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NEIGHBORHOOD WELCOME You just moved into a new neighborhood. Luckily, the creeps plan to give you a very, very, VERY good welcome.

ONE GLASS, TWO GLASS... THREE PIERCINGS... FOUR?? Eyeless Jack with no facial piercings but he definitely got Jacob’s ladder piercings after too many vodka shots in college.

HEART STRINGS Tim plays you a song.

🌺RING FOR HOUSEKEEPING?

THE HOUSEKEEPER!READER SERIES

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OFFICIALLY HIRED! You’re hired as the housekeeper by the big boss— but unfortunately for you— the creeps see you as their housewife.

🌺NURSE...? NURSE!!!

THE NURSE!READER SERIES

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CALL BUTTON Training as a nurse under Eyeless Jack’s supervision did not come with a call button. But it did come with Tim, Toby, and Brian trying to flirt with you.

Tattoo artist!Jeff lowers down beside your ear, lips brushing against your skin. “Comin’ here wearin’ that slutty ass skirt just to get fucked by a stranger you don’t know shit about, huh? Do you even know my fuckin’ name? Huh, bitch?” You shake your head, mewling helplessly against the leather. He’s fucking you so hard and so deep. The chair is squeaking. You’re sobbing a little and digging your nails into the cushions. You bite on the leather, eyes rolling back when he finds that spongy spot in the deepest part of your cunt.

Tattoo artist!Jeff rams inside your leaking, slick-coated pussy, seemingly rutting in deeper and deeper and deeper—

Tattoo artist!Jeff laughs almost maniacally when you squirt all over his station. He pulls out just in time to paint your cute little ass with his cum, pumping himself a bit more. (He was careful enough not to land anything on your new tattoo.)

Tattoo artist!Jeff gives you the service and tattoo on the house, smirking as he watches the tattoo bounce up and down just under your skirt. 

And smirking even harder when he remembers he made you keep his smeared cum inside your panties.

Camp ranger!Toby spotting a pretty little camper (you) looking all sweet and lost surrounded by thick trees and whatever goes bump in the night that you’re so very scared of.

Camp ranger!Toby swaggering over to your shaking frame, axe still in hand from cutting down pesky weeds. He breathes a little, staring at your (very uneased) body and face— mostly your body— before grinning impossibly wide at you.

Camp ranger!Toby’s face gash leaks a little more when he sees your poor little scared face. He breathes, “Are yuh– you l-lost?” Nodding, you shift a little on your feet. You notice how tall he really is, how big his muscles are. “I don’t know where my cabin is,” you shakily hand him your admission paper. He takes one look, nods, and grins. “Follow me.”

Camp ranger!Toby grips the skirt of your dress, almost ripping the seams. You glare at him for a moment, but your feet stumble on each other trying to follow him. A few minutes of almost tripping on small rocks and bashing your on face with risen tree roots, you realize this path isn’t the path you originally got lost on.

Camp ranger!Toby ignores you when you stammer how this isn’t my path mister and how I don’t recognize this path please stop pulling on my dress. He drags you back to his cabin, busting open the door with one swift kick and pushing you inside.

Camp ranger!Toby starts planting slobber-coated kisses all over your shoulders and neck. He looks up at you— why is he cute— before asking, “Can I taste you?” You freeze. Then, feeling a regretful but tempting ache in your body– you nod.

Camp ranger!Toby flashes a smile at you before dropping to his knees and shoving his face under the heat of your dress, pressing the tip of his tongue on your clothed clit, moving hungrily up and downed your panties, groaning when he feels the little bit of slick drip through the fabric and on his warm tongue.

Camp ranger!Toby eventually moves your panties to the side to plunge two fingers deep inside. Working madly up and down, he whines whenever specks of your fluids drip and spray on his tongue and the sides of his mouth, and Toby licks them all up like a filthy mutt. 

Camp ranger!Toby cums in his pants the moment you cum on his tongue, your fingers gripping his hair like a death sentence. He pulls off of you with a disgusting pop! Before looking up at you, so sweet and so thankful— muttering “Thank y-you…”

Camp ranger!Toby gives you a wet kiss before backing off of the porch of your actual cabin, stumbling back to his own trail before he disappears into the night.

You find his number scrawled on your flyer snapped against the garter of your panties the next day.

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian laughing to each other when they spot you stumbling out of your own car. Brian tilts his head when you approach their desk. You ask for a simple pink tint. 

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian nod and say their boys will get it done for you in no time. You thank them and sit down on one of the waiting benches inside their shop. However, you didn’t feel one set of eyes on your chest (that tank top you wore was dangerously low) and another set of eyes on your thighs (your shorts are showing more skin than you think it’s showing).

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian approach you after your tint is done. They name 300$ as their final price. You search your purse— you forgot your wallet. You freeze in front of them like deer in headlights.

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian were covered in car oil and grime, smears of black decorated their thick, strong forearms. Tim was wearing a white tank top that let his biceps flex and stretch and leave you with the unholiest of imaginations. You wonder how the fabric hasn’t ripped under his muscles yet. Brian, however, was shirtless— cocky while sporting his oily abs and V-lines, while a yellow hoodie was tied around his waist. 

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian watch, smirking as you gulp and squeak how you forgot your wallet at home and if they had any online paying options. Tim grunts, “‘m real sorry, miss, but we only take cash.”

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian pause for a bit, before Brian speaks. “We do have another mode of payment,” glancing at Tim, motioning to the stock room.

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian have you on top of Tim, riding his cock while your tank top is pushed up to your collarbones, exposing your bouncing tits (“no bra, puddin’? Y’must be waiting for this.” Tim said.). Brian slips in behind you, hands kneading your tits, rolling your nipples in between his calloused fingers, whispering sweet nothings in your ear (“You’ve been riding him for the past half-hour, sweetpea. Mind giving me some sugar, too?”).

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian takes you at the same time. Brian in your ass, while Tim fucks up into you (because your legs are practically jelly at this point). After about half an hour they both go non-verbal, loud grunts and groans filling the room accompanied by your whines and mewls.

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian cums messily. Brian fills up your ass while Tim paints your body. 

Autoshop owners!Tim and Brian let you leave the autoshop without paying a dime.

You leave a five-star review on their blog a week after.

College professor!Jack clicking his tongue at your recent Biology test papers, shaking his head while he looks blankly at your wrong answers.

College professor!Jack seems to be calculating something in his head, before looking up at you from his desk. “You’re one more failing test from flunking Biology for the semester.” You cower, biting your lip and thinking of what your parents might think, working their asses off just for your tuition only for you to flunk general biology in your third year.

College professor!Jack hums when he hears you asking for extra homework for extra credits, slowly standing up, eerily silent and thinking. Suddenly, he speaks. “You need at least 30 more points to amount to a passing grade,” you nod, desperate for the extra points.

College professor!Jack pauses, then turns around. “I am in need of a test subject as material for my female anatomy worksheets due before finals.” silence again. Then, “It’s about reactions to arousal.”

College professor!Jack has you laid on his desk, naked with nothing else but your flats on. You prop yourself up, but he plants two fingertips on your chest and gently but firmly pushes you down. “Ah-ah,” he tuts, clicking his tongue. “Lay flat. I need to see all of you.”

College professor!Jack who at first runs the tips of his fingers up and down your torso, humming at the visible goosebumps following his motion. His tail wags gently side to side, but even that looks perfectly calculated. He brings the pad of his fingers firmly on one of your nipples, hearing you whine at the stimulation.

College professor!Jack trails his fingers down to your slick-coated heat, circling the soft nub of your clit before slowly slipping a finger inside. He watches your face change closely. Then, another finger, then another… but he doesn’t move. You beg him to please move your fingers please I want it so bad, but he doesn’t respond.

College professor!Jack finally obliges and moves— but painfully slow. You whine and writhe against him, the base of his palm merely brushing your clit. Jack leans in, slow and accurate, breath flush against your ear. “Ride my fingers. Prove that you deserve those 30 points.”

College professor!Jack watches as you lift your hips then bring them back down again on his long fingers, eyes rolling back and your hand gripping his wrist in place. He watches your orgasm take over you with silent delight.

College professor!Jack pulls out and brings his soaked fingers to his face. He smells it, silently humming. Then, he brings his tongues out, stretched and licking up from the base to the tips of his fingers.

College professor!Jack cleans off his fingers. “Arousal is… sweet. Like nectar.” he pauses. “Do you mind if I took body-shots for… educational purposes?”

College professor!Jack hands you the answer-key printed on an index card on finals day, nodding to where your seat is.

You’re gawking at your own bare body, with no face shown, printed on the test paper.

Freelancer!BEN whom you’ve paid 50$ each week for him to work on your consistently broken sink, which you might or might have not wrecked on purpose so he can keep coming back.

Freelancer!BEN who appears on your porch, lazy smile and equipment ready, hits you with a “Morning, ma’am. What’s broken today?”

Freelancer!BEN who slides under your sink pipes, grunting a “Let’s see the damage here…” before he arches his body just right for his shirt to lift up and show a bit of his faint abs. He has a small LUCKY YOU tattoo on the side of his hip. You bite your lip, imagining what his skin would feel like if it was pressed against your tongue.

Freelancer!BEN who after about an hour, finally repairs the broken pipe that gave out soooo suddenly and glances up at you from the floor. He gives you tips and tricks as to not wear out the epoxy, but you aren’t listening. You’re too busy imagining what it would be like to shut him up using your glossed lips (that you used your most expensive lipgloss for) and hiking your booty shorts a little more.

Freelancer!BEN’s eyes travel in all the right places you want them to travel. He smirks, pointy canines flashing while he politely fixes up his tools. His pants look a little tighter.

Freelancer!BEN was about to name the price but you stop him with a hand on his shoulder and eyes deep inside his. He gets a good whiff of your perfume as you speak. “Actually, I…” you trail a finger up and down his chest. “With all this work you’ve been doing for me, I thought it would be just right to give something far more special back than just loading your face with money.”

Freelancer!BEN cocks an eyebrow up, still grinning from ear to ear, setting his toolbox down ever so quietly on the counter.

Freelancer!BEN who’s whining and whimpering and moaning so pathetically under you, breath knocked out with how hard you drop yourself down on his cock. He begs you to pleasepleaseplease let me cum inside you, eyes filled to the brim with tears. You don’t stop nor slow down, hands planted on his chest for support, smearing your slick and his pre-cum all over yours and his hips.

Freelancer!BEN who blushes when you say “Thank you sooo much for helping me, Ben,” high out of your mind on sex, while he nods back frantically, lightly laughing out of breath, “No– ngh– no problem ma’am— anytime– oh fuck!”

Freelancer!BEN who accidentally gets very overstimulated, to the point of sobbing under your touch, gripping on his pillow behind him, holding on to basically nothing. Nothing but the last of his consciousness when his eyes roll back into his skull.

Freelancer!BEN pushes you off the moment he feels you cum around him— because he literally can’t hold it in anymore— and squirts hard and long, spurts of white, warm cum splattered on your body that reach in between your tits.

Freelancer!BEN spasms and writhes under you, while you ride out your orgasm flush on his cock, mewling when the rest of your orgasm out. He sobs quietly under you. “Can I… can I have a kiss please?”

Freelancer!BEN leaves with lipgloss kiss-marks all over his face, kissing you goodbye and scheduling another repair next week.

You don’t break your pipes this time.

Ticci Toby

Purposefully playfights you to get you underneath him.

He knows he can put you on your ass in seconds, despite his lean frame he's hiding hardened muscle and strength under that hoodie of his, he really just enjoys feeling you squirm underneath him - bucking your hips up into his to try and shift his weight off you - not realising he's already hard and twitching against your thigh. Your arms are pinned to the grass above your head, wrists grasped in one of his hands as he now shamelessly ruts into your clothed heat, forcing a moan from your throat at the friction of denim grinding up against you. You'd say you didn't know it was going to end this way - but let's be realistic - when the same scenario has happened so many times you'd think the past was repeating itself, what did you expect?

Kisses all the way up from your ankle to the inside of your thigh before going down on you.

It's so heady, the way he presses open mouthed kisses in a worshipful trail up your leg, smearing saliva from the open gash in his cheek across your smooth skin. He affectionately nips at the junction between your thigh and your dripping heat, huffing out an amused laugh when you whine and tangle your fingers in his messy hair, dragging his head closer to where you're throbbing with need for him. "Mmm- so g-good for me pre- p-pretty girl.", mumbled into the sticky mess of your pussy, sending vibrations sparking like fire up your arched spine. He pulls away, only to mouth and bite up the other leg, hoisting that one over his shoulders too - rubbing his slick coated thumb in reassuring circles on your trembling ankle.

Jeff the Killer

"Oh Yeah?"

Oh it's so infuriating, and so attractive at the same time. You could be mid-argument, calling him an asshole for whatever he's done this week - left a hoodie wet with fresh blood staining your sofa, come over at 3am with no notice and made you think someone had broken in, practically shoved you out of your own bed and stolen your entire duvet, it could really be anything - but when he throws you that smug little "Oh yeah? You mad baby?", you know it's a losing game. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that the amused, cocky smirk on his face and the way he's leaning on the doorframe of your bedroom has your panties getting damp, but you're pretty sure by the way his expression widens into a grin - he already knows exactly what it does to you.

Forces you to watch him fuck you in the mirror.

You're on all fours, barely holding yourself up on trembling arms as Jeff drives his cock into you again and again, one arm wound around your hips to drag you back in time with every thrust. You moan, high and needy, only to be cut off when his free hand suddenly clasps around your throat, hauling your torso upright and back against his so you're practically vertical. Only then do you notice the long mirror leant against the wall at the foot of his bed, even as your head spins from the dizzying pressure from the bruising grip he has on your neck. "Go on babe, look.', You feel the words smeared against your shoulder as he sucks hard, leaving another mark no doubt, 'Hah- such a slut for me.". The pressure on your neck lessens but doesn't vanish, leaving you to take short whistling gasps of air, but still being forced to stare at the obscene sight reflected back at you - slick mess being forced out of your cunt around his cock and dripping down your thighs, red blooming marks wet with fresh blood where your skin has broken under his canines scattered like loose petals across your neck and shoulders, cheeks damp with tear tracks. It has you clenching around him, driving a deep groan from Jeff's throat and another clamp of his hand around your neck, making your head spin with lightheaded ecstasy.

Eyeless Jack

Watches you when you're not looking.

You can feel it all the time, the heavy weight of his gaze following your movements like a predator tracking it's prey. Maybe it's the fact you've been prancing around his lab like the world's most tempting distraction in those tiny sleep shorts you know have his composure fraying at the edges - but hey, who can prove you came in here in material so thin he can practically see the outline of your cunt on purpose? You can all but sense him lingering on every curve of your body, and the thought of him engraving the sight of you into his mind has that flimsy material more soaked than you'd like to admit.

Leaves bite marks in trails up your body that stay for days.

You catch the edge of red blooming on your collarbone in the edge of the bathroom mirror the morning after, circling back only to see every bare inch of skin littered with deep indents already bruising blue and purple - all the way from your neck, down your back to the end of the trail at your ankle. They're animalistic in arrangement, no real placement or calculation like you'd expect from Jack, simply markers of carnal need printed onto skin. Your fingers skim the dents, noticing the dried blood around where the outline of his teeth is deepest - and feeling the heat pool in your stomach at the memory of it.

Masky

Grabs your chin to force you to make eye contact.

He's balls deep, thrusting so hard your body jolts up so far you're almost hitting the headboard every time his hips meet yours with a heavy 'thwack!', pelvis grinding against your twitching clit and sending the first sparks of your orgasm lighting the nerves along your inner thighs alight. You turn your head into the pillow, damp with sweat, grasping and twisting the sheets in your hands as you squirm away from the pleasure - before a firm hand clutches your chin, forcing your gaze upwards. "Look at me sugar.", Tim drawls, forcing the thumb of the hand that's tilting your chin up in between your lips, feeling the vibrations of every low whine and moan you let out, "Don't run from it.". You do, because what other choice do you have? That, and the fact that you have to watch as the edge of his lips curl in smug satisfaction at the sight of you unravelling underneath him has you wanting more already.

Has a polaroid nude of you in his wallet for when he's away on missions.

What can he say? Tim's a man with needs, and his needs are - partially - resolved with the sight of you barely covered by scandalous black lace that's tucked safely into the worn leather of his wallet, facing inwards of course, he doesn't need Brian or - god forbid - Toby, seeing his woman in such a position. While nothing compares to feeling the textured material under his thumbs as he brushes them over your peaked nipples or traces the edge of your panties before tugging them down, being able to see you sinking two fingers inside yourself, the other tugging lace to the side, beats having to imagine it himself. Not that he couldn't, trust him, he's got every curve and inch of your body burned onto the inside of his eyelids - he just likes the physical evidence.

Hoodie

Moves you by the hips.

It's like second nature, the way he manhandles you so casually. You could be stood at the counter, and suddenly there's pressure at your hips as he shifts you just shy of the cabinet above your head, grabbing something and then walking off. It's not inherently erotic, yet the unceremonious display of dominance just has your insides twisting with want. You're starting to think he's figured it out, now taking every opportunity to shift your body, lifting you to perch on countertops like you weigh nothing, setting you aside to reach something in his toolbox as he's working on his truck, grasping your hip with a firm hand before you can knock part of a disassembled sniper off the table on accident. And every time he plays innocent, as if he wonders why he ends up with a needy girlfriend in his lap every time he manoeuvres you around.

Makes you get yourself off to the sex tapes you've filmed - while he watches you.

He's got that old camcorder that never seems to leave his side plugged into the laptop resting at the foot of the bed, reflecting a grainy video - zoomed in on the sight of his cock sinking in and out of your drenched cunt as you're bent over the arm of the couch - back at you. You moan, half embarrassed and half so turned on that you can hardly believe it, as you sink two fingers into the slick mess between your legs. Your eyes flick over to Brian, leant back into the slightly worn leather of the armchair, thighs spread as he palms the bulge in his jeans. "Watch the video dolly, don't look at me.", you tear your gaze away reluctantly, turning back to watch just as video-Brian's hand cracks down on your ass, leaving a faintly scarlet handprint forming in it's place - so visceral you can practically still feel the sting lingering on your skin. You can feel the weight of his stare from metres away, watching with half lidded eyes as you bring yourself closer and closer to the edge of pleasure, and hey, maybe he'll film this too, for the next time he feels like torturing you with the evidence of how needy you are in your desire for him.

Liu Woods/Sully

Whispers praise between heated kisses. {Liu}

He's got you pressed to the wall, flush to his heaving chest as his mouth moves against yours, tongue slipping between your lips when they part around a shaky moan. One hand snakes around to cradle the back of your head, giving you no room to part from his tongue sliding against yours as he runs it over the sharp points of your canines, the other skirting down your side, caressing the curve of your waist to settle on your hip. He draws back hardly an inch when your nails begin to dig a little too tight into his shoulders, allowing you to draw in inordinate lungfuls of air as he smears gentle kisses down the unmarked slope of your neck. "My pretty girl...', he murmurs the words into the freshly blooming mark under your jaw, 'so good for me, always." You've had barely 30 seconds to breathe before his tongue is back in your mouth, greedily swallowing every little breathy moan you let out, groaning low when you cant your hips up into his. He pulls away again seconds later, dipping his forehead to rest on yours, lips still so close you're sharing every dizzying inhale. "Hahh... you're beautiful like this, you know?" he whispers against your cheek, you whine, threading your arms together behind his neck, and his mouth is back on yours - only this time he's kissing a little harder and the hand at your hip is busying itself with the zipper of your jeans.

Mocking sympathy. {Sully}

"Aw, does it hurt?', he says it in that condescending tone he knows makes your spine arch just that little bit harder, 'poor baby." You can make out the cocky curve of his lips through your murky vision, blurred with tears that bead at your waterline and leave damp trails down your cheeks. Your legs stay hooked over his hips, tremoring every time the head of his cock grinds deep into that sweet spot inside you and his free hand glides over your abdomen, pressing down onto the faint outline of him distending your stomach. It's Liu's face that leans in to swipe the salty tracks on your face off with his tongue, grinning with wolfish satisfaction, but it's not your Liu that laughs dark under his breath, "Aw, too much? Need me to slow down?", before snapping his hips into yours with even more brute force than before.

Ben Drowned

Shotguns his blunt into your mouth.

It's intoxicating, the way his thumb traces your spit coated lower lip, parting them for him before blowing a cloud of heated smoke into your lungs. He does it so effortlessly, tapping the blackening ash off into that stupid minecraft ash tray you got him months ago without even having to look at what he's doing. Your mind blurs with each hazy inhale, anchoring yourself in the weight of the inky jet pools staring back at you - ignoring the smug little smirk he has on his face. He rubs his thumb across your lip once more, smearing a track of saliva down your chin with a breathy laugh before withdrawing, tugging you down onto his shoulder as he leans back onto his bed, illuminated by the glow of monitors that outline the next billowing cloud of smoke that he exhales.

Sits you on his lap while he games.

He drags your hips on top of his the second you sit down, facing you towards the harsh glare of a monitor while his arms settle loosely around your waist, grasping the controller in front of you. You're not sure if his goal all along was to draw your attention to his nimble fingers, the way they moved with such precise speed across the controller, flicking the joysticks up and down - faintly reminding you of something else... Well he was practically begging you to ride his fingers by doing that. Which is how you ended up with three slender fingers curling and prodding at your most sensitive spot as you muffled high-pitched cries of pleasure in his neck. "So needy for me babe, heh.", he laughs while deft fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside of your clenching walls as he brings his thumb to your throbbing clit, flicking up and up repeatedly.

A/N: Going back to my roots (ᵕ—ᴗ—) I need Toby & Jeff sb...