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blackacre13 · 1 year

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I am DYING for a part 6 of the Actress AU pls 🙏🏼

Part 14 is here: https://blackacre13.tumblr.com/post/700763994533904384/please-could-you-write-more-of-the-actress-au-i

Here's Part 15:

“I—I don’t want to do this wrong,” Debbie admitted almost shyly. She ran her fingers over Lou’s thighs nervously, smiling a bit as she watched Lou’s hips roll in response at the gentle touch.

“Just feel it out,” Lou murmured with a gentle smile. She took Debbie’s hand in hers, guiding her hand between her legs. “You’ll know what feels right. What feels good to you? What would you want?”

“Teach me,” Debbie whispered.

“Oh god,” Debbie groaned, shielding her eyes with her hands. “Oh Fuck. I can’t. I can’t.”

“Oh come on,” Lou grinned. “This is one of my absolute favorites.”

“You’re a liar,” Debbie shrieked, throwing the comforter over her head. “Turn that shit off. I can’t stand seeing my face.”

“Then don’t watch,” Lou shrugged, turning up the volume on the television that had previously been at an imperceptible level as a failsafe for background noise to muffle the sounds the two of them had been making. Debbie couldn’t have named whatever television shows or movies had been playing during the night if her life had depended on it. The only thing she could remember was Lou. Every touch. Every kiss. Every moan. And the taste of her…

“Hey,” Lou chuckled, tickling at Debbie’s thigh. “Teasing you isn’t any fun if you’re not going to get all cute and whiny and try to get me to stop.”

“Sorry,” Debbie blushed, peeking out from the comforter. “I was just—“

“Having gay sex flashbacks?” Lou grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Get used to it, Ocean. It’s a common side effect of life-changing sex, I’m afraid. Especially with me.”

Debbie let out a soft chuckle, but Lou could see her let out a small wince as she glanced at the screen and caught a snippet of herself running through a forest in a tank top and skinny jeans.

Lou pursed her lips, watching her for a moment, before she powered off the television with the remote.

“Would you believe they wouldn’t let me wear a bra for that scene?” The brunette sighed.

“Well, that script wasn’t going to sell itself,” Lou smirked. “Had to give the audience something to pine over.”

“And I don’t even have to tell you about the chafing that comes from running around in sweaty denim. I mean, who would even dress that way trying to track down a criminal? I have no idea how you’re always walking around in that thick, hot leather.”

“Because it does this to you,” Lou whispered, her voice dropping slightly as she ran her fingers between Debbie’s legs, the brunette groaning at the touch as her stomach swooped. “See, America might get to see you running through the woods in a tank top and get a two second glimpse of that braless bounce, but me? Fuck. To think that I get to have you all to myself, in my bed, and make love to you until you see stars and can’t even remember your own name? Worth its weight in gold, Ocean.”

“You’re going to make love to me all day?” Debbie giggled, trying to hide her blush.

“Did you have other plans?” The blonde grinned. “Because I know I had several orgasms in mind and all of them require your participation.”

“Breakfast first?”

“Sure,” Lou nodded, tossing the comforter towards the end of the bed as she crawled between Debbie’s thighs, lowering her head. Her nose brushed against Debbie’s clit as the brunette giggled, trying to close her thighs together as Lou pushed her legs apart, biting at the inside of her thigh.

“Real breakfast,” Debbie whispered.

“After I eat you,” Lou murmured. “Promise.”

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spearxwind · 1 year

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what if i made a CD ocean au for adri...

i keep considering it and then not doing it bc i i feel like itll either go really well or really bad.

I am also really indecesive with what to do for it because... its hard to decide on just one possibility (and I dont think i can handle having many sjhjkd)

I used to have a whaler au for him where the funny gimmick was that he was a regular shitty guy, and I do enjoy that but that feels like itll get boring really fast outside of a few funnies (and I REALLY dont want people to be weird about him if hes 'weak')

I also did make a pirate au for him wayyy back in the day that i never properly shared where hes a ghost haunting a ship and i did like that concept but it never rly went anywhere its just something rly swag i came up with and it also would not fit in CD (would be more of a potc type vibe)

and lastly... I could make him just a shapeshifter in CD as well. but I dont know which way to go about it because yeah hes a snake but idk which way to go about the design or vibe either. I def wont make him into an eel I have two of those already x) but like yeah I cant decide if i should go with a completely new kind of vibe or if i should try and keep him close to what he is bc theres so many ways i could approach both ideas houghhh

#thunderclap #aggghh decisions decisions #not being able to properly do AUs for a few years has got my creativity in that sense rly stagnant #i really want adri to be in CD at the moment simply so I can draw more of him dkjfhjd but yeah its hard to handle for some reason #i wonder if i could make the HR gang a hunting crew or something actually... HR ocean au #i need to get HR brainrot again so bad but idk how to do it besties. the ocean keeps pulling me back #also im supposed to be working on an essay thing but ive been at it for like 8 hours straight today im so tired fr but i want to finish it.#miserable kinda day but i had a lot of fun yesterday so it balances out

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lazychildoflife · 10 months

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@crimsonlovebartylus I haven't written anything in months so good luck.

Ocean 8 snippet (I don't remember anything about this movie 💀💀💀)

A fucking casino.

Regulus couldn't remember the last time he was in a casino. Well, that was a lie. A big fat lie. The last time he was in a fucking casino, Barty and him had won almost fifty grand before hooking up in the very large, very ostentatious toilets. They were only in Vegas for the weekend and stayed in their car rather than booking a hotel room. There was a lot of hooking up in bathrooms, alleyways, and empty rooms that weekend.

Regulus made sure to have a room this time. The most expensive room in the Vegas Strip. In fact it wasn't just a room it was more of a Penthouse with over twenty rooms, ten ensuite bedrooms, five swimming pools and six different kitchens. It was absolutely outrageous. That Regulus could admit. But thankfully his parents decided to give him the billions he deserved in their will.

Regulus sipped his wine as he watched the casino room. When he gets an emerald green and molten silver letter telling (not asking but telling) him to meet him in the fucking casino, Regulus knew what to do.

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Barty nearly collapsed as he watched his grey-eyed adonis of a boyfriend. Regulus wasn't doing anything other than sitting at the bar but he had never looked so beautiful.

Actually.

He's looked more beautiful, Barty nodded to himself as pictures of their fun in the casino overrated bathroom came to the forefront of his mind.

"No. No. Bad Barty," he muttered. He glanced down himself, "be good little man. Not yet."

"Sir?" The waiter cleared his throat, eyes narrowing at Barty. "Its your turn to order."

Barty clicked his tongue and grinned. "Right." He looked at the waiter's nametag and nudged his head towards Regulus. "See that sexy man, Edgar. Actually don't look at him. Hes my husband. He just doesn't know it yet."

Edgar blinked and sighed. "Sir-"

"Barty. We're friends now. Aren't we, Edgar?"

"We just me-"

"So I just got out of prison. How do I tell my husband who doesn't know he's my husband that I still love him. I was thinking of hacking into a bank and giving him all the money. Thats too small, isn't it, Edgar? Perhaps, I should go bigger. Last time, I broke into his parents' place and stole all their antiquities. My love is very attached to historical items. Especially if it has something to do with his own family line. Obviously, I can't relate. It's bad enough I got my sperm donor's name, I don't want anything else. I'm my mother's boy through and through."

"Sir-"

And I can't think of anyone else. Someone else take over. @sanguineerose @quillkiller @caprisonnetrinker @moonyluv-s

#bartylus #edgar bones #regulus black #regulus x barty #barty crouch jr #regulus arcturus black #bartemius crouch jr #oceans 8 #au!

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auspexsims · 9 months

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before and afters! remade the sims i used to play 3 years ago - but with all the CC i now use :^)

vera reinhardt - the socialite sage wong - the clubber talia - the wanderer primrose mimosa - the mermaid ivona uzo - the mastermind

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sorry theyre not all clean screenshots i still dont rly know how to make CAS screenshots beautiful :^)#all i had was base game and a fucken dream #i could make my own ocean's 8 au with these characters #yknow whats really sad? that i only used 1 twistedcat eyebrow for all these women to share

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muffinwalloper · 2 years

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Lou and Danny, the cop

#cate blanchett #ben mendelsohn #cop x criminal au #oceans 8

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ai-katsuu · 2 years

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thinking about a hobbit/lotr x reader Ocean’s 8 AU where they try to steal a certain gem maybe from Erebor, not the arkenstone but something else

Tauriel, Dis, Fem! Reader, Sigrid, Arwen, Eowyn, the wife of Thranduil (who yes, is brought back to life in this AU bc she has so much good and open potential for interpretation. I have character on her and she is hilarious)

oh and the 8th member who joins last minute? ofc the one character who is there in both films

and and the person who isn't really an antagonist but someone they have to sneak past: the only other person in both films

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more-than-a-princess · 2 years

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@cantillat asked: ❝ i’m not your partner. ❞ from Van, if you feel like it

Ocean’s 8 Starters - Accepting!

"Oh, I do believe we are, Mr. Van Helsing. We are partners in this at least," Sonia piped up at his side, smiling. To make it all look terribly normal, she carried a basket in one arm while a chatelaine dangled at her waist. With much of the Marquis' household succumbing to the cold going around Steel London, it left many errands incomplete. And with the skeleton staff barely running the townhouse to support the Marquis, his sister, and two royal guests, Sonia had volunteered her help, and then Delly and Van's, to assist the staff in the very trying time. They needed those fit and able to visit the shops to procure groceries and other household needs, which the Princess was all too happy to oblige.

How else, then, would she ever have the experience of buying her own vegetables and headache powders? Certainly not at home. In any case, she'd donned her plainest dress, and with an absence of jewelry beyond a brooch at the neck and simple pearls in her ears, she resembled a very young head housekeeper or ladies' maid, who would be perfectly acceptable to be seen in the likes of an apothecary's shop. Delly and Sisi waited outside with the perishable produce, meats, and bakery items they'd already procured while Sonia and Van took on the apothecary's needs themselves. It was far too difficult to convince her to wait outside anyway.

"Goodness, look at it all! Mass produced rouge and scents, being sold right alongside tooth powder and sleeping draughts!" She exclaimed, leading the way (not that he had much of a choice) into another aisle. Sure, rouge and scent weren't on the list but she did have a little money in the embroidered coin purse her own ladies' maid had entrusted her with. She didn't hesitate to approach the display: princesses didn't cover their cheeks and lips with varying shades of reds and pinks like a common showgirl, but right now she was no princess. And therefore, what harm could really be done?

"Yer wife is quite spirited, sir," Beside them, the shopkeeper spoke up with a smile. Getting on in years, he clearly wanted to mind his own shelves for as long as he could before he needed younger help. "Ye shouldn't try to discourage it. Beauty o' youth, and ye can't package that in a bottle!"

She'd opened a bottle of lavender and vanilla scent to sample, though Sonia quickly turned her nose away to half-sneeze, half-laugh into an embroidered handkerchief. Was that what they looked like? As she still wore gloves indoors, as any proper lady would when shopping, there was no way to discern if she wore a wedding band or not. The man simply had assumed, from their banter, that they were closer than they really were.

Capping the glass bottle carefully, she stole quick glance at Van Helsing. There were only two options for him, she thought: he either seethed in displeasure or embarrassment, or he would make it look like his words hadn't affected him in the least. And the former would be far more entertaining for her.

#more-than-a-princess answered #cantillat #(Ocean's 8 starters)#Non-Despair AU: Code: Realize verse #(It's been some time since we've exasperated Van!)#(Let's unnerve him today)

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deadsetobsessions · 7 months

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Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.2

[Pt.1] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

Danny dragged up another plastic wrapped body from the bay.

“It’s you. What are you doing?”

“Oh, holy smokes!” Danny screeched. “What-! Oh, it’s you! The litterer!”

Batman stood in front of Danny, cape draped around his shoulders and a far better sight to see than the last time Danny had seen the guy.

“… I’m Batman.” He introduced himself to Danny awkwardly.

“Uh huh. You missed a couple of things cleaning up the beach last time.” Danny dropped the body on the pebbled shore of the bay and crossed his arms. He sent Batman an unimpressed look. “You’re just like your city. There’s trash all over the water!”

Batman glanced down.

“That is a body.”

Danny scowled.

“No, that’s plastic. Plastic does not belong in the ocean.”

Batman sighed. For some reason, Danny thought he seemed less… antagonistic. Wait, did he think Danny killed the guy?!

“That is a body wrapped in plastic.”

Fuck it.

“If it was a body, then bury it. Or decompose it before you people decide to dump it into the water. Even the sharks have the decency to decompose when they’re dead. Do you know how long plastic takes to deteriorate??”

Batman glanced to the side, where the line of plastic wrapped masses had caught his eye to begin with.

“I do. Did all of these come from the bay?”

“Quite obviously, yes. I don’t have enough time to clean the waters! Ancients, it’s like they’re multiplying!” Danny knew why they were multiplying. It’s because Gothamites were getting murdered and dumped weekly. The problem is that Danny has classes and assignments to complete and he couldn’t be out here every week.

“I’ll handle it.”

“Oh, will you? And how do you plan on doing that when you couldn’t even properly clean the beach of your plane? I even stacked it up nicely for you to pick up!”

Alright, so maybe Danny had a couple of grudges. Like… a solid one that’s based on the hours of sleep he missed cleaning up after Batman and the wreck.

“We didn’t get everything?”

“No.” Danny huffed. “Whatever. Just figure out what to do with these bodies. I was not looking forward to digging graves for all of them.”

“You were going to dig graves for them?” Batman sounded off.

Danny scowled again. “I’m dead, genius.” And now Batman looked like someone ran over his dog. “Respecting the dead is important and graves are important for the dead. How else would we know we’re remembered?”

Danny threw up his hands. “Humans,” he muttered, like he wasn’t half human himself.

“Anyways, I’m leaving. Handle this properly or else I’m haunting you.”

“Wait-!” Batman said, but Danny had already disappeared.

So, while Batman had an angst crises at two thirty in the morning and thirty new unidentified corpses to contend with, Danny Fenton flew back to his apartment and passed out on his shitty couch.

——

“You need to stop.”

“Pay me to stop, then. What are your villains going to do? Kill me? I’d like to see them try.”

Danny looked Batman right in his lenses and plopped another body down at the man’s feet.

“I can tell you who they are for a fee.” Danny offered the vigilante. “Some of these still have shades of their souls attached still.”

“What.”

Danny tilted his head, moon once more lighting a halo of flickering white flames around his head. “$100 per identity.”

Batman stared.

#sea cryptid Danny phantom #sea spirit au #dcxdp #danny phantom #bruce wayne #batman #bamf danny phantom #Danny the tired college student #Danny is broke #Batman is not #Danny: business opportunity???#sea cryptic! danny au

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blackacre13 · 1 year

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hiii will you still be going to continue the Bird Box AU???

Yes!! Have a few requests queued up for more, so absolutely stay tuned!

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laligraves · 4 months

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morning run

joel miller x fem!reader

[18+] | wc: ~ 2.8k summary: Joel overhears your argument with the neighbor. masterlist | AO3

warnings: HBO Joel, TLOU AU, dubious consent (i'm so serious, don't read if it makes you uncomfortable), NSFW, pre/no outbreak, some proofreading, Joel is a tall and very strong man, older man/college-aged reader, Joel lives in a wealthy neighborhood with an HOA (homeowners association), no use of y/n or too many details on reader's appearance, somewhat public setting, breeding kink (kinda), fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie

“These HOA people are vultures,” your sister mutters.

You look up from your laptop and watch out the window as the committee leaves on their golf cart, most likely on their way to torment another house on the block.

“Is it that big of a deal that my flower garden has the wrong color of roses?”

“There’s a wrong color of roses?” you ask in confusion.

“Yes! The president of the HOA, Susan,” you sister spits out in disdain, “only wants light pink roses on this block.”

She slams the written warning on the entrance table and storms off into the kitchen. “I’m not sure how her husband stands her. I guess that’s why he spends so much time at the golf course.”

You follow her into the kitchen, partly because you want a break from your assignments and also because you want to hear more gossip about her new neighborhood.

“You know she made me pay a fine because my car was left on the driveway after hours? It’s my driveway!”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise. “Suddenly, I’m not so jealous about your new place.”

She throws a sponge at your head.

“Why don’t you just say no?” you ask as you narrowly dodge the sponge.

“I’ve tried so hard to be nice to everyone here. But all Susan does is turn people against me. Everytime I walk outside to grab the mail or go to work, people give me dirty looks!”

You don’t like seeing your sister like this. It’s her home. One she worked very hard to buy in this wealthy neighborhood. No one has the right to make her feel like an outsider. So you develop a plan.

You find out Susan’s schedule fairly easily. Every morning at 8 a.m. she walks her husband to his car and kisses him goodbye before he leaves for work. She then walks back inside for her notebook and pen to then walk around the neighborhood.

She stops at every house to ensure it fits her standards and if they don’t, she leaves a written warning on the front door. During the weekends, she and her gang of friends drive around on a golf cart to give out even more citations.

So at exactly 7:55 A.M., you make your way to her house. You’re careful in the outfit you chose this morning: a tight sports bra and running shorts. She, and most importantly her husband, are definitely going to notice you.

You slow down as you round the corner, already seeing her husband place his briefcase in the backseat of his beamer. She walks right behind him with a lunch pail and kisses his cheek. You shout out a good morning and watch as they both turn to look at you.

Her right eye immediately begins to twitch and she plasters on a fake smile. His eyes do an appreciative sweep of your body as he walks to the end of the driveway.

“Good morning! Susan,” he says turning to his wife, “why didn’t you tell me we had a new neighbor?”

He grasps your hand and gives it a firm shake. His thumb caresses the back of your hand as he slowly lets go. Susan finally reaches the both of you and grabs onto her husband's arm to pull him away.

You give him a sweet smile, pushing your chest out in a calculated move so he has no choice but to look.

“I’m just visiting my sister over on Ocean Avenue. The neighborhood is so nice I thought it would be perfect for my morning runs.”

“I agree, you can run anytime you want–”

“Sweetie,” Susan interrupts in a high-pitched voice, “you’re going to be late.”

He asks for your name and what you’re studying in college, then shakes your hand again while Susan seethes next to the driver’s side door. He drives off, promising a tour of the country club later that day. You're left standing alone with Susan, just as you wanted.

“Look here, young lady,” she snarls, “this is a neighborhood full of families. Not some frat house. We do not allow blatant displays of–of–well this ,” she says as she motions to your workout attire. “I am going to write your sister a citation for this disrespectful action.”

“Well, that does make me sad. I guess I’ll have to ask your husband to cheer me up later when I visit him.”

Her face turns beet red and you wonder briefly if steam will come out of her ears. “What did you just say?”

“Your husband was so nice in inviting me to the country club, how can I say no? I really need to work on my swing–”

“You stay away from my husband,” she whispers, pointing a finger at your face, “or I will find a way to run your sister out of this neighborhood.”

“Leave my sister alone,” you say as you walk right up to her and push her finger out of the way, “or I’ll fuck your husband.”

Susan gasps, dramatically placing a hand over her mouth.

“I’ll make sure he finishes inside me, too. Maybe give him a baby.”

With that, you continue your jog down the sidewalk. You don’t notice Susan’s neighbor, who stands by his gate and watches you run off.

You continue your jogs for the next few days, waving at Susan and her husband every morning. You and Susan come to an unspoken agreement: she stops bothering your sister and you make sure to stay away from her husband.

Just as you jog past her house, you notice an envelope on the sidewalk. It’s next to a brick mailbox that has the name Miller written on a plaque. You check the envelope and sure enough you see it's made out to a Joel Miller .

You walk up to the iron gate that matches the address and call out a hello , but no one answers. There’s red roses that wrap around the expansive gate which look and smell beautiful, but block your view inside. You test the handle of the gate and luckily it opens.

“They must’ve dropped it when getting the mail this morning,” you mumble to yourself.

“Mornin’, doll,” a gruff voice calls out to your right.

You jump slightly and turn to look, finding a man crouched by the gate. He stands to his full height and you have to tilt your head up just so you can keep eye contact.

“Good morning,” you whisper.

He’s older and handsome, much more attractive than the college boys you're used to. He places his gardening shears down and takes off his gloves to shake your hand. You do your best to control the shiver that courses through your body at the touch of his warm skin.

“Joel,” he states, swiping his other hand through his salt and pepper hair.

You open your mouth to say your name, but he beats you to it.

“How did you know–”

“I heard your conversation with Susan the other day,” Joel interrupts with a slight smirk.

His hand tightens for a moment until he lets go, dragging his fingers over your palm. You feel embarrassment wash over your body and you quickly hand him the envelope.

“Right–um, how much of the conversation did you hear?”

He lets out a laugh and drops the envelope into a basket that you’ve now just noticed. It’s full of the same red roses that cover his gate.

“Just the part where you threatened to fuck her husband if she didn’t leave your sister alone,” he says, placing his hands on his hips. “Effective threat, it seems.”

His eyes sweep over your body and you become hyper aware of the workout clothes you're wearing. Once again, a sports bra and running shorts.

“She’s backed down,” you say after a few moments, crossing your arms to cover your pebbling nipples.

“So,” he continues while walking closer, “you offerin’ to fuck every man on the block or just her’s?”

His words send a shock wave through your body, landing right between your legs. You ignore the pulsing in your cunt and instead lift your hand to slap him across the face.

As if he’s able to sense what you’re about to do, he catches your wrist before your hand makes contact with his face.

“How dare you–”

“Don’t act so innocent now,” he growls, pushing your body against the gate. “You told Susan you were going to let ‘em fill you up. Put a baby inside of you.”

Your back makes contact with the gate, luckily in a place where there’s no thorns. You try to push out of his hold, confused at how much you enjoy being manhandled by an older man you just met.

“Let me go or I’ll scream–”

“Joel?” a familiar high-pitched voice interrupts you. “Are you there?”

Your body stills at the sound of Susan’s voice. Theoretically, you could use this opportunity to scream for help. Sure, you’d have to face Susan again, but you’d be able to escape.

Except, Joel manages to pick up your lower body and push his jean-covered cock right against your cunt. You wrap your legs around his waist to not fall and place one hand on the iron gate behind you.

He rocks against you, moving a finger in front of his mouth, motioning you to stay quiet. Your mouth drops open in surprise as he grabs your hips and begins to grind you down on him.

“Yes, ma’am. What can I help you with?” Joel responds.

She tries to open the gate and you press your body back so she won’t see you. You’re not quite sure why you’re trying to hide.

“Joel, honey. Your gate is locked,” she says. “Come unlock it and let me in.”

Through your daze, you faintly register her tone. Did she just call him honey?

“Sorry, Susan. It does that sometimes. I’ve got my hands full at the moment,” Joel calls out, giving you another hard thrust.

You bite your lip to stop the moan that threatens to escape.

“That’s okay, I just wanted to stop by and warn you about the young lady that’s staying with her sister over on Ocean Avenue.”

Joel raises his eyebrow and stops his movements, dropping your thighs from his hold. You're shocked again, feeling dejected that he’s stopping.

He quickly spins you around and bends you over, pushing a hand between your thighs. You grab onto the iron gate once more and slap a hand over your mouth as he begins to rub a big hand over your thin shorts.

“Warn me?” he calls out. “What’s this young lady been up to?”

“Well, that–that– tramp ,” Susan spits out, “is acting in ways that she shouldn’t. I know you’re a hardworking man who has done so much for our community and the last thing I want is this girl making you uncomfortable.”

Joel yanks down your shorts and plunges a thick finger inside of you. You’d roll your eyes at her words but instead they're rolling into the back of your skull. He thrusts his finger a few times and calls out a is that right to Susan.

Joel adds another finger and you almost fall at the stretch. If those are just his fingers, you wonder how big his cock is. He uses his other hand to keep you steady and continues to fuck you with his thick fingers while talking to her.

“I just,” Susan continues, “I don’t know what to do. Maybe we can find a way for the sister to leave? If we all band together?”

Joel removes his hand from between your legs and places it on your back to keep you in place. This time you actually struggle in his hold, wanting to face Susan and give her a piece of your mind.

“Now, Susan,” Joel admonishes, “don’t go blaming the sister for the younger one’s actions. There’s no need to be spiteful to our new neighbor. There’s more than enough room in this neighborhood for everyone.”

You stop, surprised that Joel is standing up for your sister. He presses against you and you feel the roughness of his jeans on your bare skin. He brings you in close, gently rubbing his crotch on your slick cunt.

“Oh, you’re so right, Joel. I just get so caught up in the politics of the HOA. I want this community to be perfect.”

A wet glob of spit lands on your asshole and you clench in surprise. Joel quietly unzips his jeans and takes out his cock.

“Fucking perfect little asshole,” he whispers, pushing the tip of his cock right on your hole. “Not today, baby. Today is that juicy, little cunt.”

You arch your back and barely manage to stifle a whimper when he teases the tip of your entrance.

“What was that, Joel?” Susan calls out.

“That the community is already perfect, Susan.”

His voice sounds annoyed at this point.

“You think so, Joel? Thank you, I–”

Joel uses that moment to plunge inside of you, bumping your g-spot and reaching so deep that you choke on your own spit.

“I’m getting a call, Susan,” Joel says through gritted teeth, “I’ll speak to you later.”

Susan gives a sad goodbye while you bite on your hand to stop your moans. Joel is big, much bigger than any of the boys in your past. Your pussy spasms and flutters over his length and you breathe in deep to adjust to the size.

“S’tight,” he mutters, ”keep quiet f’me, doll. Too many people on the sidewalk at this time of mornin’.”

You hum in response, wanting him to fuck you, to stretch you and make you come on his cock. He starts a rhythm, keeping one hand on your waist so you match his thrusts and the other slips between your thighs.

Sticky wetness drips down your inner thighs and he swipes two fingers through the mess to bring them up to your clit. Joel pistons faster, rubbing harsh circles on your clit that have you accidently whimpering in pleasure.

“I know, baby,” he coos, “feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“ Y–yes ,” you whisper.

“Showing off that pretty body when runnin’ around the neighborhood,” he groans. “Picking fights and trespassing. Just needed someone to fuck some manners into you.”

Your fingers curl into the iron gate and your back arches even deeper. He speeds up, becomes harsher in his thrusts once he notices your pussy become softer, wetter, gripping his cock with each plunge.

“Little cunt can barely take my cock,” Joel groans, “fuck, doll. You’re choking me.”

You wish you could bite his neck, leave red hickeys on his tan skin that you imagine tastes like salt and roses and spearmint. Your head spins from lust and you feel the coil in your belly, ready to burst at any moment.

You hear voices, people walking past on the sidewalk for some early morning exercise. Joel lands a quick slap, slap to your clit and your cumming, clenching hard on his length while you fall apart.

Your vision blurs and you faintly hear him say there you go, make a fuckin’ mess on me . Wetness spills from your cunt, only making it easier for Joel. You bite hard on your bottom lip to stop the whimpers and your fingers curl into the iron gate.

“Gonna cum inside this pussy, put a baby in there,” he whispers.

“ Please, Joel,” you whine.

He brings your back to his chest, molds his lips to your neck and bites down, moving you like his personal fleshlight. Joel groans in your shoulder and then you feel it, hot pulses of cum, filling you up.

You hold onto his arm that's branded across your chest and squeeze down on him, milking every drop from his body, wanting it to mark you deep inside.

Joel's body trembles from the exertion and he stumbles as he finishes, turning his body to lean on the iron gate with you still attached to his cock.

He keeps you pressed to him for a few moments, keeping his nose pressed to your neck as he breathes deep. Your own breathing regulates and you become aware of the sensitivity all over your body.

Joel stands straight and gently pulls out. He reaches into his jeans pocket to reach for a clean handkerchief that he uses to clean up between your thighs.

"Same time tomorrow?" he asks.

You manage a rough fuck off and lightly push at his shoulders. He laughs and helps you fix your clothes. He swipes your phone that fell on the ground the moment he pushed you to the gate, having you unlock it so he can put in his phone number.

You make it back home a few minutes later, sore but for the most part, satiated . Your sister gets home hours later, once you've relaxed in her ginormous bathtub and washed away the evidence of your morning run.

"Are you seeing someone?" she teases as she walks in.

"What? No, why?"

"Someone left a giant bouquet of red roses on the porch."

Sure enough, you find a bouquet of familiar red roses on the front doorstep. You don’t need a notecard to know who they're from.

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