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Group HC - The Boys reactions to getting caught stealing your panties đ
I know. I know. Itâs terrible and gross and icky I KNOW đđ but I saw HCs for another shows characters around this idea and I couldnât get it out of my head and it triggered the memory that this is actually canon for Juice andâŠyeah. Here we are đ§đ»ââïž
Heâs not sorry. Or embarrassed. He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks youâre the best thing since sliced bread. He worships you and the ground beneath your feet. So why wouldnât he steal your panties? Theyâre yours, and they rest against his most favorite part of you all day đ€·đ»ââïž He wonât apologize, not even when your face heats up and you cover it with both hands. On the contrary, he probably makes a show of taking one out of the secret pile and sniffing it. Heâs nasty, and he knows regardless of how you feel about it, you know he does it out of love and devotion. So heâs ok with it. And heâs not gonna stop.
Heâs ashamed. He knew he shouldnât have done it. Felt weird and invasive, but he couldnât help it. He just loves you so much, and he gets lonely when youâre apart, and it smells like you. What else was he supposed to do? He would never cheat, would never even dream of it. But the stress of the club gets to him, especially the more complicated things get, he just needs comfort and relief, and when he saw them laying there in the hamper, he snagged it without thinking. Then he couldnât stop, even when he knew he should. Even goes as far as offering to take apart the washer saying that maybe the machine is eating them đ He apologizes, cheeks tinted red, eyes downcast and hopes you donât hold it against him. Heâll ask before he takes them next time, scouts honor.
Like Angel, heâs not embarrassed. He just shrugs, telling you that youâre his girl and your pussy is his, so why canât he just take them? đ He buys you new pairs every now and then anyway. So he wants to smell you randomly throughout the day, whats the harm in that? He just misses you. And likes to look at the pair and reminisce about times heâs taken them off of you. Is that a crime? He even reaches into his kutte and pulls out the pair that heâs kept on him today to show that itâs no big deal, and theyâre the ones from yesterday, you recognize.
Heâs bashful, arguably, but not necessarily embarrassed. Itâs more about getting caught than it is the actual act. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Heâs not sorry for taking them, heâs just sorry that itâs kinda awkward for you to find the stash. He laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off or trying to anyway. Explains that he just rarely gets time to himself, so he is uses them when heâs alone in Templo to get his mind right. That your scent calms him and helps his focus. He didnât think youâd mind too much, he just also never expected you to find out.
He's not sorry in the slightest and he makes sure you know it too. He bought every pair anyway, what's the issue? He could buy you 30 pairs by lunch đ He wasn't up from about it, no, but he also didn't necessarily hide it. It just wasn't entirely in the open. You're respectful and don't go through his stuff in his office so how would you have known he had an entire drawer of his desk with them all collected in there? You'll get over it, a few new lingerie sets will make sure of that.
The OG of panty stealing and sniffing himself. Itâs canon after all. He just canât help himself. Youâre his moon and stars and he just canât get enough of you. Even when youâre perched in his lap, cockwarming him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, itâs not enough. He needs to be in your skin. But he canât. So stealing your panties is the next best thing. Itâs a compulsion he canât fight. God knows heâs tried. And he tells you as much. Lists all of the things he did first to try and not have to submit to that desire. But in the end it didnât matter. He just needs to have your most intimate article with him at all times. Keeps He doesnât want you to think heâs a freak but he also just need you to know how much he absolutely loves, adores, and worships you. Heâll even hand over the pair in his pocket if you ask him to.
He's nonchalant about it. It's just panties. You have a bunch more. Not like you were gonna miss them or something. He just loves you and likes to have something of yours that he can keep nearby when he misses you. One in his pocket, one in the sale bag of his bike tucked away hidden. His stash is dispersed, not because he was necessarily hiding them, but because there's one each place that will serve a purpose.
Also not embarrassed. Hits you with that famous smirk, his shoulders shrugging as you stare at him waiting for an answer. "Just miss you sometimes, Darlin'. Just somethin' to get me by." Like it's perfectly normal. He left you your favorite pairs after all. He only takes the ones you're not the biggest fan of, so you wouldn't notice as quickly. It's not a big deal, he can give them back. Sometimes he just needs to sit in the chapel with them over his face while he strokes himself before Church so he can make sure he has a level head before this important vote.
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Obsessed Angel, what is there not to love đ€€ Check the Yandere!Angel tag for more of my ridiculous thots đ€
Get Some Sleep
Summary: Your neighbor Angel is very protective. Very.
Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader
Warnings: Dark/yandere Angel, mentions of a mean ex, breaking and entering technically, blood
A/N:I...I don't know where this came from. It just happened as I conjured up ideas about being chased in the woods đ
You blink once.
Twice.
A third time.
Then a fourth.
Your eyes seeing the scene in front of you clearly, yet your brain entirely unable to process what being fed into it. Thereâs a man sitting across the room in your chair but itâs dark, and you canât see who it is. Itâs just a shadow, shoulders broad, one leg brought up bent to rest crossed against the other knee. You can hear your heartâs every beat in your ears, pounding in your fear. You sit still, unsure what else to do, hoping that itâs just a pile of clothes that looks super scarily like a figure.
But you emptied all of the clothes out of that chair today when you were cleaning.
âHello?â
Your voice sounds foreign, raspy and stupid.
If this were a horror movie, youâd be laughing at the girl on screen. But you donât know what else to do. And just when youâre sure that youâre simply hallucinating, a voice answers you back.
âHi, baby.â
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and despite your brain recognizing the voice, you canât put a face to it. The term of endearment has a shiver running through you and you reach over to turn on the lamp in a panic. You spin your head back, a whimper dying in your throat as you can see him fully now.
âAngel.â
He smiles tightly, then itâs gone again, eyes dark as they keep staring at you.
Your panic settles, thankful that it isnât a knife wielding stranger in your home, watching you while you sleep. Eyes settling down to his hand, you catch the glint of metal.
No, itïżœïżœs just a knife wielding neighbor thatâs watching you while you sleep. The question leaves your lips before you can stop it.
âWhat are you doing?â
You tried to keep your voice even but itâs shaky on the last word. You can see small splatters of red something dried on his knuckles, a few on his cheek. He shrugs, eyes still on you.
âYour ex showed up. Tried to get in.â
You swallow, the mere mention of the cruel man making your heart quicken again. Angel doesnât allow you time to fret.
âHeâs gone. I took care of it.â
He lets his crossed leg slide back down until both booted feet are flat on the floor, his body straightening out a bit.
âHe wonât come here again. He wonât ever hurt you again. I promise. You donât have to worry about him.â
Itâs a whirlwind of emotions as you try to convince yourself that maybe he doesnât mean what you think he means. Feeling relief, yet worry at the same time.
âWhat did you do, Angel?â
His eyes are soft as they look at you, if not a little unhinged.
âDonât worry, mi amor. Nothing for you to worry about.â
You swallow and the noise is audible in the silence of the room. He sucks his teeth and then stands, putting the knife back in itâs sheath, stalking towards you. He wonât hurt you. Youâre almost certain. But his walk is still reminiscent of whatever happened while you were asleep, and you swallow again as he comes up to the side of the bed, towering over you. His clean hand is gentle as it presses against your chest right below your throat and pushes you to lie back down.
Your head is swimming, foggy from the rush of adrenaline and remnants of sleep, still wondering how your beautifully rugged neighbor has managed to get into your home and what transpired in your home when he caught your ex trying to slither his way inside. You stare up at him from your pillow as his hands come to tug at the cord of your lamp, switching it back off and leaving you in the dark, only the moonlight illuminating his face.
âGet some sleep. Youâll be safe.â
When you wake up again, itâs nearly 8AM and the nightâs events come flooding back in, your body sitting up straight, eyes immediately going over to the chair in the corner. You breathe out a huff when you find it empty, and you wonder if maybe it had only been a dream. A weird, hyper-realistic dream. Thereâs no sign of the biker neighbor who always seems to be there whenever you need help and youâre convinced that maybe, your brain has made the entire thing up. You stand, making your way to the bathroom, washing your face, and brushing your teeth. You go about your morning routine like normal, eyes searching for evidence every now and then, but you donât find anything to suggest that you were anything over than alone last night. You chuckle, almost embarrassed, thinking of how ridiculous the entire thing is. It isnât until youâre at the sink getting breakfast ready that you notice a bulky silver ring sitting in the dish, left to try and looking extremely clean.
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Yâall.
Yâall.
Yâall
Right there in front of my salad God and everybody đïžđđïž I took about 4 breaks to walk away around my house and come back before I could finish it đ«Ł
@withmyteeth You canât just do this and go unpunished.
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Summary: Bishop's got a new old lady that's running him ragged, so he tries to hide out in Templo, but she finds him anyway.
Inspired by this post from @darklydeliciousdesires
WARNINGS: 18 + ONLY; threesome; sharing; cum play; oral/vaginal sex; vouyerism; 2.6k words
Author's note: I have nothing to say for myself
âDoing okay there, prez?â
Bishop readjusts in his chair, shaking his head at Taza. âMy god, that girl sure is something else.â
Chuckles roll through the smoke filled room, the club sitting at the table preparing for Templo. When Bishop started dating a woman almost half his age, heâd accepted the razzing from the club with a grin, knowing that he was getting laid far more than all of them combined, but he thought eventually it would taper off a bit. Maybe the honeymoon phase would wear off and youâd get tired of him, but, if anything, youâve gotten needier.
âShe have you up late last night?â comes from somewhere down the table.
Bishop looks up, running his hand over his face. âEight times. I made that woman come eight times in the five hours I was home last night and sheâs still not satisfied.â He expects someone to make a snarky comment about his performance but when he looks up, heâs met with several wide-eyed looks.
âHoly shit, eight?â
âYouâre dickâs gotta be about raw.â
âIâm surprised you can walk.â
He just nods along with the comments, puffing on his cigarette. The truth is, he isnât as young as he used to be. He was spent after the first several rounds, finally relying on his hands, mouth, and the toys in the bedside drawer to get you off, hoping that after each orgasm, youâd let him finally get some sleep. Yet youâd only be down for about half an hour and you were pawing at him again, little whimpers falling from your lips about how bad you need him, and who was he to tell you no?
 âWe even need this meeting or are you just hiding?â
Before Bishop can answer the question, the front door of the clubhouse opens. He stills immediately, cigarette halfway to his mouth as he listens for who just arrived. When he hears the tell tale click of your heels on the wood, he sighs. âJesus Christ.â
The guys give him a confused look until the door to Templo slides open. Everybodyâs head turns on a swivel to see who would have the audacity to enter the sacred room during a meeting, only to see you leaning against the doorway. âThere you are!â
Bishopâs eyes dart to the men around the room, daring someone to make a comment about your arrival, but the only reaction are a few amused looks in his direction.
âSweetheart, weâre having a meeting, can this wait?â he says, his shortened patience tinging his words.
You frown, looking around the room at the men, some meeting your gaze with a huge smile, others avoiding it all together. âDoesnât look like youâre very busy in here,â you say, walking into the room until you are able to stand next to Bishop, your hand on his shoulder. He tenses slightly under your touch, so you squeeze his shoulder before running your hand along the leather to cup the back of his neck. âI think I could find something better for you to do,â you say quietly, just above a whisper into his ear.
The guys on either side of him laugh, having heard what you said, but you donât care in the slightest. Youâve never been one to shy away from something sexual and the club has to know what kind of a beast Bishop is. His hand slips around your waist, cupping your ass, giving it a nice squeeze. âIâd love to help you out, doll, but I canât, we have a lot to figure out, you know.â
Just having his hand on your ass cranks your needs up to ten, your walls already fluttering, wetness seeping between your legs. Thereâs no way you are going to be able to walk out of here without him giving you a nice pounding.
âBut, baby, you know how much I need you,â you whine, louder now, not even caring about the other men in the room, your thoughts only on how fast you can get Bishop to bend you over the table. At this point, you donât even care if they stay and watch.
âPick one.â
You frown at Bishop. âWhat?â
âPick one,â he says, gesturing to the men. Heâs at his wits end with you, completely drained and thereâs no way he is going to be able to go home and spend the day in bed with you and be able to ride a bike again. So he throws a hail mary, hoping that someone, anyone, will have his back.
Angel clears his throat down the table. âIâd like to take a crack at it.â
Youâre still utterly confused, looking down at Bishop. You half expect him to come out of his chair and throttle the man that volunteered to satisfy you, but instead, he looks a bit relieved. âWhat is happening?â you ask.
Bishop slides out his chair, turning to you, holding both of your hands in his. âLook, sweetheart, my gas tank is empty. Youâre a hell of a woman and I just canât keep up.â You tense, worried this is him trying to say goodbye to you, but he stops that train of thought in its tracks. âNo, see. I do know how needy you are, I know how much you love it, and Iâll be damned if Iâm going to let you be unsatisfied.â
Your jaw drops. You figured the president would be possessive, never wanting another man to touch his woman, but here he is, willing to farm out your pleasure to the other men in his club.
âAnd I know that no one in this room is stupid enough to think this is more than what it is or to catch feelings for my old lady,â he says, eyes narrowing as he looks around the room. The men meet his gaze, all nodding in turn at the understanding of his statement. âSo now, itâs up to you, sweetheart,â he says, kissing your knuckles, âDo you want this?â
You look down the table at the men, some of them looking at you curiously, others looking at you like a piece of meat, but the feeling of so many eyes on you, so many eyes going to be on you, as you get fucked at this table, and you find yourself nodding in agreement as you feel your nipples start to pebble under your clothes. âYes,â you say, your voice gone breathy.
Bishop gives one sharp nod. âAngel?â
The man whoâd volunteered pushes his chair out from the table, an unbelievably cocky look on his face as he stands and takes the few paces to stand in front of you. âHello, querida,â he says, putting out his hand to shake yours, but when you grab his, instead of shaking it, he directs it to the bulge in his jeans, squeezing your hand around it. âThink you can handle this?â
You bite your lip, looking back over your shoulder at Bishop one last time to make sure heâs okay with it. âGo on,â he says.
Looking back up at Angel, you give a nod, and suddenly you are over his shoulder, the guys hollering and smacking the wood in encouragement, as Angel takes you to the other end of the table, moving a couple of empty chairs out of the way before depositing you on the flat surface. Angelâs lips meet yours, his tongue demanding entrance to your mouth, your hands slipping around his neck to twine in the long hair on the top of his head. Either your heart beats loudly in your chest, or you hear Bishop bang the gavel, calling the meeting to order.
Angelâs fingers drag roughly up your thighs, pushing aside the material of your dress until he reveals the fact that you arenât wearing any underwear.
âNaughty girl,â he murmurs, then louder, says, âBishop, your girl ainât wearing no panties.â
âShe never does,â Bishop calls back then goes right back into whatever heâs telling the rest of the club.
âI like to be ready for anything,â you say with a shrug and a smirk.
He bites his lip, looking down at you. âWell, you gonâ have to be ready for what Iâve got coming for you.â
You donât wait any longer, tugging at his belt, fighting with the fly on his pants until you can push them down his hips.
âWill that keep you entertained for a while, princesa?â Bishop calls from the other end of the table.
You lick your lips, eyes still drawn to Angelâs cock. âYea,â you say, before looking up and meeting Angelâs eyes. âFor a while, at least.â
He smirks at the tone in your voice, not at all deterred by the challenge youâre offering him or the audience he has watching. His lips meet yours again as his hand comes between your thighs, his long fingers easily parting your soaking lips to find your hot center. You moan loudly into his mouth, your thighs parting so his fingers can glide in easily all the way up to his knuckles. Â
âJesus Christ,â he says, pulling out of the kiss to look down at where his fingers disappear into you, your slick already glistening on the table from where it's dripped, your already short dress riding up over your ass. âBish, you didnât say this was going to be like a goddamned slip and slide.â
You reach out, wrapping a hand around his hard cock, feeling it twitch in your palm. âYou can just say you donât think you can handle it, maybe someone else wants a turn.â
Angel looks over your shoulder and you donât know what he sees, but all the playfulness drops from his face in an instant. His hands tighten on you, gripping your thighs hard enough, you wouldnât be surprised to see bruises, then he tugs, pulling you through your own mess towards the edge of the table. âI was gunna be nice, with your old man watching,â he says, gesturing with his chin to the other end of the table, which has since gone quiet, âdidnât want to show him up, you know? But if youâre going to be mouthy about it, Iâm just going to have to shut you up.â
He dips and you feel the head of his cock notch at your opening before he ruts forward, sheathing himself into you in one thrust. You canât stop the gasp when your jaw drops, finally feeling the stretch youâve craved since youâd rode Bishop before he left this morning. And he gives you no time to adjust, immediately pumping into you again and again until you have your nails buried in his biceps trying to hold on.
He thrusts into you with abandon, sliding you back on the table until he has to pull you to the edge again. Â
âSo fucking tight for being so god damned needy,â he says, âLay down.â
You lay back, wrapping your legs around his waist to help keep yourself from sliding. Your back arches and the angle changes, his tip dragging deliciously over the spot inside you guaranteeing youâll see stars. âYes, yea, right there, baby, fuck me right there,â you chant, head tipped back, eyes on Bishop. Â
Itâs hot, watching him watching you get fucked. Heâs got a smirk on his face, watching you fall apart on another manâs dick. You bring your hands up, tugging down the top of your dress until your breasts are freed, immediately squeezing them and rolling your nipples in your fingers. Someone else in the room groans, but you arenât quite sure who it was, the lewd sounds of Angel pumping into you distorting the noise.
âAwfully hard to have a meeting down here when youâre being so loud down there, sweetheart,â Bishop says, not taking his eyes off you, his mustache twitching before he props his chin in his hand and covers it up.
Angelâs still pumping away between your legs, the coil in your belly building tighter and tighter, the feeling of the eyes on you as he brings you to orgasm almost palpable on your skin. Still, you need more. âYou know how to shut me up.â
He raises an eyebrow but before he can say anything, Creeper stands up at the side of the table, his enjoyment of the situation clearly visible. He keeps his eyes on you, but his words are directed at Bishop. âPermission to fuck your old ladyâs throat, sir?â
Your eyes shoot to Bishop, who watches you for a moment, seeing how your hands have stilled, how your mouth dropped open a little more, and he answers, âPermission granted.â
Creeper wastes no time coming to the end of the table, already fumbling with his belt. âMove her over here, homie.â
Angel pauses his thrusting long enough for the two of them to man handle you to the edge of the table, so Angel can still be between your legs but if you turn your head, Creeper will be able to fuck into your mouth.Â
You notice Angel is sweaty and breathing heavy, using the change in position to rest against the table. âReady to give in?â
Instead of answering you, he grabs your ankles, hitching your legs up so your hole is on display, before he spits at where his head is nestled into your lips. âIâve been working on my cardio just for this moment.â
You open your mouth to say something back to him, but Creeper takes the opportunity to step forward, pushing past your lips the same moment Angel fills you again between your legs. Youâre not any quieter with both holes filled, but now your sounds are muffled. Once Bishop is content you wonât be making any further noises, he starts talking again, but you canât focus enough to actually hear what heâs saying. Â
After several minutes of both of them fucking into our holes, Angelâs fingers come to your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts and you barely stop yourself from digging your teeth into Creeperâs cock. Your sounds get louder, albeit muffled, as you feel the waves of your orgasm rolling through you, your walls fluttering around Angel until suddenly he jerks out of you. The emptiness makes you groan, then Creeper is pulling out of your mouth. You manage to slit your eyes open, seeing both men pumping themselves as they stand over you until their releases coat your belly and chest.
You fall back against the table, a smile on your face, as you come down from your high, your finger trailing through the mess the men left on you, swirling them both together.
âThat wasnât so bad,â Angel says, tugging his jeans back into place before running the back of his hand over his forehead.
âYea,â Creeper agrees, tucking himself away, as he watches you, loose limbed and completely relaxed on the table. âBish, are you sure this is the same girl you were talking about?â
Bishop smirks, his own dick twitching in his pants, seeing you on his table, your tits covered in come. âJust wait.â
You blink, hearing the deep rumble of his voice and you turn your head until you can meet his eyes. When he smiles at you, you trail your hand down further, rubbing at the small bundle of nerves there, firing them back to life.
âNo fucking way,â Angel mutters.
âWhat the fuck,â Creeper mutters.
But your eyes are still glued to Bishop, seeing the pride in his eyes, his good little slut standing up to the club, taking what they could give her and needing more. When you give him a wink, he clears his throat. âAnyone else want to try?â
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This fucking sent me đđđđđ âWell well well, she canât reach the top of the fridge..â
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WE NEED MORE SLIGHTLY CREEPY STALKERISH NEIGHBOR ANGEL WHO'S OBSESSED WITH US
Boy do I have some to share đ€
***As you can tell by the ask, this is another dark/yandere HC so feel free to skip if that's not your thingđ***
Yandere Angel who watched you watering the lawn after you moved in across the street from his house, hidden by the curtains so you couldn't see him
Yandere Angel who felt the need right then to have you but doesn't want to bring you into the mess of his life yet so he keeps an eye from afar in the beginning
Yandere Angel who slowly needs to be closer to you so he waits until you go out to get your mail to get his so he can say hi to you and talk
Yandere Angel who found your 'hidden' extra key super easy and had a copy made
Yandere Angel who installs hidden cameras around the outside of your home for security so he can make sure you're safe
Yandere Angel who sits in his room and watches the screen with all the camera footage when he can't sleep to make sure you're ok
Yandere Angel who sneaks a business card for Felipe's carniceria in your mailbox with the rest of your mail so that you can go there for meat instead and he can see you more
Yandere Angel who gets his dad to give you the absolute best cuts of meat every time
Yandere Angel who will deliver your order straight to your house so he has an excuse to spend time with you and be in your house for a bit
Yandere Angel who puts a tracking device under your car so he can be there to help you if you're ever in trouble
Yandere Angel who scares off any potential partners of yours when they come over to pick you up for a date or something
Yandere Angel who sneaks into your house when you're gone so he can look around and learn more about you like your favorite foods, favorite shows you've recorded, favorite books you're reading, favorite scents you like to wear
Yandere Angel who buys your exact signature perfume that you always wear and sprays his pillow with it every night before bed
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@piccasoe @ateliefloresdaprimavera @gemini0410 @woahitslucyylu @my-rosegold-soul @that-chick212 @everyhowlmarksthedead @glimmerglittergirl  @fanaticfangurl21 @encounterthepast  @svintsandghosts @starrynite7114  @destynelseclipsa  @queenbeered @iamthegraham @emoengelfurleben  @otomefromtheheart @rosieposie0624 @papa-geralt-of-cirilla @beeroses @weirdosandhopelessromantics @kola95 @black-repunzel99 @xonickibaby @cruzwalters @myakai13 @mrsstevenbuchananstark @lyly00 @kaystacks17 @cole-winchester  @alexxavicry  @savagemickey03  @fanfic-n-tabulous   @choochoo284 @xbloodyxangelx @carma-fanficaddict @gillysoldlady
Mayans MC taglist
@dazzledamazonâ  @abunnykissesâ @briana-mishell24â  @wrcn9fvlcverâ  @thesandbeneathmytoesâ @krysiewithakâ  @appropriate-writers-nameâ  @blessedbooâ  @megapeacelovemusic-blogâ @emoengelfurlebenâ @blowmymbackoutâ @abby-splaceâ @kola95â @black-repunzel99â @redpoodlernâ  @myakai13â
@cruzwaltersâ  @danimals1096 @po3ticb3autyâ @lyly00â @im-just-a-mississippi-girlâ  @angel-121â @fanfic-n-tabulousâ @90sisthenew80sâ @lovelytricia @librarian1002
Angel taglist
@maciiiofficial @abby-splace @redpoodlern @justazzie @xonickibaby @myakai13 @fanfictiontrash9 @kaykaysuh @ohmydeputywalsh @lovelytricia
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