fakebwitch · 1 day ago
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need a part two of the panties in the car where he comes home and confronts y/n and she’s all like huhhh? 👀🤭
rafe punish you after finding your panties in his car [rafe x fem!reader]
part one
a/n: ookayyy i just had to write about this cause i can imagine her being so clueless about it while he's been going crazy all day, and then ofc he’s going to punish her. thank you for giving me this inspo, hope you’ll enjoy it!!!
warnings: nswf contents, begging, oral, pnv, praising, spanking, chocking, dirty language.
throughout the rest of the day rafe's head was elsewhere. during the meeting he was distracted all the time, muttering a few "mhm" now and then and a few nods, staring at a fixed point while his head kept thinking about you. when the meeting was finally over over, rafe stood up quickly almost running as he left the office.
the drive home was not very smooth, cursing all the red lights that kept him away from you. arriving at your house he absentmindedly parked the car, hurrying to get out of it, he inserted the keys in the lock opening the door, as he expected you were not there waiting for him, he knew it was all part of your plan. passing through the living room he saw you were not even there, he sighed as he walked up the stairs leading to your room, his cock twitching in his pants, eager to be inside you.
he walked into your room, the door was open, and he saw you. you were lying on the bed on your stomach, your phone in your hands scrolling on tiktok while your feet were up, swinging from side to side to the beat of the song. his eyes fell on your thighs, the plump of your ass visible to his eyes because of the little skirt.
“hey” he said, short but etched. you turned your head toward him, a smile grew on your face as your eyes softened, “hi baby” you said turning your back, supporting you with your elbows, his face didn't look very enthusiastic.
just as you were about to ask him how the day went, he interrupted you. “what was that about?” he asked, approaching you, taking a few steps closer to the bed, his voice low almost threatening and for a second you forgot about the little surprise you had left in his car the previous day.
“what?” you answered naively as you looked down at him, blinking your long lashes. “don't fucking act dumb, why the fuck where your panties in my car?” he said much more pissed off this time, no longer able to contain himself, his knees were now touching the bed and your view was perfectly aligned with his cock.
“oh- umh they were simply a little itchy so I decided to take them off, I guess I forgot about them...” you replied shrugging as you looked around, in his eyes you were clearly teasing him.
as much as he hated it, your attitude only hardened his cock, he sighed again as he ran a hand over his face. “you wanna know what else is itchy? my fucking dick from the moment that i get in the car this morning to the whole fucking day,” he confessed as he pointed his finger at you, you couldn't help but bite your lip as you felt your pussy clench around nothing, hearing the kind of effect you had on him just with your panties.
“sit your ass here” he said as he sat down on the bed, patting his tight. you watched him for a few seconds, you knew what he had in mind at that moment, “fucking move” he said irritably, pulling you toward him by the ankle. you settled so that your belly was in contact with his thighs, your ass in full view for his eyes.
he lifted your skirt all the way up, almost drooling as he looked down at your ass hugged by pink panties. your hands were already clutching the fabric of the sheets underneath you, closing your eyes waiting for rafe to hit you. he groped your ass for a few seconds, squeezing the soft skin in his big hands, and then suddenly a slap, you squinted as your teeth dug into your lips.
“count for me doll” he told you almost in a whisper, his deep, rough voice almost made you moan, “one” you said as his other hand moved on the low of your back, making sure to held you back in your seat. his hand squeezed the fat of your thighs, just below your ass, “thought it could've been a good idea to put your panties in the car uh? always find a way to get me mad” he said, in the process another slap landed on your ass, he looked carefully at the way your ass jiggled, the halo of his hand mark barely visible.
“two” you said squeezing the fabric tighter.
he massaged the newly affected area, slightly alleviating the pain, “got me jerkin off like a fucking kid, that's what you wanted don't you?” he confessed to you as his hand hit your ass again, you hissed pressing your head into the soft sheets, the pain you just felt mixed with your throbbing clit, the idea of him jerking off on you using your panties and the fact that right now his hard cock was right under your pussy, wasn't helping at all.
“three” you said, your voice muffled by the sheets.
he kept complaining as two hard slaps hit you, your skin now marked by the imprint of his hands, “shit” you let slip, feeling your skin burn as your vision blurred. he grabbed the newly affected skin tightly, “ouch rafe-” you whimpered through clenched teeth trying to get up, but the hand he had on your back slammed you back down on the bed, your face met the soft fabric again as a tear ran down your cheeks, once it reached your lips you licked it, savoring the salty taste.
“nah you're not running, you're gonna take it all” he said grabbing your hair, pushing your head back, the perfect opportunity for another slap. “rafeee... it hurts” you whined clinging to the sheets, you didn't remember it hurting so much.
“shh it's alright baby, you're taking it sooo good” he praised you, his voice low and deep, his palm stroking your irritated skin.
“how many is that?”
“6” you replied, another tear streaked your face. “only four more baby, you can do that right?” he said almost teasing you, letting go of his grip on your hair, bringing his hand back to your back.
“yes.”
when he got to the tenth he decided it was enough, his hand now gently massaging the soft skin of your ass trying to ease the pain, your cheeks streaked with salty tears as you felt your skin burn, the imprint of his hand well scanned on your ass. he helped you up, you sat up on your knees finally meeting his gaze. your mascara slightly smudged from the way your face was splattered against the sheets, your cheeks flushed, your hair messy and your lips swollen from how hard you were biting them, his cock hardened at the sight of how perfect you looked.
one last remaining tear slid down your entire cheek ending up under your chin, rafe was quick to brush it away with his thumb as his hand gently came in contact with your neck, “shh baby it's all over” he shushed you, pushing your face to his as your lips finally collided with his.
the kiss quickly became more intense, your hands on the nape of his neck pushing him toward you as his hand groped your tits violently from above your top. a small moan escaped him as you brought your hand down toward his polo shirt, letting him know that he should take it off, he was more than happy to oblige by slipping it off and tossing it somewhere in the room.
you resumed the kiss as your hand wandered over his toned pecs, moving down to his abs, you heard small sounds leave his lips as your delicate fingers brushed against his skin. you traced his happy trail going down a little further, grabbing his cock through his pants, he let out a choked moan breaking the kiss. he took your hand and moved it away, "y’want it that bad, isn't that right?" he mocked you, you nodded quickly, his hand still tight on your wrist with a small grin, "lie down."
you did as he said, you lay down opening your legs so he could settle between them, a small whimper escaped your lips as your flushed ass came in contact with the fabric underneath. rafe positioned himself between your legs, his hands rested on either side of your head, he lowered his head kissing you as his right hand helped you slip off your top. he broke the kiss, kissing down to your jaw, up to your neck, you bit your lip holding back a moan feeling his hot breath just below your ear. he lingered there for a few seconds then moved the kisses lower, as his hand groped the other breast his mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking it fervently. he gave the other the same attention, licking and sucking as little moans escaped your lips.
"you gonna let me taste baby?" he whispered as his kisses moved to your stomach making you shiver, "mhm" you hummed enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on you, "can't hear you" he scolded you as he lifted up your skirt, "want your mouth on me" you whimpered meeting his gaze, his eyes full of lust. your clit throbbing under the fabric of your panties, at the thought of his warm breath on your pussy, making you shiver.
all day long he had been thinking about having his head between your thighs, licking you clean. It was probably one of his favorite things, eating your pussy while your thighs suffocated him, your moisture spread all over his chin while continuous moans came out of your lips.
"we're gonna keep these on, right? think you've already lost too much pairs mhm?" he said, the vibrations of his voice hit directly your pussy as you felt it clench around nothing. he put a hand under your thigh pushing you closer to his face, his eyes noticed the small wet spot visible on your panties, a smirk grew on his face at the sight.
with his index finger he moved the garment to the side, your wet pussy in perfect view for his hungry eyes, without warning he licked a long strip, up to your clit, which begged for attention. you let out a moan feeling his tongue explore your folds, you raised your hips meeting his face, eager for more. his tongue lingered for a few seconds on your entrance, "fuuuck rafe" you moaned as your head fell back pushing his head closer to your pussy with your hand, his nose slammed against your clit.
he knew just what you wanted, and within seconds he began to suck fiercely on your bundle of nerves. the way his tongue felt on your pussy, his hot breath, his hands clinging firmly to your thighs almost leaving bruises just worked you up even more. "baby- soo good" you praised him, as he kept sucking and licking, practically making out with your pussy.
you kept moaning feeling overwhelmed by pleasure, your hands tightened the sheet below while your toes curled, feeling a familiar knot forming in the lower abdomen. “i-i’m cum-” you didn’t even get to finish the sentence as rafe get away from you pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing and unsatisfied, if there’s one thing you hated was when your orgasm was interrupted, rafe knew that real well. “baby wha-why?” you whined as you stood up supporting yourself with your elbows, your expression wrinkled, face slightly flushed as you looked up at him, his face coated with your wetness, he scooped it all up with his index and middle fingers sticking them in his mouth, sucking them clean. he couldn't get enough of your taste.
“as much as i love tasting you, i fucking need to be inside you” he said quickly unbuckling his belt, you bit your lip at the thought of his cock moving fast inside you, your pussy already clenching. he lowered his pants along with his underwear, his hard cock that all day long kept bothering him finally free.
he wrapped his hand around his dick, there was no need to spit since the small drops of pre cum had spread along the entire length, he began to rub slowly at the sight of your wet pussy in front of him, your fucked face and your hard nipples, he dropped his head back emitting small sounds of pleasure. as much as you loved the erotic view in front of you, the way his arm muscles flexed with every movement, his body covered with a small layer of sweat and his mouth open with pleasure, you needed him inside you.
“rafey need you inside so bad” you practically begged him, looking at him from below with your best eyes. your clit still throbbing from the orgasm you had been denied, praying that someone would pay attention to it. you almost cried feeling so in need of cum, and rafe didn’t seem to care enough.
“i got you doll” he said simply, returning his gaze to you. he pulled you even more towards him by the leg, you quickly wrapped your legs around him and his tip hit against your clit, you both let out a moan at the sensation. he grabbed the tip of his cock rubbing it all over your pussy.
“don’t tease” you complained, becoming more and more impatient as rafe continued to tease you. what you didn’t know is that he wanted it as much as you, if not more. his cock had desired your pussy all day, throbbing in his pants and all he wanted was to sink every inch of his length into your hot and tight hole, but at the same time he loved to see you equally desperate, eager for his cock inside you while you looked at him with your eyes, which pushed him to the edge every time, begging him to fuck you, that you needed him, to feel him, he simply loved it.
“don’t tease?” he repeated chuckling darkly, “then what did y’do with me baby, uh? c’mon tell me” he encouraged you, his swollen tip was still pressing against your clit, ��I...” you started to say but too embarrassed to continue, under his stinging gaze you almost wanted to disappear.“don’t get shy on me now pretty girl, say it” he said wrapping his hand around his cock again, pushing the tip slightly inside your entrance, he could feel the heat of your walls as your pussy was ready to receive it.
“uuuuh…-i’ve been bad rafe, i teased you with my panties” you said sighing, a small part of his tip inside you, squeezing him already so well that it was difficult for rafe to restrain himself from hammering inside you. “yeah that’s right baby, now what y’want me to do?” he said trying to control himself, but his almost trembling voice betrayed him, “fuuuck i want you to fuck so bad, please rafe” you begged, there was no more room for shyness, the only thing in your head was his dick, and how much you wanted it inside you.
“that’s a good girl” he praised you, the tip of his cock completely entering your tight hole, he lingered for a few seconds enjoying the sensation of your tight pussy around him, your mouth open and your face frowning while his cock pushed deeper inside you. “fuck baby, just squeezing me tight… so nice and warm” he said, his cock completely inside you. the walls of your pussy stretched accepting the new intrusion as you could feel every single vein on his cock pulsating inside you.
“oh fuck rafe” you breathed feeling so full, he gave you little time to adapt to its length, quickly finding his rhythm pushing deep inside you.
while with one hand he squeezed your leg firmly, the other hand tightened around your breasts, clinging to it. your hands tightened to the sheet while rafe began to push himself hard inside you. the sound of his body slamming against yours every time he pushed himself inside you and the wet sound that his cock emitted when he entered and left your hole filled the room.
he pinched your nipple, you moaned as rafe could feel your pussy tighten around him, “so tight doll, i can barely move” he said as your pussy sucked him inside. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your teeth sank strongly into the soft skin of your lips trying to hold back the loud moans that threatened to come out, the tip of his cock repeatedly hit the right point making you arch your back.
you opened your eyes suddenly, feeling his hand wrap around your neck, applying enough pressure to make you whine. “keep your eyes on me” he incited you, his own voice sounded weak. you looked at him with narrowed eyes, barely focusing on the words that came out of his mouth, the pressure of his hand on your neck and his cock that continued to throb inside you were enough to make your head dizzy.
rafe lowered his head towards yours, his mouth rested on yours giving life to an intense kiss, your tongues collided in a messy way. while you kissed him you could hear small grunts escape his lips, your hand moved towards his face resting on his cheek, pushing his face towards yours.
“say you’re sorry for t-teasing me” he said, his voice interrupted by a grunt while his tip repeatedly hit your spongy spot, you had barely understood what he had said to you, overwhelmed with pleasure. you opened your mouth to answer but only a moan came out.
rafe moved his rough thumb towards your swollen clit, rubbing quickly. an almost pornographic moan came out of your lips, feeling all those pleasures at the same time, “c’mon you can say it” he encouraged you, his thumb moved as fast as his thrusts inside your hole. “i’m sorry, so sorry rafe!” you managed to say, your words were slurred as you wrapped your hand around the wrist of his hand, still firmly around your neck. rafe couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your euphoric state, completely fucked up.
“that’s what you wanted uh? me to fuck the shit outta you” he said almost mocking you, you nodded quickly in response, there was no way you could form a sentence of complete meaning at that moment.
“could’ve said it to me, y’know i would’ve given it to you” he almost scolded you, his words sounded far away, the only thing you could hear was the slamming of your bodies, his cock throbbing inside you.
“thaaat’s it… so good for me” he praised you, he looked down where his cock connected to your pussy, a ring of cum coming from your pussy forming around his cock, “f-fuuuck” that’s all he managed to say at that sight, his head fell back while a grunt came out of his lips.
your curled your feet feeling a familiar knot form in your stomach, “d-don’t stop... please” you begged him almost on the edge of crying, your eyes glossy as you looked at him, your hand clung to his biceps firmly, your nails digging into his skin. you couldn’t stand the feeling of another denied orgasm. “go on doll, make a mess on me” he encouraged you, his voice reassured you, he lowered his head again so that his mouth was a few centimeters from your ear. his thrusts became deeper and faster helping you reach your high, your brows frowned and your mouth open, fully enjoying the feeling of his cock that entered inside you with such ease because of your wetness.
“i’m close… p-pleaseee” you whined raising your hips, meeting his thrusts. you could hear his grunts, his hoarse voice sending chills all over your body. “sooo good” you said, your voice sharp while your head was completely dizzy, the knot in your stomach getting heavier and more persistent.
“holy shiiit baby, c’mon… c-cum all over my dick” his thumb worked quickly on your clit, he left sloppy kisses all over your jaw, going down towards the neck as with a big moan you finally reached your orgasm. your body trembled as your hand tightened even more around his biceps, your moans sounded choked because of his hand still tight around your neck. his thumb on your clit slowed down applying a slight pressure while his thrusts became slow and deep, he too was reaching his high.
you felt overwhelmed by a sudden sleepiness, your grip on his biceps loosened, the marks left by your nails clearly visible. you let rafe continue to use your hole to reach his climax. “thaaat’s it, such a good girl” he praised you, his grip on your neck had loosened, moving on your thigh.
“i want your cum in me, rafe” you said, your voice dim and kneaded as you opened your eyes to look at him, “fuck that’s right, g-gonna fill you up” he said nodding, your pussy tightened around him, “k-keep doing that… fuuuck” he said enjoying the feeling, you did as requested. you felt his hot liquid spread inside you, mixing with your cum, you left a little whining at the sensation, still overstimulated by the orgasm you just had, “s-shiiit, that’s fucking it” he said, he kept pushing himself inside you for a few seconds and then pulled out, he picked up the cum that had leaked with his fingers, putting it back in your hole, “we’re not gonna waste any of it right?” he said with his usual grin, falling next to you on the bed.
“noo… all in me” you agreed with him, your mind still dizzy as rafe pushed you into his arms, your head came in contact with his chest as you quickly curled up in his embrace.
“you’re good princess, did so good” he said chuckling at your fucked-up state, kissing your head.
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harknessxo · 2 days ago
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Paring: Serial-killer!Stalker!Agatha Harkness x reader
Summary: You get to have your happy ending with Agatha in the end.
Warnings; smut, fingers, cunnilingus (A receiving), strap on use, mommy kink, praise/degradation kink.
Word Count: 5.3k
Part 1, Part 2
A/n: A lot of people wanted a part three and here it is. This is the final part!
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Monica was outside like she said she would when they released you. The car ride was a bit awkward especially after your outburst. She would glance over at you every now and then, not sure what to say. She was worried about you and the fact that you seemed to have some sort of attachment to Agatha. She knew that you were a good person and that you wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose but she couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease.
“Y/n…can I ask you something?”
“Mhm.” She hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Do you really love her?”
“I…” you paused and remembered what Agatha had told you, “No, no I don’t. I don’t know what was going through my head. I’m sorry for my outburst,” you lied, chuckling nervously. She let out a sigh of relief, her grip on the steering wheel loosening.
“Thank god. I was worried about you. You seemed so…possessed.”
“Hah…I guess I just needed some time to process everything….”
“I understand. It’s a lot to take in. But I need you to promise me something, okay?”
“What’s that?”
“Promise me that you will go see a therapist. I know a good one in town. She helped a friend of mine a while ago.” She could tell you were acting a bit. She just wanted what was best for you.
“I…I promise.”
“Good. I just want to make sure you’re okay. Here,” she took out a paper card from her purse, “This is her number.” You took the card from her and read out the name.
“Christina Raynor.” Monica nodded.
“Yeah, she’s a good therapist. I think you’ll like her. Just give her a call and set up an appointment, okay?”
“Will do.” Just as you finished your sentence, she pulled up in front of your house and put the car in park.
“Alright, we’re here. Do you need me to come inside with you?”
“No, it's fine. She’s in jail now.” You joked uncomfortably and she chuckled.
“You’re right. She’s locked up tight. I still can’t believe she got away with all those murders for so long…”
“Me neither,” you didn’t like the thought of talking bad about Agatha so you just hugged her to get it over with, “Thank you, Monica.” She hugged you back, squeezing you tightly.
“You’re welcome. Just take care of yourself, okay? And call me if you need anything.”
You bid her goodbye and went inside your house. It felt so empty, you wanted Agatha to be here with you. It was 6 pm by now and you were nowhere near tired. You decided to sit on your couch, exactly where Agatha had sat earlier that day, and watch some tv. It was hard to find anything to watch, almost every channel talking about the serial killer being put behind bars. It made your blood boil.
The news kept going on and on about Agatha and her crimes. Some of them were praising the police for finally catching her, others were speculating on how long she would get in prison. You tried to change the channel but it seemed like every channel was talking about her. It made you miss her even more. The way she touched you, the way she kissed you, the way she spoke to you. You missed everything about her.
Then you remembered the brooch. You took it out of your pocket and looked at it. Brushing your fingers over the symbol on it. You didn’t know what it meant but you knew it meant a lot to Agatha. You had no idea why it was so important to Agatha but just looking at it made you feel a strange connection to her. It almost felt like she was right next to you, watching over you with her cold, blue eyes.
The following days felt like torture. You had scheduled some appointments with the therapist Monica told you about like you promised. She seemed to see right through your act but you didn’t give in.
Every time you would go into her office, she could sense that you were lying to her. You would tell her how happy you were to be free from Agatha and how much you were enjoying your freedom but there was a part of you that missed her. Christina could see it in your eyes, even if you tried to hide it. It was like there was a void inside of you that only Agatha could fill.
“Alright, let’s try this once again, what happened the morning after Wanda’s murder?” Christian asked. She’s been asking the same questions every session trying to get something out of you.
“This again?” You sighed.
“Yes, again. You’ve been dodging the question every time I ask you about it.”
“I woke up, Monica called me to look at the news and I saw Agatha was the killer. I cried like everyone does then someone rang my doorbell. I went to look and simply found a flower on the floor and then Agatha kidnapped me. Happy?” She jotted something down on her notepad before looking up at you again.
“Who left the flower on your doorstep?”
“Agatha.” You answered flatly and she leaned back in her chair, eyeing you carefully.
“And why do you think she left a flower?”
“I don’t know…” you acted dumb. You knew why she left it. She left it as a way to apologize for killing Wanda. Christina sighed, clearly getting frustrated with you.
“Y/n, you can’t just act like you don’t know. I need you to be honest with me.”
“I am. I don’t know why she left it.” She closed her notepad, crossing her arms.
“You do realize that lying to your therapist isn’t going to get you anywhere, right?”
“Look, I’m only here because I made a promise to a friend. I am fine.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling deeply.
“Being ‘fine’ and needing therapy are two completely different things. Clearly, you have something that you’re not telling me and I think it has something to do with the fact that you have developed Stockholm syndrome and you choose to ignore it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I could never love someone who killed my best friend,” you lied. Saying that sentence almost physically hurt you. Christina chuckled, shaking her head.
“That’s exactly the problem, sweetheart. You do love her. Whether you admit it to yourself or not, you do.”
“Alright, are we done here?” You were starting to get agitated.
“Yes, we’re done for today. But I’m telling you, the sooner you accept your feelings for her, the easier it’ll be to deal with this whole situation.”
You simply gathered your things and left. The whole day your thoughts would go to Agatha. Was she actually coming for you? Did she actually love you? Was everyone else right? You shook your head, trying not to let those thoughts get to you. The drive home was miserable, you dreaded go back to an empty house. Everyday you hoped Agatha would be there when you got back but it’s been almost a week and no luck.
You arrived at your house and opened the door, being greeted by the same deafening silence that had plagued your home the past few days. It was late now, nearing 8pm, and you hadn’t eaten anything yet. You sighed as you closed the door behind you, dropping your bag and keys on the floor. You were hungry but you had no energy to cook.
“What’s got you so gloomy, sweet girl?” A voice suddenly said. Your head almost instantly turned towards the direction of the voice.
“Aggie?” She chuckled as she emerged from the shadows, stepping into the light. She was leaning against the wall with a smirk on her face, extending her arms outwards.
“Did you miss me?” You ran into her arms, clinging to her like she was your lifeline while tears spilled down your cheeks.
“I’ve missed you so much,” you sobbed. She was quick to wrap her arms around you, pulling you against her body as you clung to her. She gently stroked your hair, running her fingers through it as she shushed you.
“Shh… it’s okay, baby girl. I’m here now.”
“How did you get out?” You asked, curiously. She smirked again, tilting your chin up so that you were looking at her.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that but we must hurry. They will be looking for me soon and they will most likely come here first.”
“Okay…oh!” you stopped abruptly, searching for something in your pocket, “I kept it safe like you asked,” you smiled, handing her the brooch. She smiled when you handed her the brooch, taking it from your hand and inspecting it carefully. A look of relief washed over her face as she saw that it was undamaged.
“Good girl…” she put the brooch on your shirt, “I want you to keep it. Now, be a good girl and get your things. We need to leave before they come.”
“Okay!” You were about to run upstairs but she grabbed your arm before you could go any further.
“Okay, what?”
“Okay, mommy.” Agatha smiled, pulling you flush against her again. She put a finger under your chin, making you look up at her.
“You're so perfect for me, baby, I can’t wait to have you all to myself again.”
“Please kiss me!” You begged. She chuckled, amused by how needy you were already. She leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, hungry kiss, her hands grabbing your hips to pull you even closer to her. You pathetically melted into her. You would have fallen if it wasn’t for her hands on your hips holding you up. She felt you go weak in her arms and she broke the kiss for a moment, just to whisper against your lips.
“So sensitive, baby. You’re so desperate for me but let’s get your things,” she started leading you upstairs so you could pack essentials. After all your things were safely packed, she led you to a black SUV outside. You were confused on how she was able to get a hold of it but decided to not ask questions. She opened the passenger side door and gently pushed you into the seat before going around to the driver’s side. She started the car and pulled out of your street, starting the long drive to what was meant to be your new home.
“Where are we going, mommy?”
“A place I have set up just for us, sweetheart. Somewhere no one will find us.” She reached over and placed her hand on your thigh, gently squeezing it as she drove. She was clearly enjoying the fact that you were already calling her mommy again.
“You promise? I don’t want to have to go through that again. Everyone kept telling me that you were using me and that you didn’t actually love me-”
“Don’t listen to those fools, baby. I love you more than you could ever know. They’re just jealous of the fact that you belong to me and no one else.” She scoffed at your words, her grip on your thigh tightening.
“Really?”
“Of course, baby girl. I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you and I’ll continue to love you for as long as I live. No one will ever take you away from me. You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine?” She chuckled at your question, a small smirk on her face.
“All yours, sweetheart. You own me just as much as I own you.” You smiled sweetly at her, intertwining your hand with hers.
“My best girl,” she said, kissing the back of your hand before continuing to drive in comfortable silence. The drive was quite long but you didn’t care as long as you had Agatha. By the time you arrived at your new home in the middle of nowhere, the sun had begun to rise. The house was in the middle of the woods, far away from any signs of civilization. There was a lake not too far away from it and it was beautiful. Agatha parked the car and got out, walking around to open your door for you and holding out her hand for you to take.
“Aggie, this is beautiful,” you gushed, looking at the house and its surroundings. She chuckled as she took your hand and pulled you out of the car, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you against her side. She looked at the house and then back at you, a satisfied smile on her face.
“I knew you’d like it, baby. I picked it just for you.”
“How were you even able to get it?” She smirked at your question, giving your hip a squeeze as she started walking towards the front door.
“You don’t want to know, sweetheart.” You just nodded in response and she handed you the keys so you would be the first to go in. She watched as you opened the door, her eyes glued to you the whole time. You were practically buzzing with excitement as she stepped inside after you, shutting the door behind her and pinning you against it.
“Mommy?” Your voice trembled with anticipation. Her eyes darkened as you called her that again. She pushed herself up against you, her body pressed against yours as she looked down at you.
“Do you want mommy's fingers?”
“Mhm!” You nodded your head desperately. She smirked again, loving how desperate you were already. She grabbed your chin and tilted your head up, forcing you to look at her.
“Tell me, did you touch yourself while I was away?”
“No. Only you can.”
“Fuck, angel. I couldn’t have asked for a better girl,” she claimed your lips, shoving her tongue in your mouth. You tried to keep up with her pace but it was difficult when she was so hungry for you. She was relentless, her tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as her hands roamed your body. She pushed her knee between your legs, applying pressure against your core.
“Hmph!” She grinned against your lips, pulling away to nip at your jawline as she continued to apply pressure to your core with her knee. Her hands slid down to your hips, gripping them tightly and holding you in place against the door.
“Mommy, please!” You needed her and fast.
“Please what, baby? Use your words,” She teased, nipping at your neck before sucking on it, determined to leave marks all over your skin.
“I need you,” you whined, your hands gripping onto her shirt. She groaned at your whine, her resolve breaking as she picked you up and carried you further into the house. She was still marking up your neck as she made her way towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of marks behind as she went.
Once you were in the bedroom, she placed you on the bed and the both of you scattered to take your clothes off. She wasted no time in removing her clothes, her eyes roaming over your body hungrily as you did the same. She quickly climbed onto the bed and pinned you down, straddling your waist as she leaned down and continued marking up your skin, making sure to cover every inch of your body with hickeys.
“S-stop teasing,” you whined pathetically, trying to push her down to where you need her most.
“Nuh uh,” she pinned your hands above your head, “Do I have to tie you up again, hm? I bet you would like that.”
“But mommy-” you sobbed.
“No buts, baby girl. I’m in control here, remember? I’ll do whatever I want with you,” she said in a dominant tone, her grip on your wrists tightening as she nipped at your earlobe.
Tears of agony rolled down your cheeks as you tried to grind your hips against her for any sort of relief. Not having her for a week was absolute torture. She smiled at your tears, seeing you so desperate was a sight she would never get tired of. She chuckled as you tried to grind against her, holding your hips down to stop you from moving.
“Aw, is someone being a needy little girl? You really can’t wait for me to touch you, can you?”
“I need you so bad,” you sobbed again.
“I know, sweetheart. But I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you beg for mommy’s fingers,” she cooed in your ear, her voice low and sultry as she continued to hold your wrists and hips down with ease.
“Pretty please? I’ll be good, mommy!”
“God, baby, you sound so pretty when you beg,” she let go of your wrist and instead gripped to the back of your neck, pulling at your hair, “Say it again,” she demanded.
“Pretty please?” you said again, this time with an innocent tone knowing it would make her spiral. Agatha let out a low groan at your tone. She could feel her resolve crumbling once again as she looked down at you. You were too cute and too desperate and it was driving her insane.
“You know I can’t say no to you,” she slipped her fingers inside you without warning. She cursed under her breath as she felt how wet you were, her fingers easily sliding in. She started to move them slowly, curling them against your walls as she watched your expression intently. She watched as your brows frowned in pleasure, her hand still pulling at your hair.
“Look at you, so desperate for my fingers. You’re already a moaning mess and I’ve barely even touched you,” she said in a mocking tone, her pace slowly picking up as she continued to thrust her fingers in and out of you. Your hands gripped onto her back, your nails digging into it, leaving moon crescent shapes behind.
She let out a moan of her own at the feeling of your nails digging into her back. It hurt a bit but she absolutely loved it. She continued to move her fingers faster, keeping her pace relentless as she started to suck on your neck again, leaving behind even more marks.
“Mommy! I want- I need m-more!”
“Aww, you need more? My baby’s greedy, isn’t she?” She teased as she added a third finger, curling them all and pushing them deep inside of you. You absolutely melted with the added pressure. It felt so fucking good. She could feel you getting tighter around her fingers and it was driving her crazy. She moved her lips up to your ear, nibbling on the lobe as she whispered to you.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just take my fingers. They feel so good inside you, don’t they?”
“Yes! So good!”
“My little slut,” she kissed you as she picked up the pace even more, her fingers moving in and out of you at a brutal pace, hitting all the right spots inside you.
“C-cum?” You babbled out, your speech reduced to gibberish.
“You want to cum, baby?” She asked, a smirk on her face as she kept up her pace, her fingers moving in and out of you at a punishing pace, her thumb rubbing against your clit. You nodded your head, unable to make up words.
“Go on then, baby. Cum for me,” She cooed, her fingers curling inside of you once again as she continued to play with your clit, wanting to see you fall apart completely under her touch. Your nails only dig deeper into her back as you came, drawing blood.
Agatha let out a pornographic moan of her own as she felt you digging your nails further into her back. It was so deliciously painful she could feel her own arousal growing, feeling incredibly needy for you but wanting to focus on your pleasure first.
“That’s it, baby girl. Such a good girl,” She said as she slowly pulled her fingers out of you, looking down at your trembling form with a smirk. She was about to get up to get her strap but you took a hold of her wrist.
“Mommy? Can I taste you, please?” She froze for a moment, not expecting that at all. She wasn’t used to her partners wanting to taste her. Usually she would just focus on them, getting off by giving them pleasure but with you…well, she couldn’t deny that she was very intrigued by the thought.
“Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
“Mhm!” You eagerly responded. She looked down at you for a moment, her expression unreadable as she thought about it. She was tempted to say no just to tease you but in the end she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She wanted to see how good you were with your tongue.
“Go ahead then, angel.” To her surprise you pulled her up, making her sit in your face and you immediately got to work, lapping over her wet folds, moaning her sweet taste. She gasped as she felt the vibrations of your moans against her core. She braced herself against the headboard as you continued to lap at her folds, a shiver running down her spine as she felt your tongue on her.
“F-fuck…” she cursed as you worked h your tongue. You didn’t move your eyes from her face. She looked so beautiful when she was in pleasure. She tried her best to keep her composure but the way you worked your tongue was making it difficult. It felt so good, better than she could have imagined and the way you were staring up at her was driving her crazy. Her thighs clenched around your head as she bit down on her lip to try and stifle a moan.
You wanted to hear her moan so you gently bit down on her clit. A gasp turned into a loud moan when you did, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. She grabbed onto your hair tightly, holding you against her as she threw her head back in pleasure. You sneakily slid two fingers inside of her, knowing that would send her over the edge.
Agatha let out a string of curses as you slid your fingers inside her, her back arching and her grip on your hair tightening even more. Her hips began to move in rhythm with your fingers, desperately seeking more of you. With one final suck on her clit, she let herself come undone on your face, her hips halting. Her entire body trembled as she came, a loud moan escaping her lips as she let go of your hair and slumped back against the headboard. She was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she came down from her high.
“Did I do good, mommy?” You asked ever so innocently. She let out a breathless laugh, looking down at you with a look of awe on her face. You were absolutely adorable, covered in her slick and looking up at her with those big eyes.
“You did more than good, baby. You did amazing,” she said before pulling you into a kiss, tasting herself on your tongue. She grabbed your chin, holding your face in place as she kissed you hungrily, claiming your mouth as hers.
You hadn’t realized how wet you had gotten from that until Agatha placed her knee in between your legs, putting little pressure on your pussy and you whimpered. She smirked as she heard the whimper escape your lips, pulling away from the kiss to look down at you with a smug expression. She could feel the wetness on her knee and it made her desire for you grow even more.
“Aww, is someone needy?”
“N-no,” you tried to deny it, thinking it was embarrassing to get so needy merely by getting her off. She chuckled, not believing your denial for a second. She could see how desperate you were just by looking at you. Your flushed face, your ragged breathing, the way your hips moved ever so slightly against her knee.
“You’re a terrible liar, hon. Do you want mommy’s cock, hm?” Your eyes immediately lit up at the mention of her strap. Her smirk only grew wider as she noticed your eyes light up. You wanted it so bad. She knew exactly what you were thinking and it made her want to tease you more.
“You want mommy’s strap that badly, huh?”
“Mhm!”
“Are you going to beg for it?” She asked in a low tone, her knee still between your legs and putting a little more pressure against your aching core.
“Please mommy? I want your cock so bad!” She let out a satisfied hum at your begging, her smirk never leaving her face. She loved the way you called her ‘mommy’ and the fact that you were so desperate for her was driving her crazy.
“That’s a good girl, asking so nicely,” she said, getting up and walking into the walk in close and came back with the strap around her hips. You looked at it and realized it was quite bigger than the one she used before, making you clench your thighs together. She could see the look of nervousness on your face but she could also see the hint of excitement in your eyes. She climbed back onto the bed, crawling over you and hovering above you with a predatory look in her eyes.
“Nervous, darling?”
“Isn’t it a little too big?” You asked, anxiously. She smiled and reached out to cup your cheek, gently caressing your face with her thumb.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. I’ll make it fit.” She got in between your legs, ready to be buried inside you until you abruptly stopped her. She looked at you, concerned for a second until you took her hand and wrapped it around your neck with an innocent look on your face. She didn’t expect you to do that but the way you were looking at her was making her brain short circuit. You were going to be the death of her.
She could feel her arousal growing even more as she tightened her grip on your neck, just enough to cut off some of your air supply. You gasped but didn’t make any move to stop her. Her smirk returned as she felt your pulse. She loved seeing you like this, so vulnerable and submissive beneath her. Her eyes were dark with lust as she leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“Such a good girl, letting mommy take control,” then she thrusted the strap inside you.
You braced yourself as you tried to take every inch of the strap. She was slow at first, taking her time to push the strap into you. She could see the way your body tensed up as you tried to take all of it, but the way you squeezed around the toy only served to make her want to tease you even more. Once she was fully inside, she leaned down to suck and nibble at your nipples, leaving behind marks on your chest.
Your moans were strained because of the hand wrapped firmly around your neck but she still thought they were the prettiest sound. Her focus then turned to your pussy, watching as her strap went in and out, your walls clenching around it. She continued to move her hips, slowly pulling the strap out before thrusting it back in. The sight of you beneath her, completely at her mercy and taking her strap so well was something she’d never get tired of.
“You’re doing so well, darling. Taking mommy’s cock like a champ. Isn’t that right, superstar?” she praised, pressing her hand against the belly bulge that formed.
“M-mommy-” you babbled incoherently. She chuckled at your babbling, finding it adorable how your mind was already starting to go blank. She leaned down and kissed you, biting your bottom lip before speaking in a low, sultry tone.
“You can’t even speak, can you sweet girl? Too lost in the pleasure that mommy is giving you?”
“Hmmm…” She chuckled again, amused by your inability to form words. She could tell you were starting to get overwhelmed by everything, your body shaking slightly as she continued to move her hips at a steady pace. Her hand around your neck tightened just a bit more, restricting your air supply even more.
“Such a cute little mess you are right now. Just for me.”
“Fas- faster please!” You begged, suddenly finding your voice again. Her smirk grew wider as she heard your pleas for her to go faster. She was loving the way you were begging for her, it made her want to tease you even more.
“Oh? You want me to go faster, darling?” She asked in a teasing tone, her hips slowing down just to mess with you even more.
“No, don't slow down!” you quickly sobered up from being cockdrunk. She chuckled at your quick change of tone, her hips picking up speed once again. She was enjoying the way you were getting frustrated at her teasing, and the way your body jolted with each thrust was addicting to her.
“Don’t be so impatient, angel. Be a good girl and wait for mommy to give you what you want,” she said before letting go of your neck. She put your legs completely against your chest and started drilling into you. The new position allowed her to hit that spongy spot that made you completely spiral with pleasure.
She already knew your body like the back of her hand and knew exactly where to aim to make you fall apart even more. Her grip on your thighs tightened as she continued to thrust into you with vigor, moving her hand to rub your clit, not giving you a moment to catch your breath.
“Yes! Yes!” You sobbed, feeling yourself getting close to your climax. She loved the way you sobbed, the sound music to her ears. She could tell you were getting close and it only made her want to push you over the edge even faster.
“Are you gonna cum for me, honey? Are you gonna cum all over mommy’s cock?”
“Please?” She chuckled at your needy response, loving the way you begged her to let you cum.
“Such an obedient little girl asking for permission. Go ahead baby, make a mess for mommy.” You finally came undone, gripping onto the bed sheets, moaning Agatha’s name loudly. She continued to thrust into you through your orgasm, prolonging it as much as possible. She loved the way you gripped the sheets and the way your body shook with pleasure. She watched you intently, committing every single expression and sound to memory.
“That’s my good little cock slut,” she slowed her thrusts down, trying to pull out until you pulled her closer.
“Can you…can you keep it inside for a bit?” You asked timidly, your cheeks turning a rosy color. She smirked as she heard your request. You were always so shy about asking for things, even after she’d seen you in some of the most compromising positions.
“Of course, angel,” she said sweetly, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the forehead before fully burying the strap inside you, letting out a low groan at the sight of your stomach bulging even more from the added pressure. You clung to her, loving the feeling of being full of her. She wrapped her arms around you, holding you close against her. She loved the way you clung to her like a lifeline, and the feeling of your body against hers was intoxicating. She ran her fingers through your hair, soothingly stroking your head as she peppered kisses all over your face.
“You’re so perfect, you know that? My perfect little toy, and I promise no one will take you away from me again.”
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tellafairy · 3 days ago
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Hi, can you please explain in detail how you changed your marks + got into your dream uni and how you always stay lean? This would change my life.
i have already answered this but i will re answer it more in depth !
when i was 16, i really wanted to attend a university quite far away. it was a dream i had for a while, but i was scared things wouldn't work out — especially when my counsiler told me over and over again that my grades "weren't good enough" and i "didn't meet the requirements". i was also scared about finances and the uni being to far away.
with this, when my senior year came and i turned 17 — i had saw a sucess story on tiktok of a girl who manifested her dream university experience simply through LOA. this prompted me to do the same, and i began to completely ignored everything my counsiler said. i told myself over and over again that i am attending the university, no ifs ands or buts. i repeated simple things like "i literally got into the university, is he crazy?" "my dorm room at university is so cute i love it" over and over again inside of my head whenever the topic of university was brought up or came to mind. whenever someone asked me where i'm going for uni, i told them this university. spoke about the uni as their student would. and when filling out my application, i was laughing to myself. "why am i even doing this? i'm already a student at __.. i guess it'll be fun to show other students what an application should look like if they wanna get into __ like me!"
id also saturate! sometimes i'd spend 1-2 hours just sitting there thinking of life at that university in my head as if i was already there. id go into detail about the financial aid id get, how my dorm would look, meal plans, etc etc — everything i wanted my uni life to be like. (this part is quite important to me, i made sure to incorporate the fact i wouldn't struggle with paying for uni or finding housing). id ignore any thoughts or worries whenever they came to mind, i always made it my priority to remind myself that i already attend the university — nothing else matters.
as for changing my marks; in my home country, your highschool submits all of your grades to the universities for you. and after graduation, they send you one final copy of your transcript. so when i was applying to university, i only saw my transcript once before graduation through my guidence counsiler, and it didn't even have all of my final grades because i was still taking classes, it only had my midterm marks (which are basically ur final marks before the final exams which would usually bring ur mark up by 5-10%)
anyways, after seeing it and realizing how bad my midterms were, i just affirmed that the transcript was wrong and that my final marks would be 10x better. i told myself that i'd ace my fianl exams so well that it would bring my marks up by more than 10%. despite this — after graduation, i received a transcript with my exact same mid term marks.
but, i didn't let this discourage me. i simply disregarded the email and deleted it, i didn't even save the transcript because i knew it wasn't right. i kept affirming and affirming and saturating and telling myself that they accidentally sent the wrong transcript. and i think you know what i'm gonna say next; that's exactly what they did. my principal had emailed me alongside my counsiler, both emails had a copy of my real transcript where my grades met the standard i had created in my mind — and they also apologized for giving me the wrong transcript, informing me that the universities i applied to all received the correct one.
i had already gotten my acceptance letter into the university before i had received my final transcript, so i think that's what made it easier for me to accept and know that the first transcript they sent me was wrong.
i'm not sure what anon means by staying lean.. so i'm sorry i can't answer that part 😅 but i hope the rest makes sense!
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heyimkana · 3 days ago
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Pairing: Yuuta Okkotsu x Female Reader
Word Count: 5K (I feel like I should apologize but if you’ve seen my other works, this is considered super short I’m being fr rn)
Summary: Yuuta is your new neighbor, and everyone loves him because of his sweet and kind personality. He has a crush on you, but you’re a married woman, so you can’t reciprocate his feelings the same way. But when your husband starts cheating on you, you can’t help but turn to him for comfort.
Content Warnings: alcohol, swearing, adultery/cheating, age gap (Yuuta is in his early twenties, reader is almost in her thirties), unprotected sex, also Yuuta going down the yandere route at the end I'm not playing so if it's not your cup of tea don't read
A/N: wrote this in one sitting after aleks @yuutito said something about yuuta and older woman that rewired my brain (how dare she went to sleep after casually telling me this like I wasn't going to just just sit there thinking about *redacted*-ing this ver of him in 124352 different positions). i was supposed to be watching my kids playing in my backyard but i wrote this instead. pls don't call child support. this is also supposed to be a drabble 🤡 🔫 i was going to send it to her on discord but a few people were asking if i was dead (girl, only on the inside lol) cause i haven't posted in a while so hi everyone guess who came back from the war (i'll go through my inbox asap i promise ily)
P.S: don't use your brain when you read this cause i certainly didn't use mine when i wrote this only my dick
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Yuuta Okkotsu is your new neighbor. 
He lives across the street, and you’re not close to him, not yet. He’s younger than you, much younger than you—a fresh graduate from a reputable university who’s lucky enough to be able to work from home. He doesn’t go out much, but he’s friendly, always leaving good impressions around the neighborhood. Everyone knows Yuuta. Everyone loves Yuuta. 
The first time you asked about him, purely out of curiosity, was when you greeted your neighbor next door, an older woman living alone ever since her late husband passed. She just got home from, what you assumed, another trip to the clinic. You saw him stepping down from her porch after making sure she was okay and bidding her with a polite bow. You traded smiles with him, but he didn’t stop for a conversation. You just saw his face turn scarlet at the sight of you, and he dropped a quick “Hello” before he bolted.
“Who was that?” you asked.
“Oh, he’s our sweet neighbor Yuuta.”
“Sweet neighbor Yuuta,” you laughed a little. “He just moved here like three days ago, and everyone calls him that.”
“Because it’s true!”
“Uh-huh, and what did he do that was so sweet to you?”
“He’s helped me with my chores—washing the dishes, bathing my cat, mowing my backyard. He saw me having trouble crossing the street yesterday, so he offered to take me to the clinic today. Such a sweet boy, that man. Very handsome, too.”
That last part you could agree with. Instantly. 
You see Yuuta occasionally, always by coincidence, like maybe in the morning when you leave the house to put out your trash or grab a newspaper. He always seems like he’s eager to strike up a conversation but gives up before he can, simply because his heart can’t take it. You know he has a crush on you; it’s clear as day. He’s young, and he’s in love. It’s cute. But you’re married and committed, so that’s that. 
You meet him more frequently when he starts going to the same local supermarket. You bumped into him in one of the aisles, with him approaching you first because he saw you struggling to get that ketchup bottle on the top shelf. He’s so polite, and he’s, indeed, very sweet, especially to the elderly, always taking his time to humor them when nobody else seems to pay them any attention. He grabbed the bottle for you, and you ended up chatting with him while waiting in line. He offered to help carry your groceries, and you were thankful because you weren’t sure you could bring everything alone. He walked you to your car, bade you good night, and told you to take care. 
He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta. 
Things haven’t been going well with your husband. It’s fight after fight after fight.  At first, your relationship became so strained because you couldn’t conceive even after two years of marriage. The truth is, you don’t want to have a baby, not too soon, not when you still want to focus on living your life, but he wants it terribly, and if you want your marriage to work out, there’s no other choice but to try. You’re somehow glad that the universe seemed to work in your favor, at least for now.
You’re unsure if it’s your fault or his—you don’t have the money or time to get yourself tested. Nevertheless, he kept trying, turning your sex life into a string of dull experiments, one after another. It didn’t come as a surprise that after a while, he gave up. What did come as a surprise was when he started cheating. 
You have reasons to back your assumptions from all the evidence you’ve found along the way. The lipstick stain on his shirt, the hint of female perfume in his car, the way he never left his phone out of reach, terrified of you looking into it. It’s enough. 
It’s Friday night. Your husband won’t be home until late. Still got a bunch of stuff to do at work, he said, which is another way of saying, I got my secretary sucking my dick since you barely even bother anymore. Which is true.
You’re tired of him. You’re tired of having sex with him where he only cares about him cumming inside you and nothing more. You’re so tired of fighting. And now that he's cheating on you, you grow too tired to care. About him. About your marriage. About everything.
So, you head down to a bar one night just to distract yourself. And there he is again. Yuuta. Sitting by himself, watching a football game on the big screen with a beer bottle in hand. He looks rather… lonely, a new face that makes your heart twitch a bit. His solemn look makes him more gorgeous in a way, more mature, more mysterious, and girls love that, don’t they? A slightly dangerous aura to a very sweet face, unapproachable yet inviting.
But that doesn’t last too long because the moment he sees you, his face brightens entirely. He smiles, standing up from his seat to greet you, and you meet him halfway. You end up chatting all night. He’s a fantastic listener, and he’s so kind and thoughtful with each word, comforting you the way you need the most. It’s embarrassing that you nag about your husband like this, but he seems genuinely interested in helping you convey your emotions, and you just can’t stop. It feels so liberating.
Yuuta buys you your favorite drink but also reminds you not to get too much alcohol in your system. You begin to trust him, knowing for certain he won’t take any advantage of you. He walks you home right after. It’s true that he lives right across your house, but he makes sure you get inside safely. He leaves only after he sees you close and lock the door behind you. You spy on him from the window, wanting to see what he does after you’re gone. You see him rubbing a hand over his face, flushed from ears to neck, looking extremely happy that he got to spend time with you. 
He’s so cute, you think to yourself. Like a high school lovesick boy, kind of cute.
Yuuta then notices your husband’s missing car, meaning that you’re alone in the house. He looks sad on your behalf, which is so kind of him to think about your feelings that much. Then he turns upset, as if he was thinking, how dare he stay out so late, leaving her without protection like this. Looking visibly worried, he then texts you, “Let me know if you need anything, okay? My door is open for you anytime.” You smile and promptly reply to him with, “That’s so kind of you, thank you.” 
He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
These friendly sorts of private meetings between you and him go on for a while. Your husband often arrives late, usually drunk out of his mind or too tired to stay for a chat, and he heads straight to bed without even giving you a goodnight kiss. It hurts, but it’s fine. The more your husband breaks your heart, the harder Yuuta will try to mend it and make it whole again. And he did. Every night, when you’re lucky enough to see him, you’ll feel like a heavy weight is lifted from your chest. You feel… happy, even in this terrible situation, and it’s all because of him. 
You usually hang out with him at the bar, but sometimes you don’t feel like going for a ten-minute drive, and you choose to just cross the road and knock your fist against his door. No matter what hour you visit, day or night, for a morning latte or evening tea, he always greets you with the prettiest smile.
He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
Weeks passed by, and now you spend most of your free time chatting with him, sitting on the couch in his living room, and talking about yourself more than you ever did with your husband. He likes listening to you talk about yourself, and he tells you that you shine so brightly when you talk about the things you’re passionate about. He always stammers out his praises, looking like he’s seconds away from combusting into flames just from calling you beautiful or something. He’s so young, so inexperienced yet passionate when it comes to love and romance, and it shows.
You ask questions about himself, too, and you can understand why it’s addicting for him to watch you speak, because the second he does that, he’s breathtaking. 
You find out that he likes the things you like, he’s watched the movies you’ve seen, and he’s read your favorite books. It’s not just a coincidence, is it? Maybe you’re a match made in heaven. But even so, nothing happens. He’s too respectful, and he makes you respect yourself. You’re married, and he’s a close friend of yours. That’s it.
He’s just your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
One morning, you find a bouquet sitting on your porch. Oh, right, today’s our anniversary. Your husband has this habit of sending you your favorite flowers on your anniversary. He does this every year, which is nice of him, but you really didn’t think he’d send you one this year, seeing how he barely exchanged more than three sentences with you. So now that you receive his flowers, you’re beginning to think, oh, maybe he’s trying to fix things between us. You’re not sure if you want that, though, not anymore. Most of your heart already belongs to someone else, which is terrible since you’re married, but you can’t help it. 
You pick up the flowers anyway; too pretty to be thrown away. You open the card attached to it. I will love you forever, it says, written in his handwriting. The way he wrote the letter f is a little different. Looks like he wrote in a rush, you presume. Either that, or he just didn't care enough. And it’s whatever; you didn’t expect much anyway. You appreciate the thought until your eyes land on the name he wrote.
That’s not my fucking name.
He must have sent flowers to his secretary at the same time and had his card switched. That fucking cheater.
You thought you didn’t care about him anymore, but God, now you’re livid.
Yuuta shows up at the perfect place and at the perfect time. He invites you over to have dinner together at his place. “J-just, you know, as friends,” he says, unconsciously giving you the confirmation that he does not think of you as a friend. Not at all.
So you come over in a beautiful red dress later that evening, and he stares at you, completely in awe, for a good three seconds. “You, umm—” He blushes madly, his head so full of steam he could barely think. “You look like… like a goddess.”
“Thank you,” you simper. That was so corny for him to say, but he meant every word, which makes it endearing. “You look amazing, too.” And he is. God, he looks so handsome in his black buttoned-down shirt, and his parted hair, and his sweet, sweet smile.
I want to fuck the shit out of him.
It’s the monster inside you who speaks it. The part of you that’s been neglected for so long, that’s never been touched in the way you wanted to. And it’s screaming, begging for Yuuta to love you.
But no. We’re friends. We’re just friends, aren’t we, Yuuta?
Yuuta cooks, too, apparently. Every dish looks fucking delicious, and everything else is perfect. The table setting decorated with your favorite flowers. The scented candles with your favorite fragrance set up romantically on top of the cozy fireplace. The soft music playing in the background, a piano instrumental of your favorite song. It’s like a date. A celebration. Like something you should’ve had with your husband today.
“You did all of this on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Hmm?”
You gesture to your surroundings. “We’ve read the same books and watched the same movies. Okay, fine, maybe we have the same taste. But this song, those flowers, everything you’ve set up in this room, you did all of these for me, didn’t you?”
He pauses before he tucks his chin, avoiding your gaze. “I just… wanted to make you happy,” he confesses bashfully. “Is it… Is it too much? Do you not like it?”
“Yuuta, of course, I love it.” You stroke his arm, washing his worry away. “I just… I’ve never had someone care about me this much before…”
He melts under your touch, and there’s so much he wants to say, but his lips form nothing but a sad smile. He caresses your face with tender hand, his fingertips quivering slightly when they land on your cheek. His heart must be beating like crazy right now, you smile to yourself, leaning further into his touch to soothe him.
“I would do this every day for you if you let me,” he whispers, promise behind each word. “I would make you happy, so happy you’d forget what sadness feels like. What loneliness feels like.”
That stirs something inside your chest. “And what do you want in return for that?” You slide up a hand, testing his limit.
He stops your hand by covering it with his own. For a second, just for a brief second, he emits a different feeling. There’s intensity behind his gaze that burns you as if he wanted you all to himself. And that’s understandable. No man, especially one who’s so desperately in love like him, would want to share his woman with someone else, but he knows the situation they’re in, doesn’t he? It’s just not possible for you to be together, not now, not completely. Maybe that’s why he switches back in a blink, smiling until his eyes crinkle adorably. “Nothing,” he answers. “As long as we can be friends like this, it’s more than enough for me.”
He’s a terrible liar, you think, slightly amused. It’s cute how he tries so hard to conceal his feelings and you still can read him like an open book.
The food tastes as amazing as it looks, even down to the last bite. You don’t talk about the bouquet, afraid that you’ll ruin the mood, but Yuuta is always so attentive when it comes to you. He asks you what happened, and he hugs you the second he sees tears brimming in your eyes. You’re not sad. You’re fucking angry. And thank God Yuuta is there to let you vent your frustrations. You go as far as telling him almost every little shitty thing your husband did to you behind your back, as well as the slutty secretary that’s been sleeping with him for money. It feels relieving to finally say their names out loud, with so much hatred, so much rage, and to have Yuuta respond with, “No matter how pretty she is, she’s nothing compared to you. Your husband doesn’t deserve you. If I were him, I would’ve—” he stops himself, just in time, flustered and mortified under your gaze.
You’re older. You’re older than him by eight, no, nine years even. You know what’s going to happen if you encourage him to say the words he’s been dying to say. You know what it’s going to do to your relationship. But fuck that. If there were one man in this world who knew how to treat you like you deserve…
It’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
So, by the time the two of you move to the couch with some wine in your system, you lean forward, letting your fingers trace the protruding vein on the back of his hand. His eyes widen at the way your dress does very little to hide your cleavage, but he averts his gaze right away, being the gentleman that he is. But tonight, you want him to be the opposite of that. You don’t want him to be sweet; you want him to let his desire win. There’s a monster hiding inside him, something much more terrible than your own. You sometimes caught its glimpse when he thought you weren’t looking his way. The amount of obsession that fogged his eyes, his fixation over you, turning his sapphire blue eyes so dark, so deep, so intense, like he wanted to have you locked up in his room, tied up and used and thoroughly fucked until you found no strength to stand and no will to escape. It should’ve been a scary thought, but it wasn’t. It was… exciting.
“I want to hear it, Yuu…” Seduction lays thickly in your voice as you lay a gentle hand on his cheek, guiding his eyes back to you. You stare up at him from underneath your lashes with this look in your eyes that makes his breath hitch in his throat. “If you were my husband…” You wet your lip, your tongue a sinful dance to his eyes. “What would you do to make me feel…” You purposely drop your gaze to his lips, letting him catch your message. “…loved?”
You watch him gulp, goosebumps breaking on his skin. You watch his eyes fall to see the way you rub your thumb over the bumps on his knuckles. You watch them turn half-lidded as they linger a second too long on your lips. And you watch him break all control he has over himself, and you let him devour you the way you’ve been wanting him to.
He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
And he tastes even sweeter with your cum on his tongue.
It’s happening too fast, yet it feels like it’s not going fast enough. He starts by holding you by the face, slotting his lips against yours, passionate and gentle at the same time. He pulls away for a moment to see your reaction, and when you kiss him back, he lets out this sinful moan that causes your stomach to churn.
He’s so fucking sexy. Even without trying, he is. 
In the next second, he’s eating you out on the couch, spreading your legs, and kneeling on the floor with his head trapped between your thighs, wanting to get as much of you as you can give him. When his tongue circles your clit, and he’s moaning against your heat, it feels so good you almost run away, not used to experiencing this much pleasure. It’s scary how easily he plays with your body. How fast he can tell which part of yours likes to be licked, which ones want to be sucked, and which ones want to be fucked. He moves agonizingly slow, but each touch feels so right that you find no reason to complain. He’s sure to take his time with you, to make you feel loved in the way a wife should be when her husband makes love to her.
He takes hold of your thighs, holding you tight, but you want it even tighter to the point of leaving bruises all over your skin so you can show them to your husband later. His gaze is intense, constantly keeping his eyes on you. Your expression turns him on, making him ache so bad within the constraints of his pants that his eyes turn watery, desperate for release. He’s too ashamed to ask you to touch him, and maybe he doesn’t want to be touched, not yet, he just wants to focus on pleasuring you for now. So he keeps sucking your clit into his mouth, and he slides one hand into his own jeans to grip his cock tightly. He fucks his fist as fast as he fucks your hole with his tongue, groaning, whining, whimpering against your cunt. He’s pathetic. You love it.
You push him down to the carpeted floor after you drench his mouth and chin with your juice, and you push his fingers, coated with his own cum, into your mouth. He curses once at the sight, and it’s so sexy when he does it. After all this time hearing him talk so softly, so innocently, hearing a low, “Fuck, you're making me lose my mind,” tumbling off his lips is such a fucking turn-on. 
You tear yourself away from your dress before you rip open the buttons of his shirt, not caring if the two of you are in the middle of his living room, visible for anyone to see if they dare take a peek through the window. You wish the light in the room were brighter. It would’ve been a lovely show for your husband if he came home to see you riding another man’s cock, using Yuuta to your own satisfaction, and watching him make you cum the way he couldn’t. 
Yuuta, oblivious to your thoughts, is gasping out your name, one arm hiding his beet-red face while his other one is gripping your thigh. “W-wait,” he flinches, his breathing tattered. “You’re going—too fast—”
You know you are, but it’s so good that you can’t stop. His cock rubs your walls so deliciously as if it was made solely for this purpose. You cum so fast, so hard, and he follows almost right away, unable to hold it even longer when he sees you looking like that when you cummed. 
Your body is still trembling when he suddenly lifts you off his cock and guides you to his face. “Ride me again,” he says, begging. “Please, Angel, I want to taste you again.” And you do, sitting on his face and letting him lick, suck, and lap at everything that seeps out of you.
He’s staring at your swollen clit, licking his lips and seemingly dazed as he rubs his thumb softly over it. “I’m sorry I came inside you,” he says, genuinely feeling guilty about it despite you giving him permission to.
You shiver, still feeling so sensitive for receiving so much stimulation at once. “It’s okay. I can’t get pregnant anyway,” you laugh it off. “I haven’t gotten myself checked yet, but we’ve been trying for two years, and nothing has happened yet, so…”
His gaze darkens. “I see,” is the only thing he utters before he scoops you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. You’re surprised; you really thought that was it. Both of you came twice already in, like, fifteen minutes. That’s enough, isn’t it? But he’s still young, and he has a lot of energy that leaves him insatiable. If you let him, he’ll have you for the entire night.
It’s not a bad thing, not at all.
So you kneel in front of him on the bed, bite the corner of your lip to drive him even more insane, and stroke him slowly with your hand. “You still want to fuck me?”
“Yes,” he breathes out, the muscles in his abdomens tautening. “Yes, Ma’am, please…”
Ma’am? You almost laugh. How does he keep getting cuter and cuter?
“Okay.” You reward him with a little kiss on the head of his cock, robbing a soft whimper out of his mouth. Lying down on the bed, you spread your legs, sliding two fingers down your body to do the same to your cunt. “Come here and love me again, Yuu.”
He obliges in a split second. Yuuta has so much love to give, and he lets his mouth, his tongue, and his cock paint a perfect picture on your body.
Everything feels like heaven until he suddenly stops in the middle of thrusting his hips, earning himself an impatient whine. His blue eyes have lost their warm, pretty light. They’re as dark as the night, but lust and greed are the perfect colors for him. He sits on his knees, resting your ankles on his shoulders, breathing heavily. 
“Yuuta?”
He’s not listening, too captivated by the way his tip slides in and out so easily. You’re so fucking wet for him; it’s embarrassing, but Yuuta would take a picture of you like this in a heartbeat, with your wedding ring still wrapped around your finger and his cock sheathed deep inside you, should you allow him to.
He splays his hand over your stomach, giving a little pressure to your womb. You squirm, suddenly feeling like you no longer have control over anything, over him, not like the way you did before. It’s frightening and thrilling at the same time. “Yuuta, what are you—” Your jaw turns slack at the sensation when he thrusts inside, just once, just to see how far it goes within your walls. He’s so hard and thick and throbbing that you could practically feel him poking from inside of your stomach. And perhaps he’s thinking the same thing, his eyes glistening when he feels a bulge forming under his palm. He swallows. He looks… hungry.
“You said you couldn’t get pregnant,” he says, running a tongue across his lower lip, his eyes still fixated on the way you’re taking him so well, all stretched out and tight around him. “You know what I think?” He pulls himself out completely, shivers in his breath. “I think you’re wrong.” He slams his hips forward so abruptly, and with so much force, you have one hand shooting past your head to keep a safe distance away from the headboard. 
“Yuuta—” You gasp out, struggling to match his rhythm. “Wait—”
He only smiles a little, chuckles a little. He’s so far gone. He leans forward until you’re pressed chest to chest, folding you in half before he laces his fingers together with yours. “I think you can get pregnant.” He moves closer to your ear, whispering with his lips caressing your lobe, “And I’m going to show you how.”
He fucks the breaths out of you, swallowing each cry with his mouth, embracing you so tightly you can feel his heart beating against yours. “I’m sorry,” he pants, “It hurts, doesn’t it? I—” He’s interrupted with a low groan, feeling you clenching around him.“—really am sorry—” He smashes his lips against yours, smothering you with his kisses, too. “I know I’m being too rough, but I can't—”  He has one hand gripping the top of his headboard, giving him more support to drive his hips even deeper. “I can’t—stop—” He fucks you again, and again, harder each time until you find yourself unable to make sounds. “You’re so good... You feel so good around me... My angel…” You’re being folded, handled, trapped, and he fucks you until you’re drained, until you’re filled, until he’s spent. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Just a little bit more..." He kisses your forehead and your cheek to soothe you down, cradling your head as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His hips start to move erratically. “Don’t ever leave me… I will love you forever, so—ah, God—” He chokes out a sob when he feels you spasming around him again, reeling in another wave of orgasm that hit you so intensely, you see white.
It takes him a little over an hour until he finally lets you go. For now, at least.
But once he gives you a chance to breathe, he cleans you up so gently, dabbing a warm towel over your skin, peppering kisses as soft as butterfly wings down your back, your thighs, your chest, before ending his journey at your stomach. He rubs the supple flesh of your belly and smiles, completely satisfied after giving you his everything. And it scares you a little bit because… You might really end up getting pregnant this time.
“I have to go before he comes home,” you say, feeling your body ache terribly when you try to raise yourself off the bed. They’re not shown vividly yet, but there will be bruises in the morning in places you’re not sure you can cover. 
Yuuta hugs you from the side when you barely have one foot on the floor, whispering against the bare skin of your hip, “I’m not letting you go.”
It makes you happy. You feel so wanted, so loved, even after all the affection he gave you all night. The truth is, you don’t want to leave. Ever. To walk into your own home after experiencing what heaven feels like… It would be torturous.
“I wish I could stay with you, too.”
“You do?” He looks up with big, round eyes, hope residing in each one of them. “Would you stay with me forever?”
“If I could,” you reply and it’s true. God, if only you could stay forever with him, let him love you this way, forever. That would be perfect, wouldn't it?
“That makes me happy…” He takes both of your hands, kissing you on each wrist before he does the same to your palms. “That makes me so happy…” 
It tickles, so you laugh a little. He makes the same sweet sound, the sound of a boy in love. 
“I really need to go, though…” You whisper, hypnotized when he starts pushing your digit past his lips. It’s warm and wet inside his mouth, waking up the butterflies in your stomach. He keeps his eyes on you, looking so sensual as he sucks around your finger, enveloping it from base to tip. “Yuuta…”
“I understand.” He pulls away, ending it with a kiss. He seems disheartened, his smile doesn't shine as bright anymore and it hurts you. "I guess you left me with no choice."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay." He returns your embrace, just one more time before you have to let him go. “Can you turn around for me, please? I want to give you something,” he softly smiles. “A present. It will be quick, I promise.” 
You do as he says, excited at the thought of it. What will he give you? Knowing him and how he went through so much effort to prepare a dinner for two friends, you just know it would be something incredibly romantic. Yuuta kisses your nape, open-mouthed and lingering. You nibble on your lip to suppress your moan as he trails his lips from between your shoulder blades down to your spine. 
“Yuuta,” you sigh, squeezing your thighs together. You’re aching for him again, and it’s dangerous. Your husband can come anytime soon. “I know what you want, and really, I wish I could stay,” you say from the bottom of your heart, looking over your shoulder to see him, and you’re immediately answered by a kiss. He presses his chest to your spine, one hand cupping half of your neck and your jaw to keep you in place so he can deepen the kiss. His mouth moves with fervor, filling you up with desire, and if it weren’t for the sound of your husband’s car moving into your driveway, you would’ve let him take you there for another hour or two.
“I need to leave. Now.” You break away to gather your clothes quickly. Except you can’t.
You can’t move your hands.
Robbed out of your balance, you fall face-first to the floor. Your breath catches, your heart plummeting to your stomach when you realize you have your hands tied behind your back. You feel something rough grazing against your skin. There’s a rope ensnaring your wrists together, and it’s digging painfully into your flesh every time you struggle to break free. 
Panic rises quickly to your chest. You look up, your body froze with terror at the sight of him smiling at you. 
He’s not your sweet neighbor Yuuta. Not anymore.
This is the monster you caught a glimpse of before, in full form. His handsome features suddenly feel unrecognizable, not when you can no longer witness the warmth in his eyes.
What is happening? You breathe fast, frightened beyond your mind. Why is he doing this?
“I told you I’m not letting you go,” he says, walking slowly toward you. With every step he takes, your urge to escape grows bigger.
The second the dread sinks in, you part your lips to scream for help, but he clasps a hand over your mouth just in time. “Sshh shhh shhh,” he whispers, bringing you back to your feet. “We wouldn’t want your husband to find out, would we?” 
You try to kick and toss your body around, but he’s strong, much stronger than you could ever imagine him to be. From your peripheral vision, you see him taking out a syringe from a drawer behind him, fitted with a hollow needle to inject the clear liquid into your skin. You feel your heart pounding in your throat, your scream muffled as he sinks it into your skin. “There, there. Off you go, honey,” he whispers in your ear, as you begin to lose your will to fight. Your consciousness slowly wanes away with each second passing by. “I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. It’s only scary at the beginning, I promise.” He tosses the syringe away, now empty. “Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Did you like the card I gave you?”
The card? What card?
Oh.
Oh, no.
“I’m sorry for tricking you like that,” he says with a little pout. “Truly, I am. I didn’t want to lie to you, but I had to do something to push you over the edge. I knew you liked me too from the start, but you wouldn’t make the first move. You kept staying faithful even when your husband was cheating on you like that. I admire you for that,” he sighs, utterly smitten by you, but only for a second before his tone drops. “But I was getting impatient, you see. And I knew you were, too. I watched your favorite movies. I read your favorite books. I learned everything about you and did everything you liked, but you still wouldn’t leave your husband for me. So you left me with no choice. I have to make you understand,” he slides his hand up your stomach, passing the valley between your breasts before he chooses to linger there, squeezing, teasing, pleasing. “That no one can touch you like I do. No one can love you like I do.”
You can feel him kissing your neck, licking a stripe up from your collarbone to the spot below your ear. “It was quite tricky copying his handwriting like that. There’s one letter I still can’t do very well even now. But it was enough to trick you, so I think everything’s fine in the end,” he chuckles, the sound filling your chest with horror, though you could barely register it now, not with the drug flowing in your system.
“You asked me what I would do to make you feel loved if I were your husband.” He carries you closer to the window, letting you see, with all the little power you have left, your husband closing the door of his car. Yuuta embraces you from behind, his hands tangled around your waist as he lets you rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m gonna show it to you.” You watch your husband make his way to your porch, oblivious to what’s happening in the dark room across the street. “I’m gonna love you, Angel. I will love you forever. With all my heart. And I’m gonna take my time. I’ll be so thorough with you that once I’m done, you won’t be able to spend a second of your life without me.” 
Your husband closes his front door, and with it goes your last chance of escaping, if there was even one.
You start losing strength in your legs, in your arms, but you’re still able to cry, and so you do just that. It won’t help you, nothing will help you, no one will help you, and no one will know what he’s doing to you, not when everyone thinks so fondly of him. 
“Oh, Sweetheart, don’t cry.” He kisses your tears away, landing an even softer one on your temple. “Don’t be afraid of me, my love. After all, it’s just me.” He meets your eyes in the reflection of his window, smiling with his hand holding the front of your neck.
“Your sweet neighbor Yuuta.”
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EAT YOU LIKE A PREY | luke hughes.
nsfw, @lovecla’s kinktober collection, single chapter:
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— pair: luke hughes x fmc (mila)
— synopsis: after finding out that her friend, the shy, cute luke hughes has a crush on her, mila decides that she will do anything to make him confess his feelings for her out loud. but what do people say about biting more than you can chew?
— word count: 4.3k
— chapter warnings: lowkey mean softdom!luke, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, size kink and degradation if you dig deep, p in v, fingering, squirting (not super detailed tho), edging, pet names, drinking (just a shot but,) dacryphilia.
from me to you: happy halloween, my loves 🤍 i have a few things to say today so buckle up. 1st of all, thank u so much for 400 followers and 10k likes! this means so much to me, and it’s not about the numbers but about people liking what i write— something that not even i do sometimes. 2nd, thank u all for all the compliments on my smut writing heheh i’m really trying to improve my skills so whenever u guys compliment me i’m like ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა so thank u again. 3rd and last, this is just a single chapter but TM(HTMHC) chapter 5 is already in the making 🤍 this is a lot different from what i’m used to write but i hope it’s still good? lmk what u think 🐰
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LUKE HUGHES was the sweetest, most adorable guy you have ever met.
Falling for him wasn’t anything out of this world, you were just another person to fall in love with his wholesome personality, and even though you had certain advantages over the other girls— because you knew him personally— you never really did anything.
When Jack told you that Luke had a crush on you— yesterday, literally—, the first thought that came to your mind was: “How?”
He always acted sweet and shy around you, besides treating you with utmost respect and affection. He takes care of you whenever you need, he knows your favorite drinks and your favorite TV shows, knows that when you’re bored you like to watch Disney Channel’s cringe ass shows just to laugh at the actors’ lines.
So him, having a crush on you, wasn’t at all that much of a surprise.
The fact that he hadn’t done anything about it, though? Yeah. That was a big, unexpected surprise.
Now it was Thursday, and while you got ready in your room, and waited for your best friend, Suzy, to pick you up, you thought of ways of making Luke want to confess to you.
You wouldn’t be the one doing it first, no. You had too much pride for that, and with every reason. You were gorgeous, you didn’t need anyone to tell you that. You could say that you’re too much of a princess and you don’t like to run after boys, but in reality, it was just that all of the men you had relations with were just a bunch of assholes.
They wanted you to be the first to make a move, they wanted you to decide where you would have dinner, or what movie you would watch. And that just doesn’t work for you, at least not anymore. You want them to work for getting you, not the other way around.
But with Luke, things were different. You can’t just know that Luke Hughes has a crush on you and not do anything. So you would have to be smart, and make him want to tell you how he feels, without asking him to.
Is this some way of gaslighting?, you ask yourself, applying some more blush to your face, I don’t know. But it has to be done, I guess.
Suzy didn’t take long to get to your house, and you got inside her car, complementing her Snow White costume. Now, you’re even more glad that you spent hours trying to choose the perfect costume for Mercer’s party. Usually, you’d go for something that showed less skin and was more scary than slutty, but something told you that this year you needed a change; and if that change was shortening your skirt and wearing a corset that squeeze your tits and push them up higher, then so be it.
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“SOMEONE SHOULD’VE told me that Dawson was planning on throwing his Halloween party at a fucking haunted mansion.”
You laugh, getting out of the car and feeling the cold breeze hit your skin, the sight of the tall, dark house in front of you making you shiver.
The party was happening inside a huge mansion that looks like it had been abandoned for years even though you know it’s all just play pretend. The front of it is highly decorated with skeletons, coffins, trash and signs that read:
“YOUR FINAL STOP,” and “WELCOME TO YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE.”
You thought it was all super funny, while Suzy whined beside you, and held your arm like her life depended on it. Entering the house after showing your ID and giving your name to the security guard at the front door, you saw that the interior is just as decorated as the outside, if not more.
“How much do you think Dawson spent on this?” You ask, genuinely curious.
Suzy started rambling about how he probably spent a lot of money and how there were thousands of people inside the mansion and how you were never going to find Jack or Nico or anyone for that matter because everyone were wearing costumes and makeup and—
“It’ll be fine,” you cut her off, shouting over the loud music. “I mean, are there hundreds of people here? Yes. Will we be able to find them? Very unlikely. But it’s fine, right?”
“I guess?” She cocks her head, her curls going everywhere. “Can we grab something to drink, though? You know I need my daily dose of beer…”
“You’re crazy. But yeah, we can.”
Moving through the sea of bodies, you greeted so many people that your head was starting to get tired. You didn’t even know all of them properly, but since Jack, Quinn and Luke knew so many people, and you were always with them, people said “hi” to you anyway.
Finding the drink section had been like finding an oasis in the middle of the desert, and while Suzy grabbed a can of beer, you had a shot of vodka before grabbing a non-alcoholic drink, wanting to be very aware of your actions through the night.
You got back to walking, listening to Suzy’s long complaints about how much time you spent talking with people she didn’t know and how she wanted to dance.
“Fuck, Mila, this is Drake!” She shouts, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the side, where a bunch of people were dancing.
“I was talking to Elliot, you know,” you shout, laughing.
“I don’t care, baby, this fucking song makes me want to go crazy and make out with you!” Suzy throws her arms up, jumping.
“Baby, that’s the alcohol speaking.” You smile, giving up and moving with the beat.
You need to get done, done, done, done at work, come over
We just need to slow the motion
Don't give that away to no one
Long distance, I need you
You danced with Suzy, not letting your mind think of Luke or anything else. Moving your hips was way easier when you didn’t have to worry about anything.
When I see potential I just gotta see it through
If you had a twin, I would still choose you
I don't wanna rush into it, if it's too soon
But I know you need to get done, done, done, done
Suzy’s hands caressed your body, as she goes to the floor, making you smile as she runs her hands through your bare legs, mouthing the lyrics to the song, singing Drake’s verse with a flirty tone. She got up and you turned around, laughing as you grind your ass on her, placing your hands on your knees and moving your hips while she held your waist, playfully.
I spilled all my emotions tonight, I'm sorry
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
How many more shots until you're rollin'?
While you danced, and while Suzy sang to you and hugged you tight, you felt a weird sensation in your chest. You were constantly getting goosebumps, and the left side of your neck burned. But no matter how much you looked around, you couldn’t find anything weird.
You knew so many people there, you could see Nico, Cole, Matt; and yeah, some of the guys were watching you and Suzy dance but that’s just normal, expected behavior from men.
Until you saw him.
There, standing in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall and holding a typical American red cup, wearing a full black outfit and.
Was that a ghostface mask?
You couldn’t be sure of who was behind the mask, but for some reason, you couldn’t take your eyes off him— and it looked like neither could he. While you ground on Suzy and danced with her, you made eye contact with the mask, feeling the hair on your arm going up; the hotness that before only covered the left side of your neck, was now running down your body, making you feel warm all over.
Which is weird, so weird.
Suddenly, the lights are off, and now everyone’s screaming with excitement and exhilaration, making you jump slightly, trying to find Suzy’s body. Once you do, you shout at her— or at least at what you hope is her ear.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine!” She yells back, and you can tell that she’s having a lot of fun for someone who was just complaining about how scary the house looked. “This is so fun!”
“It is, yeah,” you reply, as they turn the lights back on, the music somehow louder and the people even more animated.
“We need to dance more and then,” she gets closer, biting her lips. “I’ll find someone to fuck me.”
“Jesus,” you roll your eyes. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe.”
You laughed before moving your body with the next song again, dancing for what felt like hours, but not as thoughtless as you were before, no. Now all you could think of was the man that stood in the corner of the room and that now wasn’t there anymore, vanished as soon as the lights were on again.
Even if you had already looked around the entire room and you were one hundred percent sure that that man wasn’t there anymore, you could feel his presence around you, making your skin crawl with need.
I’m fucked up. Probably.
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YOU DON��T know where Suzy is.
Sometime between dancing and drinking, she found someone and disappeared like she had never been here in the first place.
You were tired, and you wanted to go back home, but, unfortunately, Suzy was your ride, so you’d have to wait until she’s done to go back to your apartment.
Of course, you could always call a taxi, or even one of the people you knew, or maybe try to call Jack or even Luke—
Luke. You hadn’t thought about him since you arrived at the party, too worried about having fun to even think of doing anything else.
But he’s not here anyway, you find yourself pouting, standing in the middle of the huge, fancy bathroom and staring at yourself in the mirror. At least I don’t think so.
But Jack had told you that he would be there, and Jack could be many things, but a liar wasn’t one of them. So, Luke probably is here, just hiding in a corner, like he usually did, always the shy boy.
Corner. Man. Black outfit. Ghostface.
Right, you take a deep breath. I’ll try to find him. Maybe I’ll manage to kiss him before leaving.
The thought of kissing Luke motivated you to get past the ocean of people, looking for curly hair and thick thighs. It didn’t help that you didn’t know what he was wearing or who he was with, but you were determined.
You walked the entire first floor, feeling your legs burn with how many steps you had already taken, especially after wearing high heels for so many hours. Luke definitely wasn’t there, and you were starting to feel frustrated.
You went up the stairs, regretting almost immediately. Dawson didn’t just decorate the first floor and the outside of the mansion, but the second floor as well. And if you thought the first floor was bad, this was even worse.
It was empty, it looked worse than the fucking Haunted House at Disneyland, and it was creepy as fuck. You started walking down the hallway, looking around while wrapping your arms around your middle, listening to the muffled sounds from downstairs.
Why isn’t anyone up here?
You walk past closed doors, until you stop in front of the only open one. Curious, you get inside the room, finding out that it was some kind of office: a big, dark wooden desk sat in the middle of the room, with an expensive looking chair behind it, and tons of books decorating the bookshelves against the walls.
A couch decorated the corner, and so did a lamp and a coffee table. You were just about to leave and go back to the party when you saw it— there, laying on the couch, the mask from before.
You hold in a gasp, feeling the left side of your neck burning again.
He’s here, he’s here. He’s here and he knows I’m here too.
“Took you long enough, bunny.”
You let out a scream, turning around to face the same man from before, who was now standing right behind you.
“L-Luke,” breathing fast, you mumble his name. “God, you scared me.”
“Sorry. Not my intention.”
He walks inside the room, sitting beside the mask— his mask.
“It… it was you.” You whisper, eyeing his clothes. The exact same outfit the man who watched you dance with Suzy and made you feel hot all over was wearing.
“Me?” He cocks his head, like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.
“You,” you nod. “Downstairs. When I was dancing with Suzy.”
He stays quiet, not saying anything to confirm nor deny.
“Why didn’t you say anything? I’ve been looking for you for a while now.” You ask, confused.
“You looked like you were having so much fun,” there’s some kind of sarcasm in his tone, but you can’t really tell why. “I didn’t want to ruin your fun, that’s all.”
Usually, you’d just play around and tell him something funny. But you remembered what Jack said, and you also remembered that you had a plan. Make Luke Hughes confess his feelings for you.
Smiling and walking further inside the bedroom, you start your plan.
“You know you could never ruin my fun,” you say. “I missed you.”
He smirks, spreading his thighs on the couch.
“Yeah?” You nod. “I missed you too. You look cute with your little bunny outfit.”
You give him a little twirl, placing your hands on your hips. “D’you like it? I also think it looks great.”
He hums, before getting up, standing in front of you, his 6’2” figure making you feel small, even though you were 5’4” yourself.
“Why were you looking for me, Mila?”
His tone is so different from what you’re used to. He doesn’t sound sweet and adorable anymore, and for some reason, it has you intrigued. His eyes, looking darker with so little lighting in the room, staring down at you.
“I just wanted to see you. ‘Been a while, no?” Sweetening your voice to the max, you blink twice. “Perhaps we could, I don’t know, have some fun?”
His smile only widens at that, and just when you thought you were about to get what you want, his next words make you freeze.
“Do you think I’m dumb?”
You frown at his words, gulping.
“W-what do you mean?” You whisper.
“Bunny, bunny,” he clicks his tongue, stepping closer to you. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?”
“I’m not doing anything—”
“I know Jack talked to you,” he whispers. “He isn’t exactly subtle. And I’ve seen you with boys before. You use those pretty, sweet eyes to make them fall for you, do whatever you want, beg for just a little bite. Am I wrong?”
You bite your lips, holding the hem of your skirt, looking for some kind of support. Luke’s breathy voice makes all of your tiredness leave your body.
“I asked you a question, cutie.”
“No,” you whisper. “You’re not wrong, Luke.”
The smile he gives you is brighter than the moon shining in the sky.
“I know I’m not, baby,” he gets closer, placing his large hand on your waist, on top of your corset. “So, if you want to have some fun with me,” he continues, using the same words you used not even five minutes ago. “It will have to be the way I want it to be, right?”
You nod with your head, scared that he would find out your underwear is slowly getting wetter and wetter.
He gives you a forehead kiss before stepping back, walking towards the door, letting you wonder if he was just being silly and was in fact leaving the room. Which he doesn’t, just closes the door and walks back at you, eyeing you like a wolf would look at a bunny.
Luke kissed you as if he was hungry, thirsty for something he could only get if he stuck your lips together. His hands, warm and large, encircled your waist and pushed you until your back hit the large bookshelf that decorated the wall of the office.
“Fuck,” Luke moans against your mouth. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.”
You wanted to tell him that you had too, but you didn’t even have time; Luke kissed you again, making you stand on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, messing up the curls that decorated his head.
His mouth moved against yours, his lips sweet and soft, different from the way he kissed you: bruising and desperate, holding you so close that you feared, for a second, that the two of you would become one.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he warns, his green eyes, now a darker shade, looking into yours and showing all the impure thoughts he was having. “I’m gonna fuck you hard against that table, Mila, and I swear to God I won’t stop. So, if you don’t want that, tell me now and I’ll take you home.”
“No,” you say, desperately and shamefully wet. “I need you.”
“I know you do,” he says, his voice full of malice. His hands roam your body, touching only the top of your breasts, not lingering on them for more than a minute.
Then, Luke’s hands find the middle of your legs, and you close your eyes, embarrassed that he would now know how turned on you were.
You can hear Luke’s ragged breathing as he pulls the wet fabric of your panties up, making you moan as the fabric touches your clit, splitting your two outer labia.
“You’re so wet, bunny,” He murmurs against your skin, playing with the thin and—now—soaked fabric of your panties. “I bet I don’t even have to prep you before slamming my dick into you with how sloppy you probably are.”
You moan loudly, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“Luke—”
Your speech is cut off when he shoves your panties to the side and thrusts two fingers inside you, thrusting them with urgency and need.
“I knew it,” he chuckles. “So. Fucking. Loose.”
You grip his arm, feeling wetter than you had ever felt in your life. Luke had always been sweet and loving, and you loved that face of his. But this? This is so much better.
Two of his fingers were moving in and out quickly, while his thumb was touching your clit quickly, making you see stars. The wet sounds filled the room and made you close your eyes in shame.
The weight of Luke's body on yours was comfortable and overwhelming at the same time, the height difference only making you feel even more like prey that had just been captured.
“Luke, fuck.”
“It’s a shame that a cute bunny like you has such a dirty mouth,” he makes a tsc sound with his tongue, not once stopping moving his fingers. “Did no one teach you manners?”
You shake your head, moaning loudly and forgetting that the door wasn’t locked, and that there was a party going on downstairs, with hundreds of people who at any moment could open the door and see the obscenity happening in front of them.
“I’m gonna come, Luke, please, I will—”
Tears immediately form in your eyes when Luke suddenly removes his fingers from inside you. “What? Why did you stop?” You sob.
“Because I wanted to.” He simply says, kissing your cheek, the sweetness of his act contrasting with the harshness of his words.
He comes closer again, running both hands behind your thighs, picking you up with ease. Then, he walks towards the table in the middle of the room, stopping in front of it and placing you on the floor gently.
He kisses you again, biting your lips right after.
“Turn around, cutie,” he smiles, before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear, making you sigh.
Luke is big. Like, bigger than any of the guys you’ve been with before, probably thicker too.
“What?” He smirks. “Did the little bunny bite off more than she can chew?”
Gulping, you shake your head. “Y-you’re… big.”
“Mhm,” he shamelessly grabs his cock, stroking the head a few times, spreading the precum all over his length, as you watch with awe, his hand size matching his dick. “Think you can take it?”
Even though your brain screamed for you to run and hide, your the unstoppable throbbing between your legs was too hard to ignore.
“Yes, but… even if I can’t,” you tilt your head up, staring at his lustful eyes. “You’ll make me, right?”
“Smart, smart bunny.”
He kisses you again before turning your body around, placing your hands on the table and lifting your skirt. You can feel him removing your panties as he spreads your legs wide with his feet.
He runs his cock over your lips for a few seconds, the wet sounds echoing off the walls of the room, and when he finally enters, it’s like everything you’ve been searching for finally makes sense.
“Holy fuck, Mila,” he groans, resting his torso against your back.
He doesn’t wait for you to adjust before pulling his entire length out of you and putting it back in, thrusting hard and precisely. Your hands grip the wood beneath your fingers tightly, and your eyes meet the back of your head.
You can feel the tears decorating your face, as Luke grips your waist with an incredible force and pushes his cock hard inside you, moaning loudly.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he says, and you bite your lips, holding back a loud moan. “You’re getting my dick so wet.”
“Luke.”
You didn’t care about anything anymore. All you wanted was to cum, and preferably on his fingers.
He seemed to have heard your thoughts, as it didn't take him long to support one of your legs on the table, entering even deeper inside you, hitting places no one had ever hit before. Then, moving his fingers over your engorged clit, he rubbed it mercilessly, your orgasm building faster, since he edged you not even ten minutes ago.
“Luke,” you sob, calling out his name. “I’m gonna come.”
“Are you going to make a mess?”
“I-I don’t know—”
“Then hold it,” he says, as he applies even more pressure on your sensitive nub, slamming his dick deeper onto your g-spot.
“I can’t, I need to—”
“Baby, you’re not the one in charge here,” his voice is soft, gentle and calming— it didn't stop your tears, though. “If you’re not gonna make a mess, then why should I bother letting you come anyway?”
“Please, Luke, please,” you hiccup, feeling some pieces of the wood get under your nails with how hard you were scratching the table.
“Make a mess, Mila. That’s the only way you’re coming tonight.”
You’re dizzy. Your head is empty and you only need to let Luke ruin you, and everything you believe. When you finally reach your peak, you come, wetting his fingers, your thighs and the table, but none of that is enough for the curly haired boy behind you.
He keeps rubbing you, biting your neck, fucking you into pure oblivion, overwhelming you to the max. And when you feel himself pulling away, you shake your head, crying louder and clenching your hole around his dick.
He hisses. “Mila.”
“No,” you cry. “Inside— ah, please.”
“You’ll drive me insane,” he jokes, but there isn't a hint of playfulness in his tone. He keeps slamming inside you, until he finally comes, painting your insides white with his release.
It’s dirty, raw and human. It’s oddly comforting and overwhelming at the same time; it’s maddening.
People have been put in mental institutions for feeling much less than you right now.
“Mila.”
Luke’s voice is far, and as you rest your forehead against the cold wood of the table, you can feel him pulling away from you.
“Bunny?”
You feel his hand on your hair, and you can feel his presence everywhere. Wiping your cheeks, cleaning your thighs with his shirt, putting your underwear back on, pulling your skirt down. You can feel his warm, burning body behind you as he gets you up and rests your back against his toned abs, kissing your neck gently.
“Hey,” he whispers, and you can tell he’s trying so hard not to freak you out. “Mila, baby.”
“‘Gimme a minute,” you whisper, smelling his perfume, a mix of sandalwood and patchouli.
He lets out a quiet laugh, caressing your thigh with the same hands that held you so strongly not even five minutes ago.
“Do you want to sit?”
“I don’t think I can move my legs right now,” You chuckle, and he hums, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up again, walking you to the couch, laying down with you on top of him. “Feels nice.”
“I know,” he hums back. “Listen, I’m so—”
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” you ask, closing your eyes. “I wanted this.”
“I wasn’t going to apologize for fucking you,” he laughs, and you feel his chest moving under you. “I was going to apologize for not telling you sooner.”
“Telling me what?”
“That I like you.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” he kisses your temple. “I don’t know why I didn’t do it sooner. I guess I was just scared.”
Now he sounded like the boy you knew.
“Same. I like you too much to screw things up.” You confess, feeling your cheeks burn.
“Well, that’s good to know.”
You snuggle closer to his body, ignoring the wet clothes and the fact that there was a party happening downstairs, and that Suzy was probably looking for you.
But it was fine. You could deal with her tomorrow.
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IF there is a sequel my feelings for the ending would probably change because i expected more character development for agatha but i don’t see it so i just felt like that was so much missing about agatah and agathario
i heard more about their relationship in interviews than actually saw any relationship on screen and there was practically nothing from agatha there. did she ever love rio?i guess it wasn’t important to answer that and rio was just her crazy psycho ex who wouldn’t stop stalking her for centuries, it was a valid writing choice but it felt very underwhelming
Oh yeah a sequel would totally change / help my feelings as well!
That said, I want to address your points you made — not attacking, I just want to break things down:
We did see their relationship on screen, and Agatha having feelings for Rio
We have seen how Agatha and Rio are together, especially alone together. And the way Agatha behaves around Rio isn't like how she behaves around other people. She loses the theatrics, the more obvious lies. Rio reveals a new side to Agatha and vice versa.
Theirs is a bad romance. Fighting and violence is their foreplay – it's a poor substitute but even in ep 8 you do hear them excited to be fighting each other with magic. If you want a ship that's defined mostly by hugs and kisses and domestic bliss this isn't it.
And also keep in mind that the show has always positioned them as exes. They broke apart for a reason. There is bitterness and anger and pain in their relationship. Neither of them are falling in love with each other. Their relationship is interesting because they know each other so well, including the best ways to hurt each other.
In terms of Agatha's interest: We do see Agatha wanting Rio as Agnes inside the spell – a look into how Agatha would probably feel if she didn't remember why they broke up – and we see her emotional look at the end of episode 1 when Rio leaves.
We see Agatha genuinely embracing and wanting to kiss Rio in episode 4, and how she looks at Rio in episode 5 while on they're flying on brooms as well as how they seamlessly did the hexenbesen with each other.
We didn't get Agatha making heart eyes at Rio with the back few eps but it is hard to get into the romantic yearning mood when you're dealing with the reason you broke up with your ex.
The show has only started delving into Rio as character
I really do NOT think the show wants to position Rio as simply Agatha's "her crazy psycho ex stalker" – I believe the show has set up Rio as a complicated character with depth, in broadly the same way Wandavision set Agatha up to be a compelling character.
Anyone who sees Rio as one-dimensional or just a psycho ex is probably the same sort of person who saw Agatha as nothing but a power-hungry witch – which to be fair she still is, but layers baby.
One key challenge is that Rio is set as the season's major episode 7 antagonist reveal as Death. Just like how Agatha was for WV.
This means that until this finale we couldn't really know much about Rio – not beyond a superficial, limited, or vague level. Because it is Rio's identity and role as Death drives her motivation, her pain, and her tragedy history with Agatha.
Agatha lies and Rio is... not a normal human being
If you took what was happening on screen in episode 8 at absolute face value, without considering the other episodes or history of these characters, I can see why people would think Rio's a psycho stalker ex.
But consider:
Rio looks devastated when Agatha makes her choose between seeing her again or Billy – like this is Agatha knowing what kind of arrangement would pain Rio the most; Agatha testing at what point Rio would bend the rules again.
If you consider how Rio hasn't gone back on her word or told a lie on the show to Agatha, you'd expect that Rio will stick by her promise to leave Agatha alone. That's why it's heartbreaking. Agatha would absolutely back out on a deal but not Rio.
When Agatha says "I want you to stop pursuing me, I want you to stop making my life hell" you have to remember this is Agatha who uses words like weapons, who masks and lies all the time. Making the life of such an asshole hell may also not necessarily be a bad thing.
Rio's only on the Road now because they summoned her. She was honouring what she said about giving Agatha time to get her power back in Episode 1 and just watching.
Agatha is literally a manipulative serial killer who is surrounded by death regularly. "Psycho stalker ex" is a label that really needs to be considered in context here.
The show has underlined how Death isn't evil. It comes for us all. It's what we have in common. Part of a natural order. Rio is an antagonist sure, but only a villain depending on which perspective you take or what the circumstances are.
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Fictober Day 30: When You Know What You Want
Prompt: "I won't let you down"
Mulder and Scully have to babysit baby Matthew Scully. Rating: T, wc: 1,416
Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24
“Mulder, it’s me.” The clock reads 8.57 a.m. when he answers Scully’s phone call – the same time she usually strolls into their basement office.
“Is everything all right?” He’s trying to keep the panic out of his voice. Whatever is going on, Scully doesn’t need him freaking out.
“More or less,” she says with a sigh and he’s half out of his chair already. “I can’t come into the office today.”
“Are you sick?” He squeezes the phone between his ear and shoulder, opening his email, ready to inform Skinner that neither he nor Scully will be available today.
“No, I’m fine – I mean, I’m not sick.” She sighs again. “My sister-in-law Tara called me half an hour ago, frantic because my brother Bill is running late and she has a job interview. My mom is on a trip with her book club and well, I guess that left me.”
“You didn’t mention your brother was in town.”
“I didn’t know,” she says through gritted teeth. “He didn’t want me to know. It was supposed to be some big surprise. That completely backfired. Either way, I’m watching the baby until Tara comes back and it could be hours.”
“Do you want company?” He doesn’t even need to think about it. He’d much rather babysit Bill Jr. baby son than sit around in the office all day, missing Scully.
“You don’t have to do that, Mulder.”
“What if I want to?” She takes her time thinking about it.
“Only if you want to,” she says, but he’s certain he hears relief in her voice. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking on his part.
“I’ll contact Skinner and then I’m on my way.”
“Oh Mulder, if you’re coming over, could you pick up a few things on the way for me? Just in case.”
“Sure thing. I won’t let you down.”
*
Scully’s “just-in-case” list is longer than any grocery list he’s ever written for himself. He finds everything easily enough and catches several looks from women – mothers, mostly – who gawk at him.
“Your wife is so lucky,” one says in passing and Mulder stares after her, speechless, convinced he’s in a parallel universe. He forgets about it quickly, hurrying to get to Scully and baby Matthew. He met the boy as an infant; his face had been wrinkly and his eyes closed.
Since then, he hasn’t even seen a picture of the boy. He wonders why. Scully has mentioned him here and there, just like she’s mentioned other members of her family. But he doesn’t know what to expect when he knocks at the door, hoping the baby isn’t asleep.
Scully opens the door with the boy on her hip, smiling at Mulder.
“Hi,” he says, overwhelmed all of a sudden. Scully with a baby in her arms is a sight he doesn’t get to see often. He’s surprised how many emotions it unleashes in him.
“This is my friend, Mulder,” Scully explains to Matthew in a soft voice that makes Mulder stare at her in awe. “Do you want to say hi?”
“No.” It’s more spit than letters and the expression reminds Mulder of the baby’s father. He hopes the dislike isn’t genetic.
“That’s his favorite word,” Scully says, running a hand over Matthew’s soft, reddish hair. The Scully genes must be strong.
As he steps inside, he can’t help but wonder what their child would look like; his and Scully’s. Would their child have red hair, too? Would it have Scully’s nose? God, he hopes so.
“Here’s the- here’s everything you asked for.” He hands her the bag, forgetting that she has the child in her arms. The transfer is awkward but they manage.
“Can you hold him for a second? He doesn’t bite.” Scully hands him the baby and for a moment, the two just stare at each other.
“Hello, Matthew. You probably don’t remember me,” Mulder says as Matthew reaches for his nose. They always go for the nose. “I met you when you were born.”
“Guh!” he exclaims, seemingly agreeing with Mulder.
“I work with your aunt, you know. She’s great, isn’t she? She is. You smell like cookies, Matt. I bet she let you have cookies, huh? Remember how cool she is. You can always come to her when your parents – well, when you need a place to stay.” Matthew listens to him carefully, a finger in his otherwise open mouth. He’s quiet and not fussy, surprising Mulder. He’s heard horror stories of toddlers having crying fits when in a stranger’s arms. Not this little Scully.
“I think you might be my new favorite Scully,” Mulder confesses to him, tickling his stomach and making him gurgle with laughter.
“I’m no longer your favorite?” Scully just stands there in the doorway, her arms crossed, a big smile on her face.
“Matt, I think I’m in trouble.” The boy just laughs again. “You’re still my favorite Scully, Scully,” he assures her. “But this one’s quite cute, too.”
“He is,” she agrees and he thinks he sees a flicker of pain cross her face. “You can hand him back now. Unless you want to feed him.”
“Sorry, pal,” Mulder says, handing the toddler back to Scully, “I’m not qualified for that.”
*
“Toddlers are messy,” Mulder remarks a couple of hours later after Tara has come to pick up Matthew. She apologized to Scully – and Mulder – for springing the boy on them, but both assured her that they didn’t mind.
“They are,” Scully agrees, picking up random toys. She didn’t ask him to stay and help her clean up, but he thought it was the least he could do. Especially after his interactive storytelling in which several plush toys were flying around Scully’s living room.
“But they’re also cute.”
“They are that, too.” Her voice is soft; too much so. He thinks about the moment earlier when he thought he saw something in her expression. There’s something in the air and he isn’t sure if he should grasp for it.
“He has that Scully hair.” Scully chuckles, without looking over at Mulder.
“Bill always hated it when he was younger. I hope it will be easier for Matthew.” She’s holding one of the stuffed animals in her hand; a small giraffe. Mulder just watches her, waits.
“Mulder?”
“Yes?” She’s still not even looking at him, making his heart beat faster, knowing she’s going to say something important.
“Have you ever… I know we once talked about- but have you ever seriously considered having children?” He wishes she were looking at him. He wants to see her face when he says this. But he knows this moment is fragile as it is and he’ll take what he can get.
“For the longest time, I didn’t. It just never crossed my mind and my life – the job… it just wasn’t anything I thought about. Then I met Emily and I saw you with her and…”
“Emily?” Scully turns around and her eyes are full of tears. He nods slowly.
“That’s when I started thinking about it.”
“You could meet someone tomorrow and-”
“I have met her already, Scully. I think you know that.” His admission is not a surprise. Scully glares at him for a second before she looks away, nodding to herself.
“That’s… that makes this easier, actually,” she says, laughing uncomfortably.
“Makes what easier?” Suddenly his heart is pounding, his throat dry.
“I got a second opinion on my ova and um, they say there’s a chance. A chance for me to have a baby.”
“Scully, that is wonderful news.”
“I’ve been thinking about it – debating it, actually. Whether it was something I even wanted to explore. Today showed me that I… that I want to at least try. I have to try.” A few tears fall from her eyes and Mulder nods, overwhelmed by emotions, too. A Scully baby. Red hair, blue eyes, and a sweet smile.
Her child.
“When I thought about it, even before I made a decision, the only person I considered asking…,” she trails off. He has a hunch, but right now is not the time to jump ahead. So he waits. He looks at her, proving that he can be patient. He will be there for her, no matter how long it takes.
“I want you to be the other part of the equation.”
And there it is. His heart takes flight and he doesn’t even need to think about it. He grins at her, hoping she understands.
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You can study me
Sero hanta smau
volley-ball player sero x art student fem!reader, no quirks au, college au.
a/n it's been a while since I've written something like this...I'm nervous
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Senior year is finally here! You thought that this time, the teachers would be more lenient with you and your classmates, but not at all. In fact, they even got stricter... They assigned you a half year-long work, which would be worth 30% of your final grade. What does the work consist of, you ask? Making a complete study of the life of a student you need to pick and paint it.
But... you can't pick a friend.
Profiles • Part .2
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You sat outside, pen in one hand, the other on your lap. Scribbling on the piece of paper quick doodles of a random animal. A rooster...a chicken…why was this one that popped in your mind, you don’t know.
A sight escapes your mouth as you look up at the sky. “This is going to be a nightmare” you mutter.
You would’ve been more ok with all of this if you could’ve chosen someone close to you instead. So much easier, simpler. But in the art course? nothing was easy.
You sometimes thought of quitting, completely. But the love you had for art kept you here and perhaps your supportive friends too. Seriously they meant everything to you, they’ve been here through thick and thin. They could be…themselves but you’d do anything for them, the other way around as well.
Taking your phone from your pocket, you check the time — 12:40 pm. “I should already be on my way to the cafeteria.” You get up slowly, grab your bag from the ground and shove the paper and pen inside.
As you enter the building, you greet with a wave of your hand some classmates you had met in your morning class. When you enter the cafeteria, you grab the tray from the pile and pick up a sandwich, a fruit salad and you pay for a soda can at the vending machine.
You weren’t particularly hungry today.
Scanning the room you make eye contact with your friends a bit further away. You march over to them and install yourself next to Himiko, Izuku in front.
”I’ve missed you guys so bad.” you say hugging Himiko’s arm. She hugs you back with a big smile. “Us as well!” she chuckles. “It’s only the first day of the week and I’m already tired.” adds Izuku with a slight smile before taking a bite from his sandwich.
You begin eating as well. “Can you guys believe it's the last year we’ll be together..” you say to them. “Oh don’t start already or I’m going to cry.” says Himiko, turning her head.
“ I know we’ll definitely be busy after but ain’t no way we’re getting separated, you better believe me, you ain’t getting rid of us” she taps her finger on your cheek in a teasing way.
”Oh that I already know” you chuckle.
Izuku suddenly perks up and says “By the way y/n I talked to some of my classmates and I’m sorry most of them don’t feel comfortable with that…” “Oh right mine as well…they say they don't want to meet new people or whatever” himiko adds.
”Oh well I did expect that honestly” you cross your arms and straighten yourself. “Guess the whole art course is going to struggle with finding someone” you sigh and begin to wonder how else are you going to find a student willing to participate in that. Ochaco may try with her classmates but you already have an idea of how it’s going to end.
You’d like someone with personality as well and there’s plenty of people like that here but—
You were cut off by a cheerful voice.
”Izuku you’re here!” A girl with pretty pink hair stopped in front of the table with her tray in hand. You all turned your head at her.
”Oh I didn’t know you were with friends my bad you guys!” she smiles.
”No it’s alright, you wanted something?” he responds.
”The boys are over there and I wanted to know if you wanted to come sit with us! Your friends can come as well if they’d like” She smiles at the both of us.
“Yeah for sure! Does it bother you guys?” He says looking at us.
”Not at all” Himiko and you respond at the same time. You look at each other before chuckling slightly.
”Perfect, follow me!” the girl begins walking ahead. “The name’s Mina by the way!”
”I’m y/n!” you respond back.
”And I’m Himiko”
You all reach a long table with four people already sitting and talking.
Four boys to be exact, one had blond hair and was just staring at the other three with a raised eyebrow, another had red hair and was laughing at something another blond said next to him and the last one with longer black hair was holding his sandwich with a smirk on his face.
”I am here and brought companyyy” Mina chants at the boys.
They perk up at the sound of her voice and all turn their heads towards us. You and Himiko smile not knowing what to do next.
”Hey, these are my friends, Himiko Toga and Y/n L/n !” Izuku introduces us.
He turns to us and points at the boys one by one.
”This is Kacchan- I mean Katsuki Bakugo. You already know him.” he laughs pointing at the blond with red eyes.
Bakugo nods his head with an almost visible smile.
”This is Denki Kaminari” The other blond points finger guns at us.
”This is Eijiro Kirishima” the red haired boy waves at us with a smile.
“And last but not least Sero Hanta” the black haired boy throws a peace sign at us and winks.
They all greet us happily and urge us to sit with them. You began talking for what seemed like hours, they told you they were part of the school volleyball team.
”Oh that’s so cool, how long have y'all been playing for?” you ask.
”We pretty much have been since we were kids. We practically all met through that.” Kirishima responds cheerfully. “Yeah we’re all like a biggg family” Kaminari leans on his shoulder.
Bakugo turns his head at us before speaking “So y/n, art huh? How is it being an artist?”
I laugh “I’m not an artist, artist yet but—“ you were cut off by Izuku.
”Oh stop that you draw, you paint even if it's not professionally yet you’re still an artist.”
”Yeah, it doesn’t matter even if it was just a hobby, you still are an artist.” Hanta joins him before continuing. “And how is it going so far?”
”To be honest? Right now, horrible.” you chuckle.
They all seem taken back as their eyes slightly widen.
“It’s mostly because of an assignment our teacher already gave us.”
”Oh that's rough— On the first day?” Kirishima says.
”Yeah, I have like half of the school year to complete it? And it's worth 30% of my final grade too.” You lean your head on your hand. “I need to pick a student I don't know, to study their life? Like get to know them so I can make a painting of it—“
”You can study me?” Hanta suddenly says, catching you off guard. “We just met so that’ll be perfect and I get to spend time with a cute girl like you so it’s a win-win situation.” He smiles and leans back on his chair.
You stare at him. That’s...a good idea actually you think to yourself and it’s not a total stranger if it’s one of Izuku’s friends…right?
”Well Hanta you’ve got yourself a deal” I smile back at him.
”Call me Sero.”
a/n i hope you guys like this aaah i'm so nervous and excited to post this...🤧 see u guys in the next part! 💋
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coffeeghoulie · 1 day ago
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Writing prompt, if you're ever feeling up for it:
I desperately need part 2 to that Aether/Dew/Aurora quintessence ficlet. The size difference between everyone has me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure /pos -🌌
Ghostober Day #17: Size Kink
Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together <3
Pairing: Aether/Dew/Aurora
Aurora bites off a little more than she can chew, but Aether and Dew work her through it. A direct continuation to this fic.
Explicit, 2k. Contains quintessence use/quintosis, size kink, belly bulge, and praise kink.
Divider by @wrathofrats <3
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"Oh, sweetheart," Dew coos, running his blunted claws through Aurora's sweat soaked hair. He glances past her to where the light pools out of the bathroom, waiting for Aether to finish washing up. "You're in for it."
He watches Aurora's eyes go wide, pupils sluggishly dilating big and black as the quintessence makes it harder for her to process. She's floating, and if Dew focuses, he can almost feel the static where he pets her hair.
Dew's laid on his side next to her, pressing soft kisses to the side of her face as her chest heaves, coming down from her first orgasm. How many Aether will wring from her little body is anyone's guess.
He pulls her a little closer, tucking her into the curve of his body and letting his thumb smooth over the ridge of her hipbone. "You thought I felt big, pretty girl?"
Aurora turns her head, the tip of her nose brushing against Dew's. "Mhmm," she hums, drunk on endorphins and Aether's quintessence. Dew smiles, eyes crinkling genuinely. He tucks a strand of bubblegum pink hair behind the feather tuft on the point of her ear.
"Oh, pretty girl, he's gonna wreck you."
Aurora lets out a concerned noise the same moment the bathroom light flicks off.
"Now, darling, what exactly am I going to do?" Aether says, finishing up drying his hands and tossing the towel back on the rack.
Dew props himself up on an elbow, meeting his mate's eye with a mischievous look on his face. "Rory thought I felt big inside her. You're going to wreck her."
Aurora mewls, tucking her face into the crook of Dew's shoulder. But Aether shakes his head, looming over the two of them where they're sprawled out in his and Dew's hearth. "Not going to wreck my mote, sweet girl."
She peers up at him curiously, and Dew gets a good look at the violet quintessence swirling through her dark green eyes. He keeps petting her hip as Aether looms, reaching down and cupping her face in one big palm.
Aurora lolls into it, chirping happily as his thumb smooths over her cheek. "Aeth," she whines, sweet and melodic. "Need you."
Dew chuckles, nosing at her hair and taking a deep breath of sweet strawberries and lavender. "Oh, I wasn't enough for you, Rory? You need my mate to fuck you too?" he teases, spindly fingers finding the soft swell of her breast and toying with the barbell running through her nipple. She lets out a soft noise, body jolting as he plays with the pink gem on the end.
Aether clicks his tongue, softly chiding him. "Don't tease her, darling," he hums, voice a low rumble that rushes through both of them.
Dew turns from mouthing at her gills to stare up at Aether as he looms over the two of them. "Aw, come on, Aeth. You love playing with mine."
He chuckles again before turning back to Aurora. Aether smooths the pad of his thumb over her cheek again, staring into her eyes, irises swirling with magick. "Oh, you're drunk on it, aren't you, mote?"
Aurora's breath hitches, and Dew knows the staticky feeling running through her nerves. He runs the tip of his nose along the shell of her ear. "Color, sweetheart?"
She tears her gaze away from Aether's intense gaze, turning until her nose brushes against his. "So green, Dewey," she says, breath hitching.
"If the magick's too much, he'll ease up on it, all you gotta do is say the word," Dew promises, his hand drifting until it rests on her sternum. "Snap if that's too hard."
Aurora hums, nodding slightly, and Dew watches the violet sworls of quintessence dance around her deep grey-green irises. Her fingers worry at her claws, and Aether steals her attention once more, taking one of her tiny hands in his and pinning it gently to the mattress. Dew groans softly in her ear at how his dwarf hers.
Aether's other hand smooths down Aurora's stomach until he's petting through her curls, damp with her slick and Dew's cum. She lets out a soft little gasp, back arching. Dew kisses at her temple, holding her to the bed gently.
"I got you all ready, pretty girl," he whispers as Aether hitches one of her legs up around his waist. "Aeth's gonna take care of you. You're gonna smell like us for a while, Rory. We've got our claim on you now, fucking you in our bed."
"O-oh," Aurora gasps, stiffening in Dew's arms as he props himself up on one elbow, tucking his arm under her head so she can glance down to where Aether's looming between her legs. The entire room smells of carbon and lavender and caramelized sugar.
Dew watches Aether notch himself at her entrance, her folds puffy and wet with slick and Dew's own cum. He feels more than hears her breath hitch, and Dew cups one of her pert little breasts with spindly fingers. "We've got you, sweet girl. Just feel. He's so much bigger than you," he coos in her ear, ducking down to lick a wet stripe over her gills.
She keens, the sound cut off as Aether pushes inside of her. All three ghouls groan, Dew pressing a kiss to her temple. "Oh, that's it, pretty girl. He's so big, isn't he?"
Aether grunts as her pussy squeezes him, glowing purple eyes darting up from where their bodies had joined. "Good girl, mote, you're doing so good," he groans, digging his fangs into his bottom lip as he holds back. Dew recognizes the tension in his spine, knows he's holding back from just slamming into her warmth.
Dew runs his thumb along the underside of her breast, cooing softly in her ear. "Need you to relax, sweetheart, I know he's big. Just breathe for me, ladybug."
Aurora nods, eyes darting a little slowly from Dew at her side to Aether above her and back. Her narrow chest heaves a little shakily, and both of them whisper soft things, petting at her skin in an effort to get her to relax. She squeezes Aether's hand, lacing their fingers together. "Think 'm ready."
Aether smiles boyishly, leaning down to give her a sweet kiss. "Hold on then, mote," he says, starting to move almost glacier slow inside of her. With his quintessence amplifying absolutely everything, she gasps at even the slightest friction.
Her moans are sweet when Dew tastes them on her lips, Aether's quintessence crackling like static between them on a dry winter day. "Just feel, Aurora," Dew coaxes, hand still warm on her breast. Every so often he flicks at her jewelry just to feel her gasp on his lips.
She listens to Dew. Feeling is about all she can do, stretched thin between the quintessence and the thick cock stretching her open, feeling each barbell that lines the underside press unyielding against her walls. Her entire body trembles with feeling.
Aether's pace doesn't falter, slow, even thrusts into her, with the patience and steadiness of a rhythm section musician that might only be rivaled by Mountain. Dew's always been a little jealous of how much control he has.
But that's not important now. With his hand on her breast, Dew can feel her pulse fluttering like a bird against her ribcage, the hot puffs of breath from her gills and her lips. He kisses her temple, tastes the salt of her sweat. "It feels so good, doesn't it?" he whispers into the shell of her ear. "He fills you up so good, doesn't he?"
Aurora gasps, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks at his words. Aether hits something sensitive inside of her and it's only amplified by the quintessence coursing through her body. "So fucking good, oh Lucifer," she almost hisses, one hand held to the mattress in Aether's, and the other clinging to Aether's broad shoulders. Later, Dew will lick along the raised red lines she leaves there.
"Yeah?" Dew laughs warmly, squeezing her perky little tit in his hand. "Unholy Master, he fills me up just right," he whispers in her ear, trailing the tip of his crooked nose along the shell. "And you're so much littler, ladybug. Oh, he must feel massive."
She whines sharply, fat, overwhelmed tears rolling down her cheeks, and she must squeeze around Aether because his careful rhythm falters, head dropping down to kiss her. It's more consumption than it is a kiss, and Dew knows his mate well enough to know that all of this is getting to him too.
Aurora's back arches up off of the bed, her sharp fingernails digging into Aether's shoulder, and Dew doesn't have to be quintessence to know she's close. He lets go of her breast, Aurora too distracted with trying to kiss Aether back to protest, Dew lets his hand skate down her sternum, on route to play with the little barbell threaded through the hood of her clit.
But on his way down, he stops suddenly, tensing up against Aurora's side, his soft cock twitching hard against his hip. "Oh, Lucifer, Aether," Dew groans. Next to him, they both break the kiss, panting and lips slick with spit.
"What?" Aether asks, his chest heaving as he catches his breath, Aurora faring no better.
"Gimme, Aeth, give me your hand," Dew says, head spinning so hard he thinks he might black out. Aether raises an eyebrow but complies with his mate. Dew drags his hand down the same path he had taken, and he knows when Aether feels it because his hips jolt forward and he moans long and low in his chest. Aurora lets out a soft cry as he thrusts hard into her, blinking up with confused surprise.
"Fuck, mote," he groans, dropping his head to rest his forehead against hers. "You're so little I can feel my cock inside you."
He presses down on her belly, just above her hips, and Dew watches her eyes roll back into her head. Aurora's orgasm must trigger Aether's, because the little bulge under their palms kicks and his hips stutter, groaning loud in between them.
It takes a while for Aether to come down, Aurora still lost in pleasure and Aether's quintessence, fluttering around him. Dew pets through her hair, his hand leaving her belly to turn her face gently to him. "You took it so well, pretty girl," he whispers, watching the quintessence swirl in her eyes as Aether recovers. "Like a champ."
Her lips quirk up in a tiny smile, and he kisses the tip of her nose before he turns to watch his mate for a moment. Dew's eyes track a bead of sweat rolling down the side of Aether's forehead before dripping off of his cheek.
Aether's grip on Aurora's wrist loosens, shifting until their fingers are intertwined. Her hand is swallowed by his. "So good for us, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice low, the tone of comfort that he uses on Dew's bad nights. "Such a good girl, that's it, float for a little while."
Just for a split moment, Aether turns away from her to kiss Dew, soft and chaste on the lips. He tucks a strand of sweaty copper hair behind Dew's ear. He smiles, leans up to nuzzle at Aether's cheek. There's a little scruff there.
"Starshine, she's not gonna come down until you let her go," Dew says, laughing lightly. He can feel her muscles quivering under her skin. Aether nods, presses gentle fingers to her temple, and unravels his quintessence.
Clarity slowly comes back to Aurora's eyes, the purple fading out and leaving just a deep grey green. She sucks in a breath like she's just surfaced the water. "Fuck," she gasps. She sounds exhausted and fucked out, but she's grinning.
"Hey, princess," Aether says, petting her cheek. "How're you feeling?"
"Lucifer fucking Below," she laughs, bright and clear like windchimes. "We are so doing that again."
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Nina, pt. 5
"I think Paul's finally gonna fuck me, thanks to you," Cassie said at the beach a few days later.
"Oh yeah?" Nina said.
"I think you made it sort of... nihilistic enough for him."
"Huh," Nina said. "I wasn't even trying."
"Did you know my dad jerks off while he listens to your parents fuck?" Cassie said.
"How do you know he does that?"
Cassie laughed. "I don't. Just guessing."
Nina was envious of the way Cassie talked about her father. She was so comfortable talking this way out loud. When Nina so much as thought this kind of thing, her face felt so hot she couldn't breathe.
Once again there were no teens around the camp, and so that night Nina watched Cassie suck Paul's cock in the moonlight, laying there and touching herself while he looked at her. She wondered what he was thinking as he watched her. Was he watching her or just staring through her and concentrating on the feeling of Cassie's mouth? Nina briefly imagined Paul's cock connected to her father's body and immediately started to cum. Her breath caught sharply in her throat and Paul groaned and unloaded in Cassie's mouth. Cassie giggled dribbling cum down her chin.
"You make such a mess out of me," Cassie laughed. She walked over to Nina, slipping her panties off. She gathered the cum from her chin with two fingers and stuck them in Nina's mouth.
"Hey," Paul said.
"Mmmm," Nina said, playing along. "Paul your cum tastes so good." She didn't really taste anything. Her head was still buzzing from her orgasm.
"You two are gross," Paul said, as Cassie mounted Nina's face. "But also very pretty."
Cassie rode Nina's tongue for a few minutes and then slid down her body. Nina found Cassie's cunt with her fingers and touched as she pushed herself against Nina's thigh, and then between her legs, which felt sort of nice. Cassie adjusted further so her clit was making occasional contact with Nina's. It was a tough position to hold on the small camp bed, but they did it until Cassie had an orgasm.
"That was a fuck, right?" Nina asked as Cassie collapsed against her. "We just fucked?"
"Yeah," Cassie said. "We just fucked."
Paul was groaning, jacking off on the bed next to them. Cassie giggled, went over, and lowered herself onto his cock. Nina gasped.
"My cunt is still wet with your sister's spit," she told Paul and he immediately released his load inside her. "Feel that," she told him urgently. "Fucking feel that. You're cumming in me."
In the morning, Cassie felt supercharged. She took Nina down to the beach, which was empty and cold, until Evan padded in through the brush. "Come skinny dipping with us, Dad," Cassie said, getting naked.
"Oh are we doing that?" he asked, looking at Nina. Nina involuntarily dropped her shorts and smiled shyly.
Evan looked at Cassie. "God, you look so much like your mother when you're naked."
He pulled off his shirt and shorts. He was somewhat erect and didn't seem to be worried about it. Nina gawked.
Cassie stayed close to Evan in the water. "Isn't this so good and so natural?" Cassie said. "I'm glad our family appreciates nature. I bet our grandparents fucked in this water a lot."
Evan laughed.
"This river is half Nanna's pussy juice," she added. Evan groaned, and since Cassie had turned to face Nina as she said this, he slapped his daughter's ass. Nina watched the pleasure of it register on Cassie's face.
Paul was still in the cabin when they got back, and he pulled Cassie onto the bed. Nina didn't register at first that they were fucking. She heard more groaning than usual, from both at once, and looked. Paul hadn't even taken Cassie's shorts off -- just stuck his cock up the leg of it. Nina looked at the thick base of his shaft and felt hungry for it in a way that shocked her.
Cassie was pounding Paul's cock, and after a moment he pulled it out of her, spurting cum. Nina watched it release rope after rope on the bed and on Cassie's clothed ass. She hopped off of him, giggling, and Paul looked at Nina, looking at his cock. He smiled at her. Somewhere between shy and confident. If he wasn't getting soft, Nina might have climbed on. She couldn't shake the thought all day.
The next day, a twentysomething couple set up camp. Paul was intrigued by the girl, who spent the day washing clothes in a plastic bin and hanging them on ropes to dry and padding around their campsite in a t-shirt and white panties. They seemed homeless, but in a romantic way. That night, the guy in the couple came by to sell them weed, and then told Paul his girlfriend would suck his cock for 50 bucks. Cassie offered to pay.
The girl had big eyes and a shy smile. She was still in the t-shirt and panties, and she took the shirt off as she knelt in front of Paul. Nina was close enough to watch closely, sitting next to Paul on the bed. The girl had tiny tits and a stubbly bush that stuck out around the edges of her panties. She told Paul he had a huge cock and even showed it to her boyfriend. "Look at this fucking cock!" she said. The boyfriend smiled in appreciation.
"How old are you?" Nina asked him.
"We're both nineteen," he told her. "We've been on our own for three years."
"That's amazing," Nina said.
"You can come with us," he winked.
"I can't just suck this," the girl said. She was standing up and taking her panties off. "No extra charge," she told Paul. Her boyfriend handed her a condom, which she effortlessly slipped over Paul's shaft.
Nina involuntarily slipped her hands into her shorts watching the girl bounce on Paul's cock. She was very wet, and was leaving little rings of shiny moisture on the condom. Maybe she was just so tight around him she was squeezing the coating off of the condom itself.
"Fuck," the girl said. "You're so big."
Paul put his hand on Nina's thigh. She didn't flinch at his touch. It was just a playful touch -- encouraging, fraternal. But Nina was touching herself inches from his fingers. The girl, either unaware of their relation or because of it, pushed Paul's hand closer between Nina's legs. He put his hand on top of hers as she touched herself. Unconciously, Nina slipped her shorts off and was bottomless on the Paul's bed. She she touched herself with his hand on hers, she was aware of the tips of his fingers making contact with her hot wet skin.
"Don't cum in the condom," the girl told him. "Cum on my face."
Paul gently pulled her off of his lap, his hand leaving Nina's hand, and pulled off the condom. Nina finished herself as she watched Paul coat her girl's face with ropes of cum.
After, the girl sat back on the floor, naked, dripping, smiling. She picked up her panties and used them to wipe off her face, and then handed them to Nina. "For you," she said.
The girl walked back to her own campsite bottomless.
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lou-struck · 2 days ago
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The Couple in the Car
Atsumu Miya x reader
Flufftober Day 14- The Couple in the Car
W.C. 1.7k
~ Atsumu thought he would impress you by taking you to the drive-in for a scary movie date… But apparently, the universe had some other plans. 
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The sun is setting, and you are thankful that you are warm inside Atsumu's car. Staring out the window, you squint into the light of the setting sun that just a month ago would still be in the sky.
"What's playing tonight?" you ask as your boyfriend pulls down the little gravel road to the drive-in, his warm car filled to the brim with fuzzy blankets and all your favorite movie snacks. 
"The Hammer, I think," he says, trying to play it cool, but you read your boyfriend like a book. That slight curve in his lips tells you that he is really excited to watch this notoriously scary slasher film with you. 
You pull up and see the headlights of at least a hundred cars parked in the stalls. "Wow, it's busy tonight."
"No kiddin," he comments dejectedly. And you know he feels guilty for picking you up so late this evening. Your heads are on swivels as you drive through the packed lot until an attendant drowning in a large hooded sweatshirt comes up to you holding a flashlight. A thick scarf covers his chin, protecting his face a bit too well from the evening air as he waves you over to a spot at the very back of the theater. 
"Hey man, are there any closer?" Atsumu asks disappointedly. 
"Not tonight; this is the only place I could fit you guys in." He says, not meeting your gaze as he turns and quickly walks off. 
"I'm sorry baby, this is my fault." He frowns, his background playing sports having taught him the importance of being better than on time for everything. "I would've picked ya up earlier, but Samu borrowed my keys and had to work late."
"It's really not that bad, Tsumu," you say, looking at the screen. "We can still see the movie really well from back here." you grab his hand resting on the center console and give it a comforting squeeze. "Plus, we have so much privacy back here. It's almost like we have the place to ourselves."
With that little tidbit, he brightens up and grins, "Yeah, we do," he winks, sliding an arm around your shoulder. "Now I heard this thing is pretty scary, so feel free to hang on to me nice and tight if ya get scared. 
"I'll keep that in mind," you laugh, pressing a teasing kiss to your boyfriend's lips. Just as the movie begins to play.
~
Maybe this movie is a bit too much for the oldest Miya twin. Ever since 'The Hammer' took his first victims, a young couple who chose the wrong night to go up to the small town's lookout point, your boyfriend has had a tight grip on your hand. 
Although he's not in the movie, he flinches at every corner, his mind anxiously awaiting the next jump scare. You are torn between watching the movie or the little show he's putting on for you. 
The Main girl's friend creeps through the winding basement with her flashlight, looking for clues and her impending doom. When suddenly, a rat scurries across her foot.
While the rest of the drive-in hears her scream, you can only hear Atsumu's
"Are you alright, Tsumu?" you ask as he places his hand on his chest and slows his erratic breathing. 
"Y-yeah, i-i'm fine." he lies, slightly, releasing the death grip he has on your hand. "Just spooked a bit, I guess." he looks so ashamed, even more so when he realizes that in his panic, he knocked over his drink, and it is currently spilling onto one of the blankets he packed. 
. "Oh no, that's getting everywhere," you say, opening the glove box hoping to find some napkins but find only an old pack of gum and his car's owner's manual.
"Stay right there, I'll go get some paper towels from the concession stand and wipe this up," you offer, getting up from your seat, but he is quick to stop you.
"What are you doing?" he says with wide eyes, "Stay in the car, haven't ya been watching?"
You are touched by his concern but know that if you don't get this cleaned up, the mess is gonna get worse. "It's fine, but if you're worried. How about you go with me for protection?
He swallows nervously but nods, walking you to the snack counter.  The line snakes around the corner and you feel thankful that your boyfriend planned ahead and brought you all of your favorite snacks. 
"Here they are," you say, taking a handful of paper towels from the condiments counter. Atsumu regards the stand with interest. 
"Do ya need anythin?" he asks. 
"Only you," you grin, grabbing onto his strong arm. 
"Yer cute." he chuckles, feeling much better than before as you start to walk back to your lonely car. You are almost there when he stops in his tracks. 
"What's wrong?" you ask, worried that he has forgotten something, but he only points to the ground. A single long Iron nail has been struck precariously into the dirt, just like what the killer does in the movie and you are hit with a wave of uneasiness. 
That wasn't there before…
"That's weird" you say, putting on a brave face, casually stepping over it. "Is this someone's idea of a joke? Someone could trip over that."
"Spooky," He mutters, his hand resting on your lower back protectively as you resume your walk. 
~
"Are you feeling better?" you ask Atsumu during a dull part of the movie. 
"Yeah, much better," he says, running a hand through his blond hair. "Sorry for freakin out earlier, that wasn't very cool of me."
"You know, I don't love you for just your coolness." you tease watching as his face turns from touched to teasing. 
"Aweeee, you loveeee meeee, don't ya?" he winks, leaning in for a kiss. But just before his chocolate colored eyes shut, he stops, looking beyond your shoulder out the car window.
"Did ya see that? I swear I'm not crazy." his hand trembles as he points to the woods; when you turn around, you are horrified to actually catch a glimpse of something moving through the trees. 
"Maybe it's a deer?" you say, not really believing yourself. 
Deer don't walk on two legs. 
"It's the Hammer Man,"… he whispers. The ridiculousness of it all fills your head with doubt. 
"Tsumu, it's just a movie."
"Based on a true story," he says firmly. "They say they never caught the guy. What if he is here tonight wantin' to take revenge on another hot young couple in their car."
You shudder thinking back to the opening kill of the movie. "It's just a movie," you repeat, this time as if you are trying to convince yourself. Atsumu's imagination is like a tornado, beautiful but dangerous if you get caught up in it."
"There he is again." he cries, and you see it this time, a man in a mask walking through the trees. You track his movements until he disappears behind a wall of green, and you try to figure out where he went."
With all your attention on the tree line you fail to notice a new figure creeping up to the window until they slam their fist on your glass. Someone screams (you) as the man in the mask raises his oddly shaped hammer as if ready to strike. 
"Oh no, ya don't," Atsumu says, leaning over your seat, sideling you with his body. His arm files to the door, and he forces it open quickly, sending your would-be assailant to the ground.
"Ouch, that hurt…" a familiar voice groaned, rubbing their head through the mask.
"Stay away from them~" Atsumu grunts, awkwardly climbing over you and getting on top of the killer. 
"Get off me, you oaf," the voice grunts, and you see recognition flash in your boyfriend's eyes as he carefully peels off the mask to reveal his brother…
"Samu?" he breathes, still sitting on his twin's chest.
"Duh… Now move, I can't breathe." the grey-haired twin says, shoving him off. 
"What are you doing here?" you ask, sliding from your car seat. And when you notice the large bump on your future brother-in-law's head, you almost feel bad.
Almost
He looks almost apologetic as he looks up at you, "Hey, y/n. Uhh sorry about that. We had planned on scarin Tsumu when ya went to the bathroom or somethin, but we got tired of waitin'."
"You bastard," Atsumu says, but you are more focused on his response.
"We?" you ask, hoping for a bit more clarification. 
"Hey hey hey, guess who got pranked?" a loud voice calls from behind the car. Atsumu's teammate, Kotaro Bokuto, leaps out of the darkness, holding a mask identical to the one Osamu had been wearing. He must've been the one running through the trees earlier. 
"I helped too," the attendant from before says, removing his hood and large scarf to reveal Shoyo Hinata.
"You guys were all in on this?" Atsumu asks, looking much better
"Pranked ya,"  Bokuto says, slinging an arm around his friend. "And it was all Samu's idea."
"The owner of the drive-in owed me a favor," Osamu explains with a devilish grin. "So he let me borrow the back row of the theater, and I made sure ya ran late to pick up y/n." He looks so proud of himself for putting this all together that if you weren't still catching your breath, you would applaud him for his creativity.
"You guys are jerks," your boyfriend says, twisting out from under the large spikers' arms to hold on to you. "Are ya okay babe?
You nod, "Just excited, I think; they got us good."
"Thanks for being such a good sport about this y/n," Hinata says, fiddling with his disguise. "You're super cool."
"Thanks," you grin. "So, whose idea was it to put that nail into the ground over there?"
At your question, the three men go silent. Until they ask the scariest question of the evening. 
"What nail?"
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unhingedangstaddict · 3 days ago
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Motivation Monday!
Here's a sneak peak of chapter 12 of I'll Hold Onto You While We Run
Tommy headed to the bar to pick Evan up and went inside. Some days he’d wait in the car for Evan, but usually he went in and Evan was typically ready to go when Tommy walked in the door, but he didn’t look at all ready today. Evan was still behind the bar, a bar rag slung over his shoulder, chatting with an old woman who was seated at the bar.
“One of his favorite regulars.” Lucy explained as she came over to Tommy. “She got in late today. Something about drama with one of her neighbors. Oliver is hooked on the gossip about it.”
“Ah.” Tommy nodded and looked over at Evan, who was quite clearly invested in what the woman had to say. Tommy couldn’t help but smile. “Good thing I’m not in a rush then.”
“We could be here for a while.” Lucy warned.
“If you’re not in a rush to get home we could sit and chat a while.” Tommy suggested.
“Get me a drink and you’re on.” Lucy agreed with a grin.
“Beer?”
“Yep.” Lucy confirmed.
“Be right back.” Tommy nodded and headed over to the bar. There was another bartender besides Evan behind the bar, but Tommy went and leaned against the bar counter near the old woman and Evan.
It took Evan a second to turn his head and notice Tommy, but he did pretty quickly and he smiled brightly. “Hey.” Evan looked back at his customer. “Ruth, this is my husband, Lou, I’ve mentioned him to you before.”
Ruth looked over at Tommy. “Nice to meet you.” She said politely then turned back to Evan. “You said he’s smart and takes good care of you but you didn’t tell me he was that good looking too!” She exclaimed.
Evan didn’t stop smiling. “Total package. I sure got lucky to get someone as hot as him.”
“I guess this means your shift is over.” Ruth sounded a little disappointed.
“You can keep him a while longer Ruth,” Tommy told her. “Me and Lucy wanted to chat for a while anyway, have a drink.” He explained to Evan and Ruth.
“You don’t mind?” Evan asked Tommy.
“Not at all.” Tommy shook his head. “Mind if I grab a Corona for Lucy and just a coke for me?” Tommy could see Ruth raising a brow at Tommy’s non-alcoholic beverage choice. “Can’t be drinking and driving with precious cargo onboard after all.” He explained to Ruth, referring to Evan.
Evan just chuckled as he grabbed a Corona and popped the top off, then grabbed Tommy’s soda.
Tommy fished out a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and handed it to Evan in exchange for the drinks. “Change is yours sweetheart.” The ‘sweetheart’ slipped out like it was the most normal thing in the world, and Tommy tried not to overthink it. “Take your time, me and Lucy will be here.”
“Thanks babe.” Evan responded.
Tommy nodded and turned to walk back to the small table Lucy had taken a seat at, across the building from the bar counter.
“Oliver, you have got to tell me where I can find one of those for myself!” Ruth’s comment could be heard by Tommy even as he walked away.
Lucy had a stoic look as Tommy approached.
“What?” Tommy asked as he handed Lucy her drink.
“I think you know what.” Lucy took a swig of her beer.
“Nope.” Tommy crossed his arms.
“I’m not an idiot.” Lucy rolled her eyes. She lowered her voice as she said the next part. “I can tell when my best friend has a crush.”
“Might need to re-evaluate that Luce. Ruth really isn’t my type, there’s nothing there.”
Lucy glared at Tommy, not amused at the joke.
“What makes you think that?” Tommy asked and sipped his drink. He usually wasn’t a big soda drinker, but he wasn’t going to drink on the job. Lucy was off as her bar shift had ended and Tommy was there. Tommy was a different story.
“Well for one you’re smiling at him like a lovesick fool.” Lucy sipped her beer.
“He’s my husband, am I not supposed to be attracted to my husband?” Tommy pointed out.
“Tommy.” Lucy huffed. “There’s keeping your cover and playing your role, and then there’s the way you’ve been looking at him since you got here.”
Tommy sighed and looked down at the table. “I’ve been trying to ignore it.” He admitted.
“So there is something to ignore.” Lucy almost sounded smug about it.
“Are you gonna tell the boss?” Tommy asked quietly, nervous what the answer would be.
“Do you want me to?” Lucy almost sounded confused.
Tommy looked up at Lucy. “No but protocol-”
“But protocol,” Lucy mocked. “Look, I know you like to do things by the book, and you never break protocol. I figure you must have a good reason to go against it now, and I trust your judgment. Besides, it’s clear to me that he’s comfortable here and he feels safe and comfortable with us. The kid’s really grown on me too. I wouldn’t go behind your back to report it and risk his safety without talking to you.”
“I know I should get the case reassigned but,” Tommy sighed. “I can’t do it to him. He’s got abandonment issues, you know that as well as I do. I care about him too much to be just another person that just disappears from his life.”
“You’re protecting him.” Lucy said softly.
“So what if I am?” Tommy sipped his Coke.
no pressure tag for Monday/Tuesday @desert--moonchild
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hearts4sturniolo · 5 hours ago
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𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨
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where your love for a very specific accessory does wonders for you
warning: foul language, oral f!receiving, p in v, rough sex, degradation, praise, use of pet names, overstimulation
notes: happy halloween sexies, guess whose back ;) story fully written for my wife, her inspo brought me back from the grave <3
you didn't consider yourself a weak person by any means, mentally and physically. life had thrown enough at you and you had handled it with grace until now. you were a few dates in with a guy you had just recently met, attire usually casual clothes and nice, fixed hair that usually ended up messy by the end of the night. after some time spent alone on this friday evening, you get a call from said guy asking to come to his place for the first time and how he was on his way to get you.
simple enough right? wrong.
matt pulled up to your house as you are locking your front door. his windows were tinted so you could never really see inside until you were opening up the passenger door. when you did, you practically turned into a puddle as you found out your one weakness.
very attractive men in backwards hats.
which led you to where you were now, half naked on this mans bed, straddling his lap as he sat against his headboard. "fuck honey," matt groaned, hands gripping your bare thighs as you sucked his neck "what's gotten into you tonight?"
"mm nothing." you whimpered, his hands forcing you to grind down on his dick. the panties you had on doing very little for you as they were soaking wet, just causing you to feel him in a more intense way.
your lips pressed into his as an act to get him to shut it, tongue pushing its way into his mouth. a groan escaped matt's lips as he continued to grind against your pussy, his fingers digging into you with brutal pressure. you didn't give a fuck if he left bruises, you were an empty canvas begging to be turned into art.
his tatted arm came up to grip your jaw, "you gonna tell me the truth or are you gonna keep lyin' to me."
your face turned beat red and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to turn away and hide but his grip on you remained steady. his cock flush against you making it harder to think by the second, but you mustered enough courage to mumble incoherently.
"what was that baby? cmon speak up for me." matt spoke gently, thumb stroking your cheek as he used the other hand to slowly grind you back down on him.
your head spun in circles as you tried to ground yourself and take control back of the situation, "that slutty fuckin' hat."
"what?" he questioned, jaw slacking up.
"don't make me say it again matt, please." you pleaded, desperately trying to squirm out of his grasp but to no avail.
"my hat huh?" matt questioned again, moving to hold you as he flipped you onto your back, caging you to the bed. his lips trailing kisses down your body between sentences. his fingers intertwined with your lacy panties as he dragged them off you. "gotta watch that pretty mouth though."
"it's true though, 'knew what you were doing when-" his mouth enveloping your core, cutting you off and causing a strangled moan to come out of you.
he messily sucked on your clit as your hands flew to grip the sheets next to you. "told you to watch it, mouthing off isn't gonna make this go any quicker." it felt like within seconds you were already so close to finishing. "fuckin' soaked f'me baby, god, i wanna ruin you."
his words definitely weren't helping.
"ruin me, please." you begged, his eyes looking up at your from his place in-between your legs. his backwards cap still sat nicely around his head as you nearly came from the sight.
he propped himself back up, away from you, as he threw his hat somewhere in the room and pealed off the sweatshirt from his back with one hand. smirk plastered on his face as he began to tug off his sweatpants and boxers in one motion, cock springing free. "oh baby, if this is how i get you, i'll wear that hat every fucking time i see you."
you whined pathetically as you watched him stroke his cock, hovering over you. there was no possible way of hiding your arousal now, you were soaked just from the sight of seeing him in a hat and now you were whining at the slightest glimpse of his dick. grabbing a pillow, he lifted your hips off the bed to slide it underneath you. beads of sweat starting to form just barely between his eyebrows as he zoned in on you.
he tapped his tip against your clit, smearing his precum and mixing it with your slick. your eyes fluttered closed as he eased himself into you, sighing with content as he pushed himself to the point of bottoming out. the way you squeezed around him could've caused him to cum on the spot, your scrunched up face making him painfully harder. he thrusted into you at an antagonizing pace, "atta girl, fuck, this pussy was just made for me wasn't it?"
"mhm, all yours baby," matt's thrust became more rapid as he positioned himself closer towards your body, "god, fuck me."
your legs wrapped instinctively around his back, pulling him even closer towards you as he pounded into you. his hands flew to your waist to hold himself stable and to hold you in place, fingernails digging into your skin. the sound of skin slapping echoed through the room as you felt him hit your g-spot. "fuck."
"so fuckin' tight, so fuckin' perfect." his eyes roamed up and down your body. tits bouncing back and forth as one hand grabbed your thigh to pull a leg over his shoulder. the feeling of his dick throbbing inside of you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, was sending you into a blissed out state.
"matt, please, g'na cum soon." you moaned, legs clenching around his figure.
"take it, that's my good girl, fuckin' take it." the pace he's fucking you at forms that familiar tight coil in your gut, threatening to spill over at any second. matt reaches down and thumbs your clit, your thighs tremble as your orgasm rushes over you in an instant. you try to wriggle out of matts hold on you, but he continues to thrust in and out of you.
he grunts as he speaks, "you're funny if you think that's the only one im gettin' outta you tonight, wanna call me a slut? you're gonna see what its like to be treated like one."
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yourstru1y4ever · 2 days ago
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Day 27 - A Hug That Lasts A Little Too Long
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader Word Count: 761 Content: Fluff! Season 1 DD I guess? Tuna-Tober 2024 Masterlist <- check out the other fics posted this month!
A/N: Another short one I’m sorry folks! I’m trying my best to catch up before October ends!! - YoursTruly
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You knew Karen for as long as you’ve been in the city. . . which is to say not very long. You both moved into Hells Kitchen at the same time and since this was new to both of you, you became fast friends. She lived a few doors down from you but after she got attacked at her apartment, you asked if she wanted to move in with you.
She gave you a smile and accepted, leading you to meet two of her newest friends, Foggy and Matt, who were now helping her move in her things into your new shared apartment.
“This is your room just down the hall, I’m just a step away from you.” You laugh as you take one of the moving boxes down to Karen’s new room. 
“I really appreciate it,” She tells you, not far from you holding a lamp. “I really didn’t want to stay in my old apartment, so I’m glad you have a spare room.”
“Yeah, I was supposed to room with a friend from college but he bailed on me,” You place the moving box down beside her bed, “He decided to move to Chicago with one of his other friends.”
“You made the right choice coming here!” Foggy says as he carries in a hefty looking box. When he sets it down on the ground, you can see that all that was inside were bedsheets and comforters.
You give him a side eye and he bristles, “What? I’m helping!”
“By choosing the lightest box Fog,” Matt calls out from your kitchen. He’s not carrying anything, but you weren’t expecting him to since he’s blind. He was just there for moral support and honestly he wanted to meet you.
You needed more friends in the city so you were more than happy to meet Foggy and Matt.
“There’s just a few more boxes left,” Foggy says as he leaves the room. 
Karen nods, starting to follow him, “We should start thinking about grabbing some lunch soon, I’m starving.”
“Any recommendations Matt?” You ask, walking over to where he was sitting. He was sitting by your kitchen counter, drinking some ice water. You would have given him literally any other drink but unfortunately you needed to go grocery shopping.
“I’d honestly recommend the subs from the bodega that's two blocks away,” He says, starting to stand up. “I can get some while you guys finish up.”
“Are you sure? Here let me give you some money-”
“It’s alright, I can take care of this.” He says with a reassuring smile, you can’t help but smile back at him. There’s something about him that you want to keep learning more about, maybe you’ll ask for his number.
He quickly heads out as Karen and Foggy come back in, making a quick remark about how you’re not helping. Soon enough all of Karen’s things are moved into your now shared apartment and right before Foggy can complain about there not being any food for you all to eat Matt comes back carrying a bag with three different sandwiches.
You all get the chance to eat and soon enough they have to leave to start working on a case. You give them each a quick hug goodbye before they leave. You give Foggy a tight squeeze, telling him about needing to watch that TV show you recommended to him. When you hugged Matt goodbye, it felt different. 
You were able to tell how toned he was just from that hug alone, and it made you curious as to why and how it made you feel so safe in his arms. For Matt he just wanted to keep sensing every little thing about you, how your heartbeat would increase around him, the faint floral scent from either the soap or shampoo you use, how soft you felt and he felt this want to protect you all of a sudden.
Neither of you realize how long the hug was lasting until Foggy loudly cleared his throat getting your attention. You pulled away from Matt blushing while Matt gave you a sheepish grin.
“I’m sorry,” He says, but you shake your head.
“Don’t be.” You mutter, looking down at the ground, unable to see the grin forming on his face.
Foggy grabbed him by his arm and had to shove Matt out the door so they could get back to work. You and Karen waved them goodbye and all you could think about was how you wanted to see Matt again, not realizing that you never got his number.
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star2fishmeg · 3 hours ago
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115 Childhood best friends to lovers and 6 I could just kiss you right now. Luke Hughes
Thank you for requesting <3 - Happy Halloween🎃 - Hi nonnie! I went with one prompt instead, hope that's all right!
FLUFF #6 "I could kiss you right now."
📞 dialling…
The October air nipped nasty, and chilly when it breezed over their skins, the only warmth being the heat that radiated off their bodies as y/n and Luke sat side by side on a bench against the house, donning their matching Cosmo and Wanda (Fairly Odd Parents) costumes. With their backs against the brick, they looked out absently into some frat’s busted back garden, plastic chairs scattered and the wet rings of a keg on the deck. 
She peered up at Luke, specifically the pink lipstick stain on his neck that she’d given him as part of their costume, and he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t feel something the second her lips landed on his skin. His headband with his little lopsided crown still intact, wand placed on the decking between them. He looked so handsome in his white shirt that hugged his arms and chest nicely, slacks, black and fit his thighs well, and the tie, oh, the tie drove her wild. Thoughts of pulling him around by it like a little lovesick puppy, loosening it. 
“Thanks for uh, doing this with me, even if I disappointed you by not being sexy. You saved my ass from being a third wheel or the odd one out, I guess. And thanks for agreeing not to do any of that, uh, dye or wigs or any of that shit, I just washed my hair.” She chuckled lightly, placing her makeshift wand next to her and wrapping her arms around her body. A jacket would have been smart, so would have wearing a top that covered a bit more on the chest and arms but committing to the costume was something she took seriously. Besides, there was nothing wrong with trying to attempt to grab Luke’s attention somehow.
He turned his head gently to face her, a soft smile across his lips and she watched the way his eyes scanned her face and chest under the dim porchlight, “No problem. You didn’t need to wear a sexy costume to get me to agree, by the way. You could’ve asked me to be a uh, a uh, crayon, and I would’ve ditched whatever Duker would’ve tried roping me into being for you.”
“Sure, that’s not what your eyes on my cleavage are telling me.” Her lips pulled into a smirk as his eyes jumped back to hers, his ears tinting pink. “I’m joking, you’re okay, I don’t mind.”
“Sorry, it’s just…um…I just-” his mouth faltered, opening to speak but nothing leaving his mouth. Y/n slid his wand from between them to the floor, scooting herself thigh against his, eyes almost sparkling as she waited for him. Luke’s chest only tightened, heat building on the back of his neck, “I just think you look pretty either way. All the time, actually.” 
Butterflies fluttered around her stomach, an adoring grin on her face that she couldn’t stop even if she tried, “Well, I think you look cute all the time, especially in your little crown tonight.”
He smiled and shook his head, hiding his pink face in his hands. He hated how easily he flushed, especially around her and he did it so often that he gave up finding excuses. Y/n’s giggles bloomed a warmth in his chest, his favourite kind of hug-like feeling that he only felt with her. Her smaller hands wrapped around his wrists, trying to pry away his hands with a little struggle until he let her win, allowing her to cup the backs of his hands on their thighs between them. Neither spoke, the comfortable silence falling around them with the buzz of the party inside being the only source of life. Eyes locking, hers widening ever so slightly the way they would whenever she looked at him, his relaxing as he chewed the inside of his cheek. The breeze through their hair, heat passing through their hands and a mutual transferring of sparks jolting between them.
“You’ve got that look on your face, what are you thinking?” She asked, thumbs stroking his palms.
His breathing shook gently, heart thudding harsher the longer they stared into each other like they’d painted the sky with constellations especially for each other, “That we’re alone…in a couples costume…and that we find ourselves like this all the time and…”
“...Aaaaand?” she raised an eyebrow.
With a low murmur, Luke exhaled, “...and that I could kiss you right now.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she replied, softly. 
Her hands slid to his nape with confidence, tangling in the curls on the back of his head while his arm wrapped around her waist eagerly and his other hand settled on her thigh, heads tilting in opposite directions with no hesitation in leaning into each other’s bodies. The kiss was nothing but meaningful, fires igniting inside them when lips pressed into one another’s and hands kept each other close until after those few seconds of paradise, they pulled back for air, foreheads resting together, eyes burning. Fires only spread when Luke dipped back in, his kiss keen and fiery, one that had y/n moaning into his mouth as lips parted and reconnected, latching like they’d disappear if they were to let go.
The October air didn’t bite so nasty any more, not when Luke Hughes kissed her breathlessly.
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annievrse · 9 hours ago
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trick!
roronoa zoro x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: eery fic for your halloween w/c: (tba) c/w: zoro refers to read as ‘my girl’, not proofread a/n: happy halloween!! i’m posting this (half drunk) at 2am, on my phone, on the bus, and it’s absolutely pouring, so i hope this is spooky enough (because i know i’m in the halloween spirit rn). enjoy!!!
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A bloodcurdling scream wakes you from your sleep. Your eyes are bleary at first, your brain trying to make sense of the sound you heard. Was it real, or were you just dreaming? You lay there, frozen for a moment, the ship silent as it rides the waves of the Grand Line.
You turn your head towards Robin's bed, where she sleeps soundly, for once, and then towards Nami's. Your eyebrows draw closer when you fail to see the familiar lump of her body under the blankets. Sitting up, the sheets pool around your waist, and you look around the room for any sign of her.
Coming up empty-handed, you slip one leg out of your bed, carefully avoiding the creaky floorboard directly under your feet. "Robin."
Your crewmate shuffles slightly, a small groan coming from her lips. "Yeah?"
"Nami's missing."
Robin looks to the right side of the room where the redhead's bed sits vacant. You know she won't play into your wild thoughts that your friend got kidnapped and flicks her wrist in dismissal. "She's probably in the bathroom. Go back to sleep."
You nod noncommittally and ignore her as she turns around and goes back to sleep. Despite her careless nature, you know what you heard.
Tiptoeing toward the door, it opens swiftly, and you step into the hallway. Its eerily quiet, and you try holding your breath in intervals to keep yourself as undetectable as possible.
Seeking out the boy's quarters would be the best thing to do, you think; at least Zoro'll calm your nerves with some shitty explanation that you can pretend to believe — he's good at that since he's not scared of mere sounds that you'd deem a ghost the cause of.
Wrapping your arms around yourself against the draft that swims down the middle of the hallway, you can't help but look behind you at every available chance.
You never heard another scream, you remember, and the thought escapes you in the form of a whimper.
A door slamming shut turns your whimper to a yelp, and goosebumps gloss your skin at the sound. The ship goes quiet afterwards, dousing the hallway in utter silence. You can barely hear the waves crashing against the stern.
At last, you stand before the door to the boy's room, your body almost throwing itself against it in fear. You stumble inside, scanning the space for your boyfriend. A groan comes from the right side of the room, and you know you've woken Sanji from his sleep.
The cook sits up, his eyes widening when he sees you. He calls your name softly, and you meet his gaze. His expression turns to one of concern, and you can imagine the ridiculous look on your face — one of unconcealable fright.
"I heard a scream."
Like he can hear your barely there whisper from the far corner of the room, Zoro jumps from his hammock and makes his way toward you. "What's wrong?"
You look between him and Sanji and sigh. "Nami's missing from our room."
Sanji's eyebrows fly to his hairline, and he looks past you out the door. "You said you heard a scream?"
Zoro sighs and rubs his eye with his knuckle. "Are you sure you weren't dreaming?"
You nod, looking directly at the swordsman, who eyes you with rare apprehension. "I'm scared."
Your tone flips a switch inside of Zoro and then he's standing up straighter, his hand resting on the hilt of one of his swords. "'Mkay."
Sanji pushes past Zoro and leaves the room.
"Where are you going?"
"To the deck," the cook answers without turning around or slowing.
"Idiot, he's going to get himself killed."
You latch onto Zoro's bicep quickly, his skin warm under your touch. "Do we have to follow him?"
Zoro huffs. "I guess. Who else is going to make me those rice balls?"
Rolling your eyes, you urge him to follow Sanji. "C'mon."
Risking a glance behind you, you go stiff. "Zoro."
"Yeah?" He mumbles, looking down at you and following your gaze to his other crewmates — or where they should be. "What the fuck?"
The empty beds make your stomach drop. Chopper, Usopp, Brook, Franky, and Luffy are missing from their hammocks, and the sight makes tears prick the corners of your eyes.
You're at a loss for words until Zoro pulls you out of the room. "I don't know what's going on here, but I'm gonna kick their asses."
Stepping into the empty hallway, the ship is silent. Zoro leads the way, his steps never faltering as you walk to the deck. When he opens the door, the wind hits you in the face, and the tears in your eyes run unwillingly.
Sniffling, you look around. The stars above you do little to comfort you, and you curse the moon for being a void in the sky tonight.
"Don't cry," Zoro mumbles, and you know he doesn't mean it harshly. "Who do you think I am, huh? Think I'm gonna let anything happen to you?"
"No," you laugh wetly, wiping your eyes. "You're my big, strong boyfriend who has the bearings of a rock."
"That's my girl," He says, a flit of humour in his voice. "Now, where're these morons?"
A sharp scream from the bow of the Sunny makes you yelp and tighten your grip on Zoro's arm.
"What are these idiots up to?" He mumbles, and then you are led toward the sound, every fibre of your being wanting to run the other way and maybe into the ocean. Zoro draws Shusui and slices the air, jolting you from a stupor.
"Watch where you swing that thing, mosshead!"
Rolling his eyes, Zoro snarls at the rest of your crew who emerge from the small room inside the figurehead.
You gasp at seeing your crewmates unharmed and drop your arms from Zoro's elbow. "What the fuck, guys?"
Nami, who you were elated to see, barked a laugh, doubling over at the look on your face—which you were sure was one of surprise.
Luffy yawns and stumbles toward you. "Nami's revenge is getting boring!"
"Hey!" She yells, whacking him upside the head. "You were all for it earlier!"
Luffy groans and continues his path to the boy's quarters. "That's when you gave me meat."
"Well!' Usopp announces. "I sure love a good scare."
"You were shaking like a leaf, big guy," Sanji deadpans, taking a drag from his cigarette.
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Why were you all stuffed into Sunny?" Zoro asks over the arguing.
Nami huffs, crosses her arms over her chest, and eyes you with mischief. "Revenge for spending my berries on that stinky idiot!"
"I didn't," You furrow your eyebrows. "I had those berries left over when I sold my share of the treasure. I would never steal from you."
"I know that," Nami whines, dropping her face into her palms. "Well, if you didn't, then who did?"
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Brook and Chopper slowly inching closer to the door to the quarters. Realisation overcomes you instantly, and you sigh. "Why don't you ask those two?"
Narrowing her eyes at the musician and the doctor, Nami gasps. "You!"
Collective screams from behind you echo into the night as Nami chases your crewmates down the deck and into the hallway.
Zoro yawns, tugging your hand. "Okay.”
You shoot him a wary look. “What?”
Zoro nodded towards the boys quarters. “We’re going to bed?”
Your cheeks heat when you realise he’s taking you with him. When he notices your smug expression, Zoro rolls his eyes.
“It’s not a big deal.”
“No, I know,” you laugh, following him down the stairs.
“Then stop your giggling.”
He wouldn’t tell you, but Zoro never wanted to feel the stab of worry he got when you woke him up in a panic in his chest again.
“I’m gonna kill them in the morning,” he grumbles, rubbing his eye with his knuckle. “For scarin’ the shit outta you, and for pissin’ me off…”
Gripping your hand tighter, Zoro pulls you into his side, sighing when you raise your eyebrow. “Can’t have you goin’ anywhere.”
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