances that everything would be okay. That he would be okay.

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