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[lovelyyy-luna]

the hand that feeds

pairing: (mizu x fem!reader)

fandom: blue eye samurai

pronouns: she/her

type: smut

warning: dom!mizu and bratty!reader. This is pure filth and I don’t apologize for that. Spanking, choking, object penetration there’s probably more but you get the gist

a/n: juban is the underslip when wearing a kimono. haori is the outer robe of the men’s outfit.

aa/n: tagging @firelillys and @bxllamiizu both of y’all inspired me to write this. also tagging @angelltheninth

word count: 2019

date: december 20, 2023

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She dragged you away deep into the forest.

She was angry. You’ve seen her mad before but this time she was pissed.

“I told you how many times to stop complaining? And what do you do? You keep fucking complaining.”

She was tugging on your arm, you slightly liked the pain, and you hoped there was going to be a bruise around your wrist when she was done with you.

You finally stopped in a clearing

“So what do you have to say for yourself?” She slightly pushed you away.

You stumbled a bit but caught yourself.

“Hm?”

“I’m. Cold.” You say sternly. All this started because you kept complaining about the temperature.

“You knew this when you tagged along.”

“I didn’t know it’d be this fucking cold.” You mutter to yourself.

Swiftly she drew her blade and cut the belt that held your kimono together. Your juban was what was exposed. Just that thin slip of fabric was what kept you from becoming frostbitten.

She put the blade back into the holster, “How cold are you now?”

“Freezing,” you said above a whisper, holding yourself for some warmth.

“Would you like to be warmed up?” She stepped close to you, you could feel her breath on your face like a slight blanket on your cheeks.

You nod at her question.

She removes the kimono off your shoulders and it falls to the ground. Now just in your juban, she could truly see how cold you were, your nipples were peaked and that sight of you could make her go down on her knees but she wasn’t in a very giving mood at the moment.

Harshly she went between your thighs and her finger ever so lightly went between your slick.

“Hmm, no undergarments? No wonder you’re fucking cold. Or maybe, this was your plan the whole time. To piss me off and get me to fuck you.”

You stand there in the cold of the forest and nod. It was pathetic really but she was enjoying every second of it.

She looked down at you and her piercing blue eyes had a tinge of red in them.

“On your knees, dove.”

‘Dove’, that was her nickname for you, and every time she said it it made you weak in the knees.

You slowly sank to the ground kneeling on your kimono that was the barrier between the snowy ground and your skin.

You looked up at her and she towered over you.

“Now turn around.”

You obeyed every order and shuffled on the ground to have your back facing her.

She then kneeled behind you pressing her chest against your back. That touch alone made you moan and your head fell back into the crook of her neck.

Her hands then travel up your juban and tug at the string exposing you completely. Then her fingers trail up your stomach to your breasts slowly rubbing your nipples between her fingers.

Soft moans fall from your lips.

“Oh is my little dove enjoying this?” She cooed at you.

You nod whimpering at her touch.

“Well, I don’t want you to enjoy it.” Her voice was stern and gritty.

The hand that was touching you quickly went up to your throat gripping tightly and caught you off guard.

She then drew her blade again holding the blade closely to the two of you, your breath was staggered and was fogging up the metal weapon.

With a clean swipe the tree that was in front of you was soon just a stump.

“Bend over, dove.”

You nod and bend over on the freshly chopped stump. The white fabric of your robe rose as you bent over.

You were excited and nervous about what Mizu had planned for you.

Lost in your thoughts were broken from the harsh stinging from her hand landing on your ass.

You yelp at the sensation and shoot a look back at her.

She glared at you, “Eyes forward dove.”

You look back forward and another blow comes down on the same place. Only two smacks in and you already couldn’t handle it.

“Do you know how many times you complained about the cold?”

You shake your head.

“Thirteen times in ten minutes. So that means I’m going to do the same to you and you’re not going to say a word.”

You nod slowly.

Another smack landed on the opposite cheek giving the other side a break but it was short-lived when she smacked you hard again.

You looked behind you wanted to see the damage she caused so far and you knew by the end of this you were going to have welts.

She made you count, on the verge of tears with each blow. It was painful but you wanted this. You knew that with each smack it was full of love.

She was finally done and then felt her lips trailing down your back. The fabric of your robe was so thin that it felt like there was nothing between the two of you. Her hands then caressed your puffed abused cheeks.

Her kiss then went up to your neck and then to your ears, “I still don’t think you’ve learned your lesson.”

You whimper at her words, your hand slowly goes in search of hers. Once you find it you bring her hand up to your lips slowly kissing her fingers putting them into your mouth sucking on them.

She chuckles at your actions, “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

You slowly turn to look at her, “I was um…”

“Oh did you think you were going to be fucked by my fingers?” Her chuckle was deep at mocking, “Oh my little dove do you think you even deserve my fingers?”

You look at her confused, then your eyes follow down to her other hand and it lays on the handle of her sword. You gulp and you look back up at her and she is grinning.

You bit your lip at just the thought of her using the handle on you and you instantly got wet.

“Turn back around,” she whispered.

You do as you are told and once shuffling around you bend over the stump, but it was not to her standards. She gripped your hips and pushed you into the stump. Your pelvic bone was on the outer edge of the stump and she pushed you hard into it giving you small cuts against the wood.

You slowly creep your head to look at her, she unsheathed her sword, stuck the blade between her slightly spread legs, and looked down at the handle and a lob of her spit dangled down on the bound leather.

Her hand then rubbed the spit in and he started to inch it towards your core spreading your lips slowly.

The sensation and the thought of what was happening and what was going to happen was reeling in your head.

The handle itself was 10 inches. You haven’t had anything like that in you for a while and were nervous about how you were going to handle it.

With the handle getting enough of your slick she parted your lips and put the tip in.

You hissed at the feeling, it may have been lubed enough but the soft leather with its ridges was a whole new sensation.

She slowly sunk it in you, not wanting to hurt you or make you uncomfortable but enough to make you feel good.

You then feel yourself hitting her fingers which were a makeshift stopper for you. You were slightly disappointed, you wanted more to go in. You started to wriggle but she stopped you.

Her free hand firmly gripped your hip, “Oh now dove, you aren’t supposed to be enjoying this. I could go rough with you…”

Your eyes lit up hoping that she would.

“But I know you like it rough. So for your punishment, I’m going to go slow. Painfully slow.”

You pout.

“Now no pouting. You’re going to be grateful for whatever I give you, yeah? Fucking grateful.” She pulls your hair at the last sentence causing you to moan.

She then slides it in and out of you slowly, moving her hips with the same motion. She pictures that she is fucking you. Every stroke the handle does in you she imagines that it's her doing that to you.

While she’s in her head you're aching for more so you snake your hand down to your clit rubbing your bundle of nerves.

Thinking about her roughly going at you got you going faster and Mizu noticed your change of breath and that caught her attention.

You were close. So close, until she snatched your hand away and pinned it behind your back.

“Did I tell you you can fucking touch yourself, my little dove?” She seethed.

You lost your hand placement when she pinned you, your upper body was now fully on the stump.

“Hm?” She was waiting for an answer.

“N-no, I'm-I’m sorry Mizu.”

“I don’t believe you. But I don’t think that matters that much at the moment, since you want it rough that’s exactly what I’m going to give you. Gonna have you begging me to stop and I not going to because you did ask for permission and were being a fucking brat.”

Her words made you wet and she felt it when she leaned back from being pressed against you and saw you were practically soaking the handle.

“Fucking pathetic.” She said.

Her hand went down to the base of the blade and steadied herself while continuing to hold on to your pinned arm.

Without wanting she began to violently thrust into you causing you to swing your other around wanting some sort of touch from her.

She was too busy and out of arms to swat your other hand away.

You were a mumbling mess, drool came from your mouth smearing on your cheek and the flat wood surface.

“M-Mizu-u-u,” you cry to her.

“Yes, my little dove?”

You forgot what you were going to say, she was fucking you dumb.

She laughed, “Oh my little dove having a good time?”

You nod, gripping her sleeve from behind.

You were close to your orgasm and she could tell.

You were taking the handle very well practically swallowing it whole and she kept hitting your sweet spot.

“Fu-u-uck Mizu,” tears were streaming down your cheeks, freezing almost when they hit the winter air.

With one more thrust, she holds it in you and you squirt all over the handle and her hand.

You were breathing heavily, legs shaking and she slowly took the handle out, wiped it off, and placed it back in her holster.

You couldn’t move. You were still bent over the stump.

“Dove? Did I work you too hard?”

She bent down near your face wiping your matted hair off your face, petting the tears away.

I shake my head smiling slightly at her.

“It was perfect.” You whisper, “I just can’t get up.”

She chuckles slightly. “Let me help you.”

She picks you up and then seats you down on the stump. You hissed at the pain you had forgotten from your ass but pulled through as she picked up your soaked from the snow kimono.

She noticed you shaking from the cold. She takes off her haori and places it on you.

You look up at her, mouthing a thank you.

“I'll tell you what, once we get to the next town I'll buy you a new kimono.” She smiles down at you.

You smile back holding my hand up from her to help me stand, “A pretty one?”

You lean on her and we both walk back to where our cart was, “Yes my dove. The prettiest one,” she chuckles

You smile giddy and then look down at my hands and groan, “I got splinters in my hand! God this is gonna take forever to get out!”

She rolled her eyes smiling as she dragged you back over to the clearing.

On to round two before you annoy her more.

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Lovelybean?

ooh maybe? i think thats prolly taken tho

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[lovelyyy-luna]

opla buggy smut idea

(18+ only)

okay image you’re in bed, ass in the air and buggy has his dick detached from him and it’s just going at you and then there’s him on the other side of you planning where to attack next and every now and then he stokes your hair whispers that you’re doing such a good job.

i’m utterly obsessed with him.

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[lovelyyy-luna]

baby, its cold outside

fandom: marauders

fic summary: Y/N and the group are at Sirius’ family cabin, ready for christmas.

chapter summary: reader and the marauders head up to the mountains for a christmas holiday. They want to tell her that they're wizards but don't know how she is going to react.

pronouns: she/her

warning: nothing really

word count: 2151

a/n: this is probably just going to be a two part series. I still have a slight writer's block.

date: december 13, 2023

PART 1 |

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·December 24, 1980, Christmas Eve·

You sat in the car's front passenger seat as your friend Sirius drove, and the rest of your friends, Lily, James, and Remus, were talking in the back about the holiday weekend.

This was the first Christmas that you weren't spending with your family. The past few months, you and your family were rocky, with you doing a 180° on your career, but you were happier.

They couldn't see that; all they saw was that you were making significantly less money than before in your corporate job.

Sirius broke you from your deep thought as he lightly gripped the top of your knee.

“You okay, love?” he asked, smiling at you but quickly looking back at the road.

You smile back at him, “Yeah, all good.”

He looked at you, pressing for more.

“Fine! I was thinking about my family and how incredibly obnoxious they are,” you huff.

Lily popped up from the back, poking between the driver seat and the passenger, “Hey! Don't think about them! This is our weekend, our holiday. And I'm gonna guarantee that it's going to be the best one ever!” she kissed you on the cheek and went back to her seat.

You smiled and went back to looking out at the scenery.

You then pulled up into the driveway to a cabin. It was secluded from the rest of society, perfect for the holiday you were about to have.

The lot of you started to unpack and settle into the cabin.

“Hey, Sirius, are you sure it's okay with your family for us to use the cabin?” Remus asked.

“Oh yeah, of course,” he said, lifting the box of food down the steps, “I mean, I assume it's okay.”

“You assume?” Lily questioned.

“Well, they're on holiday in Belgium and won't be back till the new year,” he said, smiling.

You all nodded, and you and Lily continued to unload as the boys took them inside.

“Well, I must go to the loo,” Lily sighed. You said okay and just continued with what you were doing.

She walked up the steps and into the cabin, “Oh Merlin, this place is a mess. When was the last time someone cleaned it?”

She asked as she reached in her boot for her wand.

Sirius saw what she was doing, grabbed her hand, and took her into the kitchen, looking around for you.

“Hey,” he whispered, “not in front of Y/N, remember?”

“Oh, right,” she sighed with annoyance, “Padfoot, how much longer do we have to keep this a secret? I mean, it's a big part of who we are.”

“I know. I just don't know how she will react to this,” he said with worry.

“If she loves and accepts us, she'll love and accept where we come from,” she smiles reassuringly.

He nods, “Okay, we’ll tell her this weekend but not right now.”

She nods back, “Great! Well, can I at least get this place looking better?”

He gives her the go-ahead, and she whips her wand out, “Scourgify.”

As if going back in time, the floors, the wall, and even the furniture return to their former glory.

You walk into the cabin, and your face lights up.

“Wow,” you look around and see everything is like a postcard. A fire was already burning, and the tree was up and lit.

“Do you like it?” Sirius asked.

“Yes, it's perfect!” you smile, “Um, where am I staying?”

“Oh, you will be upstairs at the end of the hall to your right.”

You head upstairs with your bags and start to unpack. Everyone else follows your lead, grabbing their stuff and heading to their rooms.

Lily and James got the master room, and Sirius and Remus got the old space he used to share with his brother.

The guy's room was right across from yours, and they heard you hum whatever Christmas song was on the radio you had stuck in your head.

Hearing you made Sirius’ heart skip a beat.

“Hey mate,” Remus said, “ Why don't you invite Y/N to go on a walk in the woods? It's going to be pretty romantic at this time of day.”

Sirius was distracted by you swaying to the song you hummed. “Sorry, Moony, what did you say?”

Remus laughed and nudged Siris pretty hard, and that caused him to fall and you to look in his direction.

“Sirius, you okay?” you chuckled.

He stood up, trying to play it cool, “Yeah, yeah, of course; um, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go for a walk before it gets dark out.”

“Oh, sure! Let me get my coat on, and I'll meet you downstairs.”

He goes down and talks to James, who is fixing the fire.

“Okay so you're going to tell her?” James asked.

“Yup. I kinda have to if we want her in our lives.”

“Woah, that's a little dramatic,” James chuckled.

“What are you talking about? It's a pretty big deal. If I tell her and she doesn't like it, it will be a problem; I will probably have to Obliviate her or something if she freaks out.”

“Woah, Woah! Obliviate her? Mate, that's a little extreme to do to someone who doesn't like you back!”

“Like me back? What are you talking about, James?” Sirius looks at his friend in concern.

“You're telling Y/N that you like her?”

“What? What are you talking about? I'm telling Y/N that we are all wizards.”

“So you're not telling Y/N that you like her?”

“No! And what made you think I have feelings for Y/N that way?”

“Are you serious, mate? You are so head over heels for her. Always stand next to her, ensuring she is warm or feeling well.”

“I-I'm just being a good friend.”

“Or, you're always gushing about her.”

“I do not!” he laughs.

He looks over at you coming down the stairs and smiles, and James looks back at him with a goofy look.

Sirius hits him in the arm and head over to the door, grabs your scarf, and wraps it around your neck, and James makes another face at him, pretending to make out with the air, causing Sirius to scurry you out of the house quickly.

Your nose and fingertips instantly freeze when you enter the cold air. With that happening, you just remembered you forgot to pack your gloves.

“You ready?” he asked; when he spoke, you saw his breath.

“Yup,” you smiled and walked beside him.

The trees were layered with snow, and the sun was settling down. It crunched beneath your shoes, and you were just in awe. He looked at how your eyes roamed around the trees and the snow.

You had a chill go down your arms, and you started rubbing your hands together to keep warm.

He noticed, and without hesitation, he grabbed one of your hands and held them as he shoved them into his pockets.

His hand was warm, and you looped your other arm to pull him close to you and let your head rest on his arm. It was a short walk in silence, and you both saw a clearing, and he stopped over there. Both of you stood there just admiring everything until he cleared his throat.

“So, Y/N, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about.” he was nervous. It was evident in his voice, but you did know what for.

Your hand was still wrapped in his, so you squeezed it several times, letting him know everything was okay.

“So I wanted to talk because I need to come clean about something.”

He sounded like it was severe, so you get prepared for the worst.

He muttered something, and a clap of thunder was heard out of nowhere, shaking you to your very core. It then started to pour on the two of you.

He grabbed you by your hand, “Come on, let's get back to the cabin!”

You both ran back to the cabin; you were soaked and freezing.

He opened the door, and you stepped in. you were shaking so much, as was he.

The other three were sitting on the couch, looking up, startled by the two of you.

Lily stood up, walking towards you, “Where the hell did this storm come from? The weatherman said it was going to be clear and snowy,” she then turned to Sirius suspiciously.

“What? How could it possibly have been me? It's not like I can magically summon storms.” he said, raising his hands in defense.

You sniffle and draw attention to the two staring intensely at each other.

“Oh honey,” she goes towards you, “let's get you out of those wet clothes and into a nice hot bath.”

You follow her up the stairs.

“Hey! I'm cold too!” he yells at Lily.

She stopped at the step she was on, flipped him off, and continued upstairs.

You laughed and went to your room to get those clothes off. She started the bath.

Once you removed your clothes, you wore your robe and headed to the bathroom.

“Okay, the bath is ready; why don't you hand me your clothes and I'll dry them off. Also, dinner will be ready in about an hour.” she smiles and leaves you to it.

You take your robe off and step into the hot bath. You submerge your entirety into the tub. It was soothing and relaxing.

You wash your hair and body and ensure you get all the mysterious rain washed off of you.

You finish up in the bath and dry yourself off. You look in the mirror and wipe away the fog.

You were just looking at yourself, thinking about what Sirius was trying to tell you.

Downstairs Sirius and Remus set the table while Lily and James were cooking the last food.

“So you didn't tell Y/N, did you?” Remus asked.

“Nope, did you see that crazy storm out there?” Sirius said.

“You mean the storm that you caused?” Lily shouted from the kitchen.

Sirius rolled his eyes, and Remus laughed.

“Well, you have to tell Y/N,” Lily said.

“Tell me what?” you asked, coming down the stairs.

Everyone started to look at each other.

“Oh… to… tell you that dinner is ready,” she said with a smile.

“Oh, well, I'm here, so let's dig in.”

Everyone grabs a plate and goes into the kitchen buffet-style to get their food. Sirius pours everyone a glass of wine from his parent's private cellar back home.

With everyone sitting down, it was silent as you all ate the food.

You sat next to Sirius, Remus sat at the head, Lily was across from Sirius, and James was across from you.

“Wow, Lily, James, this food is delicious,” you say, bringing another bite of food to your mouth.

It was still silent through dinner. Lily needed Sirius to tell you the secret.

She was making intense eye contact with him, and he was intently not making eye contact with her.

She was getting frustrated and kicked Sirius causing him to jolt up.

“Siri, are you okay?” you ask with concern.

“Yes! I have an announcement to make. Y/N,” he looks down at you, raising his glass of wine. “We come from the wizarding world.”

You look at him, around the table, and see them all staring at you.

“Um, okay, cool,” you honestly didn't know what else to say.

“It's true, Y/N, we’re wizards. We all met back when we were eleven at Hogwarts, a school for witchcraft and wizardry,” Lily explains.

Then they all started to chime in on what you assumed was a joke.

You chuckle and down the rest of your wine.

You went to reach across the table to get the other bottle of wine and then Siris mumbled something and as if by magic the bottle of wine rose and you were in computer shock.

Your eyes widen and you slump back into your chair. The wine bottle went to your glass and was filling it up. You raised your hand weakly to tell the floating wine bottle that was a good amount. The bottle floated back down to the table and everyone was just staring at you.

“Well, I think maybe we all had a little too much to drink,” you get up from your seat, “Lily, this dinner was amazing, and Siri, this wine was very well-aged. I think I'm going to be taking this to my room. I love you all and will see you in the morning.”

You hurriedly grab the bottle of wine and head upstairs.

Your friends sat at the table awkwardly sipping their wine. Sirius got his wand out and magically put everything away.

Everyone went upstairs into their rooms, slightly worried about the outcome of tomorrow.

PART 1 |

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spring showers

pairing: (klitz x fem!reader)

fandom: the girl next door

pronouns: she/her

type: smut and kinda fluffy

warning: sex (p in v), eating out, hand job, blow job

word count: 3225

a/n: so I think this is one of the longest fics I've written. @mary-of-magdalene ne if you read this please dont bring it up at work.

date: april 28, 2022

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You've been friends with the guys since 6th grade. Ever since the four of you were in a science project together you've been inseparable ever since.

Now that you are in your senior year of high school nothing has changed. All of your popular classmates were always confused about why you would hang out with ‘those losers’. You were very pretty and that was all that the popular people could see.

Even though you had beauty you were just as nerdy and weird as the guys. You always wore baggy pants and big t-shirts that were what you were comfortable in. You never really wore makeup. You would rather sleep in than wake up early to put yourself together for dumbasses you never wanted to be around.

The guys never cared about what you looked like. As far as they were concerned you were one of the guys.

It was spring break and your parents decided that it would be good for you to go see your other family members so you went on a trip to Florida.

A week later you came back and you were a completely different person.

You came back on Sunday and only had one day of hangout time with your friends before going back to school.

They came over around noon with burgers. You opened the door and they couldn't speak.

“Wow,” Matt said.

“What?” you asked with defense.

“You just look so…” Klitz started.

“Hot,” Eli finished.

Klitz hit Eli on the arm causing him to grab it in pain.

“Different,” Klitz said, “you look different.”

“Is it a good different?” you ask.

“Of course, it's a good different,” Klitz says with reassurance.

You smile, “Well come on guys. Mom and dad are at those wine tours so they won't be back till way late. So that means we can just pig out and maybe catch a late-night showing of Dawn of the Dead.”

The nod and come into your home. Your house was always the main hangout. Your parents were never home and didn't care if you raided the liquor cabinet.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed some plates and you were all on the couch surrounding the tv.

The boys sat on the couch while you sat on the floor between them eating at the coffee table.

The tank top you were wearing was low cut and thin so that they could see the detail of your laced bra.

Klitz noticed the guys looking at you and he hit both of them.

You look back at them and they all just smile innocently, you turn back to the screen shaking your head.

The reason Klitz was being so protective towards you was that he called dibs on you back in 6th grade.

Klitz was head over heels about you. The guys knew that but couldn't help looking at you that way.

“So um Y/N how was Florida?” Klitz asks.

“Oh, it was fun! It was great seeing my family. I missed my cousins so much,” you got up from the floor and when you did the guys again couldn't stop staring at your ass, “I also got you guys some presents.”

You walk away and go up to your room.

“Klitz if you don't make a move now I might,” Eli says.

That comment filled Klitz with jealousy but quickly went away when he saw you coming downstairs.

“Okay I know these are super cheesy but you know me and I had to get them,” you handed them each a keychain with their name on it.

“For you Klitz, I had to do a little DIY project because no one had one with your name on it.”

He looked at the keychain and it was gold with palm trees on it, his name was written out in your handwriting. He didn't tell you it then but it was something he'd cherish forever, for now, he thanked you for the gift.

You then sat squished between them on the couch as you pulled out the photos you developed while over in Florida. 

Most of the photos were of the Florida scenery and then there were photos of you and your cousins in bikinis. Your cousins were a couple of years older than you and had perfect model bodies. 

By the looks of it, the guys were staring at your cousins but Klitz was just staring at you.

Whenever you all went swimming you would just wear a shirt and shorts. He'd never seen you with so few clothes on, it made him tight in his pants.

You kept going on and on about the warmish waters and how a lot of the old guys over there would only wear speedos making you all laugh.

You asked about what they did for spring break and they went on about the movies they snuck in to see and the new episodes of their shows they binged watched.

It got late and the late-night showing was about to start and so you excused yourself and went to go get ready.

You put on some black sweatpants and kept your tank top on and then grabbed your bag and hoodie.

You quickly walked downstairs and didn't notice that your boobs were bouncing up and down and the guys were at the bottom walking for you with their mouths wide open.

“You guys ready?” you ask.

They all nod and you walk out to the driveway and pile into your car.

Klitz sat upfront with you and Matt and Eli sat in the back.

Your mixtape that Klitz made for you last summer was playing as you cruise through your neighborhood.

You sang along quietly to that one Avril Lavigne song that always annoyed Klitz but he secretly started loving it because it reminded him of you.

You parked behind the theater and Matt and Eli unlocked and opened the doors and you were about to do the same when Klitz stopped you.

The guys continued out and said that they'll get the tickets.

“What's up?” you ask him.

“Um, uh, Y/N would you…”

You leaned in closer to him above your center console. 

“...mind loaning me like $3 for an icee?”

In your mind and your heart you got a little sad at his question but put on a happy face, “yeah of course but you owe me.” 

The two of you get out of the car and head over to the ticket booth where the guys were waiting.

You took your ticket and went inside to get in the snack line, the guys stayed outside.

“So did you ask her out?” Matt asked.

“Nah I chickened out.”

“Oh come on man! You've been in love with her since 6th grade. That's 7 years. Just ask her on a date,” Eli said.

Matt then pulled Eli aside and whispered in his ear and Eli's eyes lit up and he said, “Perfect.”

“What?” Klitz asked.

“Eli and I are going to go. You and Y/N enjoy the movie.”

“Wait what? You guys are just going to bail?” he asked.

“We are not bailing, just giving you guys alone time,” Eli said

Before he had time to say anything the guys left him alone outside the theater.

You poke your head out of the doors, “Hey! Are you ready?” you scan the area just seeing Klitz standing there, “where are the guys?”

“Oh um they had to go.”

“Oh, well do they need a ride?”

“No, they said they were going to walk. They wanted us to enjoy the movie.”

“Oh okay, well let's get going, the previews are almost up,” you said with a smile. He walked behind you and you both sat in the theater. There were some other people in the movies but not a lot.

The lights dimmed and the movie started. The movie is going great and then the two of you reach for the popcorn at the same time. It was like a cheesy romcom. You quickly looked at him and smiled, he smiled back at you.

You were done with popcorn and you lifted the armrest that was between the two of you. You then wrapped your arm around his and laid your head on his shoulder. 

You never told anyone, not even the other guys, that you had a huge crush on Klitz. But you think they knew because they always tried to find a way to leave you both alone.

You cuddled into him and he finally relaxed and placed his head on yours.

Then the movie was over. It was great and scary.

You both walked to the car and just sat in there.

It was a little awkward the two of you just sitting there alone.

You turned to him and he was already staring at you and shyly smiled at you. His lips looked so soft and you wanted to taste them.

“Klitz?” you ask softly.

“Yeah?” he responded with the same tone.

Can I kiss you?

“Did you, um, enjoy the movie?”

“Yeah, I did. Did you?”

You nod, “I think my favorite part was when she gave birth to the zombie baby.”

He laughs at what you said.

You started thinking about what your cousins and you talked about over your vacation. You asked them tons of questions about what guys like and they told you that guys respond positively to a lot of confidence.

So with your newfound boost of confidence, you decided to just go for it and think about the consequences later.

“Klitzy?” 

He always got weak when you called him that, “Hmm?”

“Close your eyes.”

He did as he was told and you shifted yourself in your seat and leaned over the console and lightly placed your lips on his.

He was taken back. He moved his head in shock but to you, you thought that meant he didn't want you.

“Oh, shit Klitz I'm sorry I don't know what came over me. I'll just drop you off at home,” you were super embarrassed.

“What? No Y/N I'm sorry it's just that you took me by surprise. I wanted that to happen,” he was panicking and he leaned over to you and grabbed your face with both of his hands and kissed you. The kiss was deep and passionate.

You didn't want it to end so you pushed him back to his seat and swung your leg over and straddled him.

He places his hand on your hips and you take that as a sign to slowly grind into him. 

He groaned against your kiss and that turned you on so much.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth and he tasted sweet from the icee and salty front of the popcorn. He then removed his hand from your waist and was trying to find the lever to lean back. When he lifted it sent you crushing him but he didn't mind.

You detach your lips from his and sit up. He was looking up at you like you were a goddess and he could not stop admiring you.

You lift your tank top off and reveal your black lace bra, a smile appears on his face and he pulls back down and kisses you again.

He started to shift in the seat and the next thing you knew you were the one laying in the seat and he was on top of you.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist and you pulled him in for a kiss and he started to trail away from your lips and down your neck.

He nipped at your sweet spot causing you to moan and then he placed kisses along your neck. He swiftly undoes your bra and the next thing you knew was that you were topless.

A wave of embarrassment came over you and Klitz took notice. He placed his forehead on yours and whispered, “You are so fucking beautiful. Can I show you how beautiful I think you are?”

You nod with a slight whimper.

“Good girl.”

He moved the seat back so he had more room and then he peppered kisses down your chest and stomach. He slid your sweats off and then your underwear. 

Again you were embarrassed. You were completely naked in front of your best friend. He continued with the kisses and separated your legs. You were already dripping and he got even harder than before. He kissed your thighs and then started to get closer to your core. He looked up at you for approval and you nod breathlessly.

He licked up your slit and it caused you to moan loudly. He did that a few times and then circled his tongue around your clit and started to suck lightly on it. 

It drove you crazy, you snaked your hand down to the top of his head and grabbed a fistful of his hair pulling him closer to your core. 

He grazed his long fingers against your entrance and put one finger in and pumped it in and out of you curling it against your sweet spot

He started to speed up when he heard you moaning on the verge of screaming. You were blubbering his name when you came all over his face.

He took his fingers out and sucked the juices off. When he came out between your legs his glasses were fogged up, he took his glasses off and wiped them off with the bottom of his shirt.

You sat up and grabbed him so his body was between your naked legs, you undid his belt and then his pants. You shimmied him out of them and you looked up at him in awe. He was big, long, and thick. From the way he looked, you honestly never would have guessed that his dick was that perfect.

You wrapped your hands around him and slowly started to pump him but he stopped you. You looked up at him confused but he bent down to your face and whispered, “Get in the back of the car now.”

You nod and slide back there. He then also comes in the back and pulls his pants down.

You then get on your knees in the back seat and pump him into your mouth. His salty precum coated his tip and the back of your throat.

He groaned and put his hand on the back of your head forcing himself down your throat. 

Once you got him nice and coated he took you off of him and then grabbed his wallet out of his pants. He took the shiny golden packet out of the wallet and you started to get nervous.

He looked over at you, “Hey if you don't wanna do this we don't have to.”

“No, I want to. I'm just a little nervous.”

“Okay. Dont worry,” he leans over to his lightly kissing your lips, “I'll take care of you.”

He then aggressively grabs your waist and pulls you down so that you're lying flat on the back seats.

He spread your legs and finished rolling the condom on and then positioned himself at your entrance. You gave him the go-ahead and he put himself inside you. 

“Oh god baby you're so tight,” he said grunting.

He gave you a second to get used to his size and then he started to move slowly.

“Please Klitzy go fast,” you whimper.

He nods breathlessly and pounds into you. 

He was shaking the car and the only thing that can be seen from the outside is the fogged-up windows with your handprints on them.

With every thrust he made he hit your sweet spot and you knew you weren't going to last. 

You grabbed onto his shoulders for dear life. 

“Fuck K-klitz im cumming.”

“Yeah? You're gonna cum? You're gonna cum all over my cock?”

You nod with a whimper, you couldn't hold it any longer so you let go and a few moments later he came as well.

Once the two of you came down from your highs he put his pants back on and opened the car door. He stepped out of the car with the condom and walked it over to the garbage.

You sat on the edge of the back seat putting your clothes back on as you let the cool spring air come over you. He sprinted back and the two of you just smiled at each other. 

His glasses were hanging low on his nose so you pushed them back up you then cupped his face and kissed him.

You part away from the kiss, “I love you Klitzy.”

“I love you too Y/N,” he kissed you again, “How about I drive us home?”

You nod and you go to the passenger side and he slides into the driver's side.

He starts the car and drives you home.

The drive was nice and you were just staring out the window while Klitz kept glancing over at you smiling.

When you reached your home, he walked you to your front door and you opened the front door. You glance around the front of the driveway and your parent's car wasn't there. You still haven't turned your phone back on from the movie.

So when you check your text messages there was one from your mom saying that they'll be staying the night out by the winery.

You turned to him, “So Klitzy, my parents won't be home till tomorrow. Would you wanna spend the night?”

He gave you a big smile and picked you up by the waist causing you to squeal in delight. He carried you into the house and kicked the front door closed.

You went upstairs and the both of you were ready for round two.

The morning light woke him up. When he looked around he was confused about where he was and then he looked down and saw you cuddling into him.

He shimmied down so your noses were touching and he lightly kissed you awake.

You woke up smiling and he moved on to kiss your face.

“Baby I just woke up,” you whined.

“So did I. how about we skip school and just stay here all day?”

“Klitz we can't do that,” you turn to look at the alarm clock, “the guys are going to be here any minute. So we gotta get ready.” 

You sit up and swing your legs off the bed, he wraps his arms around your waist and then kisses your side.

“Klitz comes up, we gotta get  up.”

You wiggle out of his arms and start getting dressed, he groans in annoyance but gets up and gets his clothes on.

You both walked downstairs with your backpacks on and the guys were coming up the driveway.

“SO lovebirds, how was the movie?” Matt asked.

You both chuckle, “it was good,” you say and he nods in agreement.

You all pile in the car again and Eli speaks up, “Y/N I like those new neck accessories. Klitzy give those just for you?”

You look in the rearview mirror and notice all the hickies placed around your neck.

You look over at him and playfully hit him in the arm.

You started to drive off but all you could think about was how much you loved him.

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[lovelyyy-luna]

my girl, our girl

pairing: (steven grant x fem!reader (feat. marc spector x fem!reader)))

fandom: moon knight

pronouns: she/her 

type: smut

warning: kinda dom!steven, fingering, oral (fem receiving), edging, slight daddy kink, choking, being tied up, sex (p in v)

word count: 2207

date: may 1, 2022

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It's been stressful at work.

Donna has been making you finish curating some artifacts for the upcoming exhibit for the past two weeks that she forgot to mention to you, so now you had to do basically a rush job on history.

You get home in the late hours of the night. All you wanted to do was scream from annoyance and stress, but your boyfriend was sleeping in the bed in the back of the flat, and you did not want to disturb him.

You put your bag on the hook next to the door and put your shoes in the cubby.

You quickly and quietly strip down to just your underwear and put your sleep shirt on and crawl under the covers next to your boyfriend.

You hear him mumble, and in a groggy voice, you hear him say with his British accent, “Yeah, yeah, I know,” and his arms snake around your waist, pulling you close against his chest.

Knowing now, Steven was fronting, and Marc probably let him know that you were in bed.

He snuggled sleepily into your neck, leaving small kisses there.

An hour or so went by, and you couldn't fall asleep. Steven had already let go of your waist and rolled over, facing the other way.

You kept tossing and turning, and then you finally just got up out of bed and sat on the couch.

You didn't bother with the tv and just watched Gus swim around the tank. The only sound in the flat was the bubbling of the water in the tank and Steven slightly snoring in the back.

You hiked your knees up and hugged them. You placed your chin on top of them and sighed deeply.

Over back in bed, Steven was sleeping soundly, but Marc kept trying to wake him up.

He groaned a ‘what’, but you didn't hear him because your mind was fixated on the bubbling noise.

“What? What is it, Marc?” he whispered.

“Y/N is looking a bit stressed, doesn't she?”

Steven turned his head over and noticed you weren't next to him. He sat up and saw the top of your head on the couch.

“Yeah, she does. How long has she been up?”

“I don't think she fell asleep when she got in bed.”

“Oh bugger, well, I'll go make her a cuppa.”

“Woah, slow your roll, Steven. Now a cuppa is always nice, but our girl is very stressed, and I heard the best way to relieve stress is by having sex.”

He lightly scoffs, “Why does everything have to be sexual with you?”

“Hey, I'm just saying,” Marc raises his hand in defense.

Steven thinks about it, “Yeah, I guess sex is pretty relaxing.”

“Great, now that you agree, let me have control.”

“Hey, hold on. How come when it comes to sexual things, it's always you who does it?”

“Hey, you get your fair share of sex with her.”

“I know that, but I wanna make her feel good. I wanna be the one to relieve her stress.”

“Okay, buddy, if that's what you want to do, then go right ahead.”

Steven took a deep breath and walked over to you on the couch.

You saw him out of the corner of your eye and raised your head to meet his eyes. You gave him a sad smile.

He stood behind the couch, and he bent down and wrapped his arms lightly around your neck, planting kisses on top of your head and the side of your face.

“Come on, darling, let's get back in bed.”

“But I can't sleep.”

“I didn't say anything about sleeping, sweetheart,” he lightly nipped your ear and sent slight shivers down your arms.

You looked up at Steven, and he gave you a devilish smile, one you hadn't seen from him before.

He stood up straight and looked down at you, and his hand gently grazed your cheek and tilted your head up. His thumb then glides over your lips, and you slightly part them, and your tongue swirls on its tip. 

He groans, and he makes you wet.

He takes his thumb out of your mouth, and you get on your knees still on the couch. You look up at him and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you and kissing him deeply.

His hands went down your sides and then down to your ass and thighs. He gripped them harshly and pulled you up quickly, so now you were wrapped around his body.

He carried you over back to the bed and then threw you onto the bed.

You've never seen this side of Steven, and you loved it.

You propped yourself up with your elbows. He aggressively put his body between your legs and kissed you.

His tongue then entered, and you greeted him. His hands were gripping your backside, and you were pulling closer for more friction.

He knew what you wanted, so he broke the kiss and took his shirt off, and you did the same.

Once you were both stripped of your clothes, he put two of his fingers in your mouth to lube them up. You moaned when he did that and then whined when he removed them.

He then stroked your soaked slit and gently inserted his fingers in you. You hissed at the pleasure and ground yourself into him, wanting more.

He started to move and curl his fingers faster with a rhythm that threw you over the edge.

You were moaning and panting, and it was pure bliss what he was doing to you. 

As you were about to climax when he took his fingers out. Your head shot up in shock that he did that.

“What the fuck Steven?”

“What's wrong, darling? Were you close?” his voice was soft, almost mocking you, and that, for some reason, turned you on.

“You know when you're with Marc, and I’m on the other side, and I have to watch him fuck you,” he aggressively grabbed your face squeezing your cheeks together, “I get so hard when you call him that one simple name. Do you know what that name is, darling?”

You stare at him, him talking to you like that was the hottest thing you've ever seen him do to you.

“Hey!” he raised his voice, startling you, “I asked you a question, my love. What is that name?”

“Daddy?” you whisper.

“I couldn't hear you, darling?”

“Daddy,” you say just one notch up.

“Yes, daddy. How come you never call me that? Am I not aggressive,” he pins you onto the bed and kisses you for a brief second, “like him? Is that what it is?” Do you want me to be aggressive?

You nod dumbfoundedly.

“Good,” he whispers hotly into your ear.

He lets go of you, and he walks over to the edge of the bed next to the pillar and picks up the chain that he used to stop him from sleepwalking, “I think we should have so much fun with this? Don't you think so?”

You nod again, and he opens up the bracelet, and he tells you to put your hands together. Once Steven did that, you lay flat on the bed at an angle. You see Steven walk around the mattress, never taking his eyes off you, then you see him take the mirror on the other side next to where he sleeps and put it onto your side.

“Would you like if Marc watches me fuck that pretty little hole of yours?”

“Yes,” you say breathlessly.

He smiles at you and then goes again between your legs.

He spread you open with his fingers and immediately attached his mouth to your clit. His tongue swirled around it, flicking it back and forth, and then he again used his fingers and curled them into your sweet spot, causing you to buck your hips up and you pull against the restraint wanted to grab him but it was no use.

He laps your juices up and doesn't stop until you have at least your third orgasm.

He gets up from between your legs and then softly kisses your lips.

Him doing that felt like he was back to the old steven, sweet and caring.

“Did you like that, darling?”

“Mmmhmm,” was all you could get out. As he was kissing you, the tip of his dick was rubbing ever so lightly against your very sensitive nub.

He saw you moan every time he moved across you, so he decided to tease you.

He held his length and rubbed it directly on your clit.

“B-baby, Steven, please don't tease me.”

He got that evil grin back on his face, and his rough hand went around your neck. He squeezed very lightly, and your eyes lit up in pleasure. Even Marc has never done that to you in bed, and you were soaking by the second.

“Now, darling, what did you call me?”

“Uh, steven?” you choke out.

He then puts just a bit more pressure around your throat, “now that's not that name I wanna hear come out of your mouth,”

“Daddy?” you whisper.

“That's it, sweetheart, now you're getting it,” he then slips himself into you and moans.

He stays still when you start to get impatient. Steven looks at the mirror, “what do you think, Marc? Should I give it to her or make her beg?”

“Oh, you know me, Steven, I love seeing her beg,” Marc smiles down at you.

You were looking back at the mirror and only saw you and Steven, you wish you could see Marc, but you know what he said.

“You're right. I love seeing her beg,” he said, smiling back down at you, “So darling? Are you going to beg?”

“Daddy?” you cooed, “can you please fuck me? I need you to fuck me. I promise i’ll be good.”

“Oh, will you, darling? You know I don't think you will be, “ he slowly started to take himself out of you, and you began to whine with him hearing that he slammed back into you.

“Oh fuck! Ste-Daddy, please!”

He didn't stop slamming himself back into you over and over and over again until you were a blubbering mess.

“Daddy, Steven, I love you so much.”

“I -ugh, love you too, darling.”

The tip of his dick kept hitting your sweet spot, and it became almost too overwhelming. But you didn't want it to stop.

You kept pulling your arms to grab and kiss his face, but the restraints held you back, and Steven chuckled at you struggling.

His fingers then went back in your mouth, and once you wet them enough, he took them out and rubbed your clit quickly. The new sensation felt terrific, and you were on the verge of screaming with pleasure.

He then grabbed you by your waist and moved you so that your hips were on the edge of the mattress and the top of your body was dangling off. You could see yourself in the mirror, mouth agape as he pounded into you.

Steven looks up at the mirror and sees Marc palming himself through his sweats, staring down at you.

“God, Steven, you're fucking ruining her,” Marc says.

Steven smiles, looking down at you. 

He knew you were close; he could feel your walls clenching around his hard dick. He's just thinking about you cumming made him close to his orgasm.

“Daddy, please untie me. I wanna feel you when I cum.”

He nodded, and while he was still in you, he brought you back up on the bed and took the bracelet off your wrists. They were a little sore, but Steven didn't care and wanted you both to finish.

He held you close to his chest and continued to thrust into you. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and sloppily kissed him. He groaned loudly into your mouth, and the both of you came.

It felt like pure ecstasy. Once you rode down from your high, you got off and collapsed next to him.

He went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up, and then returned to the bed and cleaned you up.

You sat up on the bed and were still trying to wrap your head around what had happened. Steven handed you your sleep shirt, and he got dressed as well.

You Were still sitting up at the edge of the bed, and then you felt the mattress dip behind you, and his legs were beside yours. He held you tightly against his chest.

“Did you like that, darling? Was I going too rough? I may have gone a bit too extreme with the whole thing.”

He started to overthink, “Steven, I loved it. I did,” you looked back at him, kissed him, and whispered, “honestly, I think you've made me cum more times than Marc has.” 

Steven looked back at the mirror, and Marc gave him a look that could kill.

You were still staring at him, and when you saw his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“You wanna say that again to my face, sweetheart?” Marc's voice was rough and instantly made you wet again. “I hope you're ready for round two.

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[lovelyyy-luna]

best birthday ever

pairing: (santiago ‘pope’ garcia x fem!reader x frankie ‘catfish’ morales)

fandom: triple frontier

pronouns: she/her 

type: smut and a little fluff

warning: sex (p in v), fingering, eating out, sixty-nining, three somes

word count: 2259

date: 

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It was your birthday, and you dreaded this day. You just hated your birthday, not the getting old part but the attention that came with it. 

You like being left in the background observing.

You were sitting on the couch watching Sixteen Candles, reminiscing about your childhood, when a knock came from the door.

You got annoyed and opened the door to see your two best friends, Santi and Frankie, holding a slice of your favorite cake with a sparkler for a candle on it.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Y/N, happy birthday to you,” they both sang and chuckled. 

You just stood there blank-faced and then slammed the door in their face.

“Oh, come on, Y/N!” Frankie yelled.

They opened the door, and you were back on the couch. They put the cake in the kitchen and sat next to you.

“What? Did you not like the cake?” Santi asked.

“How did you guys figure out it's my birthday? I've known you guys for a long time, and I've never told anyone.”

“We have our ways, Mi Amor,” Frankie said, nuzzling into you playfully.

You roll your eyes, “Well, now that you've wished me a happy birthday, you can leave me alone.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N, we are taking you out tonight, so go get ready,” Santi said.

You just stay there with your eyes fixed on Molly Ringwald. The guys got up from the couch and headed over to your room, and then you had to follow them because they would snoop through everything.

You stand in your door frame as they raid your closet, discussing amongst themselves.

They were nodding and smiling when they came upon one thing in your closet.

“Here, put this on, Lovely,” Santi said as he handed you the hanger, and they both walked out of your room.

You closed your door, stripped down, and went to your drawer to find something that complimented their dress.

With everything put on, you looked at yourself in the mirror and felt beautiful.

You were nervous to show the guys. You took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked down the hall.

The guys were on the couch finishing up your movie, but their eyes quickly were fixed on you when you were in view.

Santi was just staring at you with lust-filled eyes and a visibly open mouth. Frankie had to hit Santi on the arm to make him fix his face.

Frankie stood up and grabbed one of your hands, “Give us a little spin, Lovely.”

You shyly did so, and Santi gave you a wolf whistle making you turn red.

“Okay, so are you ready to go out?” Frankie asked.

“Do I even have a choice?” you asked.

The guys looked at each other and said in sync with a smile, “Nope.”

They took you to a fancy-ish bar; it was an upgrade from the local dive bar you guys usually go to.

You sat at a table by yourself while they went to get drinks.

They were walking back with a cocktail for you, beers for them, and a round of shots for the table. Throughout the night, you kept drinking and ordering more shots.

People were dancing and having a good time on the floor, and you wanted to do that as well. When the guys went to get another refill, they saw that the table was empty. They placed the glasses on the table and scanned the bar to see you in the small crowd.

They looked at each other, smiling. You looked over at them and were motioning them to come over.

They shook their heads, but you were moving your hips to the beat of the music; you were feeling yourself without a care in the world.

After a few seconds of watching you, they looked at each other again and moved to the dance floor.

Frankie quickly got in front of you with his hands on your waist and your arms around his neck. He swayed with you close, so close that your chests were touching.

You were lost in the moment when your eyes met up with Santi, who was slowly dancing but looking at you with jealousy and neediness.

You extended your arm, and he grabbed it, kissing it up to your neck. He was behind you, and his hands were also on your waist.

Santi did not stop kissing your neck, and Frankie saw what he was doing and decided to go for your collarbone.

The music was loud enough to cover the moan that escaped your lips, but the guys heard, and their eyes locked like they were hatching a plan.

The three of you never did this. It was something you've only thought about, touching yourself at home in bed at the thought of your friends kissing you and railing you into oblivion.

“Do you want to go home, Amada?” Santi whispered into your ear.

You nodded, and it was a blur when you got into the car with them and on top of Santi while Frankie was driving.

You were practically sucking on his lips and grinding into him. You then trailed your kiss down to his neck.

“Guess our girl is eager, hey, Frankie?”

“Seems so, giving me a hard-on just by watching the two of you,” he chuckled.

You realized that Santi was getting all the attention. You got off of Santi and sat in between the two of them. You were drunk, but you knew that he had to keep his eyes on the road. 

So the tamest thing you could do was kiss his neck. You were practically on your knees on the car seat and left him hickies along your neck. Your hand closest to the steering wheel went towards his crotch, and you just started palming at him. 

You heard groans escaping his mouth. 

Santi was getting impatient and starting rubbing your already soaked panties.

Frankie was getting distracted and almost veered off the road, and he wasn't having that.

He grabbed your hand aggressively, “Sit back right now,” he said sternly.

You did as you were told and sat back against Santi. He whispered gently, “Spread those legs for me, Mamita.”

You hitched your dress up and spread your legs.

Your head was resting on his shoulder, and your eyes were fixed on Frankie.

Santi was slowly rubbing you, and your hands were holding onto him. He kept rubbing quickly, and you were moaning loud. You were squirming, and Santi kept nipping at your ear.

He moved over your panties and stuck a finger in. You moaned again as he pumped his finger in and out of you. He slowly added two, then three stretching you.

Your eyes were still fixed on Frankie. He kept looking back at you and then focusing on the road.

“Frankie,” you whined.

“Yes, Mi Vida?”

“I need you, please.”

“You already have three of Santi's fingers in you, and you want more?”

You nod pathetically.

“Such a needy girl tonight,” he said.

“It is her birthday, Frankie,” Santi said.

“Aah, that's right. Since it's her big day, we gotta give her everything she asks for.”

“Those are the rules,” Santi said, still pumping in and out.

Then the car came to a halt, and Frankie opened his side of the door; Santi took his fingers out of you, and Frankie grabbed you by your thighs, pulling you down closer to him.

You were now on your back, and the bottom half of you was fully exposed. You grabbed your legs, pulling them up to your chest. Frankie bent over and aggressively started sucking on your already sensitive clit.

You started to moan loudly in your driveway. You didn't care if your neighbors heard; you wanted them to hear. Just the thought of them coming outside to see what was happening made you wet by the second.

You didn't realize you were closing your eyes until you heard Santi say, “Open those pretty eyes for me, Lovely. I wanna see how good Frankie makes you feel.”

The way he talked to you made you almost combust on the spot.

You then felt Frankie stick two fingers in your soaking hole and curl up to meet your sweet spot. You were a moaning blubbering mess.

It didn't take long for you to squirt all over Frankie's face and fingers; with his attention to your clit and Santi’s praising, it was hard not to.

You caught your breath, and the guys looked at each other, smiling. You put your legs down and sat up, you got a little light-headed, and Frankie extended his hand, and you got out of the car.

The three of you walked up the driveway and into your home and quickly went into your bedroom.

You took off your dress and everything under it and sat on the bed. The guys took their clothes off as well.

It was like a dream come true, but now that you were all in the light, you got shy because you remembered that you were all friends. What is going to happen tomorrow morning? Were you all going to forget what happened and go on with your life? 

“What's going on in that pretty little mind of yours, Lovely?” Frankie asked as he sat behind you, kissing your neck and rubbing your sensitive nipples.

“I dont wanna ruin the moment,” you nervously chuckle.

“Nonsense communication is key to Mi Amor. What is it?” Sant asked, standing in front of you, lifting your chin to meet his eyes.

You take a deep breath, “What will happen to us after this?”

“Well, I and Frankie both like you, and we had an idea of maybe us all being together? Us sharing you?”

“Really?” your eyes lit up.

“Yeah, if that's what you want as well.”

You nod your head, and both of them smile. Frankie whispers in your ear, “Good. Now lay back and let Santi fuck you.”

You do as he says and lays back. Your head was closer to the edge of the bed. In the middle of the mattress, Santi spread your legs open and placed himself at your entrance.

“You ready, Mi Amor?” Santi asks.

“Fucking ruin me, Santi.”

“You heard her, Santi. Fucking ruin her,” Frankie said, bending down to your face and kissing its side.

Santi slowly entered into you, teasing you, and sunk into you. You held back a groan, but Frankie was in your ear praising you.

Santi was slamming into you, not holding back, and again you were a mess.

“You're doing such a good job, honey. Do you like feeling his big dick in your tiny hole? Does it feel good?” Frankie asked, cooing at you.

All you could do was nod and hum.

Santi threw your legs over his shoulder and pulled you into him, hovering over you. The new angle was pure heaven, and he was looking down at you biting his lip and moaning.

He was close, you could tell, and he didn't want to be, so he pulled out, and he and Frankie switched.

Frankie was on top of you and again whispered, “Flip over, Mamita.”

You did as you were told and flipped over, lifting your ass in the air and putting your face in the mattress. Santi then aggressively grabbed your face.

When he did that, Frankie entered himself into you, causing you to gasp and roll your eyes in the back of your head. Santi then kissed you while Frankie pounded into you.

Santi then moved his arm under you to your clit and started to rub you fast.

You were moaning and on the verge of screaming.

“S-Santi,” you moan.

“Yeah?”

“I wanna taste you, please.”

He smiles and flips over, he slides under you, and his cock is right near your lips, and you grab it and start pumping him in your mouth.

He grabbed your hips, lowered you to his lips, and attached them to your clit.

With all those sensations of Frankie pounding you and Santi sucking on you, you knew you weren't going to last.

You detached your mouth from his dick to moan loudly, but Frankie slams your head back onto Santi.

Frankie was moaning, and he was close, as were you and Santi.

Then it was pure bliss and all of your fell undone. Frankie came in, filling you up, and Santi came all down your throat.

You swallowed him and plopped on Santi and Frankie's side, cuddling into them.

You were all out of breath, and every time you tried to close your legs, you hissed at the overstimulation caused by Santi.

You started to get sleepy, and then the guys got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean themselves up. Frankie came back with a towel and cleaned you up. 

He spread your legs and cleaned up what was still spilling out. 

After he was done, you sat up, put on your shirt, and got under the blanket. The guys came back into the room and just stared at you, admiring how beautiful you looked.

They shut off the lights and went into bed with you. 

Your back was towards Santi, and he had his arms wrapped around your waist; Frankie was facing you, stroking your face.

“Did you have a good birthday Mi Vida?” Frankie asked.

You mumbled close to him, “best birthday ever.”

He chuckled and kissed your cheek goodnight.

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preciosa

pairing: (santiago “pope” garcia x fem!reader)

fandom: triple frontier

pronouns: she/her 

type: smut

warning: drinking, fighting, eating out, squirting, sex (PinV)

word count: 1645

a/n: okay so the readers' nickname is Lovely. And also even though I am Mexican I failed both of my Spanish classes in high school so I apologize for the one sentence in Spanish.

date: april 25, 2022

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You stumbled up the stairs to your home with Santi behind you. He assured the rest of the group that you were in good hands.  

You were in great hands, his hands that you fantasized around your neck. 

You walked to the couch collapsing on the edge. You look up to see Santi staring down at you, his lips curled up into a smile.

Those lips you think about a million times a day on yours.

“What's on that pretty mind of yours, Lovely?” He asked. 

You chuckle at what you wanted to say but instead, “Nothing just thinking about how I want you to…” he raised his eyebrows.

How I want you to take my clothes off and fuck me right here on my couch.

“…to get me a glass of water.”

He nods at your request and goes to your kitchen.

You decide to go to your room and get ready for bed.

You take your shoes off then you slip your clothes off. Just left in your bra and underwear you go looking for your sleep shirt. You walk into your bathroom and look under the towels but can’t seem to find it. Then you finally remembered you were rushing out the door this morning and threw your shirt on the couch as you were getting your work clothes on.

You could’ve put on something but you were drunk and forgot that Santi was in your home. You casually walked out of your room and went on your couch and found your sleep shirt. You slipped it on and then you hear a low groan come from a few feet behind you.

You jump slightly at the noise and see Santi with a glass of water and a plate of what looks like grilled cheese.

“I, um, made you a grilled cheese thought you were looking hungry but maybe you were just, um, tired?”

“I'm not all that tired, just wanted to get comfy,” you sat on the couch and your shirt rose a little revealing your underwear.

He walked over to you and he put the things on the coffee table and sat on the other side of the couch.

“Why are you so far away?” you whined.

“I'm sorry Lovely. Why don't you come over closer to me?”

You knew what game he was playing but you were drunk and wanted to play.

You started to crawl across the long part of the couch with one hand in front of the other. You could tell that he was staring down your shirt. You probably looked like an idiot but you didn't care and he was just looking at you smiling.

You reached him and your noses were touching, your eyes were getting heavy with wanting a kiss but then before anything could happen your hand slips off the couch and you fall between your couch and coffee table.

You looked up at him squished and the both of you started laughing.

“Santi, can you please help me up?”

He got up from the couch and went to you and helped you up.

Once you got up you were just staring at him full of lust. You didn't know if he was just playing a game with you or if he wanted you. You were scared to get rejected because if you are, it was going to be awkward at work and with the guys.

Still staring at each other his hand slowly raises to your face and moves a few strands of hair out of your face. When his hand met your skin he made your breath stutter.

“How about we go to bed, huh, Lovely?”

You nod at him and follow him back to your room. 

You lay on your bed stretching your arms out causing your shirt to expose your stomach. He stared at you smiling.

“Well aren't you going to join me?” you ask, smiling sweetly.

“I think I'm going to sleep on the couch.”

A frown instantly went across your face, “But why?”

“Because you're drunk Lovely.”

You get up on your knees on your bed, “But I know what I want and I want you Santi,” your voice was soft and he couldn't resist you.

He walked to the bed and your face met up with his, noses touching, and finally, your lips crashed into each other. Your tongues explore each other and his teeth graze your bottom lip and then he viciously bites it causing you to groan.

When he lets go of your lip he pushes you back on the bed and dives straight in between your legs.

Nipping at your thighs and his thumb roughly rubs over your clothed nub. You moan in pleasure and he couldn't help but take notice. 

Then he ripped your underwear off and the cool air hit you and then he licked a long stripe on your slit and wrapped his lips around your clit, his teeth slowly grazed against your bundle of nerves and his tongue swirled around it. He was only doing it for a short time but you quickly became undone.

Your hand grasped his curls and pulled him closer to your center.

Your juices flowed out of you and all over his face. He finally detached from you and his face was soaked. He smiled at the masterpiece he created.

He leaned over you and your lips met once again. You tasted yourself on his lips and it was the most delicious thing you've ever tasted.

He moved his lips down your neck and up to your ear whispering to you to turn over.

You were happy to do so and then your ass in the air you waited for him to ruin you. 

You've never actually seen how big he was and wanted it to be a surprise for you. He dragged his fingers over your slit and gathered what he could to lube himself up.

He positioned himself at your entrance and he eased the tip in. You moaned with pain and pleasure, you grabbed at the sheets and he slowly sunk himself into you.

He gave you a few seconds for you to adjust to him and gave him the go-ahead.

He started at a steady pace and you snaked your hand down to your clit wanting more friction. 

You could feel your second orgasm coming and he can tell. 

He violently flipped you over on your back, he threw your legs over his shoulder and made your knees meet your shoulders. He was so deep in you, that the curvature of his cock hit your sweet spot just right.

With every thrust it made you scream in pleasure.

His hand wrapped around your neck and slightly put pressure on your throat. His other hand vigorously rubbed against your clit.

All the sensations became too much for you.

You started saying curses and praises in languages you learned on your tours, they all just rolled off your tongue and it made him harder. 

Tears rolled down your cheek and then while thrusting in you he whispered, “Eres toda mia, Preciosa.”

‘You're all mine, Lovely.’

His words made you cum on command and you felt him fill you up and once the two of you came down from your high he fell next to you.

You looked over at him and he looked over at you. You smile.

He gets up from the bed and walks to your bathroom. He comes back with a towel and gently wipes your legs and leaves kisses between your thighs.

He goes back to the bathroom to hang up your towel, when he comes back you were already under the covers asleep.

He turns off the lights and crawls under the covers with you. His arms wrap around your waist and fall asleep cuddling into you.

When you woke up, you found that you were in bed alone. Your head was killing you, you looked at your nightstand and there was a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water.

You took the medicine and went to the bathroom to wash your face to wake you up.

After the cool water hits your face you look at yourself in the mirror. There were bruises and hickies all over your neck and chest. You don't remember him leaving them but they were there.

You throw on your sleep shirt and shorts and go out through the hall. The smell of coffee and burnt toast went through the air.

When you came into the kitchen he was trying to cook breakfast. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist and it scared him a little bit.

“Watcha doing Santi?”

“I'm trying to make you some eggs, but they keep sticking to the pan,” he said with some frustration.

“Well I think that's because you don't have any butter in the pan.” you move him over and get a new pan and make breakfast the proper way.

The only thing out of breakfast he got right was the coffee. It was delicious.

You sit next to him on the couch and drink your coffee. 

You break the silence, “So, I think we should talk about last night.”

He nods, “I don't want this to be just a one-night thing.”

You were a little shocked at his response, “really?”

“Yeah, I mean, Lovely, I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you beat up that guy in the mess hall back in boot camp.”

You both laugh at the memory.

You smile at him, “I love you too Santi.”

“Really?” he asked.

You move over to straddle him, “How about I go show you how much I love you?”

You didn't have to tell him twice he picked you up and took you to your bedroom.

It was one of the best mornings of your life.

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unhinged {pt.1}

this fic is going to have moon knight ep.6 spoilers so if you haven't seen it please don't read. you have been warned everything below will be at your own risk.----

pairing: (jake lockley x fem!reader)

fandom: moon knight

pronouns: she/her

type: idk violence??

warning: guns, killing

word count: 970

a/n: so the deity Apophis, from my research, is either male and female or neither, so I just use they/them pronouns for them. If any of you know more about this deity or know of a reliable website for egyptology, please let me know.

date: may 7, 2022

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It was a cold night, well morning, in New york. You stepped out of the club for a breather, but you decided to call a cab.

The dress you were wearing was shorter than you liked, but your girlfriends convinced you to wear it. You didn't want to go out tonight, but they are pretty convincing. Clubbing for you was too overwhelming; you would have been happy just staying at home watching a lousy reality show. 

A white limo pulled up to the front of the building, and one of the bouncers from the club opened the car door for you.

You stepped in, and he closed it. The window that separated you and the driver rolled down.

“Where am I taking you, sweetheart?” His New York accent was rough and captivating.

“Oh, um, corner of Cooper square and East fourth, please.”

You sat back and just relaxed.

“So you live in NOHO? Must have a rich father, am I right?” he said, looking back at you in the rearview mirror.

You chuckle, “Yeah. I am the product of an affair of a super social elitist, and he bought me an apartment and gives me a monthly allowance as hush money.”

“Shit, really?”

“Yup, as you can tell, I have major daddy issues,” you say sarcastically.

He laughed at your comment, and the rest of the ride was quiet.

He pulled up to the corner, “Well, here we are, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you were bent down, shuffling over to the rolled window, and he was looking down your dress through the rearview mirror.

“Here you go,” you say, handing him some money.

“Nah, just keep it.” 

You give him a weird look, “Are you even from New York? What kind of cabbie does not accept money from his fare?” you shuffle through your purse and pull out some more bills, “Now you use this and buy the missus something nice.”

You reach through and put the money in his jacket pocket.

You exit the limo and walk to your gate.

“Hey sweetheart, I don't have a missus!” he yelled from the driver's side.

“Okay? Then go buy yourself something nice, sweetheart!” you yelled back, giving him a wink.

You walk through your gate laughing.

He was laughing as well, but the smile disappeared when he saw a man follow behind him before the gate door closed.

He quickly took action.

He went up the gate, took his gun out and his silencer, and shot it open.

He walked into the building and saw that the elevator door was closing. He saw the man standing next to you.

You looked over at the man and gave him a friendly smile. He gave one back.

You were on the 13th floor, and you exited the shaft as he did as well. You went down the hallway, and he went the opposite way.

You never paid attention to the other tenants in the building, so you thought nothing of it when we went to his door. You swore an older lady lived there, but you could have been mistaken.

You got your key out and opened the door. It all happened so quickly, he pushed you into your apartment, and you tripped over your heels, falling to the hardwood.

The man took out his gun and aimed it at you. You looked up at him and laughed, and he just gave you a strange worried look.

It was only 2 minutes later when the door to your apartment opened, and the cabbie was looking at you in awe; he had his gun drawn but put it away when he saw that you were covered in blood.

“Hey sweetheart are you okay?” he asked, very concerned.

In a calm tone, you answered, “Yeah, why wouldn't I be?”

“I saw the guy follow after you after I dropped you off; he didn't hurt you?”

“No, of course not,” you smile sweetly at him, “Aww were you worried about me?”

“Well, you're my fare, and I wouldn't be a good cabbie if I let you go home knowing you might get hurt.”

You walked towards him, stroking the outside hem on his jacket, “Do you do this for all of your fares?”

“Only the pretty ones and those that tip me a lot,” he chuckles, and you do the same.

“Well, you didn't have to come and try to save me. As you can probably tell, I can handle myself.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Are you sure you aren't hurt?”

“Yes, I'm sure.”

The body of the man was on the floor, groaning and twitching.

“Do you wanna do the honors?” 

He gave you a wicked grin, “You are absolutely unhinged,”

“So are you.”

“You know nothing about me, sweetheart.”

“Well, I know that a similar being tethers you and me. How good is your Egyptian mythology?”

He shrugs, “as decent as the next guy.”

“Well, in Egyptian mythology, there is a deity known as Apophis. They were known as The Great Serpent. They embodied chaos. And I am their avatar.”

“You're an avatar?” he asked with relief.

You nod.

“How did you know I'm an avatar?”

“The gods get very loud when there are others around.”

“You can hear them?”

“Yes. They are everywhere. If you open yourself to them, they can set you free.” you essay in a hushed tone.

You were close to the cabbie; the smell of cheap cigarettes and previous brown liquor stained him. Noses were barely touching when I asked him your question.

“Who are you?”

He looked deep into your eyes, pulled his gun out of his jacket pocket, and aimed it at the dying man on the floor, he pulled the trigger, and the only noise in your home was the man's last breath.

“I'm Jake Lockley.”

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[lovelyyy-luna]

cantina nights

pairing: (poe dameron x fem!reader)

fandom: star wars

pronouns: she/her 

type: fluff

warning: no warnings that I can think of, but please let me know if I did miss anything

word count: 1870

a/n: this reader is fucking clueless, and I love it. Basically, me in high school.

a a/n: happy may the fourth! yes, im posting like 10 mins before the fifth. I had work :/

date: may 4, 2022

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It was your lunch break, and you decided to see Rose. But when you got down to where she was stationed, she wasn’t there, so you decided to check up in the lunchroom.

You scanned the room and heard an excited whir from your favorite droid, BB-8. You saw him roll towards you and looked up to see Poe waving you over.

You followed the droid and sat across from Poe. Rey, Finn, and Rose were already having a conversation but quickly gave you some hellos when you sat down and returned to their conversation.

You and Poe ate your food quietly. You weren't paying attention when your friends communicated with Poe to talk to you with their eyes.

You saw him out of the corner of your eye, shaking his head.

When you focused back on him, he gave you an embarrassed smile, and you smiled back at him.

“So Y/N, I wondered if you wanted to come out to the cantina tonight? There's going to be music, dancing, and drinking. Thought it might be fun to get off the station and relax.”

You smiled at his offer, “Yeah! That'll be fun!” you turned your head over towards your friends, “Now I can finally see how good a dancer Finn is,” Finn looked over when he heard his name, “Also am looking forward to a rematch with Rey and Rose on how many shots either of us can take in a single sitting.”

Poe kept looking back and forth between you and the group, stuttering.

You look down at your watch and see that your break is almost up, “Okay, well, I gotta get back to work. I will see you later tonight! It's going to be fun!”

You get up from the table with your tray and head back to your station. 

“So you asked her out?” Finn questioned.

“Yes,” Poe replied.

“But she thought it was a group hang out?” Rey asked.

“Yes! I don't know how many times I need to explain it!” Poe explained.

“Listen, I love Y/N. She's a great person, an amazing engineer but her grasp on social cues are not the best,” Rose chimed in.

“You guys are gonna still come, right?” Poe asked.

“You want us there? I thought maybe you could just tell her we couldn't make it,” Finn suggested.

“I mean, it's not ideal for your friends to join you on a first date, but I don't wanna just ambush her with just me showing up.”

They all agreed and went on with their shift.

Night finally came, and you were back in your shared room with Rose. 

You put on a dress you found at a mid-day market on Ajan Kloss. The dress was flowy and perfect for dancing.

The door to your room opened, and Rose smiled at you and collapsed on her bed.

“So Rose, I know you aren't a dress kinda gal, but you have to wear these pants,” you get up from the chair and go to her closet and pick out what you want her to wear,  “They are so comfy and perfect for you.”

“Y/N?” Rose spoke.

“Yeah?”

“You remember you told me you had a crush on Poe?”

You hum a yes while putting on your heels. 

“Well, what if I told you he also has a crush on you?”

You nervously scoff, “Shut up. He does not.”

“He does, and he wants to go on a date with you.”

“What?” you say, very shocked, “When?”

“Tonight.”

“Well, that's kinda dumb. Why would he wanna ask me out on a date when we all have plans for the cantina?”

“Hun,” she said in a concerning tone.

“What?”

“Hun,”

“W-what?” you began to process everything in your mind more thoroughly, “Oh, did I misunderstand something again.”

“Yeah, but it's okay! I'll let the others know, and you guys can go on a date.” Rose said reassuringly.

“Wait! What if I misunderstand something again and ruin everything.”

“Hun, that won't happen. You'll do fine.”

“But remember what happened with Kiredish?”

“Yeah, yeah, that was bad. But that was with Kiredish, and this is Poe Dameron. You've liked him for three years, and this is your chance to make your move.”

You nod at what she says. She bids you good luck and walks out of the room.

You wait a couple of minutes until you get the message that Poe was waiting for you.

You walk out of the base and see that he is waiting for you. He looked very handsome, and you made sure to tell him that.

He blushed at your compliment, “Well you look beautiful as always. Um, so the guys aren't coming. I hope that's okay if you still wanna go drinking and dancing.

“Of course, I still wanna go. It's gonna be fun.”

You smile, and you both start to walk down to the cantina.

The walk was short, but the scenery on the planet was beautiful. You were looking at your surroundings while he was staring at you.

You get to the cantina and walk to a table next to the dance floor.

Poe pulled out the chair for you, and you sat down and scootched in.

“I'll go get us some drinks. You like the Twi’lek Izzy drink, right?”

Oh, my maker, he's so cute he remembered your drink, “Yup.”

He smiled and went to the bar top.

He came back and handed you your drink. You took a few sips, and then there was silence. Knowing that this was a date, you had no clue what to talk about.

You guys are good friends; you know what you need to know about each other.

“So, how's your drink?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“It's perfect. Do you know when the dancing is going to begin?”

The band was already in full swing, “I think it starts when we get out there.'' He stood up from his seat and extended his arm out to you.

“What? We can't just go out there!” you say in a panicked manner, “People will be looking at us.”

“So? We don't know these people. Come on, Y/N.”

You slowly put your hand in his and walk a few steps so that the two of you are in the center of the floor.

The music was light, and the rhythm flowed through the two of you. You kept feeling all of the eyes of the bar patrons fall onto you. You were looking around, and then you got tense. Poe felt that and he pulled you close, your noses were barely touching, and he  whispered, “Hey, don't pay attention to them. Keep your eyes on me,” he then moved to whisper in your ear, “just pretend that we are the only two people left on this planet.”

The thought of just the two of you alone made you relax. He led you in the dance, and that's when others joined, and then the music got quicker and more festive.

It was like a club in there, and before you knew it, you got out of breath and needed a minute to collect yourself.

“That was fun!” you saw out of breath.

“O told you so,” he said with a grin.

You stuck your tongue out, and he sat down next to you. You and he watched the people dance and have a good time. 

You scootched closer to him and put your head on his shoulder. 

“Hey,” he said, and you lifted your head, “how about we go outside?”

You nod and follow his lead. The night air was cool and crisp; it was just beautiful. You went up to the railing and leaned against it.

He noticed you shiver, and without thinking, he put his jacket on your shoulders.

“Oh, you didn't have to do that,” you smile, looking at his jacket.

“You were cold. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't do that,”

You chuckle slightly at his comment.

Again you get closer to him and put your head on his shoulder.

You were quiet for a few minutes and then had to get something off your chest.

“Poe?”

“Yeah?”

I apologize for the misunderstanding. I've never been good at picking up on those types of things. I almost got engaged to a guy I thought was my friend for three years, but everyone else knew we were dating.

“Wow, that's… I don't even know how to respond to that,” he chuckles.

“Yeah. I just wanted you to know that I like you and have the best time ever.”

“Really?” he asked, looking over at you.

“Yeah! The dancing and the drinking are great.” you laugh, looking back at him.

“I think that there's something that can make this night just a little better.”

“Like what?”

He was staring at you and slowly leaned in closer to you, you got what he was doing and leaned toward him, and your lips lightly touched.

His lips were a little rough, but once he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, his lips melted against yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. He then breaks the kiss, and you couldn't help but giggle.

“I wish we could just freeze time and stay here forever,” he whispers.

“I wish that too. But it is getting late; we should go back to the base,” your voice was sad, and he heard that.

The two of you were walking back to base, and while you were walking, he went off course for a short second and then ended up at the front of the base alone. You wait for just a second and see Poe jog towards you.

“I know we can't freeze time, but maybe this is something you can remember tonight,” he handed you a flower. It was one of the native ones to the planet. It was beautiful; even with it being out of the ground, the petals were still pulsating and alive.

You smiled at the gift, and he walked you back to your room.

“I had a fun time, Poe.”

“I did too, Y/N,” he leaned down and kissed you; he cupped your face and pushed you against the wall. Your hand wrapped around his wrists, holding him close to you.

Lost in the moment, you didn't see General Organa walk past, but she made herself known by cleaning her throat. And the two of you, like teenagers, broke the kiss, and both of you were full of embarrassment.

The two of you looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Well, I should get back to my room before General Organa rips me a new one,” he laughs.

“Yeah, “ you smile.

“Good night, y/n,” he kissed you on the cheek and walked down the hallway looking back at you every few seconds until you were out of sight.

You sigh happily and open the door. To your surprise, the lights were on, and Rey and Rose were sitting in her bed smiling at you, waiting to hear all about it.

Coincidentally when Poe got back to his room, Finn and BB-8 were waiting for the same thing.

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unhinged {pt.2}

fandom: moon knight

fic summary: the reader and Jake are unhinged. Let's see how far chaos can take them

chapter summary: y/n wants to make their relationship more interesting.

pronouns: she/her

warning: killing, blood, stabbing, making out, mentions of harassment.

word count: 1788

a/n: jake may be murderous, but he respects women.

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“Who are you?”

He looked deep into your eyes, pulled his gun out of his jacket pocket, and aimed it at the dying man on the floor, he pulled the trigger, and the only noise in your home was the man's last breath.

“I'm Jake Lockley.”

Days after you met Jake Lockley, he was the only thing on your mind.

You did your usual day, slept, and got drunk at the club. You were having fun until a cocky asshole of a guy came up to you and some other girls and started harassing you.

The guy kept brushing his hands up your sides and trying to kiss you. He then saw someone new to bother, so you slipped out to the back of the club.

With everything swimming in your mind, you hatched a plan. A fucking perfect plan, and you decided to call Jake.

The line was ringing, and you got butterflies in your stomach.

“Hello?” His voice was rough and perfect.

“Jake?”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “I wondered when you would call me.”

“Well, I know you're a busy guy and didn't want to distract you from your work.”

“Oh, please, my schedule will always be open for you.”

You blush at his comment.

“What were you calling for, hon? Just wanna hear my voice?”

Your cheeks burn up pink, “That might be part of it, but I wondered if you wanted to meet up.”

“Of course. Where did you have in mind?”

“Back-alley of Club Lazarus?”

“Perfect, I'll be there in a bit.” 

After the two of you hung up, on his end, he had his gun pointed at the temple of some sleazy politician, who was whimpering and crying for help, but with one pull of a trigger, all was silent, and Jake fixed himself and went to his car.

You waited patiently in the back; then, you heard the low rumble at the end of the alleyway. The car comes up just a few feet away from you, and the headlights turn off. 

Then the shadow of a man emerged from the driver's side and got into the back.

Your head shot back to the ping coming from your phone. Jake's message was: ‘come on over, sweetheart.’

That nickname he gave you made you melt. You put a pep in your step like a giddy school girl and walk to the white car.

You open the door, poke your head in, and see him in the corner of the darkness. You step in and take a seat right across from him.

Usually, you were so confident and bold, but you felt so vulnerable in this setting with this man.

“Why are you so far away, sweetheart? You know I won't bite,” his smile could be seen in the darkness, “unless you want me to,” he pats his lap, calling you over.

You go over and sit right in his lap. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in close.

He takes a deep breath inhaling your scent, “So why did you call me? Not that I don't enjoy hearing your voice,” his other hand grazes your thigh.

His touch against your bare skin sent chills across your body, and he noticed.

“Well, I had a little proposition if you were interested.”

“As long as it involves you, I'll always be interested,” he nuzzled sweetly into your neck, planting kisses there.

You giggle at his bold move, “That's good to know. So,” you took a deep breath, “you know how we both enjoy a little killing?”

His lips curl into a smile, and he nods.

“What if we do it together?”

“You wanna kill people together?” 

“Yeah. Well, not just any people. The rich and entitled people.”

“Are you sure this has nothing to do with your daddy issues?”

You chuckle, “It might have a little to do with that, but what do you say?”

“How can I say no to you, sweetheart?” he rubs his nose gently against your, “When do we start?”

“Right now, if you're up for it.”

He nods devilishly.

“Perfect, you wait here, and I'll be right back,” you quickly give him a peck on the cheek and return to the club.

He got himself ready and went back to the driver's side of his car and waited.

Around 10 minutes later, he sees you stumble out of the club with some random guy who is all over you.

He took a deep annoyed breath and tried to calm himself.

You and the guy were laughing, and he could not stop touching you everywhere. Even though you didn't like it, you looked at Jake, who was staring at you through the rearview mirror, and you could see the jealousy flow through him.

He started the car, and you ended up at your apartment in a few minutes. You got out of the vehicle, and the guy pulled out his wallet and just threw a bunch of hundreds at Jake through the partition window.

You opened the gate and looked back at Jake, and he shut the car off.

You make it to your apartment, and he takes you straight into your bedroom. 

You and he were making out, and you whispered, “can we try something?”

He nods pathetically, and you go to your closet and pull out handcuffs, not just those frilly weak ones but actual police-grade handcuffs.

“Wow, kinky,” he says, “so you want me to cuff you?”

“Oh no, baby, I wanna cuff you. Unless you're not comfortable with your masculinity,” you say mockingly.

“Hell no. Cuff me.”

He gets up closer to your bedposts, and you put the cuffs on his wrists and ankles.

You start to strip off your dress and are just left in your lingerie. The stranger in your bed looked at you like he was hungry. You looked at him in the same manner but for different reasons.

Then there was a knock at the front door; you giggled with excitement.

“Who's that?” he asks nervously.

“Oh, I invited a friend. I hope you don't mind.”

“Not at all; the more, the merrier,” he says.

You walk over to the door and open it.

“God, you are beautiful,” Jake says, lifting your chin and kissing you, “so who do we have in the bedroom?”

You grab his hand, lead him over to the couch, and sit down.

“So from what I gathered, his name  is Hunter MacKenzie; he is a regular at the club who harasses women, including me, and-”

“Whoa, hold on, he harassed you?” he stops you, stands up, flicks his knife out, and walks to the bedroom.

“What the fuck?!” Hunter said from your bedroom.

You smiled at how chivalrous Jake was being and went to the bedroom to see what he would do.

Jake was standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at the cuffed person to your bed.

“Who the fuck is this guy?”

“This is my friend,” you say innocently.

“What the fuck is going on? Let me go!”

You chuckle at his begging.

Hunter kept staring at you, and then his focus shifted when Jake cleared his throat and walked around closer to his head. Jake grabbed his face holding his mouth open, and stuffed it with a cloth in his pocket. 

After doing so, he walked back to where you were standing.

“Now,” Jake started to get worked up, “I'm a pretty horrible guy. Look, you're tied to a bed, and we're about to kill you,” he chuckles.

Hunter looks wide-eyed at the two of you and starts to squirm.

“Hey!” Jake's voice echoed throughout your apartment, making Hunter stop on command, even causing you to flinch but at the same time turned on.

“Now, even though I'm pretty terrible, I have never touched a girl without her permission. People like that are the scum of the earth, and the gods themselves have tasked us to rid us of the scum, starting with you.”

Jakes looks longingly over at you, “Mi Amor, would you like the honors?” he handed you his knife, and you took it with joy.

You crawl onto the bed and straddle Hunter. You take his knife and lightly drag it on his chest, and then at the bottom of his sternum, you place the tip right on there, and then with your hand wrapped tightly around the handle, you slowly sink the knife into him. He screams with pain.

You got off him, and the knife was still in him, and you just watched his stomach twitch up and down. 

You grabbed the handle once more and quickly took it out of his stomach, and again he screamed in pain.

With the power of Apophis flowing through you, you felt chaos all around you and repeatedly stabbed in his chest until you were tired. Blood spurted all across your body and felt like pure ecstasy.

You turned around with the knife in your hand and wiped the now warmed blade across your chest, cleaning it as best as possible for Jake.

You hand the knife back, and he takes it, “you all done, princessa?”

You nod, and he takes it and goes back to Hunter.

You watched as Jake took the knife, stabbed him, and cut him until his last breath. It was a glorious sight.

Jake walked up to you and kissed you. The kiss was passionate and intense. You can taste the blood all over his face mixed between your tongues. 

He grabbed you harshly by your waist and picked you up, and threw you on the bed next to Hunter's now lifeless body.

The rest of the night was a blur; you woke in bed with fresh sheets, and Hunter was nowhere to be seen. You walk over to your en suite and look in the mirror.

You had one of your shirts on, and when you took it off, there were red splatters stained to your body, along with semi permanent marking on your neck.

You turned the handle to the shower and stepped in, embracing the piping hot water on your skin.

Once cleaned, you put on some fresh clothes, walked into your kitchen, and saw that Jake got your coffee with a bagel and schmear.

You gladly take your breakfast food and go to the couch where he reads the paper.

“Morning,” you say with a smile and plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Good morning, dear. Do you sleep well?”

“Yeah. um, where's Hunter?”

“Oh, I already took care of him and got rid of your sheets. Luckily you have a closet full of them; who are you, Patrick Bateman?” he chuckles.

“Basically,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee, “I had a perfect time last night.”

You move the paper from his hand and straddle him, “When can we do it again?”

“Wow, you are so eager, Mi Amor.”

You stare lustfully into his eyes, and he stares back.

The chaos was just beginning for the two of you.

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spring break

pairing: (jonathan levy x fem!reader)

fandom: scenes from a marriage

pronouns: she/her 

type: smut

warning: jonathan being kinda a weirdo (watching reader on camera), masturbation, toys, squirting

word count: 1810

a/n: have I actually seen this? No. but ive seen edits on tik tok.

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You loved your side job. It consisted of babysitting the sweetest little girl, Ava.

And another bonus was seeing her very attractive father, Jonathan Levy.

You were in your last year of college, and you had just finished one of your classes just before spring break. You picked up Ava from her daycare and took her to Jonathan's house to pack what she needed for her mom's.

It's only been a couple of months since Jonathan and his now ex-wife Mira divorced. Since their separation, you were still a part of their lives, so you agreed to commute between them not to mess up Ava's routine drastically.

You were packing up Ava in your car when Jonathan came out.

“Here you go, honey,” he said, handing Ava one of her stuffed animals that you knew if she realized she didn't have it, she would meltdown in the car.

“Wow, I can't believe I missed that.”

“It happens. Y/N, there is something I've been meaning to ask you.”

You turn around and face him. He was standing so close to you. The smell of his morning coffee stained his scent, and you could hear the stutter in his breath.

You hum for him to continue with his thoughts.

“Oh, um, could you maybe house sit for me for a couple of days? I'm going to a conference just a couple of towns over. It'll be for tonight till Monday morning.”

“Yeah, of course. That's perfect. I have a paper due after break, so it'll be nice to get some peace and quiet.”

“Perfect, just come back after dropping Ava off.”

“Will do, boss,” you say, giving him a cheesy salute.

He chuckled and went back into his house. You watched as he walked away; he was so handsome and sweet you didn't understand why Mira would divorce him.

It wasn't like you hated Mira; she was a pretty good mom. You just hated what she did to him. You remember when they had their big fight, and he got drunk and called you. Yes, it was inappropriate, but he and you were good friends and just wanted to comfort him. To this day, he doesn't remember.

Once you clipped Ava in, you started the car and dropped her off at Mira's.

You unpacked your car and started to fill up Mira's car.

“Where are you guys heading again?” you ask, playing Tetris with the luggage.

“Just to visit my parents for the break.”

“That's right. Well, I hope you have a safe flight.”

Mira smiles, thanking you, and you give your hugs to Ava.

You go in your car, and Mira picks Ava up, waving goodbye to you.

You stopped by your dorm to grab your papers.

“So Y/N, you coming over to Kyles for the kickoff?” your roommate Sonia asked.

“Nah, Mr. Levy asked if I could house sit for him.”

She groaned in annoyance, “Ugh, Mr. Levy, this, Mr. Levy, that. Are you going to fuck him?”

“Excuse me?”

“God, Y/N, you've talked about this man for three years. And your wish finally came true. He got divorced; he's obviously single, so go after him.”

“I can't do that, Sonia, he's still in his mourning period, and I doubt he even likes me that way.”

“Remember when I picked you up from his house? You dropped your textbook on the ground, and when you bent down to pick it up, he was staring at your ass. Then we both made eye contact, and he looked at me like he had just been caught. Believe me. He likes you in that way.”

You said your goodbyes to her and then went back to his house.

Once up the driveway, you opened the door and saw him running around trying to find something.

“Hey, Mr. Levy, I'm back.”

“Hey Y/N, and for the last time, call me Jonathan.”

You mouth sorry and smile, “What are you looking for?”

“My watch. I swear I just had it. And now I'm going to be late because of it,”

He went on, and you went into the half bath, and it was sitting near the sink. You walked back out and handed it to him.

He smiles with relief, “Honestly, what would I do without you.”

He walks away, fitting the watch back on his wrist.

“Okay, give you some pizza money on the counter, and I believe you know the rest,” he grabbed his bag heading to the door, “and if anything happens, just remember I'm a couple of towns over, so call me any time.”

You nod, and he says goodbye getting into his car.

You lock up behind him and get started on your paper.

The paper didn't take long to finish, so you submitted it, and that was that.

You go to the living room and sit on the couch, scrolling on your phone. Then you get a facetime call from Sonia.

“Hey, everything okay?” you ask.

“All good, just got back to the dorm.”

“Alone? What didn't score at the party?”

“Not really; those girls can be clingy like I just wanna hook up.”

You laugh, “Well, I'm sorry for that.”

“How's the house? Getting creepy yet?”

“Not really,” a small purple light was seen from the corner of your eye, “just finished the paper,” it kept blinking.

“Girl, what's up with you? You hear something?”

“No, I keep seeing a blinking purple light.”

“Aliens?”

“No,” your eyes focus underneath the entertainment center, “It's a security camera.”

“Is it a white box with blue around the edges?”

“Um yeah.”

“Oh, my mama has one of those. When it's blinking purple, the main person who sets it up is watching the feed.”

“What? Someone is watching me?” you say in a low, calm tone.

“Yeah, maybe it's Mr. Levy; you should give him a show.”

“Goodnight, Sonia.”

She tried to protest, but you hung up anyway. 

You tried to shake her words out of your head; you decided to put a movie on and make popcorn.

You laid down on the couch, letting the film absorb you.

He sat at the bar top with his colleagues at the hotel, glancing at his phone for what seemed like every second. He was just watching you lay there, watching as you grabbed some popcorn, let your tongue stick to one, and dragged it into your mouth.

Did you know he was watching? Was this just an act?

“Hey Levy, you okay?” one of the men at the bar asked.

“Yeah, just checking to see if my team made it to the playoffs,”

The men at the table agreed with what he said. He then looked back at his phone and saw that you had your overnight bag out and started to take your clothes off. He quickly excused himself and went to his hotel room.

You were changing right there in front of him. Then he thought about it for a second. Why was he doing this? You were like a member of the family. His daughter adorned you.

Then he thought about you, how you smile, how you smelled when you brush past him trying to catch Ava, how you look when you have just your undergarments on.

He went on autopilot and started palming himself against his room door, watching you change into your pajamas.

Okay, you admit it. You kind of hoped he was watching you. Like, how hot is that? 

The light was still blinking purple, and you knew only he had access to it because he was trying to get rid of most of the things he and Mira shared.

Then you remembered something you packed. A toy. A simple, fun toy. You usually used it when you couldn't fall asleep or were stressed, but now you get to use it for pleasure.

You get up from the couch again and unzip the small bag and grab it from the base. It was a good size. It was small, but it filled your hole just right. It also had a little nub attached to it for your clit, and you loved that part.

You lay back on the couch, turn the toy on, and put the vibration up to your nipples.

Jonathan couldn't keep his eyes off you. There you were in his house about to play with yourself.

Mira used to joke with him about how she suspected you might have a crush on him, fuck he can't think about his ex-wife while hes touching himself to you.

He doesn't even remember when he got his dick out and was now on his bed. He was painfully hard, just the thought of your soft wet lips kissing his shaft and then having you swallow him.

“Fuck,” he moaned, allowed. Seeing you on the screen now, take your shorts off, and you rub the tip of your toy up and down your already soaked panties.

Thank god for HD cameras, he thought.

He watched as you threw your panties on the floor and spread your legs wide open just for him his own private viewing.

You tease yourself. You put the vibration right on your clit, and your head fell back in pleasure, and you felt yourself getting wetter and quickly inserted the toy, having it stretch you out.

You imagined Jonathan here with you, thrusting into you, making your tits bounce as he made you feel every inch of him.

You play with your nipple twisting them, moaning as the pain pleases you. 

The rhythm of your hand started to pound harder into you. You were panting and moaning. You unknowingly slipped something out, “Fuck! Mr. Levy!”

He heard you loud and clear, which made him go even faster, cum was leaking from his tip, but hearing and seeing you, he knew he had to keep going.

Your moans were like music to his ears with the slip of his name mixed with some cuss words he was edging himself. He wanted to come when you did.

“Fuck, Y/N, that's it, baby, just like that.”

He heard your breathing become rapid, and he knew you were close.

“Come on, baby cum for me, fuck.”

You pressed your toy in you at an angle, and the vibrations on you caused you to squirt all over your hand.

“Holy shit, that was….”

“That was fucking amazing,” he said on his end.

He watched as you wiped your hand off and put on your pajama shirt. You stood up to go into the kitchen, but then you stopped. He was confused by this, and then he noticed you were picking up the security camera.

“Enjoy the show Mr. Levy?” you said with a devilish smile.

He got his shit together and left the hotel. You were about to have the best spring break ever.

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fate {pt.2}

fandom: taika waititi x fem! reader

fic summary: new to the film industry the reader ends up head over heels for a certain Hollywood star Taika Waititi

chapter summary: taika asks the reader on a date, but she starts over-thinking. She gets locked in the bathroom, but he talks her down and helps her through it.

pronouns: she/her 

warning: overthinking?

word count: 1599

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You both linger in the door frame and then you break it by yawning. “Well you need to get some sleep, gorgeous,” he takes your hand in his and kisses it without breaking eye contact.

He then walks straight across to where the other room is.

You were very confused, “Taika what are you doing?”

“What? Didn't I mention I was in the room right across from you?” The door opened and he smiled at you.

You laughed at the situation and went back into your room smiling.

Fate sure did have a way of making things obvious.

When he left, you went straight to bed. Even in your dreams, he was there.

You woke up to a light but rapid knock on your door.

You got up from your bed and looked through the peephole. It was someone that worked at the hotel. You open the door slightly.

“Morning, miss, I have your room service,” he said.

“I'm sorry, but I didn't order room service.”

“Oh well, maybe it was your boyfriend? It was a man on the phone who made the order.”

“I don't have a-” you were cut off from the door across from you opening.

“Sorry gorgeous, I didn't know what you wanted, but you look like a person who likes waffles,” Taika said.

You smiled at him and told the employee to put it in your room.

“Do you want to have breakfast with me?” you ask.

“Thought you'd never ask” he smiled at you and walked into your room. He tipped the guy, and both of you hopped on the bed.

The food he chose was excellent. The waffles were fluffy, and the bacon was crispy.

You put a movie on in the background, and when the two of you were done, he set the plates outside your door. When he came back, it looked like he was trying to speak, but he couldn't get the words out, and then he just blurted out.

“Have you ever been to the Santa Monica Pier?”

“Um yeah, I've been a couple of times.”

“Oh well, I wondered if you wanted to go with me,” he started rambling on, and you've never seen him nervous. It was pretty cute.

You stood up from the bed and calmly grabbed his hand, “Taika, I'd love to go. How about we get ready? I still need to check out, so I'll meet you downstairs in the lobby?”

“Sounds perfect, gorgeous,” he kissed your cheek and left your room.

You stood there for a moment in shock. Did he just kiss you? Are you about to go on a date with Taika Waititi?

After a few minutes of just trying to process what had happened, you slowly went to the bathroom and started the shower.

You put on some music and got in. Once you were done, you dried your hair, washed your face, and got some clothes on.

You started to pack your bag, and once you were done, you put your bag outside your door and did a quick once over of your room, hoping you didn't forget anything.

You headed to the elevator, and once you were in, you pressed the button to the lobby, and then the doors opened, and you walked towards the front desk.

The checkout was painless, and now you were just waiting for Taika.

You were shaking your leg up and down; you were nervous. The same thing kept going in your head, ‘was this a date?’

Then the elevator door dings, and you focus back to reality.

He looks at you, smiles, and goes to the counter. He was done, and you stood up, and before you could grab your bag, he held it like the gentleman he was.

You both head out, and he has the valet grab his car.

“Do you need to get your car?” he asks.

“Oh no. I didn't drive here; I just ubered. I live in the area.”

“Oh, nice. Do you want me to drive to your place to drop your bags off or go straight to the pier?”

“We can just go straight to the pier,” you said quickly because you didn't want him to see your place. It was a shitty LA apartment that was too small and cost way too much to live there.

“What? You don't want me to see your palace?’

“Um, it's just a mess, and it's out of the way. I wouldn't want you to waste gas.”

“Nonsense, we’ll just drop your bags off, so we don't have to worry about them being in the car.”

You both got in the car, and he started driving. You didn't want him to see your place, but he persisted.

You gave him the address, and once you pulled up, you told him to wait in the car.

He did so, and you got your bag out, walked up the stairs to the second floor, and opened your door. You put your luggage on the bed in your living room because your palace was considered a studio. You then grabbed your small back and put your everyday things in it.

“Wow,” his voice echoed, scaring you half to death.

“What are you doing here? I told you to wait in the car.”

“I know. I just wanted to see your place, and it is amazing. I love all these little knickknacks. And wow, you have a lot of plants and posters- oh my god, is that me?” you look at what he was pointing at, and it is a promo poster of him for What We Do In The Shadows.

Your face was beet red, “oh um yeah, it is. Let's go,” you grabbed his arm, but he didn't budge when you tried to pull him away.

“Hey, what's the rush? Why don't you want me to see the rest of your place?”

You take a deep breath, “It's just that you're rich and famous and live in a multi-million dollar mansion in the hills, and I live in a shitty apartment in the part of LA that is being gentrified. We are just two different people, and you should just go.”

And just like that, you got in your head ruining everything like you always do. You brought tears to your eyes and quickly walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind you and sitting on the closed toilet seat.

You always do this. When something good comes around, you always ruin it because you think you don't deserve it. You deserve it; it's just hard to tell your brain that.

“Y/N, please open the door. I'm sorry if I offended you,” he tried jiggling the doorknob, “please open it.”

You sniffle, “It's not locked. The door just gets jammed sometimes,” you get up and try to open it, but it is stuck. You wanted to open it with all your might, and so did he, but it wouldn't budge.

You lean against the door and sink to the floor, and he does the same.

“I'm sorry, Taika. Sometimes I just get up in my head and mess things up,” you said, sniffling.

“You didnt fuck anything up, Y/N. I know things in this industry are too much, but when im with you, I forget about all of that and feel like a normal person.”

You slide your fingers under the gap in the doorway, and he grazes his fingers on yours.

“Um, Taika, I really don't want to ruin this moment, but this door is really jammed,” you say lightly, chuckling.

You can hear him get up from the other side of the door, “Okay, let me try jiggling the handle again.”

He tried, and nothing happened.

“Um, go into my kitchen and get a butter knife in the drawer near the fridge,” you say.

He raids your kitchen and finds a butter knife. He puts the knife between the door and where the lock is.

After a few minutes again, nothing happened, “Um, Y/N, the knife is stuck in the door.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. I've got an idea. Back away from the door.”

“Taika, I know what you're thinking. Just call maintenance or something.”

“I've got this all under control, gorgeous. Just back away.”

You go back into the bathtub, and then all you hear from the other side is Taika psyching himself up. Then with one swift kick to the door, it opens, and there are splinters of wood in the hair.

Seeing him doing that was, in all honesty, really attractive. You've never had anyone do that for you. He stood there in the door frame, breathing heavily.

He was looking at you, and you were looking at him. You walked over to him without breaking eye contact and hugged him. It probably wasn't something he was expecting, but even though you had known him for a literal day, you wanted to take your time with whatever this was.

You both decided not to go to the pier and go to Home Depot for a new door. It was his treat, and so you went door shopping.

You were walking down the aisle and trying to find the cheapest door, and you did. 

On the drive back to the apartment, you were listening to music, and you were getting hungry, and Taika knew and took you to one of his favorite food spots, Pinks Hot Dogs.

It was a rare occasion that it was almost empty. You both sat outside, and he ordered for you, he told you to trust him, and you did.

The sun was already setting, and it was a great atmosphere. You scooched closer to him once you were finished and put your head on his shoulder. It was just peaceful.

Then the moment was ruined when some people came up to the two of you asking for pictures and autographs.

He politely told them to leave, but you insisted that he please his fans.

You smiled at him taking the photos and talking to them. 

Whatever this was, you knew that it wouldn't be a normal relationship. Because this is Hollywood and the hills have eyes.

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rising sun {pt.2}

fandom: moon knight

fic summary: Y/N returns home while being on hiatus. She is employed at the museum and meets a gift shopist with a past he knew nothing about.

chapter summary: Y/N speaks to her sister and has a good heart to heart, and then she has a job interview despite her goddess's protests.

pronouns: she/her

warning: just some arguing

word count: 1131

a/n: the Arabic I got from google translate, so if it's wrong, please let me know!

date: 

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Doing this over the phone probably isn't the best thing to do, so you hail a taxi and tell them where to take you.

Once they dropped you off, you just stood at the foot of the stairs leading to her door. You left unexpectedly and haven't called her since.

You were pacing and pacing; you stopped in your tracks when you heard her voice.

“Y/N?”

You turn and face her, you smile at her, but behind it is worry, “Layla. How you doin’ sis?”

You stared at each other, which felt like an eternity, and then she hurriedly went down the steps and hugged you tight against her.

It was all familiar. It was home.

She let you go and put her hands on the side of your face, almost examining you, and then her sweet demeanor changed, and anger spread across it.

“Madha bihaqi aljahimi! 'Ayn kinti? Laqad dhahabt limudat eam wahda! Lam tukalif nafsak eana' alaitisal bi? 'Ana aietaqadt 'anak myt!” Layla yelled at you in Arabic.

‘What the hell! Where have you been? You've been gone for one year! You didn't even bother to call me? I thought you were dead!’

“Good to see you too, sis.”

She gives you a deadly stare.

“Okay, I'm sorry, I really am. I just didn't know what to do. With everything that happened, I just I-”

“What exactly happened, Y/N? After I heard what happened, I thought you were dead,” she started to get teary.

“Layla, I don't know what happened. I really don't. I think I blocked it out. I don't know what's wrong with me. Im sorry- im-,” you started to hyperventilate.

She held you tightly again. You felt yourself calming down.

“Hey, hey,” she cooed, “it's alright, you're home now. Why don't we go inside, and I'll make some tea.”

You sat on the couch, and she went into the kitchen. You look at the living room corner and see Bastet standing there.

She was staring at you. 

“We have to get going. I let you see her; now we must go.”

“This is the first time I've seen her in a year. You wouldn't let me contact her. I think I deserve a day with my sister.” 

She gave you a look that was full of disappointment. Even though her face was just a cat's mask, you knew the underlying expression on her face.

You broke your stare with the goddess when your sister walked in with a cup.

“Hope your tea preference did change while away,” she says, handing you the cup.

You thank her with a smile and take a sip.

“So, where have you been for a year?”

“New York.”

“Wow, how was that? See all the sights?”

“Not exactly,” you sighed.

There was another silence.

“So now that you're home, do you have a plan?” Layla asked.

“Um, well, I have a meeting with the museum director. She said I was always welcome back if I wanted a job.”

“That's good. What about housing?”

You give her a sweet look.

Annoyed, she sighed, “I guess you can stay with me.”

You exclaimed with happiness.

“But not forever. You need to get your place.”

You nod and finish your tea.

You put your cup in the sink, and she was getting her stuff together, “Listen, I have to go do something here. Here is a spare key; let me know when you get to your meeting, okay?”

You nod and take her key, and she leaves. You were alone, kind of. Bastet made herself known, “Y/N, we must go.”

You go upstairs to the room where you were staying and begin to look at the photos in the room. Lots were of your parents and you and Layla.

You grab your bag and lock up the door. You put some headphones on to drown Bast out, but it never worked. It would just muffle her. 

“Y/N, you're going the wrong way! We need to be going the other way!” Bast growled.

“I'm going to the museum. I'm not listening to you!”

She tried to force herself to front, and your eyes were rolling back, but you fought against her and stopped in your tracks staring at her dead in her soulless eyes.

“I'm not your puppet! Leave me alone!” you turned the volume up on your headphones and continued on your path to the museum.

You finally got there, and it was like a wave of nostalgia came over you. You spent your entire life in museums. You were staring at the giant statue of Isis when a man came up beside you; both of you were admiring the stature.

The man was mumbling something; you looked over at him and took your headphones out.

“Sorry, what?” you asked.

“Oh, I was just saying how beautiful she was.”

“Oh yeah,” you smiled; you examined his face. It was familiar, but you brushed past it, “I wonder what she's like.”

“Probably very knowledgeable and kind,” he inputs.

You nodded and noticed he was wearing a name tag indicating he worked here.

“Steven?”

He looked at you, confused, “How did you-?”

You tapped on your chest, and he forgot he had his badge on.

You giggled at him; he was cute, “I wondered if you could point me to Donna Kraft's office. I have a meeting with her.”

“Oh yeah, sure, of course. If you didn't mind my asking, what are you meeting her for?”

“Oh, it's for a job as a curator.”

“Really?”

“Yup,” you say with a smile, and both walk to her office.

The two of you stop at her door just looking at each other, and then the moment is interrupted by Donna opening her door.

“Stevie. Stop bothering Miss L/N. Now go back to your job at the gift show,” she said sternly but gave you a friendly smile.

“It's Steven, actually,” he mumbled and walked away.

You felt bad that he was speaking it that way, “Thank you for walking me, Steven.”

A smile crept back upon his face.

You sat in her office and talked about regular interview things, and by the end of it, Donna hired you.

You walked out of the office and then went to the gift shop.

“Hello,” you said happily.

His head rose, and a slight pinkness to his cheeks said, “H-hello! How was the interview?”

“Perfect! I got the job. So be ready to see more of me,” you chuckled, looking at the cute stuffed animals of the goddess Taweret and putting them on the table for him to ring up.

He smiled and scanned the animal.

“So now that you work here, you get the 10% employee discount.”

“Thank you. So, do you work tomorrow morning?” you ask.

He was caught off guard by the question, “Uh, yeah, why?”

“Well, I’m starting tomorrow and wanted to know your coffee order. Or is it tea? You look more like a tea kind of guy.”

He gave a dry chuckle, “Oh um, I like tea, mostly green tea, but any tea will do.”

“Perfect. I will see you tomorrow morning with green tea,” you say, smiling and walking away.

“W-wait! I didn't get your name,” he called after you.

“Y/N!” You called back.

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