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navybrat817 · 8 months ago
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Neighbor!Bucky is such a tease.
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But we know he follows through. 😏
@tavners killing me with that photo.
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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 2 years ago
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Lan Jingyi's the type of dude to post memes on the neighbourhood groupchat while Jin Ling fights some old lady about the quiet hours, Lan Sizhui's trying to contact the administration to avoid escalating to the police and Zizhen cooks smoked fish in his balcony to spite the old lady that keeps threatening them with the police
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bukuoshin · 11 months ago
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Ah. Uh-oh. Oopsie.
#rae rants#miiiiight have made it impossible to play animal crossing at night or on windy days (or both). we'll see.#... i know it's not registering the movement of the 216 wheat field furniture items on the south west of the map when im in the north east.#bc the azumaya gazebo is despawned when im not in that area-- which you can see in real time by walking back and forth from the neighborhoo#to the rice field lag warning sign.#so. it might be registering the movement of the crops behind the island cliffs. and thats what's crashing it. but its also craahing#if i try to open a storage shed outside. i thot the graveyard would be safe but. thats where the last crash was. seems like it has to do w#the flowers and crops but could also be the coconut tree orchard to the side of it? or the wheat field items by the malice cave?#like i said it could be the fact that its night or the fact that it's windy. or it could be that its a windy night in specific.#it could also be the fact it's a saturday or how many items im carrying or this and that. or maybe my switch is dusty or smth. idk#edit: THE LEAVES. the leaf pile items in the graveyard are effected by wind too! and the two wheat fields there. wheat field heavy build.#if you couldn't tell. but then. why is the game not crashing at the heavy lag areas? it's not crashing in the area with 100+ wheat fields or#in the doll forest. it cant just be that my house is in the doll forest right?#and they have more flowers and crops than the rest of the island. so whats the deal.#... maybe i should add that second human villager just to have a safe place to save in the neighborhood area. which is between the rice#field (very laggy) and the city center (not laggy but insects and river fish spawn here specifically)
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bonbonly · 13 days ago
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Hiiii ily so much, you feed my dark mind so well 💀
So here’s my thot…
Mask kink with Carlos? I was listening to São Paulo and I kept looking at the cover on Spotify and like…it dawned on me how HOT it’d be to have the mask and fear kink mixed together. Like SIR? hold me down 😩
𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your sweet lovely neighbor invited you to a halloween party, and you - ever the clumsy, naive girl - got tricked more than treated. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: this is a dark fic! you have been warned! do not read if you are not comfortable with dark fics or any of the following: noncon/dubcon, slapping, p in v, oral (f receiving), gunplay/gunfuck, choking, gaslighting, fingering 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i unashamedly enjoyed writing this bye like why'd you put this in my ask, i literally went FERALLLLL over it but i hope you enjoy it babes!!!
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"good morning, carlos!" you chirped, opening the mailbox in front of your driveway. your slightly older neighbor waved at you, a charming smile that made butterflies fly in your stomach. he was wearing jeans that were snug against his thighs, a loose white t-shirt on and his cap backwards. his hair swept back under the cap, eyes all big and beautiful. you sighed, dreamily as you watched him head back into his house. your dreamy neighbor that always flirted with you when you came over to deliver his mail.
"the mailman just can't seem to differentiate our houses, hm?" you'd laugh, teetering on your toes. you caught a small glimpse of his house, hoping he'd let you in so you could "jokingly" see what your future house would look like. he'd flip through the mail, shaking his head with a chuckle,
"ay, hermosa, they must think i like planting pink roses in my free time," he'd snicker, tapping your head with his bundle of envelopes. it was just a playful gesture, really, but you'd blush to yourself and watch him close his front door. you'd sigh out loud, realizing your efforts of dropping subtle hints about your interest wasn't working and you skipped back over to your house, tending to your garden once more.
halloween was coming up around the corner and this year, the entire neighborhood was doing a competition for the spookiest house. you were determined to win it. going out of your way to buy extra decorations, you spent much of the week giving you front yard some spooky decor. a giant spider on one side, some skeletons doing some funny dances, and then of course the lights. you only ever did the lights at night so you wouldn't spoil the surprised for your neighbors. so, who else would you call to help you?
your trusty and super hot neighbor carlos of course! he was more than happy to help you, saying that you were always so clumsy, you'd be so lost without him! you climbed up the staircase, toying with the cables and tape before you smacked them into a straight line on the edge of your roof.
"fuck, i can't reach!" you cried out, "carlos, can you do this instead?"
"no, no, you have to do it, chica. you can do it," he grinned, pushing your ass up the ladder. you yelped in surprise at his hand under your skirt, and you swore you felt him squeeze your flesh. you glanced down at him, staring at this big innocent brown eyes. no, you must've imagined it! he wouldn't do such a thing! not your super sweet neighbor! you sighed, going up another step on the ladder to finish attaching the rest of the lights. you turned back to find carlos pointing his phone at you, a smirk on his lips, "for the memories. it's your first time going all out for the decor!"
you hopped off the ladder, smacking your hands with a smile, "thank you so much for the help, neighbor!" and you were going to return back to the comfort of your bed, when he was so gracious enough to finally let you in his house! you giddily accepted his offer, pushing past him towards his house. he laughed, eyes trained on the way your ass bounced under that skirt - if it even counted as one. he trailed behind you, watching you crash onto his couch.
grabbing the tv remote, he flipped through a couple channels while settling down next to you, "you like horror movies?"
"uh... not at night," you laughed, "i can handle anything in the light. just not in the dark. get a bit scared, yeah i know how embarrassing that is but it's the truth."
carlos nodded his head, landing on a horror film. he tossed the remote to the side, out of your reach. you gulped, already feeling a bit queasy at the gore on the tv and you felt bad about being in his house and demanding stuff from him. you shifted in your seat, averting your eyes to the nicely decorated walls, and then you felt his hand on your thigh. you glanced down at how big his hand was, and especially how it was inching closer to your clothed sex. you chuckled, thinking he must be a bit tired from helping you and you grabbed his hand, placing it back down on his lap. his eyes, which were originally transfixed on tv, snapped to you. a hard glare that you faced that made your skin crawl. he brought his back down on your thigh, squeezing your flesh harshly, enough for it to hurt. you cried out in pain, smacking him across his face. you grabbed your belongings, fleeing from his house. it surely didn't help that you lived right next door, but you locked your front door and ascended the staircase to your bedroom, holding back some tears. this had to be some sort of twisted nightmare. your sweet neighbor wouldn't do that to you! he'd only ever been nice! why would he think it was okay for him to touch you? you shook your head, taking off your clothes to slip into your nightwear and you buried yourself in the covers of your bed. it just had to be a dream!
and thankfully, that's exactly what your sweet neighbor told you the next morning at your door. he had a pot of petunias in his hands, that same warm smile on his face,
"morning, chica!" he greeted, "saw you had an empty spot in the garden. you know, i was going to the store and i saw this and said hmm, this looks like it belongs in (y/n)'s garden and so i bought it! no need to pay me back, i just want to make sure if anyone wins the halloween decoration contest it should be you!"
you stood there dumbfounded, wondering if the events of last night really happened. with much hesitance, you decided to test the waters, "a-aren't you mad at me?"
"mad at you for what?" carlos asked, furrowing his brows.
"i slapped you pretty hard yesterday," you replied, "because you were feeling me up, remember?"
carlos's jaw dropped, and his eyes darted around your front door. he shook his head in disbelief, "w-what? excuse me? i helped you with your decorations and then you went to sleep.."
"but it felt... it felt real, i knew that-"
"so you'd accuse me of touching you?" his shoulders fell, his lips forming into a thin line, "forgive me, hermosa. i spent 30 dollars getting these plants for you, and this is how you repay me? increíble. te esfuerzas por ayudar a una chica y ella no es más que una pequeña zorra," he muttered in spanish. you didn't understand what he was saying, but you figured it was something awful about you. you shook your head, taking the flowers from his hands,
"y-you're right. i'm so sorry. i must've just had a very vivid nightmare. i'm so sorry, carlos. how can i make it up to you? you did help me last night with all the decorations," you pouted. he licked his lips, eyes raking over your body still in your nightgown from last night and he shrugged.
"uh... déjame pensar, hmm...." he scratched his chin, fingers gliding up his jaw, "a good friend of mine down the street is hosting a halloween party. you should come over. i'll accept your apology if you sneak me extra chocolates."
you sighed in relief, extremely happy that your sweet neighbor was willing to forgive you for your foolishness. you giggled, nodding your head frantically, "yes, yes! i'll definitely do it! when's the party?"
"tomorrow and it starts at 10:00."
"that's kinda late for a halloween party," you frowned, and carlos rolled his eyes,
"are you coming or not?"
"i'm coming, i'm coming. just had to blurt out my thought, that's all. thank you very much for the flowers, carlos," you held up the pot in your hands, a sheepish smile on your lips as he walked off to his house. he looked gorgeous with that tight sweatshirt, his pecs barely contained under the fabric. how could you have ever thought of him in a bad light! he was such a sweetheart, buying you the petunias knowing that it would work well with your decorations. you pouted your lips at the thought, cooing at how pretty the petals were before heading back into your house.
you had picked out a really cute cat outfit for the night. it wasn't really meant to be revealing or sexy, just a cute outfit. a long black gown with black stockings, black cat ears and a tail to match. you had lipstick on your nose and used your eyeliner to draw whiskers. content with how your outfit turned out, you hummed to yourself as you left your house, locking your front door. the end of the street was a bit of a walk, and since it was dark outside you whipped out your phone as the flashlight to guide you. you came across a very shady house, only the front light on. no other decorations. that should've been your first warning to get back home, but you assumed it was part of the ambience for the party. you knocked on the front door, craning your neck to see if there's any light inside the house. no response. you scowled, grabbing the door knob only to find the door completely unlocked.
"hello?" you peered inside, flicking some of the switches on. when none of them seemed to be working, you glanced down at your phone and realized you were only at 20 percent. it would be pointless to waste all your phone battery trying to find people in the dark, "ok guys, come on now! jokes not funny!"
you bit your lip, your chest tightening at how dark it was around you. you really hated the dark. "i get that this must be some sort of sick joke. hello? anyone? c-carlos? someone? turn on the lights now!"
despite all your attempts at getting a response, none came. you huffed under your breath in annoyance, crossing your arms at how stupid you could be to come over to some random person's house. you only trusted the address because your sweet neighbor gave it to you. your ears perked up at the sound of metal jingling in the distance and you whipped your head around to to the kitchen. with cautious steps, you extended your arms out to feel the walls, using them as a way to guide you. in the darkness, you could make out what you assumed to be the kitchen counter, and then some cabinets above. the moonlight through the windows shone onto a small corner of the shelf, a flashlight on display for you to grab. you shook the device in your hands a couple times, turning the switch on and off before shaking it once more. a couple more harsh smacks to the side of the flashlight didn't do the trick either.
and then the front door clicked shut, the sound of a lock turning making your ears perk up.
"hello?" you called out once more, stepping out of the kitchen. the front door was a few feet away, the lock unmistakably turned on. one you heard the sound of metal chains dancing together, that's when your brain decided to gear up. you sprinted to the front door, crashing right into a pillar that helped support the structure of the house. you moaned in pain, hands clutched your forehead. clumsy little (y/n), never able to defend herself even if her life depended on it. the flashlight rolled around your frame as you rocked side to side, whispering small "ows". the door was just a feet away, and you extended your hand to crawl over when a firm boot stomped right onto your fingers.
"fuck!" you howled, the feeling of your bones being crushed coursing through your veins. you felt the boot drag down to your head, pressing your face against the wooden floor.
"shh, shhh...." a voice from above you cooed, "not a word from you. you have to be quiet."
"my fucking fingers," you hissed, curling your digits to see if anything was broken. the boot dug deeper onto your skin, almost choking you as you struggled to breathe. your voice was nothing more than strangled cries, your feet kicking around. within seconds, the mysterious man above you kicked your back, sending you rolling over into what you assumed was the living room. you coughed out loud, rubbing your sore face before feeling firm hands grip onto your ankles, dragging your body to the kitchen.
"who... who are you? let go of me!" you hollered, using your free hand to swat him away. you could barely see anything in the dark, and that only scared you more, "what's going on?" your attempts to sit up are thwarted when he brings his arm against your neck, pinning you onto the ground. his face was inches from yours, and you could smell him. he smelled familiar, a certain type of cologne that you remembered from somewhere but being so stricken by fear, your thoughts were all jumbled together. all you could think about was finding a way to escape. you took note of his white mask from the dim moonlight, a frown etched into the plastic material. with his free hand, he dragged his palm down your body, groping your lush tits. he had a rich laugh when you squirmed against him, trying to wriggle away.
"please, please let me go," you whimpered, feeling your hips being hoisted into the air as his hands snaked around to grab at your ass. he smacked the flesh of one cheek, fingers digging in to leave small crescents when he squeezed. he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling the tail tied around your waist and letting it snap against your skin. you gasped out loud, trying to process the way your skin stung afterwards. his hands slid up your back, curling into your collar before ripping apart your dress. you cried out loud, having worn nothing underneath save some black panties.
"a slut through and through," the man's accented voice whispered above your head, tearing at the fabric and bringing the rest of the material over your head. he tossed it to the side, and returned his hands to feel the rest of your body, "oh, mierda, i've dreamt about this for so long, so fucking long."
to emphasize his point, he smacked your ass a couple times before sinking his teeth in your flesh. your anguished wails did nothing to deter him, and you were sure he had bit hard enough to draw blood. your ass felt like it had been burned against a hot iron rod; your arms flailed behind your back, trying to push him off you but instead the stranger ripped your panties to pieces, spreading your ass as he spit down to the ring of muscle, watching it wink at him. his saliva trailed down to the edge of your cunt. you couldn't really tell what was going on but quite shortly, you felt your arms being guided behind your back, tightly bound before he grabbed your hips and once again pulled your ass up into the air. your legs wrapped around his, your back arched uncomfortably as you felt another wave of his saliva wash down against your cunt. you couldn't help but whine out loud when he wrapped his lips around your folds, nibbling on them as you shook your head. your bound arms thrashed into the air but it wasn't really helping you at the moment. his tongue delved into your pretty pussy, his deep moans vibrating through your core.
"please stop, i'm begging you! i don't even know who you are!" you whined, tears streaming down your face. your cries were cut short as a moan ripped through you, his thumb circling your clit as his tongue lapped at your sweet nectar. your could feel the edge of his mask hit your ass every time his tongue went deeper inside you. it swirled around in your tight walls like some festering parasite, eagerly waiting to ruin its host. his tongue traveled up to your asshole, circling the ring of muscle and that's when your screams became louder. "not there! stop it! let go of! let go or i'll scream so loud that-"
"keep screaming, no one will save you, zorra," he bit down on the globe of your ass, humming when you let out a sob. he buried his face between your cheeks, his tongue delving into your hole with a lewd sound. his tongue pushed deeper inside you, spreading your rim as his thumb went back to circling your clit.
"mmm, sabes tan bien gatito," he rasped, pulling back for a moment to admire his handiwork. your poor asshole winked in the cool air, glistening with his saliva. "i can't wait to feel this little ass squeezing my cock." he punctuated his words by spanking your ass hard, leaving more handprints on your soft flesh. you yelped, trying to wriggle away like a snake would but he gripped your hips harder, holding you in place as he dove back in, his tongue plunging into your asshole with renewed fervor.
the masked man's other hand slid around to your dripping pussy, his fingers pushing two digits knuckle-deep into your weeping cunt. he pumped them in and out, palm grinding against your clit with each thrust. the combination of his tongue on your ass, and fingers in your pussy transformed your screams into wanton moans.
"aww, is the puta enjoying what i give to her, i knew you'd come around," you could tell he was smiling as his fingers curled inside your gummy walls. the tightening coil inside your gut finally snapped as your juices gushed around him, soaking his black t-shirt. he laughed out loud, shoving you back onto the ground, "look at you, you ruined my shirt." he placed each of his feet on either side of your trembling body, gazing down at the way your face was filled with smudged make-up. your whiskers all askew, mascara streaming down your face. he grabbed you by the collar you had on, twisting it as you gasped out loud, struggling to breathe once more. you felt yours leg give away, watching him drag you back to the living room as he threw you onto the couch.
"who.... who even are you- oh!" you squealed, feeling his hand come across your face. it burned and you feel the iron tang of blood flood your mouth, you lip busted from the impact. he grabbed hold of your jaw, using his other hand to adjust his mask before slapping you once again. you were sure your face was bruised when he finished, your lip swollen almost as if to silence you for the entire duration he had you in this cursed house.
"cat got your tongue?" he chuckled, caressing your burning cheek with his thumb. when you didn't respond, he dug through his pockets for his phone, snapping a picture of you shaking on the couch with tears streaming from your face. you shielded your eyes from the flash, and through your fingers you caught sight of his hair swept back. you recognized the silkiness of it. you knew this person, but you just couldn't understand where. before you could open your mouth to ask the same question that's been bothering you all night, you heard the click of a gun, the barrel pressed against your forehead. "i think you know what to do right now, right?"
you shook your head, your bottom lip quivering and the man in front of you laughed, using the barrel to wipe away your tears, the cold metal making you hiss. you gulped when he dug the gun into your neck, your body shaking as a new wave of tears washed over you. "you're going to fuck yourself on my gun. come on spread those legs."
his request made you freeze in place and when he placed the gun right onto a prominent artery in your neck, you whimpered and nodded your head, reluctantly spreading your legs.
"there we go," he cooed, "see, puta, you can learn."
he spit on the barrel of his gun, rubbing the saliva around before crouching down to see your womanhood clenching the air, bracing yourself for what was about to happen. you rubbed the barrel of the gun along your wet slit, the cold metal sending jolts of sensation through your core. you felt your juices on the metal barrel, making it slick and shiny as your dragged it over your clit and pushed it inside you. you whimpered, throwing your head back onto the couch as you stared at the ceiling, trying to convince yourself that this was all another horrible nightmare.
"fuck, look at you, getting off on my gun," the masked man taunted, "you're even more depraved than I thought. sabía que eras una puta sucia, pero esto..." you bit your lip hard, trying to stifle a moan as you began to move, fucking yourself on the gun with very hesitant thrusts. "louder, you quiet little whore," the masked man scoffed, his other hand coming down on your inner thigh. you whined out loud, nodding your head and letting out small, forced moans. sensing that you were trying too hard to make noises, and pressed the metal deeper into you. a satisfied growl escaped his lips when you cried out loud, arching your back.
"fuck, that's too big... please, that's too big," you moaned, bucking your hips to push the barrel out of you but instead the masked man took the opportunity to drive it deeper inside you, pulling it out before slamming it right back in. you screamed out loud, feeling the gun stretch you open as the man snorted,
"scream for me, puta. i want to hear every single noise clearly."
your hips rocked back and forth, taking the gun as much as you could. you panted, tongue stuck out as the man shoved his fingers into your mouth, dragging the gun in and out of you with a much faster pace than before. you struggled to handle the girth of the gun, your eyes rolling the back of your head. he slapped your face gently so that your eyes snapped back to his masked face. the emptiness you faced scared you, it made you sob at how defiling this felt and yet you could feel your orgasm approaching once more. the smell of your arousal mixed with uncontrollable fear spread through the room, and he could feel your pussy fluttering around the barrel of the gun, your juices flowing freely as you fucked yourself into oblivion. your cunt spasmed around the barrel of the gun as you cummed, gushing your release over the cold metal. the masked man watched as your juices splattered onto the floor, forming a puddle beneath the couch.
"no puedo contenerme más, i need to feel you around my cock," the man moaned, unbuckling his belt. your still bound hands weakly thrashed once more, your eyes glossed over. your mind was spinning, still not over the last orgasm. the gun was tossed the side, and he grabbed hold of your jaw so that you faced him not the weapon that you just fucked. he fumbled with his zipper, shoving his pants down as he let his cock spring up, the sound of his member slapping against his stomach echoing in the room. you could feel the warmth of his body radiate off him; it was suffocating. you shook your head, trying to plead your way out of this. you already did everything else he asked for! you just wanted to go home and get ready for the halloween house contest tomorrow! he gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your abused flesh as he placed the swollen head of his cock against your sensitive clit. he smacked the tip against your pearl, watching you mewl out loud at oversensitivity. with one brutal thrust, he slammed his hips forward, burying his massive cock deep into your cunt. you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs, silent screams falling from your lips as he stretched you open, his thick shaft forcing its way past your gummy walls. tears streamed down your face as he began to move, fucking you hard and fast, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.
"this cunt was made to be ruined, made to milk my cock, hecha para ser mia" he growled, snapping his hips faster against you. the sound of skin against skin did little to calm you down, instead your ears rang and when he began to rub your clit, you were sobbing out loud at how everything felt... felt so good. your mind a dizzy mess, not following along with what was happening.
between moans you once again asked the million dollar question on your mind, "w-who are you? who are you?"
"come on mi vida," he scoffed, almost as if he was insulted that you kept asking the same question, "use that pretty brain of yours you know exactly who i am. i've seen the way you look at me." but as he drilled into your cunt, you really didn't know. you couldn't think, your brain on overdrive, too caught up with the sensation of his thick cock filling you up like the whore that you were. your let your legs wrap around his waist, pushing him further into you on instinct and he laughed, using his hands to pull his sweat-stained shirt over his head. his mask came off, and in the dark you could barely see the outline of his hand running through his silky hair.
"t-the mask, your mask," you whimpered, narrowing your eyes to try and focus on the voice. the outline of his jaw, you recognized him. you knew who it was, the name was on the tip of your tongue. quite suddenly, he pressed the mask against your face, hardly giving you enough room to breathe.
"you wanted to know who i am with my mask off, we can work in different ways hermosa, i'm not picky," the man snickered. your head was buried into the couch's cushions, and you could see black spots clouding what was left to see in the dark. as your final orgasm of the night shot through you, the man pulled the mask away from you and let you breathe as you screamed out loud, squirting all over his cock. he groaned out loud, emptying his load as he shot ropes of his cum inside your cunt. he loved the way your cunt clamped down on him, constricting him as he watched you create a new puddle of your juices onto the ground. he pulled out of you, watching his cum leak out of you. he caught hold of his phone again, zooming in to see your cream-pie'd cunt and when the flash took hold of the dark room, the last thing you saw before passing out was your sweet neighbor carlos grinning at your fucked out body.
it was late in the afternoon the next day when you finally came back to your sense. your entire body felt sore, as if you had been roasted alive over a wood of fire. with shaky legs, you stumbled out of your bedroom, looking around the living room. you were back in your house, but you didn't know how. you still felt the feeling of your cunt being stretched out, and your head was throbbing in pain. the doorbell to your door rang and you glanced out the window to see carlos there with a bag of chocolates. you scowled, remembering how he towered over you the night before. not wanting to be too suspicious, you opened the door and stood there with a very worried expression on your face.
"carlos... how... nice to see you," you whispered, gulping.
"ah, hermosa! i'm so glad you're doing better! you know last night, the craziest thing happened! i was coming to pick you up for the halloween party but ever the eager girl, you fell from your ladder and hit your head!" he shook his head, "mi niña torpe, you can never go a day without hurting yourself!"
"i fell off a ladder?" you asked, tilting your head.
"yeah! you hit your face pretty badly," he winced, bringing a hand to cup your cheek. the warmth of his palm made you moan a bit, closing your eyes in relief. you and your vivid nightmares. your sweet neighbor would never do this to you! he was always looking out for you. you almost wanted to mention the bad dream, but then remembered how he got offended the last time you revealed what happened when you were asleep. you decided to keep your mouth shut and invited him into your house, taking the bag of chocolates.
"the halloween house contest will start soon," you grinned, limping to the couch to sit down. "you should sit down carlos, we have a few hours before the kids arrive. maybe you could help me organize the goodie bags!"
when you looked up, you saw him towering over you. he ran a hand through his hair, tossing the tv remote in his hand a couple times before dragging it down your neck,
"we have time, mi vida, we can spend time together alone until then," and he watched you furrow your brows, starting to understand what he was hinting towards, "you want to watch a horror movie?"
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konigsblog · 9 months ago
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i think about this a little too often...
synopsis; kidnapped by a ‘photographer’ who spares you no mercy.
photographer, kidnapper-könig thots™
tw/cw; rape, non-con/dub-con, dark fiction, sexual assault and assault, kidnapping, the dove is dead. dead dove: do not eat. 🔞
photo credits; x_bruisedpeach_x on x/🐦
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if someone had warned you that the sweet boy who had approached you down the street claiming to be a model photographer was in fact a violent man, who'd kidnap and beat you until you were unrecognisable and nothing but a bloodied mess on his dirty basement floor, you wouldn't believe them.
könig came across as calm and relaxed, he seemed sweet when you spoke to him, with a surprisingly quiet voice for someone of his size.
at first, he came across as threatening and intimidating as he towered over you and gazed at you creepily before finally speaking up, but after inviting you down the road for a coffee together to talk about his photography career, you had agreed eagerly to come around to his house to take some photos together and act as a model for him. you should've been alarmed from the start when a random, old pervert had asked to take pictures of you, but the thought and dream of becoming a model left you blind to any and all danger, falling for his depraved, immoral plan to kidnap a pretty little thing like you for himself.
when you stepped into his house, the atmosphere shifted suddenly and completely. könig no longer radiated a sweet, calm energy that you once knew of. instead, könig was no longer smiling sweetly, but instead a sickening grin curled the sides of his mouth with terrifyingly wide eyes staring into your soul, enough to scare you into silence. you choked on your words as könig began to inch closer before dragging you downstairs into his basement by your hair. his grip was tight, firm. he held your hair in his fist and would drag you, throwing you downstairs despite your wails and mortified screams. it's a shame that he lives in a secluded area, far from any other neighborhood or town, where nobody would hear your wails for help.
you were a vulnerable and naïve mess. he almost felt guilty and remorseful for this treatment when he threw his fist at you repetitively, seeing how you'd eventually come to take his beatings out of horror and terror, blood running down your chin from your split lip. you were too gorgeous for any other man and he worried someone would take you away for themselves. he didn't want people to recognise you from the missing person posters put up around the city, with your face plastered on all the pictures, so instead, he left your face swollen with marks, making sure that you were always bruised with a slap, punch, or spanking.
although one thing was true. not his attitude and the persona he put on, the façade of a kind-hearted boy. the truth was that he wanted to take photos of you, but not for modeling, for his own sick enjoyment, gratification, and pleasure.
the basement wasn't like any other modeling shoot you'd seen in movies or television shows. instead, there was a metal table that könig had strapped you down to, and one large camera recording the entire thing. you were stripped naked, your dignity stripped alongside your clothes. you couldn't fight it, not when you were weakened and understood what would happen if you cried too loudly and irritated him or distracted him for his work, or used your sharp nails and canines against him as weapons.
bare on his table, könig began to record despite the obvious discomfort and mortification in your wide, glossy eyes. the flashing red light left you ashamed, feeling too raw and exposed with your legs forced open and your puffy cunt for him to admire and grope. he'd pinch and clamp your sensitive clit, until you sobbed out painfully, only to be forced to take his girthy and lengthy size for hours on end until he had his fill for the day. although könig warned you not too weep too loudly, he desired the sound of your sobbing, to harden his already stiff cock.
nothing would stop könig from raping every hole you have, to use these videos and pictures for his own personal usage.
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toxicanonymity · 6 months ago
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neighbor stuff
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800 words, joel x f!reader, early night walks au
WARNINGS: I8+, reefer, joel POV (smutty thots & moves), OOC wardrobe.
join the manspreading olympics (this fic only implies it)
Joel didn’t follow you to the grocery store. He was there first, and he was just about to drive off when he saw you park your car. Now he sits on a bench and lights up a joint while you shop. He stretches his arm out and looks at the sky to exhale, then closes his eyes. How'd he get so lucky that a cool chick like you, with a fine ass like yours, was walking around his neighborhood? Just waiting to be swept off her feet and into his basement. . .
His mind wanders to a highlight reel of the moment before he kissed you, when he saw the last of the uncertainty leave your eyes, overtaken completely by yearning for him. And then, your first kiss. God damn, the way you melted into him. The heat between you as your bodies came together. The way you got on top, completely giving into what you wanted so bad.
Bad girl. So bad. So fucking hot.
Blood rushes to his loins. His smoking hand flexes with the muscle memory of your plush asscheek.
He looks down at the swell in his pants. Didn’t mean for this to happen, not here at least. He shoves his free hand into his pocket to adjust himself, just in time to see you walking toward him. Shit, he mutters to himself. You’re just as hot in the daylight.
“What are you doing here?” you ask, and he takes it in stride. You may sound disinterested, but once again, your body’s saying something else: you stopped at his bench when you could’ve kept walking.
“Buyin’ shaving cream and tangerines.”
“Right,” you deadpan, looking at his lack of grocery bags, which are in his car. Your eyes linger on his pants, you naughty girl.
“Take a seat, pumpkin.” He nods to the spot next to him and offers you the joint.
“I can’t,” you respond half-heartedly, but you keep standing there. . ..
He blatantly checks you out, letting his head tilt down then back up as his eyes rove your body. He wets his lips, pinches the joint out, then puts it behind his ear.
“Least lemme walk ya to your car.” Your eyes follow his hand when he adjusts himself as he stands up, then you abruptly look away.
He reaches for a grocery bag. You don’t hand it to him, but he slips a couple of his fingers into the plastic handle anyway, brushing your hand, then you let him take it. He passes the bag to his far hand as you begin to walk side by side, and he puts his closer hand on your back.
You don’t move away, but your jaw tenses.
“What do you want?” you ask as you reach your car and open it.
He gets closer. His hand slides slowly down your back and pauses just above your ass.
He leans in and his voice drops. “Want ya to come over again.”
You let him have the briefest little squeeze, then glance over your shoulder toward the store as you twist your hips away. "I'm sure you do," you say under your breath. You take the grocery bag from him and put it in the car, then look him in the eyes. Your face sure is pretty. And those eyes. They sure do want him.
He's admiring your lips when you ask, “What?”
He shrugs then shifts on his feet. “Can I get your number?”
You laugh silently with a small shake of your head.
“You're breakin’ my heart, pumpkin,” he laughs with you. "Hey, what if I gotta tell ya somethin'? Neighbor type stuff... Could be important."
Yeah, okay. You won't give it to him this time.
Your eyes linger on his chain, then he could swear your voice takes on the slightest sultry edge when you reply, “You know where I live.” He raises his eyebrows, and you add, “Creep.”
You turn toward your car to close the trunk/hatch.
“Yeah,” he agrees, moving back into your personal space, from behind. “I know where to find ya.”
His pulse quickens at the possibilities as his body is drawn even closer to yours. You don't move an inch as he gently presses himself against your ass, and his fingers rest lightly on your hip.
He inhales your scent, his lips brush your hair, and he murmurs, “That what I should do? .... Come ‘n’ find ya?”
You don't say no.
You take a deep breath, then slightly tilt your head, just enough that he can see the hunger in your gaze. Hell yeah, of course that's what you want.
God damn, he could do it right here. But not this time.
You swallow and mutter, “I've gotta go,” then step away from him.
That's okay. He'll find you.
“I can do that,” he promises, and you ignore it.
He puts his hands in his pockets and turns to walk away. Yeah, he’ll "find you" alright.
Hell yeah, that's even better. You're perfect, you know. God damn, you're hot.
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Ty for reading 🖤
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running-with-kn1ves · 1 year ago
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Hii ! I wanted to ask if you could do more yandere gangster.
A/N: here's a ramble that is similar to so many other fics/imagines but its ALL I CAN THINK OF RN...
CW: kidnapping, yandere themes, murder, illicit substances mentioned, weaponry, some suggestive thots, general dark content shtuff.
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Gangster! Yan who’s the right hand man to one of your city’s oldest gangs, the bosses family operating it since the prohibition era. Their main source of income back then was smuggling alcohol to different speakeasies and clubs, now mostly dabbling in the occasional shipment of opioids or small arms that they can get their hands on. Your gangster! Yan doesn’t handle that side of business, though. He’s been tasked to oversee deals, and the protection of the boss and whatever sweet treat he has on his arm for the evening.
When a ‘project’ goes haywire, he’s there to settle things. When someone needs to be taken care of, he oversees it while his boys do what they need to. And when there’s a witness to a particularly unsavory part of business, he personally sees to shutting them up. 
That’s why he didn’t have a choice but to watch you, to learn your morning routine and stare intensely when you perused the grocery isles indecisively. The boss put him up to it, to dispose of every flaw in their seamless operations; countless times he entered your backdoor, breaking the lock you had just replaced due to his previous endeavor, watching you curl up in warm white sheets and smush your face against your pillow. Standing outside wasn’t an option anymore, his shadow from the window disturbed you, and it blocked the trickle of moonlight on your dewey skin. 
Even with the small pistol in his hidden coat pocket, the crowbar he ued to pry the door open, the compulsion to rid you of what you had seen to appease his leader could not overtake the complete desire to rub his face into your chest, to have your thighs wrapped around his head like a sea of warmth, needing that earthy scent of your skin that somehow calmed his screaming heart to completely surround him. 
What drew him to you was how alone you had been-- at home, at the scene of the crime, when you were out and about. Who would miss you? Who was there to take care of you? What would be the purpose to killing you? You hadn’t even gone to the police yet, despite the millions of questionable asks you submitted to reddit and looked up online for what to do after seeing a man’s murder. 
The roughly edged gangster found it endearingly cute, so foreign to the life he had led. You had no way of stopping him if he completed what he was supposed to, no one to turn to if you suddenly found yourselves at the hands of a shady group of men who used you as a drug mule. 
Gangster! Yan knew the kind of underlings his boss employed, easy men on probation or past druggies who wouldn’t think for a minute to stop from gobbling you up on the side of the street if you just so happened to walk down the wrong alley. Seeing as you had stupidly yet to make a distinct change your route after witnessing his gangs work, it could happen any day now. 
He couldn’t let you fall prey to the men he didn’t have a leash on, nor let you continue to live in such suffocating solitude with that neutral look on your face forever. Even if it was only filled with fear from now on, from him-- he’d give you a better life than what you lived.
It was too easy to take you, too easy to drag you to his car, too easy to put you in the decent condo he had been paying for the past decade and barely came home to. Now, he had just realized, he’d have a real reason to come back home. He couldn’t just sleep the night away in shitty bars just to wake up to the next day of work. He had to take care of you, feed you, make sure you bathed. 
Gangster! Yan was almost as surprised when he gave you the cold shoulder, heartlessly teasing you for your stupidity in walking down a known drug-trade neighborhood, for not having realized that he had stalked  you every. single. Day. as you were blind to his heavy, broad shadow of scars and grimaces.
You were so quietly willing to appease him, to scoot to his lap when he demanded it with a threatening hand over his pocket, pretending as if the empty space was a weapon. “Please don’t kill me” you asked neverendingly, every meek breath expecting a slap or a shove off. But the criminal held onto you tighter, hating the reminder that you weren’t a willing pet. 
Even when your eyes faded back with ecstasy, your arms thrown around his shoulders with a grip that only a lover could offer, he saw the flinch you gave when he bent down to kiss you. 
Even with his harsh spats that he throws at you for your mistakes, his belittlement, you are his comfort doll when he’s deal with hardships for the day. When the horrible things he’s done starts to get to him and the alcohol doesn’t drown it out,  or when one of his drop-offs go to shit, you’re the one he bee-lines for for to rant to, to make you stroke him and nod at how hard he’s worked. But his possessiveness is soul-crushing. His grip is painful when he holds you at night, his kisses rough against your mouth with his chain-smoker breath and chapped lips that haven’t been touched in ages.
But with you, he’s learned to take better care of himself. He already has you, wants you in every way, but he needs you to want him, to need him. So, coming home to shower, geling his hair back like he did as a young rookie, shaving his 5 o’clock shadow, he’s made himself into the perfect, respectable man-- or wannabe bad boy. But no amount of grooming could change your perception of the blood stained gangster that kept you in a cage before you were trustworthy enough to be chained to the bed. 
“I’ve killed for you, who else could say that?” 
“Been thinkin’ bout you all day, waiting here for me. Came home as fast as I could so you wouldn’t be lonely. A nobody like you can’t be left to your own devices for too long.”
“Won’t let no other fucker get a hold of you, you’re mine-- through and through. I’ll kill us both before something seperates us.
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favslarue · 4 months ago
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Pro-hero Katsuki Bakugo NSFW inspired by THE DINNER - Billie Eilish
Warnings: Rough sex, stalking, dirty talk, humiliation, cumming in mouth, spanking, office sex.
English is not my first language, 100% accept advices and correction in the grammar and vocabulary, but please be nice. 🥹
✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆
You never thought that you would ever commit a crime worst than stealing to eat or getting into fights with other delinquents.
But then he arrested you after you had beaten the shit out of some rich kid who often were at your neighborhood, pretending they’re dangerous gang members.
When in fact, they’re just being used by the actual dealers, who know there won’t be big consequences for those kids, their parents will just pay the authorities and they will be free to sell those drugs to their rich friends again.
You knew that, you knew that the criminals you know wouldn’t let those people mess with your family, you knew that they weren’t shit
But for some reason, the moment your little brother came home crying saying they offered him drugs.
That one of them tried to persuade him to sell that shit too, saying that “your thot sister won’t have to sell her body to put food on the table anymore”.
That wasn’t truth, but still, your brother believed him for a moment. That fucking moment you saw red, you couldn’t control your anger.
The moment you jumped that teenager you weren’t thinking straight, you didn’t consider that your brother had nobody else than you.
And that gang of little pussies didn’t dared to do something to you, so they called the cops.
They called the fucking cops, but the pro hero Dynamight came with them. Your neighborhood had a fame, so they thought it was something way worse.
Next thing you know, you are in the prison cell, after listening all type of shit from that asshole’s father, it really didn’t matter if he was the gang member in the picture, you dared to touch that daddy’s boy.
After at least 2 or 3 hours sat there, still feeling the blood pounding in your chest, you hands and knees sore and bleeding. A female guard opened that cell.
- Y/N? got lucky someone paid you bail - The guard said, she clearly wasn’t happy.
- Me? Are you sure? - You were confused, you didn’t had a lot of people who cared for you, and those who did, almost didn’t had money to eat.
- Yeah! Dynamight did, even defended you when that kid’s dad were trying to take you on court - She wasn’t telling you that to be nice, she wanted to know what kind of relationship you had with the pro hero.
- The dad almost exploded when the number 1 hero yelled at his child for being a gang member! - She continued, trying to get something out of you. - He threatened to investigate the teenager and his friends. Do you know him?
- No! Never seen him in my life. - Why would he do that? You asked yourself.
Don't be afraid of me, I'm what you need
I saw you on the screens, I know we're meant to be
You're starrin' in my dreams, In magazines
After that, you stole a cellphone, it was easy considering your invisibility quirk. You needed to know more about that hero. Just out of curiosity.
You followed all the online forums about Dynamight.
When somebody opened a Live video of him saving someone you rushed to the place were it was happening, just to see him arresting the criminals and being interviewed.
You're lookin' right at me
I'm here around the clock
I'm waitin' on your block
And after that, you followed him home, every. single. time.
Sometimes you even dared to enter his house. The first time, you managed to get in as soon as he opened the door.
After sneaking in, you couldn’t find a way out, so you just spent the night there, watching him, learning his routine. You even discovered his real name, Katsuki Bakugo. You watched him sleep that night.
He clearly was agitated, he woke up scared and turned the lights on, walked two or three times around the house, to make sure he was alone, checked if the doors and windows were locked.
He was smart to notice something was wrong, but didn’t figure you were the one disturbing his sleep (or so you thought).
You left at morning, when he opened the windows to let the sunlight in the room.
Some weeks later you had already figured every single way in and out, but he was being more careful, he even adopted a guard dog.
It was a huge one, you even considered stopping your visits, but you realized quickly that it was a gentle dog. It got used to your presence very quickly.
Trying to conciliate your obsession and raising your brother was hard, so sometimes you would steal from his fridge. You knew he wouldn’t mind.
I waited on the corner 'til I saw the sitter leave
Was easy getting over and I landed on my feet
I came in through the kitchen lookin' for something to eat
I left a calling card so they would know that it was me
You were tired of only watching him, you wanted more. You wanted him.
So when you figured he needed a secretary, you took the chance.
Lying in your curriculum, you knew everything that he needed. And honestly, you needed the job.
You even eliminated the other candidates, you didn’t kill them, obviously. Just scared the shit out of them, some even left the estate.
While I'm away, don't read my mail
Just bring a veil
And come visit me in jail
You got the job, of course. And after all that, you can’t back down. You will get what you want. You will have him.
You were in his office, with other employee who were showing you the company.
- This is Y/N sir. She is your new secretary, I sent you a copy of her resume and…
- You can go now, I want to know her better. - He interrupted her.
She looked at you almost saying “good luck” and left.
- I know you, don’t I? Could you remind me where did we met? - He said, his words seemed truthful, but not his eyes… They were daring you to lie.
- You saved me once, but I’m sure you don’t remember that. - It wasn’t exactly a lie.
- Saved you from what? - Fuck. He remembers.
You decided to gaslight him, you wouldn’t destroy what you fought so hard for. You have to make something up.
- Last year… bank robbery, I was one of the people that were held hostage. - You thankfully knew every single one of his operations by head.
He chuckled, looking at you in disbelief.
- You’re a good liar, but my memory is way better. - You tilted your head, trying look confused. - If the police station were the only time we crossed paths, maybe I wouldn’t remember, but the last months you have been quite present, haven’t you?
But please don't call the cops
They'll make me stop
And I just wanna talk
- I don’t know what you’re talking about
He let out a loud laugh, it was dark and scary.
He got up from the chair and circled his tabled. Getting dangerously close to you. You didn’t move a muscle.
He was taller and significantly bigger than you. It was intimidating, but all that you and your sick mind were thinking about was getting pinned under him, held down by those enormous biceps
- It isn’t a coincidence that you always are where I am at, especially when i’m working. I noticed you watching me saving people, every single time. And you always left after me. - He said in a low tone, if he wasn’t so close you wouldn’t hear him.
I'll go back to the diner
I'll write another letter
I hope you'll read it this time, you better
You don’t know that yet, but Bakugo were just as deranged as you are.
When he paid your bail, it was out of heart, but instead of moving on with his life he researched about you, the schools you went, your family, all of your crimes. Things that not even the police knew.
After that, he spotted you on a crowd of people that were watching him arrest a random criminal, more than one time.
Noticed that you didn’t leave even after everyone did, and that you were trying your best to not catch his attention.
You were waiting for something, you were waiting for him.
And after the third time, he noticed you using your quirk, that’s when everything made fucking sense.
All the nights felling watched, the sensation of being followed,
The feminine perfume that just didn’t left his house, his room, his dog, his uniform.
It was you, this whole fucking time.
Bet I could change your life
You could be my wife
He would pretend to be asleep just to hear your steps around his house.
Just to hear you petting his dog and whispering some kind words to it.
Just to feel you coming closer to his sleeping face and stare.
Could get into a fight, I'll say you're right
And you'll kiss me goodnight
- Mr. Dynamight, I just want the job. You’re confusing me with someone else.
In a quick movement he grabbed your wrists and put them behind your back, bending you over his desk, and positioned himself behind you.
You tried to set yourself free, but it was completely useless, you could swear that he would arrest you right there and then.
- You’re fucking insane - He said in your ear.
The cops around the corner stopped me when I tried to leave
They told me I was crazy and they knocked me off my feet
You closed your eyes, accepting your faith. To be honest you didn’t regret a thing, at least he sees you now.
Also, his feelings for you were intense, even if they are anger and hatred, that was enough for you.
But a fucking kiss on your neck and he leaning over you was the last thing you expected.
Your body stiffened, you held your breath.
- What are you doing? - You whispered, shaking.
That’s when you felt his hard dick on your back. What the fuck? Was he excited from all of this? Was he fucking crazy?
They came in through the kitchen lookin' for something discrete
I left a calling card so they would know that it was me
- You’re not the only one who has an obsession.
He didn’t loosen his grip in your wrists, and continued kissing and biting your neck and sometimes the back of your neck, the kisses were wet and aggressive.
- And I am insane? - You weren’t trying to be ironic, you were just astonished.
He didn’t saw it that way, what lead you to receive a hard slap in your ass, and a hair pull right after.
- You don’t get to judge me, bitch. - He said in your ear while holding your hair tightly.
- I wasn’t…- Another slap, you took that as a command to shut up.
He lifted the skirt of your office dress and grabbed the cheek of your ass, that were red from the previous mistreatment.
He slid a finger into your panties and felt your wetness, holding your clit between his fingers while you breathed heavily under him, trying your best to not make noises.
Suddenly, your thong is on your mouth and he’s kneeling to face your wet cunt, he blowed cold air against it, which made you tremble. He held your thighs with enough strength to bruise.
You bended even more, and he licked your folds, sucked your clit, his tongue swirling around your wetness, creating a knot in your low belly.
His mouth is hot and ravishing, almost like he liked the taste.
- Mhm… Dynamight… - You moaned, not being able to complete your sentence.
And with that, you came quickly. The tension and need was too much to handle. Your trembling legs gave in, almost falling, if it weren’t his grip on your thighs.
You couldn’t process your orgasm and he was standing again, his tip teasing you folds, sliding from your entrance to your clit, and going back to your entrance.
You throw your hips back, trying to cause some friction. But you were held in place, and received a hard smack in your ass, and you could swear he used his quirk because of the unusual burn and the loud noise it made
- You’re a big girl, use your words.
- Can you… mhm. Fuck me? Why are you taking so long?
He chuckled, mockingly - I see you’re not so stupid, what a surprise.
Shoving only the tip, he started stretching you out, you’re not a virgin, but there’s way too long since you were fucked, and you didn’t saw his dick, so you weren’t aware of what expected you.
Only the tip already hurt, if it weren’t for how wet you are it probably wouldn’t fit.
It was clear that Katsuki was holding back, each centimeter entering you was driving you closer to madness. Your pussy is sucking him even more.
Bakugo decided to stop torturing you and shoved it entirely into you. It made you scream and the piece of fabric felt from your mouth.
He started pounding into you, not letting you adjust to his entire length, which is huge.
- Put it back in your mouth, if people hear me fucking my secretary it will be worse for your reputation than mine.
You obeyed, not because you cared about what people thought, that was the only reason why you were there anyway. His voice ordering you around made it impossible to not comply.
The table cracking, the friction of your nipples against it. Your pussy burning and throbbing as he fucked you from behind, his grunts and his hand on your hips and ass. Your ass sore from the smacks.
All of that helped another orgasm to grow. One of your hands reached for him, he held your wrist and pulled your other arm, to hold them both as he gripped your hair with his other big hand.
You came with that, held your breath and felt dizzy, almost like you were going to pass out. Your pussy had it’s own heartbeat at this point.
He didn’t slowed his pace, in fact it became more frenetic as you did your best to not keep the oxygen from going to your brain
Suddenly, he pulled out. Turned you around and pulled you into your knees.
- Gonna cum in your mouth, doll.
He stroked sometimes as he stared down at you, face with his usual frown, but his lips were parted and eyes darker.
You opened your mouth in anticipation, he grabbed your face, to keep it like that (but also to caress your cheek while doing it)
As he shoot his loads of seed down your throat some spilled in the conner of your lips, his thumb cleaned your lips and shoved into your tongue.
- Swallow it. - You complied - Good whore.
He stared at you on the floor a bit, you looked away, and that made him grin, obnoxiously.
He lowered to your level, gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.
Caught you off guard when his lips touched yours, his tongue invaded your mouth, in a dominant yet gentle way. Your whole body shivered.
He broke the kiss and looked at you, without saying a word, he stood up.
- Get up - He circled his desk, you didn’t saw it, but he took your underwear that it was on the desk, and hided it in his pocket.
You got up, fixing your dress and trying to put your hair in place, looking for your underwear, but you were too embarrassed to stay there longer, so you just decided to leave without your panties.
You turned around, ready to leave. Not wanting to face the consequences, or him.
- Did I say you could leave? - You just stopped there, still not facing him
You feel him stepping closer, until he is behind you.
He put your hair to the side, exposing your neck and smelling you there. You got goosebumps all over your body.
I memorized your number, now I call you when I please
I tried to end it all, but now I'm back up on my feet
- When your shift ends, come to my house. You don’t need the address, right? - And kissed your neck. - You may leave now.
I saw you in the car with someone else and couldn't sleep
If somethin' happens to him, you can bet that it was me
–3956
310-807-3956
310-807-3956
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jobean12-blog · 2 years ago
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Mr. Right Next Door
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Pre-outbreak!Joel and neighbor!Joel)
Word Count: 2,284
Summary: You’ve recently moved into the neighborhood and thankfully your neighbor across the street happens to be quite handy...and hot so you have him over as much as possible to fix things and the tension builds until finally a night out at the bar he works weekends at pushes him over the edge. 
Author’s Note: This is what happens when friends share their thots and I have thots...I’m ready for Joel to fix everything in my house...😁 and I love the jealousy/possessive trope- and the poor new cute guy- I didn’t even bother giving him a name because he never stood a chance haha! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰
Warnings: lots of fluffy fun and flirting and jealous/possessive Joel :) 
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“Do you know the bartender?”
You almost choke on your drink but manage to swallow down the rest of the liquid instead of spitting it all over the cute guy you’ve been flirting with for the past hour.
“Why?” you ask without turning around.
“He keeps staring at you and then giving me dirty looks.”
“I’ve never seen him before in my life,” you lie with a shrug.
Your new cute guy friend smiles and continues chatting with you until you’ve finished your drink.
“It’s beautiful out, do you want to go for a walk?” the cute guy asks.
“Sure,” you tell him and slide off the stool.
You go to open your bag and pay but he stops you with a soft touch and drops some cash onto the bar.
“Thanks,” you tell him as he gestures for you to walk ahead of him.
He places a hand at the small of your back and leads you toward the door. You glance behind you, looking over his shoulder and catching Joel’s eye.
He’s staring at you, his expression unreadable but you can tell his jaw is firmly set with the clench of his teeth. His eyes follow you until you disappear out the door.
The night is warm but breezy and as you walk away from the bar you relax into the ease of the conversation.
The sound of approaching footsteps doesn’t register and when Joel slides up beside you and gently grabs your arm you jerk back in surprise.
“Sorry darlin’,” he says, with a hint of sheepishness. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”
Your eyes widen but you don’t pull away.
“I thought you said you didn’t know him?” the cute guy asks.
You almost forgot he was there.
“She told you she didn’t know me?” Joel asks with a haughty smirk. “Oh we know each other all right. We’re neighbors in fact.”
You keep your eyes on Joel.
“What do you want?” you ask Joel, finally pulling out of his grasp.
“You okay?” he demands, cutting the other guy a sharp look.
The new guy shoves his hands in his pockets and holds Joel’s stare, unintimidated.
“This guy bothering you?” Joel asks, his arms now folded over his chest.
You open your mouth to answer but the new guy beats you to it.
“I wasn’t bothering her. We were just enjoying a walk.”
The new guy swings his eyes in your direction with a smile. “And besides, I’m pretty sure she wants to be here as much as I do.”
“Well ain’t that just the sweetest,” Joel says, sarcasm dripping from every word. “But I’m gonna need her to come back to the bar with me.”
The new guy keeps his eyes on you and waits.
You glower at Joel and grumble under your breath, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Just come back to the bar darlin’,” he answers.
“Joel.”
“Come on sweetheart,” he murmurs, taking your hand.
You can’t bring yourself to pull away and at the mere feel of his skin against yours your whole body reacts with a shiver.
Joel grins.
“If you don’t come with me I’m just gonna make a scene.”
You sigh and turn to the poor new guy, smiling apologetically before telling him, “I’m sorry. I have to go.”
The new guy looks taken aback and you frown, opening your mouth to placate him further when Joel cuts in and says, “move along,” and tugs you away from him.
You let Joel pull you all the way back to the bar before your anger catches up with you and you yank your hand from his, turning on your heel and striding toward the parking lot and your car.
Joel jogs after you.
“Where do you think you’re goin’?” he asks.
“What do you think you’re doing Joel?” you fire back.
“Aw come on darlin’. You weren’t really gonna spend the night with that guy…”
“And why not?” you ask, your tone incredulous.
Something flickers across his features but he steels himself before you have time to discern it’s meaning. He doesn’t answer your question, his hands landing on his hips as he takes a step closer to you, leaving very little space between your bodies.
It looks like he wants to say something but instead he grabs your arm and pulls you down the lane between the bar and the next building.
You protest but he doesn’t stop until darkness almost completely hides you both.  He maneuvers you against the brick wall of the bar.
“What are you doing?” you gape.
“You have an awful lot of questions tonight darlin’,” he simpers as he leans his hands on the wall on either side of your head, blocking any escape.
You swallow hard, the sound audible over the loud thumping of your heart. He studies your face, his gaze intense as it slowly wanders over your features.
“Don’t be mad at me,” he says gruffly. “I just…,” he continues and sighs.
“Were you jealous?” you blurt out, your eyes getting round with the realization.
He huffs out an aggravated burst of laughter.
“Joel?” you push, folding your arms over your chest and lifting your chin. “Answer my question.”
He dips his head, pressing his nose to your throat and he groans, feeling your pulse flutter wildly against his lips.
His mouth moves over your skin, soft and warm, and your whimper of need is like a zip of electricity between you.
“Joel,” you breathe his name. A plea.
He nearly loses his mind as he lifts his head and looks into your eyes, filled with want.
His arms drop from the wall and wrap around you, drawing you against his body before his lips crash to yours.
You kiss him back. Hungry and deep, your hands the same as they caress his broad shoulders and slide along the nape of his neck and into his hair.
With a stumble you hit the wall, his hardness pressing against your stomach as he swallows your breathy moans. The lights above the back door of the bar go on, flashing brightly and lighting up your tangled bodies.
“Joel!” you gasp, breaking the kiss and pressing your hands to his hard chest.
For a moment he looks confused, his hair mussed and his lips parted with his heavy breathing. Then he turns his head to the door and sees the bar keep staring at you both.
You straighten your clothes and clear your throat, dropping your head as you start to walk back toward the parking lot. Joel follows you, stopping at your car and pressing his hand to the door so you can’t open it.
“Don’t go,” he says, his tone pleading.  
“It’s late and you have to finish your shift,” you answer.
You stare at each other for a few tense moments before he pushes you against the car and kisses you again. Your keys fall to the ground and your fingernails scrape down the soft material of his shirt.
He growls low and deep, pressing his knee between your legs and nipping at your bottom lip.
The sound of crunching gravel makes you pull your lips away and you bury your face in his neck, clinging to him to steady yourself as a group of drunken people walk by.
“Are you still coming to fix my leaky faucet tomorrow?” you ask him, still hiding.
You can feel his smile against your skin and he moves back just enough to look you in the eyes.
“Of course darlin’,” he hums. “First thing.”
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow,” you whisper.
He brushes his nose to yours, his lips a whispered tease before he kisses the corner of your mouth and reluctantly backs away so you can open the car door.
You don’t even realize your keys are still on the ground and when he bends down to get them and holds them out you shake your head with a guilty grin. “Thanks.”
He nods, his expression soft but his eyes still filled with longing as he waits for you to get in the car and pull away.
“Shit,” he mutters before running his hands over his face and trudging back to the bar.
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The next morning you take your fresh cup of coffee and walk to the large front window of your house, your head still filled with thoughts of last night and your body still alive with the lingering feeling of Joel’s hands and lips.
As if summoning him, the front door of his house opens and he walks out in tight dark jeans and a soft tee shirt that fits snugly in all the right places. You quickly step behind the curtain but continue to peek through, watching as he gathers tools from his pickup truck.
With every motion you can see the muscles in his back flex, the material of his shirt pulling tightly across the taut skin.
It’s too early to be feeling like this.
You know he’ll be showing up at your door soon so you grudgingly leave the delicious view and get yourself dressed and ready.
The doorbell rings and you rush down the steps, opening it with far too much force.
“Hey there,” he greets, letting his eyes sweep down your body.
“Hi Joel.”
Your reply is breathless and you turn away and walk toward the kitchen.
“I hope I’m not cutting into your day too much,” you say as he sets down his tools.
“Nah darlin’. Happy to help. Now let’s take a look.”
He drops to his knees and turns on his back, opening the cabinet under your sink and sliding into it as much as his shoulders will allow. His flashlight clicks on and you stare down at him, his thick thighs spread wide on the floor and his shirt riding up over his belt.
“Pass me the wrench, will ya darlin’?”
“Wrench,” you repeat quietly before tearing your eyes away and stepping over him to search the toolbox.
You move things around and try to remember what a wrench looks like. When you think you have it you grab the tool but when you turn around Joel is now standing in your space.
“Did you find it?” he asks, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“I think so,” you tell him, holding up the possible wrench.
He steps closer to you, crowding you against the counter with his body.
You feel the heat of his touch everywhere.
“That’s it,” he smiles, taking it from your hand and sliding it into the back pocket of his jeans. “Look at you. You could probably fix the sink yourself.”
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” you admit. “It was a lucky guess.”
He winks at you. “Good thing I know exactly what I’m doin’ then.”
“Right,” you agree, licking your lips. “What’s the next step.”
“I want to kiss you again,” he croons, his eyes falling to your lips. “In fact…” he whispers, dipping his head, “I’ve wanted to since the moment I saw you and after last night…” he continues, his breath warm as it fans your cheek, “I never want to stop.”
Your eyelashes flutter closed and you place your hands flat against his chest, his heartbeat fast under your palm.
“Jealously finally got you to make your move,” you tease, trying to feign some semblance of control.
He bends his head to yours, his lips brushing your ear and setting off a cascade of shivers down your spine.
“I don’t like it when someone else tries to take what’s mine…”
“Yours?” you gasp, your fingers fisting into his shirt as his lips trail down your throat.
“Mm hm,” he hums. “Mine.”
“What about my sink?” you ask, still trying to keep your voice steady and trying to ignore the fact that the very idea of being his makes you melt.
“What the hell do you to do me darlin’?” he murmurs, his beard brushing across your skin when his lips skim along your jaw.
He rests both his hands on the edge of the countertop, caging you in and keeping your body lined up with his.
“I didn’t do anything,” you answer as your hands slide down his chest and your fingers slip under the hem of his shirt.
“Jesus sweetheart,” he hisses, burying his face in the crook of your neck to breathe you in.
Your turn your head and you can feel his breath hitch when you press your lips to his throat. His hands drop from the counter and settle on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin before he slides them under your shirt and draws small circles with his calloused fingertips.
“You smell so fuckin’ good,” he hums, inhaling once more before he drags his face from your neck, his fingers moving higher. “Feel so fuckin’ good too.”
You hook your fingers into his belt and give him a little tug, bringing his lips down to yours. He groans and sinks into the kiss, his hands on every inch of skin he can find.
With one swift motion he has you up and onto the counter, his large body settled between your spread legs as he kisses you until you can’t breathe.
When you part to get some air, he slides one hand along your curves, his touch reverent as he moves higher and reaches your face to trace your jaw, brushing his thumb across your swollen lips.  
“I promise I’m gonna fix the sink,” he murmurs as he takes your chin between his fingers and pulls you close.
“Later,” you whisper. “Kiss me again. I need more.”
“I’ll do whatever you want darlin’. I’m all yours.”  
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 @justkinsey @sstan-hoe​ @blackwidownat2814​
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attapullman · 11 months ago
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HOME OF NEIGHBOR!BOB
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WISH HE WAS MY NEIGHBOR
robert from next door / You’ve lucked out with the perfect neighbor, a kind and overly helpful WSO. He puts up Christmas lights, lends his lawn mower, and grabs your morning paper. But what happens when he’s out of peppermint tea one night?
if only the neighbors knew / A month of stolen kisses culminates in Robert hosting the HOA meeting and getting you on his couch. The ladies of the neighborhood may make him blush, but only you can make your sweet neighbor weak in the knees. [smut 18+ only]
robert's laundry service / A broken washing machine and a clogged bathroom sink lead you and Robert to explore the next part of your secret relationship. [smut 18+ only]
stupid white car / Pretty trees and cozy fire pit nights are all you expected when Robert mentioned wanting to landscape his backyard. And then the architect in the slutty white Benz shows up.
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DRABBLES/THOTS/ETC. [* indicates 18+]
moodboard
morgan’s vision of his house
the tool belt stays on*
neighbor!bob walks in on you*
neighbor!bob takes care of you when you’re sick
new years eve plans*
fixing his truck on leave*
neighbor!bob's tool belt
swing set
his pool, his rules*
dropping you off at the airport
grocery shopping
do the neighbors know?
admiral neighbor bob
why are you in my house?
i'm here now
do you think they saw us?*
thanksgiving
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angstigone · 1 month ago
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(A/N): hello there lovelies,
this is mostly a gift to @akifordessert for tolerating my silly thots.
WARNINGS: mostly crack, fake-dating, fake-infidelity, mention of murder and fore, sexual tension, ooc! nagumo, ooc! hyo, she-her pronouns/afab character.
«my dear, I do hope that you won't think me nosy» said mrs. moriyama, the gossiper of the neighborhood, while sitting down on the sofa in your living room.
she had come inside with the offer of baked goods, although you knew it'd have meant a good hour of your time lending ear to her weird neighborly conspirations.
«mrs. moriyama, you could never be nosy» although your feelings veered onto the opposite.
still, the downside of being in an undercover mission was that you didn't act onto your own wills and wants, but instead you did everything for the good for the mission.
comprehended being nice to ladies you couldn't stand.
«well, it could be... it could be a sensitive topic».
you wondered whether it'd be that she had noticed mrs. kaori a few houses down sneak sugar in her muffins for the bake sales or if she had finally caught onto the fact that the tall and lanky man she always described waving at her was a tree.
«either way, it'll do us little good if I don't get it out, immediately».
and gently holding out her hands for your own as if she was a concerned sister, she sought out your gaze and ushered.
«are you cheating on your husband with your neighbor?».
the words didn't properly hit you till after a few - incriminating - minutes in which the old lady just went through her own conclusion as she shook her head both judging and soft as if she was definitely aware that you were a cheater but for your own reasons.
«oh, well, I can only understand you, my darling» except her tone didn't imply pity at all «... with a man that works such long hours and a bride so young... although back in my days, if I had been caught by my husband doing such a thing...».
«I am not... cheating on my... husband» although your acting skills were better, you couldn't help but be slightly taken aback by the accusation «... especially not with our... with my neighbor!».
the old lady didn't believe her a single bit as she promptly accused further.
«but... I... I saw him... he's pretty touchy, isn't he?» she brought forward «... and he does visit you often, doesn't he?».
«simply as he's concerned about hyo spending so much time away and leaving me alone».
the justification came out of your mouth convincingly enough and you accompanied it promptly with a good amount of judgement of your own.
mrs. moriyama had at least the decency to fluster lightly.
«... as for being touchy, yoichi is especially touchy with anybody. I don't think I am any special».
now, the woman looked less convinced and more embarassed: better striked the iron while it was hot.
«if you see malice in our interactions, mrs. moriyama» you got up from the sofa swiftly as if bitten, feigning a genuine hurt «... it must be in your eyes».
hook and sunk.
the old lady blabbered unconvincingly as if she couldn't believe that she was wrong for once, and to give her even less of a chance, she grabbed the muffins from the ground and went to pick them in the kitchen as if feigning to be busy.
to leave the woman no other option.
«... I apprecciate your words, but I think that it'd be best if you went back home, mrs. moriyama» keeping a civil relationship with your neighbor had been a request of the mission, but you doubted that such a ground was salvageable, and it was better to have the old lady feel too ashamed to ask any further inquiries. especially when it was right.
«oh my dear, it wasn't my intention to offend you».
«and you didn't, mrs. moriyama» except your tone lingered on the exact opposite «... but I think that both hyo and yoichi would find offense into such a thing».
«oh, I shall apologize and...» but by now you had managed to drag the lady to the entrance and with a promise to contact her once you felt 'easier' you promptly chose to slam the door in her face. for good measure.
you had crumpled against it with a breath of relief when a familiar laugh came from the stairs of the household.
«... ugh, we have such lively neighbors».
«don't even start, nagumo» you felt an headache brewing into your mind.
«oh, I thought I was yoichi just a few moments before» the complacent asshole appeared as he sat himself halfway through the stairs with a meaningful 'oomph'.
of course, he had been spying onto the conversation while mooping around the house.
«... weren't we friendly enough to be thought as lovers?».
«don't let it get into your head» you pointed out, promptly moving into a defensive stance. technically nagumo yoichi was your ally. technically speaking as every conversation with him felt like a sparring session «... it was a lady with catharacts that said it».
«well, even with her terrible eyesight she could tell that you and I were perfect for one another».
«she said no such thing» you should have known better than to let the trained hitman get underneath your skin; it had been all he had wanted since you had joined the order. unlike him and his squadmates, you lacked the distinct ability for killing but were an expert spy who prided yourself onto a perfect control. you were just right for recon and undercover missions.
as long as you weren't paired with the main annoyance, nagumo yoichi.
«hhm, she implied it».
«I don't think so».
«I do».
he had gotten up from where he stood and now he had come to where you had moved to collect the traces of the small afternoon tea. his closeness always created a series of mixed feelings into you and you couldn't deny that in part what mrs. moriyama had said had been true: nagumo was excessively friendly and touchy with you, a thing that terrorized and thrilled you.
there was a slice of danger in every way that nagumo moved; it wasn't just the fact that this man could have easily killed you with a child's toy, but he held himself in a way that was too friendly and yet, not close enough.
he treated you like his newest toy, on top of that, and you didn't enjoy the thought of the lack of control that came with this.
it had startled you when you had seen him while on the mission when he had introduced himself - in disguise - as your newest neighbor, before coming into your house when hyo had left for 'work' and ask you why you hadn't been partnered.
"I am better than that oaf at disguising".
you didn't think that in the years in which you had worked together under the order, you had ever noticed him that evidently pissed, as he had cornered you into your own house. it had you feeling like a prey and the whole emotion was burning in both embarassment and something else that you refused to discocern.
"that clown" hyo had said after nagumo's appearance while he feigned to read his newspaper as a proper husband "... always putting his nose where it didn't belong".
but this time it felt personal. to you.
«... hhm, still» he had come close enough that one of his hands was quick to gently caress your cheek, tenderly enough and yet to you it felt like a slap.
when had he come so close to you... without you noticing it?
for god's sake, you were meant to be a renown spy! and here you were acting like a skittish housewife.
the end of this mission couldn't come any faster.
«you aren't helping with the rumors» you shot back with an annoyed glare. or at least you fixed one on your face «... I told you not to get involved. there must be a reason if hyo was chosen in your pla...».
his hand was quick to push itself onto your mouth. it could have wrapped around your throat.
you might not be at his level in a fight, but you knew how to hold your own, had he actually fought against you. instead, he acted like a petulant child.
«don't remind me» he hissed as if he was seething with such a thing «I wanted to be your husband».
"dear heart, hold still".
you knew that nagumo was as trained as you in reading micro-expressions. anything could have given you out.
«and yet, it was me who was assigned».
never had you been gladder for hyo's intervention as the man closed - loudly - the door behind himself, and you used the startlement to duck your head and distance yourself from nagumo.
how close had you been to...
«... also why did mrs. moriyama stop me on the way to get in to apologize?» he raised an eyebrow as you came to his side, graciously grabbing his jacket to keep up the feigned appearance fo a domestic bliss .
nagumo's gaze might as well be a bullet aimed at your head.
no wait... it was a few centimeters higher... it was aimed at hyo.
«did the old bitch finally crook?».
«you won't like this» you spoke, instead, ignoring his crassness «... she just came here to accuse me of cheating on you. with nagumo».
hyo's eyes fell onto you and then back onto nagumo.
«I wonder where she got that idea».
«so, you also agree that I'd make the best husband, don't you?» nagumo had to obviously brush it in.
«... I have seen the state of your laundry» now that was smething that you were definitely curious about, especially in which occasion such a meet up had happened between hyo and nagumo's laundry «she's better off with me».
«boring» nagumo simply pouted, as you instead brought the matter at hand back.
«what do we do about mrs. moriyama?».
«I thought murdering her was off the table» you brushed off hyo's attempt at humor «not sure. what did you tell her?».
«that she was seeing things» but you doubted that'd be enough although the woman had been genuinely embarassed in the moment «still, I know she'll prod».
«what if we simply... let it happen».
both you and hyo turned to nagumo with honest confusion, as he simply smirked while slumping onto your sofa.
«you could become a widow and I could...».
«would that involve my death?» hyo said bewildered.
«this is a fucking undercover mission, not the fucking sims» you shot back «no need for fucking plot twists or shit... I... we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place if you had stayed in your lane».
«this whole situation wouldn't have happened at all, if I had been allowed to be your husband, instead of that brute!»
«I think I want a divorce» hyo promptly muttered as he moved to the kitchen and from the sound of it, you heard the liquor cabinet being opened.
not that you could blame him.
on his own, nagumo had this shit-eating grin on his face, much to your aggravation and annoyance.
«if he gets a divorce, do I get you, by the way, sweetheart?».
you better figure out a way to poison your supposed lover.
you definitely wondered whether mrs. moriyama had any pointers in that department.
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navybrat817 · 7 months ago
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Super hot today, lovelies.
Think neighbor!Bucky will let me go over for a dip?
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waves-against-a-cliff · 1 year ago
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Warnings - Stalking, obsession. I love Captain MacTavish.
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Having thots about Captain MacTavish being a frequent customer of a strip club on his time off. He knows that they are being paid to please him and act nice but FUCK- there's this one cute little stripper who bats her eyelashes at him and shyly offers him a lap dance.
You can't really blame him for becoming obsessed right? For stalking you to your flat, which should really be in a better neighborhood by the way, learning what you do on your days off, what your real name is, what's your favorite coffee or tea, when you go grocery shopping. I mean, it's just you living all alone. You need someone like him keeping an eye on you. Asking Ghost to help him with finding (and hacking) your socials and getting your number
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chvoswxtch · 1 year ago
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Hi Court! I’ve had a thought/thot regarding Frank catching his neighbor’s husband cheating, he confronts her with the news, and their own romance blossoms. “Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife. And she looks so pretty driving in your Benz.”Please if you can/want to make this a Midnights Vault Track. 🌃✨
OH I LOVE THIS
I put a little spin on the "she looks so pretty driving in your benz", but I don't think you'll mind ;)
as a reminder, from the vault means it's spicy! (minors dni)
blurb below the cut
vigilante shit (frank's version) (from the vault)*
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picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife
Deep down, Frank knew he shouldn’t have gotten involved. It wasn’t his business. He had enough lingering problems of his own nipping at his heels, he didn’t need to get involved in someone else's.
But you were so goddamn sweet to him. You had brought him a container of homemade chocolate chip cookies when he first moved in next door, all bright eyes and soft smiles, introducing yourself with the most angelic voice he had ever heard. You knew he lived alone, so you silently dropped leftovers off on his porch some nights when your husband was out of town or working late, which he often did, with the guise that you didn’t know how to cook for one person and didn’t want the food going to waste.
You went all out for the holidays to entertain the neighborhood kids, and even after coming home from a long day with the exhaustion clearly tainting your kind face, you made time to play with them in the front yard for awhile, or offer help with their homework.
Frank thought you were an actual angel, which is why the first time he caught your husband cheating on you, he nearly unleashed the vengeful side of himself that lusted for the blood of the wicked. He thought you would eventually catch him considering the asshole wasn’t exactly stealthy about it. The whole neighborhood seemed to know about his multitude of affairs…everyone except you. Finally, Frank reached a breaking point. He couldn’t listen to the hushed whispers that haunted you about the infidelity taking place in your own home. 
One night when your husband was away, Frank marched over to your front door and told you the truth everyone else had been keeping from you. He gave you a folder full of photos that he had taken, tangible evidence of your husband’s unfaithful escapades. It broke his heart to see the streams of betrayal that slipped down your cheeks, and he hated that he had to be the one to do it, but he knew it was for your own good. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that. You deserved to be loved and worshiped…to be placed on the highest pedestal in someone’s heart.
In the end, Frank was glad he got involved.
Because if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be fucking you in the back of your ex-husband’s Mercedes that you got in the divorce.
Frank’s large hand slid up your neck to wrap his thick fingers around it loosely, his index finger resting along the edge of your jaw and his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Your dress was hiked all the way up to your waist, and his jeans were pushed just far enough down his thighs to free his cock, all plans of your romantic dinner date completely forgotten. He stared down at you almost in awe as he fucked you slowly, but deeply, making sure to hit that delectable spot deep within you that drove you wild. A crooked grin stretched across his mouth hearing how good his name sounded falling from your parted lips.
“Look so pretty, baby. So fuckin’ pretty.”
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onsunnyside · 2 years ago
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Thot: alpha Ari decided that you, the sweet omega who just moved into his neighborhood, is worth his knot. For the rest of your life. 😏
oohhh the courting 😣 he welcomes you to the neighbourhood with a basket full of sweets, fruit, and cozy blankets (do they maybe… smell like him ?? mayhaps). he makes his intentions very clear, offers to show you around town, and introduces you to his friends.
and when your heat arrives unexpectedly, he’s at your door to help *respectively* 😳 but when you beg him to touch you with that thin bedsheet around your body, he can’t resist 😖 he sweeps you up to your messy nest and fucks you into the comfy sheets and pillows, touching all your spots, making you melt into a puddle of twitches and whines, “what a good little omega. You were waiting for me, hm? didn’t even touch your wet pussy without me?”
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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago
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Canopy 2
1.8k / dbf!joel x f!reader / master list
You wake up at sunrise and realize Joel is still there, but you don't wake him up, even as your parents are getting ready for work.
A/N: I just had this brief one-off thot about a dbf!Joel actually getting caught so I used the Joel/reader pair from Canopy but this is angsty and mostly focused on getting caught. ] Warnings: Angst/suspense, actually getting caught, parental concern, confrontation, unsafe P in V, somnophilia (touching Joel), anal fingering, brief masturbation.
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Your parents have had their suspicions this summer:
Joel was at the pool for the annual independence day barbecue and so was your family and half the neighborhood.  There were other college girls there, and you saw Joel look at one.  After that, you weren't exactly discreet in vying for his attention. You got out of the pool and didn't put anything on before eating. You went straight to the table and sat down next to him.  You  needlessly reached over him, dripping all over him, breast nudging his arm. He didn't flinch until he saw your dad's eyes on you, then quickly pulled his whole body away.  
Joel came over to help your dad with a project and you stayed outside sunbathing the whole time.  He ignored you which only made you need his attention more. You went inside to get a popsicle without covering yourself up, and on your way back outside you, slurped it and said, "This is juicy. Joel, you want some?"  You continued slurping the popsicle and trying to make eyes at Joel the whole time he was trying to work with your dad.  
At one point, your dad went inside to get something.   Joel walked over to your lawn chair and grumbled under his breath with his hands on his hips, "what the hell are you doin, huh?" The bottom of your swimsuit was tied loose. You reached up with your foot and touched the crotch of his jeans. You pressed into his warm, thick member - a double whammy of physically stimulating him and also spreading your legs, letting the loose fabric expose your dripping cunt. He hesitated for a moment then threw your foot off and said "cut it out right now," pointing a cautionary finger at you.  He adjusted himself and turned to walk away not a moment too soon as the glass sliding door opened and your dad emerged. 
"Okay back here?" Your dad asked.   He kept a closer eye on Joel at the house after that, but tried to suppress his intuition.  Your mom started asking more questions about whether you've met any boys at school or if there are any boys your age working at your summer job. 
Meanwhile, against Joel's better judgment, sneaking in through the window has remained the routine while you're home from college for the summer.  Joel normally sneaks out your window in plenty of time, but one night, you do something new, and you’re feeling insecure.  You’re on top of Joel, hugged around him like a koala, slowly riding his cock as he fucks up into you, saying “Good girl, bein’ quiet for me." He kneads your ass cheeks and his fingers creep closer to your asshole. He’s touched it a couple of times but never went inside.  He pulls you down on his cock and holds you still.  Then he presses a finger against your asshole and whispers, “You’re so hot baby.  I wanna be everywhere inside you.” 
“I want that too,” you say. 
“Really, princess?” 
You look at him and nod, moving slowly on his cock. “Just the finger.” It’s something new for you, but you trust Joel and sense he's been wanting to get in your ass. He’s always nurturing and makes you feel good about it.  If you feel good about the finger, you’ll do more some other time.  He fucks you with renewed hunger.  After he makes you come on his cock, you stay on it. 
He gathers your slick to lube his middle finger then inches one inside your ass and your cunt  clenches around his cock.  “Oh, baby, you’re so perfect” he pants and his cock twitches inside you.  You let him inch further and further til his middle finger is all the way in.  He begins to rock you on his cock again until he explodes inside you.  
When you fall asleep, he gently rolls you onto your back, then gets up and draws your canopy open, tucking the curtain behind his side of the bed while he sits back down to puts on his shoes. When he tries to leave, you whine for him to stay.  You tell him you’re self conscious of what you did and don't want to feel used.  He feels awful, so he takes off his shoes and gets back in bed. In trying to grant you some more cuddling, he loses himself, stroking your back comfortingly. The canopy is still open, but he doesn't want to disturb you and he's going to leave soon anyway. But he falls back asleep.
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You wake up at sunrise and realize Joel is still there, but you don't wake him up. You wrap an arm and leg around him and your knee brushes his morning wood.  Your mouth falls open with want.  You trace the outline of his cock through his boxers and you're getting soaked. You want to wake him up to fuck but you know he'll leave immediately.  So you get as much as you can out of him without waking him up. 
You stroke your clit with one hand and gently fondle his raging erection with the other. The weeping head of his cock peeks out of his boxers. You swipe the pre cum with your fingers and taste it, stifling s moan at the taste.  He moans in his sleep. 
Your parents start getting ready for the morning and the shower comes on next to your room.   He jolts up and you tear your hand away from his crotch.  He whispers "Oh, shit." 
"Shhhh, Joel, it's okay they aren't gonna come in." You try to get him to lie back down.  He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath trying to think through what to do.  You reach for his cock. 
"Jesus, not now," he says. 
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And then your bedroom door opens with no warning. No time for Joel to hide.   Joel's face is frozen, losing blotches of color as your dad's eyes go wide. Joel sits up on his elbows, then sees the bulge under the blanket and raises his knees, too.  A vein protrudes from your dad's forehead. He's silent for a second, his chest inflating with anger. Time stops moving. You’ve never seen Joel like this. Paralyzed, mortified. You can practically see his heart beat in his throat.  His Adam’s Apple bobs as he swallows again.  
"What the hell are you doing in my daughter's bed?"
You say, "I asked him to come hold me."
Your dad asks, "Why would you-"
You say, "Because he's sweet! Because he cares! All you do is yell." 
Your dad asks Joel again, "I asked you a question.  Why are you in my daughter's bed?" 
Joel swallows. His jugular vein is pounding.  "It was innocent," he says.
Your dad nods slowly and clearly doesn’t believe Joel.   Your dad addresses you.  "It's not your fault, honey. We’re gonna go to talk man-to-man, okay?"
Your dad stands there and looks back and forth between you, then stares at Joel.  "If it was innocent, get up and let’s go talk," he says calmly.  
He waits for Joel, who's still hard as a rock, to get out of the bed. Joel freezes - What can he do? Reach down to adjust himself first? That doesn't look good. Get out of bed, cock blazing? Even worse, but at least there’s the morning wood explanation.
Your dad isn’t stupid. He knows there's only one reason Joel hasn't moved. 
"You're STILL in my daughter's bed." Your dad charges toward him.  Joel reaches down and quickly adjusts himself. It's not a good look but it's better than the angry red head of his cock sticking out right where you left it.  
You cry, "dad, no!" Your dad throws off the covers, exposing Joel in his boxers as he futilely bends forward and puts his hands over the considerable tent. The smell of sex wafts from the sheets.  Your dad closes his eyes and takes a deep, angry breath. 
"dad, it was all me, I swear." 
Your dad ignores you. 
Joel scrambles out of the bed, cowering to your dad - not because he's afraid of him. Joel could certainly take him in a fight - but because the situation demands humility. 
Your mom rushes down the hall to see about the commotion.  She sees Joel and her hand goes to her lips. She whispers, "Joel, what -". She can't even form words. 
"Get out," your dad tells Joel.  
Joel swallows and nods, speechless. 
Your dad adds, "can't talk about it man to man when there's only one man here." 
Joel walks toward the bedroom door but lingers. 
"dad, please!" You beg. "I'm an adult. I love him." Joel’s hands go to the back of his head. You're making it sooooo much worse. 
Your mom says, "oh, god, honey," and rushes over to you. 
"I'm going with you," you tell Joel and get out of the bed in your tiny pajamas. “Wait for me!”
Your dad physically restrains you.  
"GO!" Your dad screams at Joel. "WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?" Your dad is on the verge of tears. 
Joel hesitates and mutters, "Cause I care.”  He rubs his beard with watery eyes.  There's no hope of ever repairing things with your father and he doesn't want to lose you, too. Joel charges back toward your room. "We'll figure this out, princess," he says shakily as your dad physically grabs him by the shirt. "Promise," Joel adds over his shoulder as your dad shoves him into the hall and shuts your bedroom door.
Your dad is fuming but tries to calm down. Your mom rubs his back to help. The room is silent for a minute except for your sniffling. 
"You said I can love who I want to love," you cry. 
"That was about gender, honey. Not age,” your /mom says.  
"You're acting like he did something wrong when I had the biggest crush on him all long, since freshman year of high school."
Your dad winces at that. 
"And he wouldn't even look at me until I came home for Christmas"
"Jesus, since Christmas?" Your mom gasps. 
"It's my fault," you repeat. "It was all me. I swear," you sob. 
"Honey, it wasn't. You'll understand this one day," your mom says, then whispers to your dad, "What do we do?" 
Your dad sighs and crosses his arms, looking down and shaking his head like he has no idea.  He’s a ball of tension. You hope he doesn’t have a heart attack. 
Your mom asks him, "do you still have the number for that counselor?"
You yell, "I don't need a counselor!"  
Your dad says, "yeah, what was his name, let me check my phone."
"I don’t know, it started with an ‘R’. We’ll find it later,” your Mom says, then sits down on your bed.  “Honey, I know it feels like the end of the world right now, but you’ll get through this.  You’ll meet a nice boy your age.” 
You’re silent.  “Can I be alone please?” 
They reluctantly leave you.  Then you pack a bag and climb out your window.  
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