#HE’S SO. HE’S SO. 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞🔪🔪🔪🔪‼️‼️‼️

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a lil disclaimer before you dive in: this goes pretty dark. we’re talking obsession, stalking, breaking and entering, some seriously pervy vibes, and even murder. i just want to say that i absolutely do not condone any of this behavior in real life— this is all purely fictional and should stay that way, okay? if this typa story isn't your vibe, no worries!!!!! protect your peace and scroll on. take care of yourselves😚💞‼️

 ੈ✩‧₊ content: 18+/MDNI. 5.3k+ words. smut, language, baekhyun x f!reader--baekhyun is a psychologist and reader is a bakery owner, no ages specified, but i was thinking mid-late twenties!! they're also next-door neighbors 🙂‍↕️ hehe

baekhyun sits on the edge of his desk in his dimly lit home office, the dissertation on his computer screen long forgotten. his eyes drift to the sheer curtains, gently moving with the breeze from his open window. hours pass quietly, and his patience grows thin, stretched to its limit. hidden behind the ghostface mask, his deep brown eyes stay locked on you, his alluring neighbor next door.

outside, the world blurs into the background as he tunes out the laughter of the children in your care, his gaze completely captured by your captivating presence. earlier, he had seen the parents wave goodbye, their silly costumes hinting at a halloween party awaiting them. it was no surprise they chose you to babysit tonight; you were the life of the party, casting a spell on the kids in a way that even sabrina spellman would envy.

every movement of yours is etched into the chaotic corners of his mind. you embody perfection as you effortlessly play dress-up with the kids, sharing sweet treats and settling in for another tim burton film. that beautiful smile adorns your lips—a smile that, while it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, is enough. enough to delight the children, enough to maintain appearances. but baekhyun sees beyond the surface; he can read the subtle nuances that betray your true feelings. he knows that if these were your children—his and yours—you would shine with a warmth and devotion that’s unmistakable. the mere thought triggers a fire within him, sending a rush of desire coursing through his veins, and a low groan escapes his lips. but how could he ever convince you to have his kids when you don’t see him that way?

he knows he needs a plan—a way to draw you in and make you see the real him. in his mind, he's a catch, someone truly special. he tells himself he's a good guy, a smart one, too, with a promising career as a psychologist and a hefty retirement plan waiting for him. he believes he’s perfect for you, convinced that he could take care of you in ways no one else could. little does he realize, he’s always watching from the shadows, convinced that his intentions are pure, even as his obsession grows deeper.

and after all, he knows so much about you. he’s aware that you’ve recently moved here from a few towns over, stepping into a new life as a single woman with no kids. he would never forget seeing you for the first time. it was a sunny spring day, the weather was perfect, the moving truck parked in the drive way out front, while watching your family and friends help unload and organize the furniture in your new house. 

you’ve opened a small, cozy bakery, every pastry crafted with love and care. the warm, inviting space reflects your personality—painted in shades of your favorite color. scattered horror movie posters, especially scream, show your love for slasher films.

from his office window, he watches. he can see straight into your living room, where your tv bathes the room in a soft light. you’re always lounging on the couch in those tiny shorts that make his mind race. weekends are your time, dedicated to marathons of horror films, with scream playing over and over, clearly your favorite.

you’re all alone in that big house, and he can’t shake the feeling that you need him. he’d be the missing puzzle piece—fitting you perfectly. he imagines himself slipping into your life, the one who helps you at the bakery and shares your love for horror. he envisions nights where your screams of pleasure would align perfectly with the shrieks on the screen as he brings you to your climax, down on his knees before you, his head between your legs. 

baekhyun fondly recalls the day, just after your move-in, when the mailman mistakenly dropped your letters into his mailbox. a wicked grin spread on his face at the memory; finally, he could introduce himself. after thirty minutes of rehearsing his lines in front of the mirror, he stands at your door, donning his friendliest smile, excitement bubbling just beneath the surface. 

when the door swings open, he’s struck breathless by your presence—so devastatingly beautiful, you. he notices the broom in your hand, hinting that you’ve been tidying up. you wore denim overalls over a simple tank top. your hair is swept up in a claw clip, with a few loose strands gently framing your face. sweat glistens on your forehead, clinging to the sides of your cheeks, accentuating your expression of confusion.

“oh. um, hi? can i help you?” you ask politely, a hint of an awkward smile gracing your lips.

baekhyun snaps out of his daze, realizing he’s been standing there in silence. he clears his throat, shaking off the momentary haze before speaking, “hi, i’m your next-door neighbor, baekhyun. welcome to the neighborhood. um, i believe this is yours; it was in my mailbox.” he offers you the mail, his nervousness evident in his slightly trembling hands.

you invite him inside for a glass of lemonade, gratitude dancing in your eyes as you thank him for the mix-up. with a playful tone, you mention how you’re still getting used to the kindness of people in smaller towns. as you lead him to the kitchen, you apologize for the clutter of boxes and bubble wrap scattered around. he takes a seat at the table, casually glancing around while you fetch the drinks. his eyes wander to the living room bookshelf, where a few self-help books catch his attention. baekhyun, not missing a beat, shares that he’s a psychologist, mainly focusing on writing dissertations to bring fresh perspectives to cognitive psychology. you find his work captivating—so much so that you tell him, with genuine admiration, that people like him make the world a better place.

oh, if only you knew.

as you talk, you weave together the threads of your life—how you left everything behind after a painful breakup with the man you once believed would be you’d grow old and gray with. the memory stings, recalling how he would betray your trust with your best friend while you were away on business trips. you share how that heartbreak changed everything, ultimately guiding you to this charming old house that now feels like home. 

you explain how you quit your old job, a role that never truly fulfilled you. then, your eyes light up as you reveal your childhood dream of opening a bakery—a dream you’re finally chasing. you’ve even signed the lease for a cute little space right in the heart of downtown, a step closer to making that dream a reality. 

unbeknownst to you, as you sit beneath the soft glow of your kitchen light, baekhyun feels an overwhelming wave of desire wash over him. he’s rock hard beneath the kitchen table, ever since you opened the door and welcoming him in. he’s utterly entranced by the way your hands unconsciously glide over your bare thigh as you speak, igniting a fire within him. the light in your eyes sparkles with passion, your voice a melodic cadence as you share your visions for your bakery—the delicate pastries and savory sandwiches that will soon fill your charming shop. it’s all too much for him; you seem perfect—too perfect for this world.

then, as you lick the last drop of lemonade from the rim of your glass, the sinful thought of those same lips and tongue and how they’d feel on his aching dick pushes him to reach his climax. a shudder runs through him, and he bites back a groan, hiding it behind an exaggerated yawn. he blames it on the sleepless nights spent in research. thankful for the baggy black sweats he wears, he quickly excuses himself, a rush of embarrassment flooding his cheeks as he retreats, relieved that the fabric conceals the mess he’s made underneath.

after that, the interactions blend into casual small talk and fleeting waves of hellos and goodbyes, leaving him longing for more of those stolen moments with you.

he remembers spending hours diving into your social media after your first meeting, each scroll revealing new pieces of your story. in just a few hours, he learned so much about you. he knows your favorite foods, cocktails, and music, and he can name all the concerts and festivals you’ve attended, along with the places, dates, and people you went with. he’s familiar with all the vacations you’ve taken and the hobbies that make you smile. every like and dislike, every old post of you and your ex-boyfriend, painted a picture of who you are—one that captivated him completely.

thoughts of that past lover linger like shadows in his mind, the one you left behind in search of solace. the idea that someone could wound you so deeply, sending you fleeing to a new town, sets off a fierce rage within him. he clenches his fist around the knife resting against his thigh, its cold steel spinning slowly between his fingers, a dark reminder of the lengths he might go to. 

he could kill him. both of them—your douchebag ex and slut of a best friend. the thought excited him, a twisted thrill coursing through his veins. he imagined taking his time, savoring every moment as their lives faded away. a laugh might escape him as he’d watch the light leave their eyes, knowing he was doing it all for you—the love of his life. just the thought of your smile and the melody of your laughter quickened his heartbeat. he would go to any lengths to ensure your happiness, willing to pay any price to keep you safe. all you’d have to do is say the word.

just then, snapping out of his thoughts, the parents return, their footsteps echoing on the driveway before a knock sounds at the door. the children, who’ve been squealing with laughter all night, race to the entryway, eager to greet their parents, still decked out in their poorly chosen costumes. and finally—finally—they shuffle out one by one, leaving the house to fall into a peaceful, almost eerie silence, with only you left to occupy the night. 

this is it. the moment has arrived, the one he’s been anticipating all night.

baekhyun fished a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, the hastily scrawled digits smudged and jumbled—a chaotic reflection of his flustered thoughts. these were the personal details he had picked up while lounging on his porch, book in hand and coffee in the other, absorbed in the quiet of the morning. he could still hear the rhythm of your breath from your daily jog as you approached your house, your voice lilting with familiarity as you chatted on your phone, casually reciting your number to the person on the other end. with a decisive flick of his wrist, he pulled out his phone, his fingers dancing across the screen with a fluidity born from habit, dialing your number with a sense of anticipation thrumming in his chest.

his gaze remained locked on the window, watching intently as you casually tossed a bag of popcorn into the microwave, the scent of buttery goodness soon filling the air. you moved effortlessly, rifling through netflix’s horror category, your face illuminated by the screen's eerie glow. the flickering light danced across your features, highlighting your concentration as you searched for the perfect scare to accompany your night.

his anticipation tightens the air, but you don’t even glance at your phone when it buzzes. the silence on your end feels louder than it should, and baekhyun’s jaw clenches. a low, guttural frustration threatens to escape his throat, his grip on the knife at his side growing dangerously tense. he draws in a deep breath, the cool metal pressing against his palm. stay calm, he tells himself. his pulse thrums in his ears as he gives you one more chance.

the microwave chimes, a cheerful reminder that your popcorn is ready. you open the door, the warm, buttery aroma spilling out like a cozy embrace, wrapping around you as you pour the fluffy kernels into a bowl. your gaze shifts to the phone screen—an unknown number flashes, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. "oh, fuck me," you mutter under your breath, barely loud enough to be heard. one of the kids must have left a toy behind again, refusing to sleep without it. you sigh at the thought, exasperation bubbling up as you reach for the phone, its persistent ringing cutting through the quiet.

"hello?" you answer, forcing a brighter tone, only to be met with silence—except for the faint, unsettling sound of heavy breathing on the other end. you have no idea that the caller is watching you through his window, eyes locked on your every move, his breath ragged as his hand strokes himself, utterly fixated on the sight of you.

you don’t let them get a word in. “go bother someone else, you freak,” you snap, cutting them off as you toss your phone onto the kitchen island with a frustrated clatter. leaning over the counter, you absentmindedly crunch popcorn between your teeth, your thoughts drifting. after hours of looking after a group of loud, sugar-fueled brats—who were mostly well-behaved—the last thing you need is some creep making prank calls.

when the phone rings again, a surge of frustration rises. you snatch it up, already preparing to unload a string of curses. but the words die on your lips the moment you hear the low, menacing voice on the other end. it snakes through the receiver, making your stomach drop. 

"you’ll be fucking sorry if ya do that again, sweetheart."

a sharp thud strikes the side of your house, the sound unsettling in the stillness of the night. your breath hitches, pulse racing. just a cat, you tell yourself, forcing down the panic that claws at your chest. you pull the phone from your ear, fingers trembling as you hover over the screen, daring yourself to hang up. you could call 911 in seconds. so fast. 

"don't test me." the voice on the other end, deep and edged with malice, seeps into your veins, freezing you in place. "or i'll have to come in there... and make you regret it." 

your throat tightens. compliance feels like your only option.

your mind is spinning with confusion, thoughts crashing into each other. are you really thinking about provoking this mystery guy, just out of curiosity? you've seen enough horror movies to know the warning: get too close, and you could end up cut to pieces the second he walks through your door.

“what do you want?” you manage to ask, your voice quivering like a fragile leaf in the wind, much to baekhyun’s delight. a smirk dances on his lips as he leans closer, tempted to retract his earlier words. the urge to break in and claim you overwhelms him, a primal instinct igniting within. the way you nervously bite your bottom lip and toy with the hem of your shirt suggests a part of you wouldn’t entirely mind if he did. he can sense it—the shiver in your breath, the heat rising in your cheeks—as if his voice alone is enchanting, stirring an undeniable desire deep within you.

the quiver in your voice sends a thrill through him, a captivating note of fear he savors like fine wine. “no need to be frightened, princess. don’t let those tears spill just yet,” baekhyun teases, his gaze piercing and calculating as he studies your every reaction. “just follow my lead, and i promise, nothing terrible will happen to you.” 

before you can form the words to question his intentions, he leans closer, a predatory glint in his eyes. “now, i want you to put on a little show for me. undress.” 

the thought of performing a sultry striptease for a mysterious, menacing stranger sends a thrilling jolt through you, awakening a passionate fire deep within. yet, it’s the image of your nosy neighbors catching even the slightest glimpse of the entire spectacle that truly makes your heart race, heat pooling low in your core. especially your irresistibly handsome psychologist neighbor—the one who sent your heart into a flurry the day he delivered your mail. the one who makes you blush every time you exchange a casual wave while jogging through the neighborhood, your pulse quickening at the mere sight of him. the one who occupies your thoughts late at night, a persistent whisper in your mind as you find yourself lost in fantasies, touching yourself in the shower, on the bed, and even on the couch. 

baekhyun, oblivious to this electric twist of your fantasy, doesn’t realize he wouldn’t need to intimidate you to stir this desire. just the thought of it has you growing increasingly wet, a delicious tension building with every pulse of anticipation. with a breathless flutter in your chest, you pull the phone away from your face, switching it to speaker mode to free your hands, your mind swirling with the provocative images dancing just beneath the surface.

“if you hang up on me again, i’m coming in, baby,” baekhyun purred, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as his gaze roamed hungrily over you. your heart raced as you slowly grabbed the bottom of your shirt and puling it over your head, revealing the smooth skin beneath, the absence of a bra heightening the tension in the air. the soft fabric slipped from your fingers, pooling on the hardwood floor like a forgotten memory.

“that’s right, angel. show me how soft those beautiful tits are,” you eagerly comply with his instructions, surrendering to the bewitching demands of the distorted voice on the line. your fingers find the hardened buds, pinching and teasing them, drawing out a moan that escapes your lips like a whispered secret. every touch is a spark of pleasure, a sweet indulgence for the faceless stranger lurking at the other end of the call.

baekhyun hums, the sound low and approving, sending a shiver straight through you. your mind races, painting vivid scenes of him pleasuring himself, every motion playing out in your head. "are you getting wet?" he asks, his voice thick with confidence and desire, completely unashamed.

“mhm,” you moan, the sound spilling from your mouth before you even realize it, your fingers swirling around the sensitive buds, lost in a haze of pleasure and anticipation.

“show me.” his voice drips with urgency, each demand more fervent than the last. your breaths come in shallow gasps, the heat of the moment thickening the air around you. you can almost envision him behind the glass, furiously pleasuring himself, absorbed by your every movement. a pang of desire surges within you as you long for him to emerge from the shadows, to reveal the beautiful mess he’s making of himself—flesh against flesh, desire laid bare.

“what's on your mind, princess?” baekhyun’s voice pierces the intoxicating silence, and you realize you’ve been lost in your thoughts, eyes tightly shut against the overwhelming sensation coursing through you. you feel a tingle ripple across your body, heat blooming in various spots as you instinctively begin to explore the terrain of your own desire, your fingers tracing the curves and dips that make you ache for him even more.

"how i love being bossed around like this." the words slip from your lips, dripping with a shameless allure, and the thrill of your own audacity leaves you breathless, too intoxicated to feel regret. a lush moan escapes as your fingers wander, seeking the neglected warmth between your legs, the rough fabric of your denim teasingly obstructing your touch. 

baekhyun’s eyes widen, a quiet laugh almost slipping out at how bold you’ve become. aren’t you an easy little thing? how fast did he get this unfiltered side of you to show—five, maybe six minutes? you moan softly in his ear as you find the perfect angle to touch yourself, waves of pleasure rippling through you. “oh, god,” you gasp, your voice shaky and soft. his breathing picks up, more frantic now, as he watches your every move.

“show me,” he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing whisper that cuts through the stillness of the night. “spread your legs in front of the window, let me watch you.” 

to his surprise, your anticipation matches his own. you lean back, pressing your spine against the side of the couch, ensuring your silhouette is perfectly framed for his hungry gaze. 

he watches closely, his breath catching as you slip out of your shorts, the fabric gliding down your legs. you obey his command eagerly, spreading your legs the moment you're free, revealing yourself to him. the air feels electric, every move adding to the tension between you, pulling him in like a magnetic force of pure desire.

baekhyun’s tongue glides over his lips, drawn to the enticing glimmer that dances on your most intimate folds. “touch yourself,” he commands, urging you to imitate him. you find yourself in the cozy confines of your living room, curtains drawn wide open, exposing you to the well-lit street where the remnants of the halloween night linger. it's well past midnight; the trick-or-treaters have long retreated to their homes. the thought of being caught sends a thrill through both your bodies, a delicious shiver that only heightens the atmosphere.

your fingers glide over your throbbing nub, a sense of urgency building within you as you quicken your pace. baekhyun’s voice breaks through the haze, showering you with praise that excites your desire even further, pushing you to explore your body with passion under his lustful gaze.

“that’s right, baby,” baekhyun murmurs, his voice a sultry whisper that sparks a flame deep within you, sending shivers straight to your throbbing core. his pet names wrap around you like a velvet ribbon and you can’t get enough of it. “ya look so sexy, playing with your pretty pussy for me, princess. she’s drenched for me—so fucking soaked, just from the sound of my voice. you’re leaking onto those floors, all for me, aren’t you?”

he huffs into the phone, the breathless sound thick with need, feeling himself teetering on the edge of bliss. baekhyun fights the urge to shut his eyes, longing to immerse himself in the sensations you’re creating, but he can’t bear to miss a single moment of your tantalizing display. instead, he leans into his words, weaving a web of longing to stave off the impending climax, each syllable dripping with desire.

you’re caught in a fit of sobs and whimpers, completely unable to rein in your emotions. unconsciously, you part your legs as wide as they can go, igniting a delicious burn in your thighs that only heightens your desperation. “you don’t feel embarrassed? hah. playing with yourself like this for a stranger?” his words, juvenile and taunting, only fuel your growing need. you swallow back a sharp retort, wary of the consequences of your attitude. instead, your fingers continue their relentless assault on your clit, a forbidden pleasure that leaves you breathless and craving more.

“i-i wouldn’t usually—hnnnghh” your words falter, swallowed by a breathy moan that escapes your lips, the rest of your sentence fading into oblivion. desire surges through you as you feel yourself teetering on the precipice of pleasure, mirroring his own urgency. in that moment, the conversation drifts away, leaving only the sweet sound of your shared, exasperated moans hanging in the air, a testament to the intoxicating connection between you. “but how could i resist? i like you telling me what to do. mmm, and i bet your real voice sounds even sexier.”

baekhyun grunts, his breath hitching as he grips himself, thumb gliding over the sensitive slit and spreading precum across the flushed tip. “don’t worry. you’ll find out soon enough, i promise,” he rasps, his voice low and rough like gravel. you can feel the urgency in his movements, hear the slick sound of his hand moving faster, and even though you haven’t seen his face, the vivid image of his throbbing cock, his eyes fixed on your trembling, bare body, consumes you. your vision fades to white, a wave of ecstasy crashing over you as you give in to the pleasure, squirting onto the window and leaving shiny streaks behind.

baekhyuns groans in your ear, his voice dripping with reckless abandon, echoing through the stillness of the night. he’s completely devoid of class, his primal instincts overpowering any sense of decorum. as he reaches his peak, he releases himself with a fervor that sends a cascade of warmth spilling across the window of his office, just as you did. 

breathless, he watches you through a haze of lust, his eyes heavy-lidded yet filled with a playful intensity. you bite your lip, a gesture that betrays your yearning for more, your body aching for repeated waves of ecstasy. is it possible you don't want this night to slip away into oblivion? 

“huh. i didn’t think i could do that,” you think outloud watching your juices slowly drip down the window.

“i bet ya could do it again. how ‘bout we use my fingers this time? if you’re a good girl maybe i’ll use my mouth, too.” he teases, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. you can't help but shake your head and roll your eyes at the audacity of this mystery man on your phone.

“awwww, why not?” he whines, his tone dripping with mock disappointment. “don’t ya trust me?” his teasing banter lingers in the air, crackling with unspoken desires, making you feel breathless with anticipation.

you can’t quite wrap your mind around how he can ask you a question like that, as if the two of you aren’t complete strangers. it’s as if the memory of his earlier threats has been wiped clean, leaving only the enticing edge of his voice in its place. some twisted part of you takes the reins, shoving your common sense aside. “i’ll treat ya right,” he promises, his tone smooth like velvet. 

your eyes drop, embarrassment flooding through you as you notice the wetness he's drawn out of you with nothing more than his voice. a tightness forms in your chest, the fear of feeling foolish creeping in, but your arousal only grows, pushing aside any doubt. the tingling in your clit fades, shifting into a steady, throbbing rhythm—an unspoken invitation.

baekhyun watches with a teasing spark in his eyes as your shaky legs carry you toward the front door. in no time, he’s outside, making his way to you. he hears the soft clatter of you fumbling with the lock, and when it clicks open, it feels like an unspoken invitation for him to step inside. the tension between you hums, daring him to close the gap and take control, face to face. the air crackles with the thrill of giving in, charged with a magnetic pull that’s impossible to resist.

you fling the door open, and there he is—a tall figure standing silently in a ghostface costume. your eyes trail over him in confusion, pausing when they land on his shoes. you know those sneakers. the kind hypebeasts chase after, selling for a fortune after retail. only one person on this block would own them. only one.

and you’re sure you saw him earlier today through that very window your orgasm stains, wearing those exact shoes, hauling bags of groceries into his house.

“baekhyun?” you breathe, suddenly feeling small. a flutter of butterflies coursing through your stomach as your gaze lands on his right hand, gripping his phone. your number is glaringly lit on the screen.

“trick or treat?” his voice dances like a playful tune behind the mask, a teasing reminder of the pleasure he just gave you. he slowly lifts the mask from his face, letting it rest atop his head, revealing a smile so radiant it could light up the empire state building. the smile feels oddly out of place, totally clashing with the filthy phone call you just shared—a side you'd never expect from a psychologist.

and then it hits you—you don’t truly know him. you have no idea that, when you're not around, he slips the spare key hidden under the rock in your front yard and lets himself into your home. you’re oblivious to him wandering through your space, climbing the stairs to your bedroom, rifling through your drawers, trying to piece together the mystery of who you are. he’s desperate to learn you in ways your belongings might reveal.

you’d never guess that while you’re out early in the morning, heading to the bakery before dawn, he’s inside, using that same key. one hand is wrapped fisting himself while the other clutches your worn underwear, pressed against his nose, inhaling your scent like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.

you remain completely unaware of it all. as his eyes lock onto yours, heat rushes to your cheeks, creeping up the back of your neck. 

you end the call, watching his screen fade to black, the sudden silence feeling heavier than it should.

wait, when did you give him your number? 

a shiver runs down your spine, an uneasy tension settling in. you try to push it away, but the feeling lingers like a whisper in your mind, urging you to stay on guard. you shake your head, convincing yourself you’re overreacting. it’s a small town; everyone knows each other. he must have gotten your number from someone else. or did you give it to him when you first met? maybe he found it on your bakery's instagram. yup, that has to be it.

feeling a surge of reassurance, you smile back at him. “i didn’t know psychologists enjoyed dressing up for halloween and playing pranks. i always thought doctors were above that,” you tease, your heart racing as he gazes down at you, a predatory glint in his eyes, as if he’s about to destroy you in the most tempting way imaginable.

“there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he replies, stepping confidently into your home and locking the door behind him. his voice is low and inviting. “why don’t i show you?”

he slides the ghostface mask back on, the sinister smile of the mask contrasting with the anticipation in the air. he steps closer, backing you into the living room, his hands slide to your waist, his thumbs drawing soft circles on your sides, sending a rush through your body. you can feel your heart pounding, the air between you buzzing with tension. you bite your lower lip, trying to hide a smile, but the excitement overflows, slipping out as a playful grin.

"you can do whatever you want with me," your voice low and dripping with promise as you guide him toward the couch. the low hum of tension crackles in the air as you straddle him, sinking onto his lap. the air is thick with tension as you settle onto his lap, straddling him. the moment your thighs meet his, you feel his hardened length pressing against your skin, lighting a surge of heat that races straight to your core. his hands glide up the smooth skin of your thighs until they reach your ass, where he cups you firmly, squeezing gently. your breath hitches, the sensation flooding you with anticipation as your body responds to the undeniable pull between you two. the sensation stirs something deep within, wetness pooling between your legs.

"but please, don’t kill me, mr. ghostface..." you whisper softly, your warm breath brushing against his neck, your lips almost touching his skin. you glide them upward, the gentle, teasing contact sending shivers of excitement between you. when you reach the curve of his ear, you linger just long enough to spark an irresistible shiver through him. “i wanna be in the sequel.”

 ੈ✩‧₊ a/n: thank u to this anon for the idea!!! i didn't think i would ever write something like this, but here we are. #neversaynever i guess. oh, and a happy halloweenie to those who celebrate!!!!! <3 what are you dressing up as? stay safe my precious babies love u lotz mwah

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landoscar not to be delulu but why is oscar liking y/ns posts?? like this is the 2nd time...

oscarpastryyy I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAY THIS OMGG y/nfangirl can he not be a fan? 💀 landoscar girl chill 💀💀

yourusername posted to their story

[caption: homebound ☁️]

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oscarpiastri can't wait to see you 🩷 yourusername me toooo 🩷🩷🩷

f1gossip

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tagged oscarpiastri

f1gossip Oscar Piastri spotted in NYC by fans. He is allegedly "just visiting" 👀

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carlando4ever finally a gossip post that isn't invasive or speculation

justaninchident it's a gossip acc what do u expect lmao

vroomleclerc we stan a king who actually makes time for his fans 👏

piastriswife STOP WE'RE IN THW SAME CITY IM HAVING A STROKE IMGGG

33verstappen33 shouldn't he be training 💀💀

yourusername

liked by oscarpiastri, yourbff, yourfriend2 and others

tagged yourbff, yourfriend1, yourfriend2

yourusername summer in nyc with my lovelies

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ihearty/n MA'AM???? WHO IS THAT?????

y/nupdates whoever it is, i hope they can fight

sabrinacarpenter 😍😍

yourfriend2 hot summer nights

yourusername mid julyyy yourfriend1 when you and iiiii were forever wildd

landoscar i see you in the likes oscar 👀

y/n4life pls god let it be just a friend 🙏

y/ntaylorsversion why are yall so obsessed with celebrities relationships, it's fucking weird 😐

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri quick recharge before Hungary

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piastrispastry just one chance. please.

logansargeant cannot believe you went to the us without me

oscarpiastri oops 😬

lnop_481 oh to be a malnourished pigeon in nyc 🥲

landonowins WHAT LMFAOO

yourusername

liked by oscarpiastri, troyesivan, gracieabrams and others

yourusername surpise! glue song out 2night ;)

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gracieabrams so excited 🎀

yourusername tysm gracieeee

sheplaysbass just saw someone fall to their knees in walmart

lizzymcalpine already crying

y/n_usa she's so real for this

ellefanning 💕💕

yourusername 🫶🫶

y/nnnieee just fell to my knees in walmart

yourusername

liked by phoebebridgers, y/nupdates, oscarpiastri and others

yourusername gluesong out now 🧸 this song means a lot to me, as does the person who inspired it (you know who u r, i love you more than you'll ever know), so i hope you like it 🎶 here's a little appreciation post for the love of my life ❤️

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y/n.com CAN HE FIGHT 🔪🔪🔪

yourbff ur still my wife tho 💋

yourusername ofc babygirl 💍💍

laufey feeling rlly single rn

laufeycore I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE

kaliuchis cutest song by the cutest girlie 💖

oscarpiastri posted to their story

[caption: great song!]

seen by yourusername, f1gossip, lilymhe and others

yourusername i love u ❤️ oscarpiastri i love you more yourusername impossible oscarpiastri we'll have to debate it over dinner yourusername oscar piastri, r u asking me out on a date? oscarpiastri yes the 22nd works, right? yourusername counting down the hours oscarpiastri 😊

[hanafubukki]

GYAHHH !! HANA HE CAME HOME IN 11 PULLS ‼️‼️‼️ my bad luck has finally looped around 😭😭😭😭🦇🦇🦇🦇💗💗💖💕💕💕

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 i wish you luck in your pulls !

OMG?!? Ahhhh CONGRATS KIT

HE CAME HOME WHOOO 🥳🙌💞💞💞

IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU 🫂🫂💚💚💚💚💚💚🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷

I was going to start a war crime if he didn’t come home to you 🔪🔪🔪

Thank you Kit 💚💚🙏🙏🙏

[im-frickin-trying-okay]

Copypastas or spam or whatever these are called

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I ✂️aint ❌ never 👄 seen 📆 shoto 🛡without 📊 a 😡 scar 🫖 he 👦🏻 always 👁 gotta☝️have ❤️one 🧊 eye 👁 boiled 🔥

I😎haven’t🥸a🤖clue🧩whats🤡going🗣on👾here🥷but👄I’ll✨act😃like🥳i😇do🍥

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no.❌no dating💅until my😜 daughter 25🧍‍♀️

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ꉔꄲꂵꏂ💃ꄲꋊ🕺ꇙꁝꋬꀘꏂ💃ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ🕺ꃳꄲ꒯ꌦ💃 ꃳꋬꃳꌦ🕺꒯ꄲ💃꓄ꁝꋬ꓄🕺ꉔꄲꋊꍌꋬ,💃ꀘꋊꄲꅐ🕺ꌦꄲ꒤💃ꉔꋬꋊ꓄🕺ꉔꄲꋊ꓄ꋪꄲ꒒💃ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪꇙꏂ꒒ꊰ🕺ꋬꋊꌦ💃꒒ꄲꋊꍌꏂꋪ🕺💃🕺💃🕺

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‼️ RULES ‼️

I’m mainly good at writing female/gender neutral pro noun reader.

❌ = requests are off/hiatus

pairings I can write:

M/M, M/F, F/F, M/F/M, F/F/F

NO SHIPS, CHARACTER X READER ONLY. I’ll accept polyships between the reader.

I accept fluff, smut, and angst. I’m also a pretty open blog so I don’t mind some dark/tabboo genre too, just ask first tho.

I DON’T ACCEPT WRITING:

gun kink

vore

piss play

blood play

any body fetishizes like feet for example

No loli shit. Period.

I ACCEPT WRITING:

Scenario & Oneshots - character limit : 1

Headcannons - character limit : 3-4

Fluff

Smut/Not Safe For Work - ex; missionary, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, wet dream, threesome, dry humping,

Angst - ex; injury, near death experience, hospital visit, abuse

Some Dark/Tabboo stuff - ex; MILF, voyerism, teacher/student, age difference, somnophilia, abuse, stockholm syndrome, dub-con

I can write out ONESHOTS, HEADCANNONS SCENARIOS of FANDOM CHARACTERS LISTED BELOW:

MY HERO ACADEMIA | Class 1-A (❌)

Deku 🥦 Midoriya Izuku

Shouto 🧊🔥 Shouto Todoroki

Dynamight 💥 Katsuki Bakugo

Jet Black Hero 🐦‍⬛ Fumikage Tokoyami

Red Riott 🧱 Eijirou Kirishima

Chargebolt ⚡️ Denki Kaminari

Ingenium ⚙️ Tenya Iida

Tentacle Hero 🐙 Menzo Shoji

Creati 🪆 Momo Yoyourozu

Earphone Jack 🎧 Kyouka Jirou

Uravity 🪐 Ochako Uraraka

Pinky 🩷 Mina Ashido

Froppy 🐸 Tsuyu Asui

MY HERO ACADEMIA | Class 1-B (❌)

Battle Fist ✊ Itsuka Kendou

Real Steel 🪨 Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Vine 🍇 Ibara Shiozaki

??? 🔩 Awase Yousetsu

Vantablack 🖤 Shihai Kororio

Shemage 🍄 Kinoko Komori

Spiral 🌪️ Sen Kaibara

MY HERO ACADEMIA | PRO HEROES (❌)

All Might 💪 Yagi Toshinori

Eraserhead 🐈‍⬛ Shouta Aizawa

Present Mic 🔊 Hisashi Yamanda

Gang Orca 🐋 Kugo Sakamata

Lady Midnight 💋 Nemuri Kayama

Hawks 🪽 Keigo Tamaki

Ingenium ⚙️ Tensei Iida

Sea Hero 🦭 Selkie

Crimson Riot 🧨 ???

MY VILLAIN ACADEMIA | VILLAINS (❌)

Dabi 🔥 Touya Todoroki

Tomura Shigaraki 🖐️ Tenko

Himiko Toga 🩸

Spinner 🦎 Shuichi Iguchi

Twice 📐 Jin Bubaigawara

Mr. Compress 🎭 Atsuhiro Sako

Kurogiri ☁️ ???

Giran 🥃 Kagero Okuta

Overhaul 😷 Kai Chisaki

Kendo Rappa 💪

Shin Nemoto 🐦 🔫

Toya Setsuno 🐦 🔪

Yu Hojo 🐦 💎

Deidoro Sakaki 🐦 🍾

Hekiji Tengai 🐦 🔮

Mustard 💣

Trumpet 💞 Koku Hanabata

MY HERO ACADEMIA | Other Characters

??? 🧶 Hitoshi Shinsou

Gale Force 🌪️ Inasa Yoarashi

Lemillion ☀️ Togata Mirio

Suneater 🐙 Tamaki Amajiki

Grand 💚 Yo Shindo

David Shield 💡

Taneo Tokuda 📸

Rody Soul 🐥

(NO MANGA ONLY CHARACTERS PLEASE)

SPACE DANDY (❌)

Just Dandy 🚀 He’s a Dandy Guy.. in space

OVERLORD

Lord Momonga 💀 Ainz Ool Gown

Pandora’s Actor 🎭

Jircniv Rune Farlord El Nix 👑

DRAGON BALL Z & SUPER | Z Fighterz (❌)

Son Goku 🥕

Vegeta 🥬

Piccolo 💚

Trunks Briefs 🗡️

Android 17 🤖

Yamcha 🍠 (he’s a Z fighter in my heart <3)

DRAGON BALL Z & SUPER | Villains

Raditz 🐒

Frieza 🧊

Perfect Cell 🦎

Cooler 🧊

King Cold ❄️

Zamasu 💚🖤 Goku Black

DRAGON BALL Z & SUPER | Gods of Destruction

Lord Vermound 🤡 Universe 11

Lord Beerus 🐈‍⬛ Universe 7

Lord Champa 🐈‍⬛ Universe 6

Lady Jerez 🫶 Universe 2

DRAGON BALL Z & SUPER | Kais’ & Angels

Marcarita 🪽 Cae 🍇 Universe 11

Mojito 🪽 Universe 9

Whis 🪽 Shin Kai 🍓 Universe 7

Vados 🪽 Universe 6

Cukatail 🪽 Universe 5

Conic 🪽 Kuru 🍊 Universe 4

Ea 🫐 Universe 3

Sawar 🪽 Universe 2

🪽 Grand Priest 🪽

DRAGON BALL Z & SUPER | Other Characters

Jaco 👽

Cabba 🥬

Hit 💜

Jiren 👽

King Vegeta 👑

BATMAN ARKHAM VERSE | VILLIANS (❌)

Bane 💪 Eduardo Dorrace

Poison Ivy 🥀 Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley

Mad Hatter 🎩 Jervis Tech

Two Face 🎭 Harvey Dent

Killer Croc 🐊 Waylon Jones

Harley Quinn ♠️ Harleen Quinzel

Black Mask 👺 Roman Sioinis

Penguin 🐧 Oswald Cobblepot

The Riddler ❔ Edward Nigma

Catwoman 🐈‍⬛ Selena Kyle

Red Hood 🐦‍⬛ Jason Todd

Electronicutior ⚡️ Lester Buchinsky

Scarecrow 💀 Johnathan Crane

Joker 🃏

MCU | GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY (❌)

Starlord 💫 Peter Quill

Gamora 🪐

Rocket Raccoon 💥

Drax The Destroyer 🌪️

Mantis ✨

Nebula 🌙

Starhawk ☄️

Martinex 💎

[yumekei-collective]

This is gonna be a full tag list of all 183 (Minus littles, we aren’t comfortable with littles tagging posts) of us. I started this while waiting for dinner and yeah here it is:

Oliver: 💜he/ghost/wisteria/sae

Spiderlily: 🎋he/demon

Eli: 🌹he/gore

Yukari: 🍀any pronouns

Kinoko: 🍄he/him

Yishu: 🎨he/they/art

Kagome: 💗he/him

Xephyr: 🐋he/ocean neos (Might also tag with “Whale Boi” or “🐋🐋🐋”)

Miko: ☀️he/fae

Fever: 🌑any pronouns

Manami: 🍧he/him

Nyx: 🦄he/him

Nemu: ⌨️he/him (Will also tag with “tw typing quirk”)

Sylva: 🦑he/him

Una: 👑he/him

Sena: ⚜️any pronouns

Asami: ☄️he/him

Niko: 🍦he/they

Aisuru: ❣️he/him

Tama: 🤍he/they

Skellia: ☠️she/he/fae

Silent: ▪️any pronouns

Eun-yu: 🌼any pronouns

Ruru: 🏝any pronouns

Harakiri: 🍩any pronouns

Hanami: 🐬she/he

Emi: 💝she/he/vo

Himitsu: 🍭my name

Kirino: ⚠️he/glitch

Kazari: 🎶she/he/luo

Hotaru: ☔any pronouns

Kuroe: 🌐he/they

Mikuni: 🎵any pronouns

Nanami: 🌱she/he

Mami: 🟡she/he/flower

Xie: ⚫he/they

Yuzheng: ⚪he/him

Red: 🐇he/she

Frost: ❄️he/she

Shai: 🗨️any pronouns

Goth: 🛍️any pronouns

Tsu: 📓She/he/red

Shika: ✉️she/they/he/death

Elise: 🦌she/he/witch

Kazuha: 🍁he/him

Kaedehara: 🏮he/they

Gorou: 🐕he/him

Childe: ⚔️he/him

Sara: 🗾she/he/they

Hu Tao: 🩸he/him

Kuki: 🏯he/him

Kokomi: 🐠she/he/they

Yun Jin: 💟she/he/they

Tomo: 🍙he/him

Scaramouche: ⚡he/him

Kunikuzushi: 🎐he/they

Kuni: 🀄he/him

Scara: 🔆he/him

Owari: 🚫he/him

Shenhe: ⭕she/he/they

Yae Miko: ⛩she/he/they

Kitsune Saiguu: 👘she/he/they

Chiyo: 🍣she/he/they

Xiao: 🌀he/yaksha/adeptus

Ganyu: 🔘any pronouns

Maple: 🧧he/autumn

Chihayafuru: 🎏he/him

Makoto: 🍜any pronouns

Ei: 🍡any pronouns

Zhongli: 🟨he/him

Akuma: ♥️he/they

Qingxin: 💮any pronouns

Alatus: 🌸he/him

Yaksha: 🔴he/him

Fischl: 💐any pronouns

Sucrose: 🌪️any pronouns

Venti: 🍃he/him

Seishin: 💕he/lust/💕/💜

Onagi: 🦊he/him

Hiroto: ⛓️he/they

Virgil: 📖he/they

Yumi: 👹he/him

Kuroki: 🍶he/him

Kosuzu: 🧸he/him

Reishou: 🐉he/him

Kuru: 🏳️‍🌈he/him

Tsukiya: 🔪he/him

Katsumi: 🎬he/him

Mirei: 🎲he/him

Zei: 📼he/him

Tsunami: 🌊he/him

Kiro: ♨️he/him

Ene: 🐾any pronouns

Shion: 🎮he/him

Elliot: 🕸he/him

Haru: 🐰he/him

Kai: 💾he/him

Circe: 🍬he/she

Yuu: ☯️he/him

Kurasi: 🔻he/him

Tsumi: 💿he/him

Ranboo: 🔳he/ender

Wilbur: 🧨he/him

Techno: 🗡️he/blade

Sam: 💚he/they

Philza: 🕊️he/elytra

Tommy: 🟥he/him

Tubbo:🐐he/him

Simpbur: 🎸he/song

Dream: 🎭he/him

Eret: 💖any pronouns

Nihachu: 🐟any pronouns

Bad: 🧁he/him

Skeppy: 🔷he/him

Sapnap: 🔥he/him

Gogy: 👓he/him

Tech: 🎆he/him

Daydream: 💠he/fae/vir/nem/ae/smile

Dreamtech: 💎he/him

Night: ✴️he/him

Mystery: 📹he/him

Wil: 💣he/him

Ghostbur: 💙he/him

Boo: 🖤he/him

DreamXD: 💛he/him

Bird: 🟪he/him

Ender Lethe: ♣️he/him

Origin: 🔱he/him

Phantom: 🏚️he/him

Scott: 🌌he/him

Aeor: 🌨️he/gold

Anti: ❌he/him

Ariea: 🌙any pronouns

Florine: ✏️any pronouns

Ophina: 🔵any pronouns

Pasolo: 🩹any pronouns

Pact: 🌺any pronouns

Connolly: 🪐any pronouns

Fleur: 🔧any pronouns

Nightmare: 🌘he/him

Halo: ⭐️any pronouns

Midnight: 🚀any pronouns

Fell: 💔he/they

Killer: ‼️he/they

Ink: 🖌️he/him

Cross: ✖️he/him

Madoka: 💞any pronouns

Alina: 🖼️any pronouns

Yuna: 🌩️any pronouns

Miyuri: 🛼he/they

Nayuta: 📚she/he

Izumi: 🍔any pronouns

Aris: 🕐any pronouns

Hina: 🍱he/him

Abel: ♠️any pronouns

Delta: ♦️he/they

Onyx: 💤any pronouns

Katsuki: 💥he/him

Deku: 🟩he/him

Shoto: 🧊he/him

Tokoyami: 🦢any pronouns

Seele: ▫️any pronouns

Phyllis: 🤎he/they

EJ: 📘he/him

Toby: 🪓he/they

Glamrock Freddy: 🌟any pronouns

Strawberry: 🍓any pronouns

Hanako-Kun: 🎃he/they

Verosika: 🥀any pronouns

Hyun-su: 💉he/him

Corpse: 💀he/him

Sophie: 💌any pronouns

Celestia: 🎴any pronouns

So-mun: 🐚any pronouns

Littles tag: ░little poster

[http-eiji]

‪“Ash - 👁 am very worried😦😥😣 because I haven’t ❌❓ seen 👀 you and I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♂️🙅🏻‍♂️ if you are okay👌. ‬

‪You said 🗣 to me before 🔁 “We 👯‍♂️ live in 💅different 💁🏼‍♂️ worlds 🌎✨ .” But I 🙋🏻‍♂️am not sure🧐🤨🤔 if that is true🤥💆🏻‍♂️🔥.‬

‪We 👬 are from different countries✈️🗺, and our skin 🙆🏻‍♂️🙆🏼‍♂️ and eyes 👁🤙 are different colors ❤️🧡����💚💙💜🖤. But so what😡🙄? We are friends👬. Isn’t that enough 🙌😪? What else do we need 😤😳😩?‬

‪I am very happy 😊🕺🏻 I came to America 🤠🍔🌭🇺🇸. I made many friends 🤝 here. Above ⬆️ all 👀... I met you, Ash 🤧🥰.‬

‪You asked 😌🗣❓ me many💯 times⏰ if you 😏 scare 😱😈👻 me 😵. But I never 🚫❌‼️ felt scared 😡😎 of you 👊, not 🙀⛔️ even once 1️⃣😽😻. From the first time 🕐 I met you 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💆🏻‍♂️.‬

‪Actually 🧐, I always felt😔 that you were hurt 🥺😖, much more than me 🤧💀 - that your spirit 👻🙌 was wounded 🔥🤕😵.‬

‪I knew 😌😉 you were smarter 🧠🤓👨‍🏫 than me 🙃, and bigger 👅👀, and stronger 💪😯 - but even so, I always 👊♾ wanted 😤😡 to protect 🔫🔥 you 🗿. Funny 🤔🤣 isn’t it 🙃🤪?‬

‪But what ❓👀 did I want to protect 🐥🔪 you from 😪💀? ‬

‪I think 💭🧐 I wanted 😔😭 to protect 😱😳 you from your future 🤯👴🏻. Because your fate ⏳💡 was slipping away🏃‍♂️, like a flood 🌊💦.‬

‪Do you remember 🤪🤔 telling 💬🔊 me about the leopard 🐆 in that Hemingway 🕯 book 📖✒️?‬

‪He died ⚰️☠️ at the top 🔝‼️ of the mountain ⛰🌄, and you said 💁🏼‍♂️💬 he knew 🤷🏼‍♂️🧠 he will never ⛔️‼️🙅🏼‍♂️ go back ⏮😥 down ⬇️🤧. ‬

‪But I said 🗣‼️🔊🗯 you are not❌🚫🔥 a leopard🐆, and you can 🤘👍✊ change 👀🔀 your future ⏰⌛️. It’s true 🥰😌, Ash. You can 😎🤩 change your fate 😙🥳😭.‬

‪You are not ⛔️🔥 alone 🌚👯‍♂️ Ash. I am with you 👬🤧🥰 . My soul 😌👻 is always 👀👅 with you 👁👨‍❤️‍👨.‬

‪Sayonara 🙋🏻‍♂️🤙, America🇺🇸🍟🤠.‬

‪Sayonara 🙋🏻‍♂️🤙, New York 🍔🗽...‬

‪But I 😏😌 am not 😜🙅🏻‍♂️🚫saying “Sayonara 👋🗣” to you Ash😻😘🥰...‬

‪Because this ‼️📢 isn’t 🙅🏻‍♂️🔥 good-bye 😖👋. I know 👀🧠 we’ll see 🗣👁 each other again 🥰🤩 someday ⏳📆. ‬

‪You 🙌 are my 😽🤝 best 🏅👍friend 👯‍♂️, Ash 💖💞.‬

here’s a thought straight from the desk of satan: but what if they update the letter eiji writes ash to a text message with emojis