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misstycloud · 1 year

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Yan!husband x reader x Yan!ex

You and your dear husband have gained new interesting neighbours from your past. What will your former love say now that you’re promised to someone else?

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“Phew, that’s the last one.” Arthur exhaled and finally allowed himself to take a breather. He reached his arms up and stretched his back, hearing satisfying cracks.

“Yes, now I can sleep.” You exclaimed bliss.

“Sorry, sweetheart. It’s dinner first, then you can sleep.” Your husband kissed you tenderly on the cheek and you groaned.

“No, it’s fine, I’m not even hungry.”

Arthur gently smiled with amusement, “Nice try, dear. But it won’t work on me.”

You huffed in frustration and crossed your arms in defiance for not being able to sway your husband, and said husband simply laughed at your failure.

You and Arthur had just come back from your honeymoon in the Maldives, which had been wonderful and deeply romantic. He had done everything to make it perfect for the two of you, always peppering you in his attention and affection. Never once did his mind stray to something else besides you. It seemed like he didn’t let you out of his sight, in the least.

It made you feel somewhat overwhelmed but you assumed every woman shared your notion. You had just married after all. It was normal. Completely normal.

Befor you flew on you honeymoon, you decided to buy a new beautiful house together. The apartment you lived in previously wasn’t bad in any way, tough you two wanted something fresh. Something that also came with a garden, of Arthur got to chose. Gardening was a hobby he’d picked up this year, he was capable of growing elegant blooms without struggle and it was something he took pride in. Some people-like you for example- clearly didn’t possess the green thumb like he did, you still tried to recreate some of his creations and failed miserably.

Luckily your then fiancé, didn’t judge people based on their ability to grow plants and didn’t kick you out.

“Honey, what do you feel like eating today?” Yelled Arthur from the kitchen to you, who sat in the living room.

The moving company had already placed your bigger furniture in the house, so you had something to sit on. It didn’t help the ugly view of the mountains of cardboard boxes laying spread out in the floor. The TV was also among the things to first be unpacked, you simply couldn’t live without it. Oh well, it it what it is.

“I dunno, pasta maybe?”

“Pasta it is.” He complied while opening a box that had ‘non-fridge food’ written on it, and grabbing a package of spaghetti. He knew exactly what dish to make and put on an apron.

Then he laid out the other ingredients needed and began boiling the water. As the man cut the vegetables, you approached him from behind and gave him a hug.

“Can I help?”

“I’d….rather not have you do that.” Arthur carefully admitted and turned to look at you with a sorry smile. “It’s better if you just go watch TV, and let me do the work.”

“But…” you began protesting, noticing the cutting board and the vegetables atop it. “I can help you cut the garlic and tomatoes.”

He pulled you back as soon as you prepared to grab the knife laying beside the board, and clasped your hand close to his chest, “Ah, darling! Don’t do that.” He blurted out.

“W-what, why?”

“Because I wouldn’t want my sweet wife to hurt herself.”

“I won’t, come on Arthur. It’s not like accidentally I’ll cut my finger off and then die.”

At your dreadful words, he hissed in response and quickly said, “Don’t say that.” And stared into your eyes with such determination and intensity that you almost forgot who you were and where.

“R-right, sorry.” You apologised for the gruesome picture you had painted in his mind and awkwardly turned your gaze to the ceramic tiles making up your floor.

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m keeping you from doing the things you want, I don’t deserve you. You shouldn’t have married me.” He explaned dejectedly and looked at the floor, him too.

“It’s fine, I promise.”

Arthur felt you softly caress his cheek and saw you smiling at him.

“I can go watch TV, no problem.”

You left him to his own devices in the cooking area and plopped down on the grey couch and scrolled through films you found uninteresting. Seeing you follow his advice, the man you call husband smiled in satisfaction and went back to cooking.

Throwing yourself on the couch, you groaned in contentment. You got to say that the food absolutely slapped and now your stomach demanded rest. Arthur was way to good at cooking, he seriously belonged in a culinary show or something. You had complimented him for his skills for years now and every time he brushed you off with a humble shrug, saying he isn’t all that and there are better out there.

“Ugh…”

“Don’t fall asleep on the sofa.” Arthur warned, preferring for you to go directly to bed instead of slouching off in the living room. Though if push came to shove, he would carry you.

“I’ll try…” you murmured and closed your eyes despite his words.

Seeing your drowsy form, he chuckled and continued doing the dishes. You on the other hand, struggled to keep yourself conscious and nearly fell to the grasp of sleep multiple times. When you felt yourself drifting off, you forced your eyes open, only to have them close again.

The sudden ring of the doorbell brought back energy, only enough to let you listen in. Arthur had went to the door when hearing it, and he wondered to who it could possibly be. Him and you were new here, so it couldn’t be a neighbour visiting for a friendly chat since no one knew you. He hadn’t ordered anything either and as far as he knew, you hadn’t either.

The man peeked outside through the peephole imbedded in the large piece of wood and saw an unfamiliar man-no older than himself- standing right outside. Compared to his own natural raven hair, the stranger had bleached blonde hair. Sadly it appeared someone hadn’t gotten the bleaching done properly for the strands had a yellow hue to it.

His clothes consisted of a harsh red t-shirt, quiet wrinkly Arthur had so admit. Perhaps did the man outdoors drop the bleach on his jeans as well, when changing hair colour. Because they too were stained with lighter colouration than other parts of them.

Deciding to ask him to what brought him to your home, Arthur graciously opened the door just as he noticed the blonde reaching for the bell a second time since no one had opened, and the lights were on which meant there was indeed someone home. What he didn’t know was that he had been scrutinised by a pair of grey eyes for quite some time.

“Yes, can I help you?” Said Arthur in a polite but firm tone, signaling he wanted no play and get right to it.

The stranger had stepped back a foot when the door abruptly swung open and a very tall-maybe annoyed- man stared down at him. Frankly, he wasn’t that much taller, but it still showed when standing so close to each other.

“Eh, hey.” He greeted, “I’m your new neighbour. Sorry to bother, but you don’t happen to have some eggs you don’t need?”

One of Arthur’s brows shot up at the question, “We do, in fact. Why? You want to borrow some.” The last sentence would have seemed like an inquiry, it clearly wasn’t, based on the tone he used. It was a statement.

The blonde gawkily nodded and laughed stiffly, “Yeah, sorry I get that you got here like today.”

“It’s fine.” Your husband sighed, “but don’t forget to pay us back.”

“Us?” The stranger said, slightly confused.

“Me and my wife.”

“Oh, sorry man. Thought you moved here alone.” He apologised.

Arthur didn’t wish to speak to this man longer than he had to. He would have preferred to slam the door in this rascals face and reject his request for eggs, but even he understood it was something that wouldn’t benefit you in the further. He had to make a good impression on neighbours in order to live without trouble, at least on a social level were you lived. It wasn’t fun to be at odds with your neighbour, you live in the same building after all.

Rolling his eyes, the black haired man left the blonde man at the house entrance to fetch some of the requested food.

While resting, you had listened to their entire conversation. And though you had no idea to who the stranger at the door could be, the voice did sound dreadfully familiar. You had defiantly heard that voice before, long ago. Getting up from your position, you followed your husband from behind and peered over his tall frame to spot a glimpse of the person.

When you saw them. You understood why the voice was so familiar.

Feeling your body stiffen and blood run cold, eyes widening you were only able to mumble, “…W-Weston..?”

Instantly when he heard your voice, the blonde man noticed you. And turned his attention on you with the speed of lightning, intensity burning. You gasped. His expression mirrored yours. The eggs he so wished to borrow splattered on the floor in a yellow goo.

“…(Y-Y/n)…..?” He uttered just as shocked as you currently felt. “What are you…?” Weston wandered off in the middle of his sentence.

As the exchange went on in stunned silence, your husband observed the scene with raised suspicion. Did you know this man?

Weston’s initial shock wore off and his features transformed into a supple smile, he stuttered as he tried to get his thoughts out. “I-it’s been so long….what a-are you doing here?” he heavily exhaled in amazement.

“I…I live here..” your answer was as stiff as a board and you glanced at Arthur, who was also looking perplexed at you.

As if he suddenly understood a hard math problem, Weston perked up, “Oh, are you visiting your sister and her husband? So you currently live with them? I know this is far from your childhood home.”

Damn, he had already began making assumptions. It would be very awkward to correct him now, but you couldn’t lie to him. It would just make things more confusing and complicated in the future when he wondered to why you hadn’t gone back to ‘your’ home.

Your husband reacted before you could, “No, she is not visiting. She lives here and is in fact my wife.” He spat, hating that he created theories on you relationship.

“W-what..?” He forcibly laughed as if he thought he heard wrong, “she’s your wife..?”

“Yes. Now who are you to be so familiar to my (Y/n)?”

“Me?” Weston scoffed, “I’m her boyfriend.”

Not wanting things to become more sour than it was, you hastily broke in, “Were, Weston. You were my boyfriend.” You reminded.

When you were 15 years old, you met Weston at your school. The two of you had been put in the same class and therefore had to work together on assignments, from time to time. Despite having gone to the same school since elementary, you had never properly spoken to each other. Simply overlooking the others existence unless you had to interact. Like, during a game of tag, for example. Those were circumstances you needed to talk, but didn’t further the relationship. Choosing to stay with your respective friend group.

The time you really started hitting it off were when you had a super important assignment that would determine a great deal of your grade that year. So that was when you really focused and took the task seriously, and spoke carefully about what would be a good idea and what wouldn’t. Compared to previous pair work, where you and Weston didn’t speak five sentences to each other, came to an agreement instead of ditching as soon as you could like you had done other times. So it wasn’t weird that you two started hanging out and chatting more now that you found out that the other party wasn’t all that bad, as you might’ve thought.

Aquintances turned to good friends, that became best friends, which eventually blossomed to romance.

Weston was your first boyfriend. He was your first everything, and you were his first as well. As you were so young back then, you stupidly believed you’d stay a couple forever. Reality proved your belief wrong as it does most of the time. When you got older, you wanted to peruse different things. The deduction to break up was mutual, though its reinforcement was mostly you and met with some resistance from Weston. However, it all ended anyway.

Hearing your defiance, Weston yielded. “Yeah….right.”

“You were..dating..” you heard Arthur mumble under his breath, not sure if he wanted an answer or not you still said.

“Yeah, back in high school and such. Sorry, I didn’t know he lived here, too.” The last part you murmured in his ear, quietly.

“Sooo…you’re married!” The blonde exclaimed an unnaturally cheerful voice. “I’m glad, hehe. You did always wish to get married, so that’s great.” He let out an equally strained laugh.

“Eh..yeah, hehe. I guess so.” You pretended that you didn’t remember that he was the one you had wanted to marry in your younger days. And now it was weird since you were indeed married, just not to him. “So you live next door?” Bending down, you collected to egg shells still covering the floor.

“Yeah, I do.” Weston copied your movement to help you clean up the mess he’d made but was stopped by your spouse, who sent him another one of his furious looks.

The tall, dark haired man couldn’t bear to see some pathetic lowlife from the past ruin things between you and him. Things had gone to perfectly smooth in the latest years, and no one-exactly no one- will he let destroy it.

Witnessing your husband aiding you in your job, he retracted his hands and stood there as still as whatever is the ‘still-est’

“Don’t worry, I’ll get some new ones for you.”

“No need, it’s not that urgent. I promise.” he reassuringly stated.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Shrugging, you went to the kitchen to throw away the discarded shells and grab a towel to wipe the egg yolks. When you came back with the paper, your surprise visitor was gone like the wind.

“Where’s Weston?” You asked Arthur, sending him a perturbed expression.

The man told you not to worry, “He’s gone home. It wasn’t urgent, like he said. He said to me he would simply make something else to eat.”

Thinking it was a bit rude to just rush off like that, you couldn’t blame him for it. This unexpected meeting was rather startling. The next time you’d run into him(which you’ll undoubtedly do), you’d try to be as nice as possible to him. Being enemies with neighbours was a freaking pain in the ass. No thanks.

“Okay, I’ll let him borrow things in the future if he’d so wish. “

“That sounds great, honey.” Arthur gazed at you as you closed and locked the front door after Weston’s departure. Then as you ventured back and up to the second floor, leaving Arthur alone in the the same position.

His smile had faded significantly and he muttered, “This can be a problem.”

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famwhy · 1 year

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Yandere Neighbour (Jung Hi)

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A small breath of air leaves your lungs, eyes half-lidded and makeup a mess. A light growl emitted from your stomach, your hands immediately moving downwards to lightly pat it. Another sigh escapes you, the exhaustion within you preventing you from allowing any feeling other than disappointment fill you.

"'Nother disaster date, Noona?" A familiar voice makes its way to your ears, eliciting a reaction from you.

"Was I that obvious?" A small, tired smile crossed your face as you turned to the voice of the familiar person who lived in the apartment next to yours.

"You know, Noona, even when your makeup is a mess, you still look so pretty." There, stood with the usual mischievous smile on his face, was the pinkette you grew to adore, Jung Hi.

Your smile twitched up the slightest bit more as you reached over to ruffle the locks of the male before you. "Thanks Hi."

"My haiirrrrr." He whined, reaching his hands up to fix his locks which were usually in a disarray anyway.

"Get to sleep, Hi, it's too late for you to be up." Your words came out half-slurred, your movements sluggish as you reached for your keys.

"I had to make sure you were okay before going to sleep." The sweet boy sent you a smile, much unlike the man-whore you were with just moments before.

"You're too sweet." Finally opening the door to your apartment, you sent a wave towards the pinkette. "G'night Hi."

"G'night, Noona."

And with that, you shut the door on his face.

♡

"Noona! You're still as pretty as ever!"

"Not now, Hi, I'm so tired." The frown sent your way almost made you give in right then and there. Almost. "Tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright..."

♡

"Noona, you're so beautiful!"

"Awww, you're the sweetest, Hi."

"Anything for you! Um.. Noona... do you think we could-?"

Slam.

"..."

♡

"Noona, you're so gorgeous!"

"How nice of you to say, Hi. You're such a gentleman."

"Only for you. Noona, do you think-?"

Bzzzzt.

"Oh, hang on, I need to answer this."

Slam.

"..."

"Wait, Y/N! I swear it was just a fling, I'm only into you!"

Ah yes, yet another failed attempt at finding love. You shouldn't be surprised, it's happened so many times that you've started to resent men. The only faces that belonged to men that you don't mind seeing is your brother's and Hi's. The two were sweethearts and kept your view of men from turning to shit.

"Look, I'm no longer interested in you so please leave me alone." Had this been your first time with a scummy man, you would have slapped him and ran away but at this point, you were used to it and had grown numb to the feeling.

Besides, you didn't even know this guy's name, it was literally your first date. What? Did he think you were an idiot? Going on about how 'you're the only one he's into'? Yeah right, good luck next time buddy.

Walking to your apartment once more, you contemplated taking a break from dating for awhile. It would be good to focus on yourself, right? Self-care was always important.

Creak.

Your head snapped in the direction of the apartment next to yours, eyes landing on a male (who looked to be quite tall) exiting Hi's apartment. His hair cascaded down to his waist, tied up in a ponytail that swished with every step he took. His golden orbs caused your breath to hitch in your throat, enrapturing you with how gorgeous they looked.

What a handsome man...

Too bad he was probably a scumbag.

You turned your attention back to your neighbour, flinching back upon seeing the expression on his face.

His expression was... dark. His eyes no longer holding a glint in them and his lips thinned out into a straight line instead of the usual mischievous smirk. His stare seemed dead and his demeanour off-putting.

It was terrifying.

But as quick as it was there, it was gone.

"Noona! You're back!"

It made you wonder if you were imagining things.

"Who was that, Hi?" You tilted your head to the side, nodding in the direction of the male who wore a suit.

"That was my friend." He answered your question, "But don't worry about him, you look so so beautiful, Noona."

"Thanks... Hi..." Something about his compliment felt a little off compared to every other compliment he gave you. You didn't like it.

"No, really, you're so amazing, Noona. Your looks are only a small reason for why I love you." Well, Hi sure seemed to be full of surprises since you came back from your 'date'.

"You're so cute, Hi." Deciding to shrug his behaviour off, you reached over to ruffle his hair once more...

Smack.

You stared at him with wide eyes, cradling your stinging hand up to your chest.

Hi seemed just as shocked as you, his expression contorting into a somewhat apologetic one. "Noona! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you like that! I-!"

"It's okay, Hi, maybe I should head inside. You don't seem like yourself today."

Slam.

"..."

"It's not fair though..."

"Noona!"

"Oh, hello Hi! Do you need something?" Hi looked baffled by your response - was he expecting you to react differently?

"I just wanted to apologise about yesterday. I didn't mean to smack your hand away." The way his head lowered to the ground and his expression sunk made it so hard for you to be mad at him. How could you be mad at such an adorable young man?

"It's okay, Hi, we all have our off days." You sent him a forgiving smile. "Besides, how could I ever stay mad at someone as cute as you?"

"... t.. ..e ma.. ... .e."

"Sorry? Could you repeat that?"

"I want you to be mad at me!" The sudden rise in volume caused you to flinch away from the grey-eyed male. "Why won't you get mad at me?! Why won't you hate me like you do every other man?! Why do you look at me with that glint that I know is love but not in the way I want it to be in?! The way I need it to be in!"

"What do you mean 'why'? Do you want me to be mad at you? I could never hate you like I do other men. You're like-."

"DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE! How do you not see?! I'm in love with you damnit! I always have been! But you've never noticed! Or is it that you have noticed but still continue to treat me that way?! How could you do that to me, Y/N?! Why do you always shut the door on me before I even have a chance of asking you out?! Why do you play with my feelings like this?!"

He stopped to take a breath.

"EVERY DAY I am tortured and forced to watch you go on a date with a new man, hoping to find your true love, how are you so blind that you can't see he was right in front of you this whole time?! I'm right here! Stop looking for someone else! Please..."

You watched with frightened orbs as he collapsed to the ground, sobs leaving his mouth as tears streamed endlessly down his face.

You didn't know you had hurt him this much. You thought it was a mere crush that would pass by, but for it to develop to this - maybe it was best if you quickly made your way out of Hi's life. It would hurt, sure, but if you just being there was affecting his mental stability this much, then you'd prefer leaving his life completely.

"Oh, Hi... I'm so sorry." In a last attempt at consoling both him and yourself, you crouched down and reached towards him - intending to help him up.

"I can help myself." His cold tone as he pushed you away was enough for you to snap out of it.

"Oh... well... bye... Hi..." Getting up with a sigh, you made your way over to your apartment door, ready to shut it and distance yourself from the male you had grown attached to forever.

"Wait." A foot wedged its way between the door and the frame, preventing the wooden barrier from shutting. "It's not fair..."

You remain silent.

"It's not fair! I didn't choose to be associated with your goddamn brother for fuck's sake! I wanted you to see a lover in me! Not a stupid family member! I never had a chance and it's not fucking fair!"

"I'm sorry, Hi, I can't control how I see you. It's unfortunate but I see you as a little brother, I really do, and I'm sorry if you're not okay with that but that's the only way I'll ever see you. If you don't want that... then I'm afraid we can never speak to one another again." When he didn't respond, you only sighed. "Goodbye Hi."

Click.

♡

"Noo-."

Slam.

"..."

♡

"Ah, plea-."

Slam.

"..."

♡

"Hear me ou-!"

Slam.

"-t..."

It had been about 2 weeks since you had started ignoring your friend neighbour, Hi. It pained you to slam the door on his face but what had to be done, had to be done. You were clearly impacting his mental health negatively so you had to shut him out of your life as soon as possible, even if it hurt you to do so.

These last few weeks, you hadn't been going on any dates at all, too overwhelmed with guilt to even consider looking at another man in a romantic way. Was it really that painful for Hi to see you with another?

A low exhale left your nose as you fiddled with your keys, the heavy weight on your shoulders growing worse with each lingering moment spent outside your door.

If only you could-.

"Gah!"

A yelp escaped your lips as your body was suddenly pulled in a completely different direction, shocking you enough to jump.

The familiar apartment of a certain pinkhead revealed itself to you, instantly letting you know of what (or rather who) was the cause of your sudden change in route. With a stern gaze, you addressed the male. "Hi, don't do that. I thought I already made it clear to you that I do not wanna talk to you."

"I know but we never properly talked it out." His sunken expression slowly melted your stern one, faltering your stance and making you want to go in for a hug.

No, Y/N, stop it. This is for his own good.

"We-."

"Please, Y/N." You froze.

He used your real name.

He only used that when he was being really serious.

...

It wouldn't hurt to just hear him out, right..?

With a sigh, you motioned for him to continue.

"Thank you!" He lit up like a Christmas tree, eyes holding a hint of the sparkle that used to be so common on him before. "Please, sit." You did as told, sitting down on the comfortable single couch near his TV. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Uh, sure." As he went to go fetch you a beverage, your eyes wandered around the room.

It looked a lot more messy than when you last visited. Pieces of clothing splattered everywhere as beer cans scattered the floor, each one empty and forgotten. The large amount of tissues that were laying around made you wince and scoot your legs away, disgusted by the mere sight.

What was strange, though, was the fact that there was not a single hint of a horrid stench within the room. Instead, there was a lavender smell - one you expressly remember telling Hi that you enjoyed and very much loved. Had he sprayed the room before you arrived? Now why on Earth would he go out of his way to do that when he didn't even bother cleaning it up?

"Here you go." You were snapped out of it as your neighbour placed a cup in front of you, the contents of which were a pinkish tint. "Sorry about yanking you in earlier, it was an impulse decision."

Impulse decision? Hm.

"It's alright, Hi, I understand." Your eyes landed on his form and you were allowed a brief moment to study him.

The darkened crescents resting under his eyes were unusual, Hi was never one to miss a beat when it came to his looks after all.

Come to think of it, everything about his looks were unusual. His hair was in a bigger mess than normal, his clothes an absolute disarray - not to mention, his beloved accessories were no where to be found on his person. He was a complete and utter disaster.

"So, it's been awhile, hasn't it?" As he sat on the couch next to the one you were seated at, he gazed at you with tender eyes.

"It sure has." Averting your orbs, you made no move to continue the conversation.

"You still look as pretty as ever." You showed no signs of saying anything. "I missed you, Noona. So so much."

When your lips stayed sealed, Hi frowned.

"Y/N, I don't like the way you decided to deal with this." His tone was strong, voice unwavering. He was much more mature-sounding than the Hi you knew. "I don't like that you didn't consider talking it out and instead, chose to avoid me completely."

You felt like a child being scolded by a parent. Oh the irony.

"Please, Y/N, let's talk it out."

"Okay." You lifted the cup to your lips, sipping on the substance within it. "Let's talk it out."

"Thank you." The bright smile that crossed his lips was more like the Hi you knew. "Noona, I love you. I have for a while now. My feelings for you are strong and will not go away within the blink of an eye. I would like a chance, a chance to be able to charm you into becoming mine. That's all I ask of you."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Hi." Your eyes closed as a small puff of air left your lips.

"Why not?" Although you could not see his face, you could hear the frown in his voice.

"You know why." You brought the cup up to your lips and took another sip.

"You know why I'm upset then. It isn't fair that you immediately associated me with your younger brother. You didn't even give me a chance to woo you, you won't even give me one now." His voice grew increasingly more frustrated as he spoke, not as much as a few weeks ago but still more than what was usual for him.

"I know... but I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about it. I've always thought of you that way, I can't just.. suddenly get rid of my feelings like that y'know?" The awkward grin you sent him was returned with a deadpan.

"Really?"

"I'm sorry, okay?! I can't really do anything, I'm so sorry Hi, I really am. I just... I can't look at you the same way you do me. You're just too young."

Damn him. He was making you feel guilty even though you didn't really do anything wrong. Now this was unfair.

"I'M TWENTY-!" He caught himself before he could further convince you of his mental state not really being that up to par. "We're only 4 years apart."

"4 years is a lot, I wouldn't even have known you existed if we attended the same school."

"There are so many couples that are 10 years apart! What's wrong with 4?"

"I'm not comfortable with it, is all." The guilt coursing through you was immense in size.

"So what? You don't wanna date me because I was born a few years after you? Something which I can't even control?"

You said nothing.

"You're always looking for love and going on dates with other men, I hate it. They always go wrong in some way or the other and yet you still go on them! How can you not see that the true love you've been searching for has been right in front of you this whole time?! No man could hold a candle to me when it comes to pleasing you! Why do you still go on these awful dates every day?!"

Once again, you didn't respond.

"I just-! I love you so much, Noona, it hurts."

"I'm sorry, Hi, I really am but... I can only see you as a brother."

...

"I know." His sudden acceptance was quite surprising considering his earlier frustration.

"Wait, you-." A sudden wave of exhaustion crashed into you, loosening your finger that were wrapped around the cup given to you.

That's... weird.

"That's why I can't let you leave." The shift in his tone of voice successfully made him sound and look a lot darker than he was before.

"Yuh-you..." Ah, he drugged you..? So that was the pink tint within the tea... Huh, you never expected this from him...

"Oh Noona." You hadn't realised, as you were in a state of daze, that he had walked up to you and was now crouched down before you - his hand resting on your cheek as he softly caressed it. "Even in the state you are in right now, you still look so pretty."

Those were the last words you heard before everything faded away.

When you gained consciousness once more, a cold shiver shot itself down your wrists and to the rest of your body. Unable to ignore it and continue to sleep, your eyes fluttered open.

Immediately, you were met with an unfamiliar setting - or well, unfamiliar setting to wake up to.

This was Jung Hi's room. You knew from how often you had been invited over before.

You moved to sit upright - or, well, you tried to. However, your attempts were proved to be unsuccessful when you kept being tugged back down.

After tumbling over for the umpteenth time and landing awkwardly, you groaned. "Handcuffs? Really?!"

Right. Right. You were just kidnapped by your neighbour, someone who you thought of as a little brother - which is the exact reason why he kidnapped you in the first place...

Hm, you seemed to have gotten yourself in quite the pickle.

Creak.

"Ah, Noona! You're up!" Speak of the devil and he shall appear. "How do you like the room? I didn't have time to prep much but I did add that scent that you always adored!"

"Hi." You regarded him as one would a child. "Please let me go."

"You're doing it again." The way his expression changed so quickly was terrifying to you. "You're treating me as though I'm a child."

"I'm so-."

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR APOLOGIES! I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME!"

The shatter of a vase caused you to flinch, huddling away from the male at the door out of instinct.

"Why are you-?!" His eyes widened, it seemed like he had realised something. "Oh no, Noona, I would never hurt you. I only have love for you, you'll never feel my wrath, I swear to you."

Those eyes, those eyes that were once filled with such innocence and love, were now filled with corruption and infatuation.

And to think, it was all because you refused to see him in any romantic light at all.

Oh well, you'll have the rest of your life to develop feelings for him. It doesn't matter, he'll wait.

As long as it takes.

Oh Noona, you're so pretty.

BONUS!

"You have a crush on your neighbour?" The male with long locks rose a brow as he questioned his friend.

"Yup! Noona is so beautiful and so very kind! I tell her every day and she laughs it off before messing up my hair." Hi sent a happy grin towards the blonde.

"Aren't you worried that she's brother-zoned you?" Upon hearing the words come out of his companion's mouth, Hi's grin slowly faltered.

"Brother.... zoned?"

Brother-zoned?

Is that why you kept going on dates with other men despite his endless amount of compliments and affection he threw at you? You thought of him as a brother...?

"Yeah, does she have a little sibling?" The man bearing a suit continued his questioning.

"Yup! A little brother." Hi's head bounced up and down.

"How old is he?"

"Twenty! Just like...! Me..." Slowly but surely, Hi's happy expression sank, thoughts rushing through his head at 1000 miles per minute.

"Don't you ever think that she misses him and is projecting her feelings onto you? I mean, you're his age and the same gender as him. From the looks of things, you probably share a similar personality to him as well." The tallest guy in the room voiced his concerns but his friend paid him no mind, too busy succumbing to his own thoughts and worries to be able to respond.

Leo was probably right, you saw Hi as a little brother. That must be why you treat him the way that you did. Every time you see a guy, you always scowl or scoff due to your horrible experiences with men but when it comes to Jung Hi, the only thing you can manage to form is a smile along with ruffling his locks. This whole time he thought you did that because you favoured him over the others. Sure, you probably did favour him over the others but that was only because you didn't even see him as a man! Just a boy that needed to be taken care of! It all made so much more sense now! Why couldn't he see all of this before?!

This whole time he was trying to woo you, you didn't even see him as a suitor! You were looking through rose-coloured lenses! That's just-!

"Not fair."

"Huh?"

"IT'S NOT FAIR, HYUNG! I'VE TRIED MY HARDEST TO WIN HER OVER ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT SHE NEVER EVEN SAW ME THAT WAY?! ALL BECAUSE SHE HAS A DAMN BROTHER THAT IS MY AGE AND ACTS LIKE ME?!" Hi's voice raised so suddenly, Leo flinched back and fell back onto the sofa he had apparently risen from during Hi's inner monologue.

"Hey, hey, it's okay Hi." Leo got back up and approached his friend with long strides, slowly placing his hand onto the pinkette's back and patting it lightly. "I'm sure that if you explain to her about how you feel, she'll give you a chance."

Hi's breath grew steadier as his vision slowly started clearing up, his rage dissipating. "You're right, I'm sure Noona will understand. Thanks Leo."

The model mere smiled his friend's way before heading to the door. "Thanks for having me over, Hi."

"Of course! Such a shame Sol couldn't make it." Hi's bottom lip jutted out by the slightest amount, his expression appearing playful but his eyes being anything but.

As Leo made his way out of the door, Hi spotted your figure outside of your own door, your eyes stuck on the figure of his model friend.

Hi's expression turned dull as his stare became somewhat unsettling.

Were you looking at Leo as though he was the only man there? Why did you not notice Hi? He's a man too damnit!

He'll show you...

He'll show you just how much of a man he is.

#yandere #jung hi #yandere male #x reader #female reader #yandere x reader #tw kidnapping #love unholyc #yandere neighbour

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Watashi no Tonari no Yandere-kun

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cookiepie111 · 9 months

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I Think könig likes being chased/desired by his crush,(Kinda why he does what he does in the neighbour post) he really thinks he deserves it and It feeds into his ego. He'd want to poke and flirt with them just enough to have them wondering if he likes them and trying to pursue him, making the effort to run into him more, moving your hand up higher when you touch him. He'll be so smug about it, too, once he's won, you sitting pretty in his lap sweetly singing his praises in his ear

#I'll post the neighbour fic later I'm tired #könig x reader #yandere könig x reader #könig call of duty #könig x black reader #cod fanfic #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #call of duty #call of duty fanfic #obsessive könig #x black reader #x male yandere

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toransuretaa · 1 year

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The Neighbour in Room 203 Disappeared Leaving a Key Behind Drama CD - Bonus Track (2/2)

Warning: R18 Drama CD & Yandere shit

Bonus Track 2: Not a Merchandise

**Iron door opening and closing (?)**

**Footsteps**

Kurama: “Good morning. Today’s weather is nice again.”

Kurama: “You don’t need to be so scared you know. I haven’t done anything scary right?”

Kurama: “I’ve been really gentle with you. It makes me sad when you react like that.”

Kurama: “No, cause you tried to escape again yesterday.”

Kurama: “It’s dangerous around here, so I’ll be troubled if you go off on your own. So I can’t take them off. ”

Kurama: “Hm. I’m sorry. But no, I won’t let you go home. Cause this is going to become your home.”

Kurama: “It’s a bit small, but it’s quiet and the location is nice. It’s the best. You’ll like it soon enough.”

Kurama: “When you don’t feel like escaping anymore, I’ll show you around. There’s a large aquarian nearby.”

Kurama: “Oh. Hm. What to do. I don’t like seeing a girl cry. What should I do.”

Kurama: “Oh. That’s right.”

Kurama: “This is a medicine that makes you happy.”

Kurama: “It’s not good to use it too much, but cause I don’t want to see you cry.”

**Drinking noises**

Kurama: “Sweet right? They say they sweeten it to make it easier to drink. Ehehehe.”

Kurama: “It’s already too late. Ehehe.”

Kurama: “Ah. I only held it in my mouth a little, but it's starting to make even me excited.”

Kurama: “I already want to do it so so much, I can’t help it anymore.”

Kurama: “Same goes for you right? You’re starting to feel like doing stuff that feel nice right?”

Kurama: “I can see it in your eyes. Ehehehe.”

Kurama: “Cause there hasn’t been a girl until now who didn’t become infatuated by this.”

Kurama: “Though they all cried at first, they each quickly became a melted mess with pleasure.”

**Kisses**

Kurama: “But don’t worry, I didn’t make you drink that much. Ehehe.”

**Kisses**

Kurama: “Though you might go crazy from an intense pleasure you’ve never experienced before.”

Kurama: “I want to see your face at that moment.”

**Kisses**

Kurama: “Hehe. You’re already breathing faster. No need to hold it back. Cause you won’t be able to.”

Kurama: “Let’s feel the pleasure together.”

Kurama: “Ehehehe is it scary? It’s gonna be okay. Leave it all to me. I’ll take you to paradise.”

Kurama: “Ehehehe.”

**Sloppy sound**

Kurama: “Look, it’s already soaking wet.”

Kurama: “It can’t be helped right, since your body wants it now. Hehe.”

Kurama: “I’ll put in my fingers.”

Kurama: “Hey, two went in. It’s so hot inside. it’s also slimy and tightening up.”

Kurama: “And it seems like you came a little just by putting them in.”

Kurama: “Will you come again if I move?”

**Sloppy sounds and heavy breathing commence**

Kurama: “Ehe. What a nice voice.”

Kurama: “Ah ehe. You came again. I knew it, this medicine is great.”

Kurama: “Hey, would you feel even better if I rubbed in cream?”

Kurama: “Shall we try?”

Kurama: “So you don’t want to. I see. But it’s better for both of us if you feel more pleasure right? Ehehehe.”

Kurama: “Ah. Aha. Your hips gave a big jolt. You came so hard.”

Kurama: “It must’ve felt really good.”

Kurama: “It also makes me very happy when I see your face like that.”

Kurama: “Let’s come even more.”

Kurama: “Hehe.”

Kurama: “Ehehe. You’re trembling. Ehehe.”

Kurama: “And your pupils dilated.”

Kurama: “Ah. I used less than normal, but maybe it was better to use even less than that.”

Kurama: “Oh well it’s fine. Cause your face drowned in pleasure is super adorble.”

Kurama: “It makes me want to kiss you.”

**Kissing**

Kurama: “When I lick your tongue, your insides twitch.”

Kurama: “Ehehe. Did you come while kissing.”

Kurama: “So cute.”

Kurama: “I’m starting to lose control too.”

Kurama: “I can put it in now right?”

Kurama: “Look, I already got this big.”

**Moaning**

Kurama: “Ah- just now when I entered you, it tightened up so much.”

Kurama: “Geez, did you want it so badly?”

Kurama: “I also wanted you.”

Kurama: “Our feelings are mutual.”

Kurama: “Why? Pleasure equals happiness right?”

**Moaning and sloppy sounds**

Kurama: “See. Your body sayd it wants to feel good.”

Kurama: “It says it wants much much much more.”

Kurama: “Just this much won’t kill you. Humans are sturdier than you’d think after all.”

Kurama: “You won’t die with just this amount.”

Kurama: “It’s fine even if you go into shock. There’s someone who can treat you nearby.”

**Moaning intensifies**

Kurama: “Ah it feels nice.”

Kurama: “Ah I’ll also take the medicine after all.”

Kurama: “Cause I want to feel even more pleasure with you.”

**Drinks**

Kurama: “I wonder if it’ll work with just a little bit.”

Kurama: “Hm. I might’ve come a little.”

Kurama: “I’m starting to become dizzy.”

**Moaning intensifies x2**

Kurama: “Ah. Amazing. Slamming in hard feels amazing.”

Kurama: “They’d all break. I actually know that very well.”

Kurama: “Amazing. You too, your eyes are completely rolled back.”

Kurama: “Your tears are streaming out from the pleasure.”

**Moaning intensifies x3**

Kurama: “Me too.”

Kurama: “It feels so good it makes my eyes roll back.” (1)

Kurama: “I really can’t anymore.”

Kurama: “I’m gonna let it out.”

Kurama: “I’m coming.”

Kurama: “I’m gonna let it out so take it in.”

**Moaning intensifies x4**

**>///<**

Kurama: “Ah. It won’t calm down at all.”

Kurama: “You can tell that it’s still hard inside of you right?”

Kurama: “Huh? Ah. You fainted. Ah what should I do? I still can’t calm down at all.”

Kurama: “I guess it can’t be helped.”

Kurama: “Even when you’re unconscious, it still twitches.”

Kurama: “I’m sorry. I’ll use it until I calm down. Your insides.”

**Moaning commences again**

**Pause**

**Yawns**

Kurama: “Good morning.”

Kurama: “It’s okay, it already calmed down right?”

Kurama: “It was like a new recipe. I’m not too familiar with these kinds of things, but since they sold it.”

Kurama: “Even if you touch it now, you don’t feel so much pleasure that it makes your eyes roll anymore right?”

Kurama: “See.”

Kurama: “Right?”

Kurama: “Is that so?”

Kurama: “I get it, I won’t use it anymore.”

Kurama: “I don’t want to break you.”

Kurama: “Cause unlike the others, you’re not a merchandise.”

Kurama: “I won’t use it anymore.”

Kurama: “I promise.”

Kurama: “Pinky promise.”

Kurama: “Merchandise? Oh, humans.”

Kurama: “Especially young girls are my best merchandise.” (T/N: this guys is absolutely nutsssss)

Kurama: “My cute little merchandise are all living a happy life now somwhere.”

Kurama: “When everyone is happy I’m also happy!”

Kurama: “Ehehe. Ehehehehe.”

Kurama: “Ah. But even amongst them, you’re special. Unlike the other girls, it’s fine as long as only I make you happy.”

Kurama: “That’s why, let’s be together forever.”

Kurama: “I love you.”

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Tracks

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Bonus 1 | Bonus 2

#The Neighbour in Room 203 Disappeared Leaving a Key Behind #203 Gou No Rinjin Ha Kagitaba Hitotsu Nokoshi Te Kie Ta #203号の隣人は鍵束一つ残して消えた #dramacd #transalation #english #male yandere #bonustrack2

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greetings to you, darling.

did you just move in recently? ah, yes, by the house next door, right?

what is it like living in this neighbourhood so far? I hope everybody has been treating you well, dear.

oh, you wish to know about me? how sweet of you, hun.

you can call me rei, or your 'lovely neighbour' if you'd prefer to do so. ;)

oh, you wish to know more about the rest of the people living here....?

you're a curious one, aren't you?

oh, uh, don't worry, simply follow the tales i speak of, and you shall know about them soon;

[MASTERLIST]

though, if I were you, I would stop questioning the people living here.

after all...

you never know what secrets one might be hiding from you, sweetheart.

#yandere #rei #your-yandere-neighbour #intro post #yandere blog #new blog

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cheesus-doodles · 2 years

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Are you still continuing neighbor sukuna or is it lost to the wind 🥲

Masterlist

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ngl this is the first time anyone has ever asked me about neighbour sukuna... i don't know what to think

I don't mind writing more I suppose? Just haven't thought about it or JJK in forever BAHAHAHHA

#cheesus answers #neighbour sukuna #sukuna x reader #yandere jjk x reader #jjk x reader

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l0vergirls · 8 months

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just a little something that's been on my mind for a while now, like it's actually rotting my brain.

cw: stalking, a bit nsfw near the end, just general yandere stuff, not proof-read!!!!! so sorry if its a bit messy !!!!

★ (romantic) yandere!batfam x reader

imagine being the shared darling of the batfam.

it only takes one of them for the rest to fall in love with you, too.

let's say you meet tim during one of the days he actually decides to go to class, and he's thanking the heavens he did.

slowly, he starts to integrate himself into your daily life, and into your friend group. they all love him, of course. who wouldn't love the kind, funny, and handsome tim drake?

during all of this, he'd already told his brothers about you, and because they can't hide anything from bruce, he finds out about you too. unsurprisingly, they come to appreciate you as much as tim has.

and suddenly, you get a particularly handsome new neighbour in the apartment across from you (which you didn't know was even up for rent) and somehow always seems to be in the middle of stripping when you're home. almost as if he can feel your eyes on him. of course, you make sure not to get caught, and avert your eyes as soon as the cloth leaves his waist.

later, you find out his name is jason, and make a good friend out of him. he smokes on his balcony, while you drink coffee on yours.

barely a week after that, you get a new regular at the café you work at. his name's dick grayson. he says it's probably best for you to yell out his last name for his orders too. he's a detective, which explains the late nights he comes into the café. he's always got a stupidly handsome smile on his face, which only adds onto his neverending charm.

and during the occasion that you're walking home alone, you always seem to run into one of the many vigilantes that guard gotham.

you meet both batman and robin during one of your walks home. you're not scared of them, as most people are; you're merely fascinated at the tall figure that towers over you, and his more colourful counterpart that is also taller than you. robin seems to be just a couple years younger than you. and batman... you can't seem to get a read on the man.

you greet them both as calmly as you can, a small smile on your lips. you get nods of acknowledgment from both of them, which you suppose is the most you're getting.

batman doesn't seem to like that you're walking alone, so he sends robin to walk you home. you don't understand why, and you tell them you've walked this route many times already, that they probably have worse things to take care of.

he tells you that you can never be too sure in gotham. with the way he says it, in that gravelly tone, you can't find yourself to disagree.

on your walk, now with robin's company, you feel safer. you also find out this robin is a man of few words, very unlike the last few robins yet much like batman.

the next night, you run into red robin, who has an air of familiarity around him. he's real friendly— in fact, it's almost like talking to a friend. you think you've seen his smile before.

the night after that, you meet nightwing in all of his spandex-clad glory. he's charming, almost flirty.

and for a week, you don't bump into any of the vigilantes, but you do feel watched. you should be frightened, by all means, but you have a feeling deep in your stomach that tells you they won't hurt you. whoever they are.

you see red hood after that week. he's the more intimidating one of the bunch, you reckon. you've nothing to be scared of, knowing he (along with all the others) only goes after the real awful people. you're not guilty of anything, as far as you know.

his voice is almost robotic, as if being run through a voice changer. it doesn't do much to help his image, though you suppose that's the point. he asks what a little thing like you is doing walking around these parts. you say you're just heading home, like all the times you've met one of them.

he lets you on his motorcycle. if you were paying enough attention, maybe you would've felt his heart beating a mile a minute.

your days go on like this for a while. class, work, walk home with one of gotham's protectors. rinse and repeat.

unbeknownst to you, cameras have been planted all around your apartment. in many angles of your bedroom too, save for your bathroom. they've decided to give you privacy in there. no matter how much dick begged.

though they do have clips saved of you walking around in just a towel, or your underwear. god knows what they're doing with those.

but truly, can you blame them? you've invaded the deepest crevices of their minds, your smell lingering on their noses, and the shape of your lips following them in their dreams.

oh, they can vividly see— almost feel your lips on theirs, and they wonder what you look like when your face is scrunched up from pleasure, as their fingers enter you.

but they'll have to wait a little longer. and they'll be damned if they lose you, when you're playing right into their hands.

this got so long !!!! i had to let this all out somewhere <//3 definitely gonna add more but i needed to cut it off at this 😭😭😭😭

#might focus on tim's part in all this next time!!!#tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #damian wayne x reader #dc x reader #batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere x reader #— dc.#— the bats.#— yan writes.

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Watashi no Tonari no Yandere-kun

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sweet-as-an-angel · 2 months

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how about yan!dilf finding out that his darling has an onlyfans account?

Yandere DILF! Reaction to You Having an OnlyFans

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Manipulation, Blackmail, Infidelity, Pet Names, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except You.

Wordcount: 4364 words

♡ Good Lord, WHO gave this man internet access.

♡ Going to keep it real with you, babe, you’re finished if he finds your OnlyFans account. And so is he (in more ways than one) – but more on that later.

♡ Let’s say Domninic’s many, many hours of internet sleuthing (stalking) have led him to the pearly gates of your Only Fans account, the only thing separating him from whatever lies on the other side being a pay wall. One of the only kinds of walls that can’t stop Dominic.

♡ Of course, he buys a subscription. Of course, he does it under an alias, through an unlisted online banking app, on a burner laptop.

♡ And, upon seeing what you’re offering, he’s glad he took so many precautions.

♡ At first, the two emotions Dominic has felt most commonly throughout his lifetime flash in his ribcage, dance along the edge of his eyelids – make his eyes grow heavy.

♡ Lust and rage.

♡ Lust for the obvious. Rage for that which shouldn’t have angered Dominic.

♡ In a lot of ways, Dominic is a traditionalist; one’s significant other is for their partner and nobody else (even if Dominic doesn’t abide by this logic himself). Thus, to see you, the person he wishes he’d married, the person he knows is fated to be his, spreading their legs for any guy with enough money to buy a coffee, mortifies him.

♡ One, because you’re his. Two, because you sell yourself for such a low price.

♡ Dominic’s too wrapped up in his wrath to see to the vague throbbing between his legs. He’ll just make it Marilyn’s problem later when she returns from book club or whatever it is she does these days – and continue to make it her problem well into the morning when she struggles to emerge from bed, her legs buckling beneath the weight of his anger.

♡ For now, he paces around his office, checks the camera inside the bear he’d given to you months before.

♡ How had he not noticed sooner? He watched the footage from that bear enough times that he can recite everything you’ve ever said, can predict everything you’re going to do, has memorised all the unconscious quirks you adopt when you think no one’s watching.

♡ Dominic comes to the conclusion that you must be conducting your business in another location. One where you won’t be so easily found.

♡ Sure, he could go out, follow you to this location when you think you’re alone. He could even pay someone else to do it. But, amidst his rage, an idea sparks.

♡ No, he has a much better, much more cunning trick up his sleeve.

♡ The next day, Dominic comes to you with an offer he knows you can’t refuse.

♡ “Marilyn and I are going out tomorrow night and we’d like for you to babysit the boys for us.”

♡ You tried to refuse. You tried to make up a reason less nefarious than the one you held in your mind as to why you couldn’t do it. And Dominic only smiled, his eyes never crinkling, the sentiment never reaching them. He looked through you.

♡ He offered to raise your pay to an amount you both couldn’t accept and couldn’t pass up.

♡ This newfound amount was, considering how few subscribers you had on OnlyFans, irresistible. A godsend, in some respects. Especially when Dominic began taking his wife out more and more frequently, needing you to care for his children more often than not.

♡ To Marilyn, Dominic was finally, finally, trying to fix their marriage. To make good on the world he’d promised her those twenty-or-so years ago when he’d imprisoned her in a loveless marriage.

♡ To you, Dominic was being an understanding neighbour who was offering you a chance at a normal living wage out of the kindness of his heart.

♡ To Dominic, it was all a ploy to get you right where he wants you.

♡ The weeks passed. Dominic kept a close eye on your OnlyFans page.

♡ It would soon be time for you to upload your newest batch of material. If you ever found the time to do so, of course. What, with all the extra work Dominic had given you, he wouldn’t be surprised if you’d forgotten. Or simply hadn’t the time.

♡ It mattered little to Dominic now. He knew he had you on the ropes.

♡ The shift from one foot to the other as he offered you yet another night to babysit his boys, only for your eyes to lower. Uneasy.

♡ You’d tried the old “I’m sorry, Mr. Laurier–”

♡ “Please, (Y/N), we’ve been over this.” He smiles down at you. “Call me Dominic.”

♡ You try again.

♡ “Dominic – I’m sorry, but I just don’t think I’ll be able to tonight–”

♡ And Dominic used the tried and tested: “Oh…is it the pay? I can pay you more, if that’s the issue–”

♡ Issue. You’re making a problem out of this, not him.

♡ You backpedal. You sigh. You try to stand your ground.

♡ Unfortunately for you, the ground you’re standing on is merely a sheet Dominic is going to pull out from under you at any moment.

♡ You tried. Really, you did. Tried to reject Dominic’s kindness.

♡ And he looks down at you. He’s too beautiful for a grimace, he knows this. He puts on a mask he’s sculpted just for this moment – the false front.

♡ “I see,” he says, his voice low. His gaze shifts off to the side. He pretends to look for the right words to say. He already has them in his back pocket.

♡ “I understand. It’s just that…well…” He sighs. Places a hand on his hip. A change in posture. Something’s shifted about him. You’re paying attention, the oncoming of regret starting to form in the pit of your stomach.

♡ Dominic looks you dead in the eyes.

♡ “Don’t…tell anyone I told you this,” he looks behind him. Turns back to you. “But, Marilyn and I don’t really trust anyone else with our babies – we only keep asking you because…well, you’re brilliant with them.”

♡ He says it like it’s common sense. Flattery is every manipulator’s best friend.

♡ He senses reservation in you. He keeps going.

♡ “And…no, forget it, it’s fine. We’ll just cancel,” he smiles down at you. This time, the smile does reach his eyes. Makes it look like he’s hiding something else. Sorrow.

♡ You gasp inwardly, you take a step towards him.

♡ “Oh, I’m sorry! No, no, I can watch them tonight. I’ll just…do my work tomorrow,”

vYou try to smile. Dominic’s becomes genuine.

♡ “You sure? We–” Marilyn and I, halve the blame– “wouldn’t want to be keeping you from anything important.”

♡ You assure him they aren’t. That he isn’t. He’s won this round.

♡ He puts his hand on your shoulder. You’ve known each other long enough now that this is no longer a gesture that would inflict upon Dominic a problem he’d be lumbered with until he can, quite literally, take it into his own hands, and that you don’t flinch beneath his touch.

♡ There will be time enough for that. He knows this.

♡ And so, Dominic leaves you with an estimation of the time of his outing and his arrival.

♡ “We’ll be back before you know it,” he says. He smiles at you from the front door, the handle in his grip. He leaves, his victory ringing in his head, making his heart thrum.

♡ And he didn’t even need to bust out the old ‘My marriage is failing’ shtick.

♡ True to his word, Dominic and his wife leave early into the evening, a rehash of their sons’ bedtimes and snack preferences no longer necessary. Second nature to you now.

♡ Your work – your OnlyFans content – played on your mind for the whole evening. Time seemed to slip away and stand still – paradoxy – as you pleaded inwardly for Dominic and Marilyn to return.

♡ The hours bled into one another, tearing away from what you could have been doing instead of guarding the house while Marilyn’s children slept upstairs, for truly they were more Marilyn’s offspring than they were Dominic’s.

♡ A half hour passed. Forty-five minutes. An hour.

♡ You came to face the possibility – the likely reality – that you would simply have to announce to the few followers you had that there would be no new content this month; that you would supply them with what they paid for twice over in a few weeks’ time. And pray that you actually had an audience patient enough to outlast your absence before that.

♡ Amidst your planning of damage control, an idea poked its head from the shadows. A failsafe. A sequel to your desperation.

♡ You could always just…take a few pictures here.

♡ The idea flashed in your mind like a life alternate to your own; past, with the certainty of already having been lived. All consequences already tangible. Foreseen.

♡ Perhaps that was why the anxiety associated with such expeditions into unfamiliarity had failed to catch up with you.

♡ Or, perhaps something masked it. Desperation, or one of its subsidiaries.

♡ Of course, you tried to stifle the idea. Tried to suffocate it with the smoke through which it walked. Though, its fiery grasp had mastered the art of survival.

♡ It wouldn’t go away. Much like Dominic’s lingering gaze whenever his wife was out of eye-shot and only you remained.

♡ Ten minutes crawled by and you almost wished for the rapidity with which the last hours had passed to find you, seek you out amidst this frozen landscape Time had entombed you in.

♡ And, as is the folly of man, you entertained that which should not be. You considered the likelihood – the schematics – of indulging such a proposition.

♡ Nobody was home and the boys were asleep, out of the way. Most rooms were large enough and devoid of personality so to mask your location – especially if the Lauriers had more of the sterile white sheets they laid their bed with.

♡ Then, a memory.

♡ A basement, tucked away between the folds of your psyche as its location within the house. You recalled the couple having one – a sizable one at that – when Dominic had invited you down there with him to retrieve more seating for his lawn party.

♡ You knew where it was. Knew where the keys were kept.

♡ And so, with a hammering heart and a withering step, you sought your fortune.

♡ The keys were easily enough discovered. As was the creaking door of the basement. And, upon your descension – biblical in your visage as the light from the hallway, dim as it were, cast a glow about your silhouette amidst the depths of the basement – you found precisely what you needed.

♡ A space – clean, untouched – equipped with white sheets covering a mass of boxes. Sure, they were creased; stained with Age’s attempts at youth, gripping onto the sheets and leaving his spectral marks – wrinkles – in their cotton-thin sheets, but they were there.

♡ You cast a keen ear to the ceiling, the living room floor, every few minutes as you looked for a place to start filming, a place to lay the sheets down, something to cover your face.

♡ You find a place, retrieve a Halloween mask from one of the boxes, and, without much deliberation, begin filming.

♡ What you do is nobody’s business but your own. Well, yours and the hungry men who survey your account for any crumbs you deign to feed them.

♡ What you don’t hear through the conduct of your business is the return of the home’s owner.

♡ Dominic hung up his coat, made little show of announcing his presence, and went straight for the basement.

♡ Don’t ask how he knew you’d be there.

♡ His steps grew more deliberate, louder, the closer he grew.

♡ You didn’t even know he was home until it was too late.

♡ At the height of your percussion, just when you were about to reach the moment of your video that would make the lead up worth it, something hit the floor behind you.

♡ You jumped. Whipped round to see what had happened.

♡ And there was Dominic. Hair black as the corners of the room, eyes void of any discernible emotion as he looked down at you, arms crossed over his chest, the top of his shirt undone by two buttons, not even out of his work clothes.

♡ You fumbled, the apologies, explanations and defences lodged in your throat as you choked to get them out, slamming your thighs together and reaching for the camera in your bid to shut it down. You tore the mask from your head, revealing blushed cheeks and a light sheen of sweat forming from the neck up.

♡ Dominic made sure to stay out of the camera’s line of sight, to remain only an anonymous spectator as he circled the room. He said nothing. Did nothing. Just watched and waited, walking.

♡ It was only after he knew the camera was off, your confidence in tatters around you, that he approached.

♡ You tried explaining, but he just shushed you.

♡ “No need to explain, my Dear,” he told you. He sighed, deeply, brought the corner of his lip between his teeth. He donned the veneer of disappointment.

♡ “I suppose I’m just…shocked,” he said. He leaned against a stack of boxes, solid against his back. He ran a hand through his hair and looked off somewhere. “I never knew you were…that kind of person,”

♡ The way he said that, like it had bleached his tongue just to speak it, made your heart sink lower.

♡ “I mean, what do we do now?” He made sure he gave you an incredulous glance, feigned disappointed abashment. “I pay you to look after my sons and I find you here, doing…” He looked to the camera, briefly, then away. As if he could still see what you had done on the tiny screen attached to it.

♡ You apologised profusely, tried to defend yourself: “Mr. Laurier, please – I didn’t– I never–”

♡ He didn’t interrupt you. He let you tie yourself in knots. Like a pretty present, all for him.

♡ Once you had exhausted your ability to explain yourself, Dominic let your fear hang for a moment, let it sink before you like a darkness bowing the ceiling above you. The singular lightbulb flickered.

♡ Dominic sighed. Pushed off the boxes. Came to you.

♡ “Honestly, (Y/N), if you were that desperate for money, you could’ve just asked.”

♡ He knew that wasn’t why you were doing this. But he also knew you’d accept whatever out he gave you. You listened.

♡ “Have I not been paying you enough? Have I misvalued your capabilities for this position?”

♡ The way his eyes flickered to your locked-together legs as he said position made your skin shiver.

♡ “Or…” he looked down on you. Relaxed his posture.

♡ “Is there perhaps some other reason you chose to…conduct yourself here?”

♡ When you didn’t answer, trying to decode his crypticism, he cocked his head ever so slightly to the side.

♡ “Could it be that you…wanted me to find you like this?”

♡ You tried to deny it, tried your utmost to say you’d never do such a thing to anyone, least of all your married neighbour and employer, but Dominic would hear none of it.

♡ “I’m flattered, really.” He says. He cast his eyes down, as if mulling over a secret. “My wife and I’s deteriorating marriage must be worse than I thought if it was so apparent to you of all people.”

♡ You knew such a comment, especially under these circumstances, shouldn’t have stung the way it did. Dominic only let you ruminate on it for a moment.

♡ “Maybe you wanted to show me something you knew Marilyn couldn’t.”

♡ Your jaw dropped. Dominic came to stand behind the camera. He toyed with it, general, not looking at anything in particular. You begged that he wouldn’t find a way to review the footage.

♡ Domonic stood back, looked down at you.

♡ “How about a compromise,” he offered. You watched him, eyes wide, heart pounding, stomach churning, breath short. He gave a pale smile.

♡ “You help me burn off some of the tension I’ve had building up over the last few weeks,” his eyes darkened. “And we’ll never speak a word of what happened here tonight.”

♡ Your words caught in your throat again.

♡ You knew Dominic was attractive, sure, but to help him cheat on his wife? And one so kind and loving as Marilyn–

♡ Your head span. Dominic had thrown you a lifeline.

♡ With a sigh, you evaluated your options.

♡ Your OnlyFans rarely made enough money to keep you financially independent, even for a short while; you had more to lose if you couldn’t keep your babysitting job. And you knew there was no chance Dominic would let you babysit again if he thought this was what you’d be doing during the dark hours of the evening.

♡ And what if he told Marilyn? What if she told their neighbours, your parents–

♡ In your vulnerability, your worry for your own preservation, you quietly agreed.

♡ And besides, you rationalised with yourself as the weight of the situation, of Dominic settling behind you, sank in. Better for Marilyn that he’s doing this with me rather than someone she doesn’t know, right?

♡ Given your bottom half was already bare, Dominic didn’t have to waste time undressing you himself. Though, under any other circumstances, he’d have jumped at the privilege.

♡ He’d often dreamed of this entire process being slower, gentler, and in the comfort of a bed in some lush space – usually a hotel. Not the sheet-covered ground of his cold basement.

♡ That evening, the mask Dominic wore was that of the common thief, for from you he stole your dignity. Your future.

♡ What you hadn’t realised was, as Dominic had been stood by the camera, he’d set it to record. Premeditated.

♡ You didn’t question why he pulled the mask from beside you onto his head. You just assumed, in your post-panic haze, that this was something he was into. Something he hid from Marilyn.

♡ Dominic still wore his work pants and had them pulled down to the bottom of his thighs. He’d also done away with his shirt from what you could feel of his skin; he radiated heat like you’d never felt before, even when you’d been in close proximity to him prior to this.

♡ You didn’t even have chance to think of much, to let the guilt and abashment of this whole situation weigh in on you as, with Dominic’s hands about your waist as if to steady you, he pushed in, filling you by an inch or two.

♡ You were easy to penetrate given your recent activity, but that only served to quell the stretch by a slight margin. You gasped, jolted, and Dominic’s grip about your middle tightened. He pulled you back, inadvertently pushing more of himself into you. You bit your lip, trying not to enjoy the mortifying implications of this entire affair, the feeling of being filled by the man who held your future in his hands.

♡ He was, regardless of whether you’d done this before, nothing like you’d ever experienced. He alternated between being gentle and rough, eventually lodging himself inside you entirely and guiding you up and down his shaft at a rate that suggested patience. Just a minute later, he’d pick up the pace, pulling out and slamming back in, pushing you down so he could reach the deeper parts of you.

♡ And all the while, you could feel a tightness below your stomach. One which, to your panic, strengthened whenever you considered that you were helping a married man cheat on his wife, that your situation was buried beneath so many layers of complexity you feared you’d never see the light of clarity again.

♡ A married man. One who, if his soft touches and stifled moans were anything to go by, held rather a fondness for you in this moment.

♡ Dominic didn’t talk at all throughout the entire encounter, opting only to communicate with an occasional squeeze to your thighs, reaching around to your front to touch you in ways that had you whining and crying, and tugs to your hair whenever you tried to hide your face in your hands.

♡ The whole sordid affair hadn’t unfolded exactly how Dominic had wished – dreamed – it would.

♡ In his dreams, it had been gentler – consistently so. More private. Though, no less taboo.

♡ Now, he was harsher. Rough, though not enough to hurt you. Just enough to make sure you felt every inch of him; just what these subscribers of yours would pay to see.

♡ Dominic pressed close to you as the camera recorded, your face exposed for whoever came into possession of the video to see.

♡ Of course, so long as you remained an obedient little pet, Dominic would never have to release it to anyone.

♡ The transaction, one which left you breathless and sweltering, finished only when Dominic did. He made sure you were satiated, too, something to think about over the coming weeks as you curated more content for your subscribers, every moment no doubt a reminder of your encounter with him.

♡ Afterwards, he removed himself, though with much hesitance. He’d finally, finally attained that which he wanted most – you – and yet it hadn’t been under the circumstances he’d romanticised for so long.

♡ He tried not to think about it, storing it with the rest of the undesirable humanisms he had locked away elsewhere in his psyche. He focussed only on how explosive it had felt, how…alive he was in comparison to all the other times he’d been with someone, using them as nothing more than a mannequin to pump himself with rather than someone to give himself to.

♡ He let you lie on the floor, a blanket draped over you as he sorted himself out. He clicked the camera off, took out the memory card and kept it firmly attached to his palm – all while you weren’t looking, weren’t listening, senses still dazed with all Dominic had given you, done to you.

♡ As he removed the mask, there was a sheen to his skin and a passive glint in his smile that suggested something inhuman and false about him. Something you discovered too late, it would seem.

♡ After that evening, you had no choice but to continue on as if nothing had happened. For so long as Dominic was in possession of that night – that memory card – nothing had. You, of course, knew nothing of the card at first. Not until Dominic had let it slip that the camera had been rolling the entire time.

♡ And still, you didn’t question his use of the mask. The serendipitous timing of it all. You could hardly breathe for the ocean boiling in your stomach, your heart bleaching white and your brain paling as you realised you’d just filmed a sex tape that could ruin not just your life, but Dominic’s too.

♡ Oh, if only you knew just how little Dominic cared.

♡ Dominic told you not to worry, that he’d salvaged the memory card and put it somewhere safe only to now return it to you.

♡ He’d duplicated the video, of course. That, he kept somewhere even safer.

♡ Sure, he’d allowed you to upload it to your account when you asked him with wide eyes, your face blurred and his figure already unrecognisable to any of your simps. You still needed content, after all, so why not profit off your late-night tryst with your neighbour?

♡ Which was what led you to come to him now, eyes downcast as he stood before you, arms crossed, smile ready to split his face in half and reveal the parasites that made up his interior.

♡ The truth you gave him? Your account had garnered a great deal of traction since your…uploaded encounter. About three thousand new subscribers, to be exact.

♡ “Oh?” Dominic offered. “And why are you telling me this, mon Chèr? Do you plan on splitting your earnings with me?”

♡ He graced you with his charm, his humour. Tried keeping the situation light.

♡ A redness rolled across your face. Dominic smiled, slim and sly, and allowed you to foster his silence, his attention.

♡ You suggested filming something else. Something that could make the guilt you felt for your last encounter with him feel half worth it.

♡ Nothing ever would, of course. But you could at least try.

♡ And so began a lustrous alliance between yourself and Dominic, the man who had once been your neighbour, then your employer, now your owner.

♡ He used you as he pleased, donned the mask and bent you over under the guise of being the conduit for your growing fanbase. In reality, the scorching, pulsating, blistering reality you inhabited with him, you were his. His star who he made and will break when he sees fit.

♡ So long as he had that memory card, and the growing catalogue of blackmail you keep adding to in your bid to chase what you thought was the weight of your self-worth in cash, you were his.

♡ Infidelitous, yes. But that mattered little to Dominic. Nothing mattered more now that he had you in his hands, whimpering for him, coming undone for him, all while he maintained the safe anonymity of both his mask and the façade of a loving, caring family man.

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