fic summary: You were the new school teacher in the small town of Zaun. You soon catch the eye of local deputy Sevika, and the big, scary lady has never been so captivated.
chapter summary: Sevika rallies the town to help rebuild the schoolhouse. She also asks you to the fall banquet, nothing can ruin that. right?
pronouns: she/her
word count: 2015
a/n: think im just going to post once a week. Also, I swear this series will have smut in it, I just love doing filler (art by m1rabillis)
date: october 26, 2025
-the way i do - madeleine kelson-
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As the roosters crowed from the neighboring farms, you woke up and made a cup of coffee over the stove. You walk out to the porch with your cup and sip the brown, chocolaty liquid. You glance over at the deputy's home and see her getting her saddle ready for her shift.
She looks over at you and tips her hat back at you, and you nod back with a soft smile.
Once you finished your drink, you got ready for your first day at the schoolhouse.
The schoolhouse itself was just over the hill, with your horse packed with various supplies for the children. You saddle up and begin the short trip to the school.
As you slowly trotted the path, you heard the hurried sound of galloping behind you. As you turned to see who it was, your cheeks blushed again. It was Sevika.
She steadies her pace to match yours, “Miss.”
You nod curtly, “Deputy.”
“Care for an escort?”
“Wouldn't want you late for work…”
“Well, I dont think it would sit well on my conscience if I let you get to the school alone… You never know what could happen.”
You smile softly and begin to look straight ahead.
The sun shone behind you, and as Sevika looked at you, she could swear she was looking at an angel.
“Well, here we are,” she says, helping you off your horse.
Her muscular hands hold your waist, and it is as if you weigh as light as a feather.
“Thank you, deputy.”
She then walks with you to the front of the school, and as you open the door, it is a sad sight. The chairs and desk are broken and infested with wood rot. The roof was on the verge of collapse.
As you stare, you couldn't help but get emotional, tears pricked.
She looked at you and couldn't help but feel bad, “Well… we should start with the roof.”
You looked at her in shock. You didnt expect her to immediately help.
“You dont have to worry about me… I think I can manage.”
“Im sure you can… but how about we ride to town and get some supplies?”
You nod, and the two of you get on your horses and ride into town. Once in front of the carpenter's office, she talks to the man, and she loads the wagon up with planks of wood and tools.
“Dep-” she looks at you, not in a threatening way but just in a way for you to drop the formality, “Sevika… you don't have to pay i-”
“It's a welcoming gift,” she said gruffly, paying the man and turning back to you.
There was no arguing with her; all you could do was thank her sweetly.
Once back at the schoolhouse, she climbs onto the roof and repairs the planks. You look up at her as she hammers away up there. Her sleeves rolled up, revealing her muscly forearms, sweat drips off her, every swing of her hammer, you hear her huff, and for a second, you swear you heard a quiet moan from the work she's putting in.
You walk over to the water pump and grab her a cup of water as she comes down from the roof.
Then, as she smiles down at you, taking a sip of water, a bunch of men ride up to the school. You scoot closer to her, unaware of what these men would want.
“Sevika! Where have you been? Silco’s been waiting!” one of the men said.
She sighs, “Yeah, I'll get a move on. Apologies miss. I'll come back and help you tomorrow?”
“Oh… well, if you dont mind. But I dont want you to get into trouble with the sheriff.”
“Dont worry about me.”
She flashes a smile and gets on her horse and rides back with the men.
As she rides away, she looks back at you and then rides off.
You then start to tidy up what you can and head back over to your house. As the sun dwells below the mountain peaks, you begin to brainstorm what to do for the classroom. You had to get chairs and desks, you needed a chalkboard, and extra school supplies for the children.
You spend the night brainstorming what you are going to do to get the school back on its feet. Every morning for the past two weeks, you went to the schoolhouse and worked on what you could, then in the evening time after her shift, Sevika would come and help you with the heavier labor.
She worked a few things out with some of the people in town; they owed her favors, and so they helped build and buy things for the schoolhouse just for you.
There were a few times when you thought that she was doing this to get something out of you. One side of you thought you wouldn't really mind being used by her, but on the other side, you wanted to just be loved and cared for, not minding (semi-hoping) if it was by her.
When you weren't at the school, you were in town trying to get to know the locals. You met some of the children, including Vanders, and even though they were a little rough on the edges, they were good kids willing to learn. You decided that a lack of a schoolhouse house wasnt going to stop you from teaching, so you set up an outdoor class in the school yard.
You had sent an order to the city for the students to have new writing slates, and they were ecstatic. As you would teach, in the background, Sevika was there. She was working on the roof and would pause to hear your lesson, mainly to hear your voice. Your sweet like sugar voice.
A week goes by, and it is getting close to being complete. Around the town, people were buzzing about the upcoming fall banquet. You had never seen the people scurrying around getting everything ready.
The children were talking about the fun games that were going to be going on, and all the food from the potluck.
It warmed your heart seeing the kids looking forward to something, as you were getting things ready for the next lesson, and the kids were chattering. Sevika appeared and cleared her throat.
The children went silent, and you looked over at her, “Deputy.”
“Miss… I was wondering if I could talk to you?”
You nod and walk over to her.
“Everything all right, deputy?” you ask, sure that she was going to talk to you about the schoolhouse.
“Oh yes! Of course, I was just wondering if you heard that we're having our annual fall banquet.”
“Of course I have. It's all anyone can talk about.”
She chuckles, nodding, “Well, I was just wondering if maybe…” She dances on her words and then glances behind you to see the children waiting in anticipation for your question. “Maybe I can escort you to the dance?”
Your face pinkens, “Oh well, I-I’d be honored Deputy…” You look up at her, smiling softly.
A smirk appears on her face, “Then it's settled, I'll come by your place on Saturday at 7.”
You nod and she heads back ot her horse to get back to the sheriff's office.
Saturday soon comes around, and everyone in town is ecstatic. Earlier in the day, one of Sevikas' men stopped by to let you know she was going to be late, so she offered to have one of the men ride with you into town, and she would meet you there.
You told the man that you could get into town safely on your own. He was hesitant, but you reassured him that you'd be alright.
Once the banquet started, you were finishing getting ready, you had your best dress on, you had your hair curled and some makeup painted your cheeks and lips, and you headed to your horse to head on over to the town's center
You trotted slowly as you had your platter for the potluck table. You and the children had made cookies. You steadily hold the plate as you make your way.
You heard galloping from behind, and a smile plastered your face. As you turned, you were hoping to see Sevika, but instead it was a small group of men, none you could recognize.
“Well, hello, ma’am,” one smiled devilishly.
“Gentlemen,” you say calmly, looking straight ahead.
The skinny gangly gangly-looking one spoke, “Why are you out here all alone?”
“I dont think that's any of your business,”
The short one cackles, “Guess we got a fiery one, boys!” his laugh was ugly and loud.
You kept compsure and just kept pace, you saw the string lights that surrounded the town like a beacon of safety.
As you kept on, the men were whispering and then abruptly stopped their horses when they saw a man approaching. He was tall and skinny, pale, and had some scars on his left eye.
“Gentleman! You know the rules!” he flashed his sheriff's badge.
“We were just making sure this little flower got to the party safe, Sheriff!” the devilish one said.
“And I thank you, but rules are rules. Tell Smeech I'd like a meeting with him when hes not busy.” The sheriff says.
The men nod and ride in the opposite direction.
The sheriff extends his hand, helping you down, “Oh, thank you, sheriff…”
“Of course, Miss L/N, they didnt hurt you or anything of that sort?”
“Oh no, sir, just… wasn't expecting them.”
“I understand, and I apologize for not formally introducing myself.”
“It's quite all right, Sevika speaks highly of you,”
He chuckles, “As she does of you. And I do apologize for pulling Sevika into a last-minute ordeal. I understand she had asked to escort you to the banquet.”
“It's not a big deal, I do understand she is important to you and the town.” You smile softly and proudly.
“Well, Miss, I do hope you enjoy the banquet. Unfortunately, the work doesn't end for me tonight, so enjoy yourself, and Sevika should be back soon.”
You nod and then turn to watch the sun set behind the mountains where you came from, where those men popped out of nowhere.
You shake your head to clear those thoughts and refocus on the party. As you walk around, you drop the cookies off at the table.
Some children come up to you to say hi along with their parents. The parents give you compliments on how much their child enjoys learning from you.
Coming down from the mountain, Sevika raced into town. She was muttering to herself about being late. She stopped behind the sheriff's office to change out of her blood-spattered shirt. Once she was cleaned up, she headed into the crowd of people, taking a beer from Vander, she asks if hes seen you, he tells her that you're dancing near the band.
She walks over and sees you in a gorgeous dress, and as she gazes up, she sees hands around your waist, and a panic goes through her until you sway around, and it was one of the young boys from your class. He was around six, and it was honestly sweet that you had danced with him.
She walked up and tapped his shoulder, “Excuse me, sir, alright if I cut in?”
The little boy giggles and nods. You smile at her as her hand goes on your waist, “ I didnt know if you were going to make it.”
“I wouldn't miss this for the world.”
Your head lies on her chest as you both sway. In the distance, on the silhouettes of the mountain, there was a group of dangerous men, and she wanted to shield you from what they were capable of. You were content, everything was perfect. Sevika was holding you, her eyes and her thoughts wanted to be on you and only you, but unfortunately, this was the wild west, and this was the calm before the storm.
fic summary: You were the new school teacher in the small town of Zaun. You soon catch the eye of local deputy Sevika, and the big, scary lady has never been so captivated.
chapter summary: You had just arrived and met some of the locals, including the sheriff's deputy, Sevika
pronouns: she/her
warning: nothing major, just a brief mention of nudity and masturbation
word count: 964
a/n: Sevika, my love, take me to Brokeback Mountain (art by m1rabillis)
date: October 18, 2025
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You rode into the small town of Zaun on your wagon, horse's galloping echoes through the bustling street. Eyes fall upon you; you stood out like a sore thumb, a delicate flower in a field of weeds.
You stopped outside the local grocer and hitched your horse to the post, and walked into the store. The bell dinged as you walked in.
The owner greets you, and you grab some essentials. You smiled sweetly at the man as he bagged your items. Your smile made him slightly uneasy; in this town, kindness was rare.
You walk back to your wagon and place your things in there, then you head over to the saloon.
You open up the swinging wooden doors and walk in. The music from the piano surrounds the room, and you sit down at the bar top.
A man walks over, cleaning a glass with a rag and smiles softly at you, “Well, hello miss, what can I get you?”
Finally, a friendly face, you smile back, “Oh, I was just thinking of getting a water and…” you look up at the small menu written in chalk, “steak and potatoes if you have any left.”
“You got it…” he looks at you curiously, “you new or just stopping in?”
“New… just moved over from Piltover… im Zauns' new schoolhouse teacher.”
“Oh, you must be Miss L/N”
You nod softly and hold your hand out for a handshake, “Y/N L/N”
“Pleased to meet you, name's Vander. Glad we finally have someone who knows what they're doing for the children, got 4 of my own.”
“Four? Wow, they must keep you busy.”
“That they do,” he chuckles.
He gives you your water and food, and you thank him and begin eating.
Then the doors open again, and a big, muscular woman comes in, her hair short but long enough to pull it out of her face. Her skin was like fresh honey, there was a sweat upon her brow and dust on her clothes, like she was just in a rush riding over here. The weight of her walk made the floorboard creak as she walked over to the poker table and lit a cigar, placing it between her teeth.
You were hypnotized by her and quickly looked away when she nodded over at Vander, signaling her usual, and her eyes grazed towards you.
You continue eating and finish your plate shortly.
The floor gently shakes as the woman walks over to the bar top. “‘Nother shot, Vander.”
Vander nods, and the woman turns her body towards you. “Ma’am,” she tips her hat to you.
You look over at her nervously, but then a wave of calm washes over you when you look up at her eyes, which were a calm, cloudy grey. Then your eyes wander down to her chest, looming around her deputy badge.
“Deputy,” you nod back at her.
“Vander, another one here for miss…?”
“Y/N, but no thank you, not much of a drinker.”
The deputy nods, “Then put her food on my tab.”
“Oh, you don't have to, Deputy-”
She cut you off softly, “Sevika.”
“O-oh, um, Sevika. That's kind of you, but I can pay for my own meal.”
“I dont doubt that, but think of this as a welcome present for the new schoolhouse teacher…”
“How did you-?”
“Word travels fast here in Zaun,” she smirks, tilting her hat again in goodbye, and you look over at Vander, and he chuckles and shrugs, continuing to clean his bar.
She places some voin on the table and heads back out the doors and back over to the station.
You sigh and thank Vander for the meal and leave a little extra coin as a tip. You walk back to your wagon and make your way over to your new place.
You had bought a small plot of land and a quaint house for yourself. Once you unhook the horse and lead her over to the bar and get some hay for her, and fill the pail of water for her from the well, you bring your bags ina nd unpack
You didnt have much. You left your life over in Piltover, only bringing a select amount of clothes and some personal items.
The house itself was sparsely furnished, and you had the bare necessities, which were all you needed for this new start.
You got ready for the night, lighting the candles to illuminate your place, and you sit in the chair by the open window for the night breeze and open your book. Your mind is interrupted by the sound of galloping horses in the distance. As you look, you see her, Sevika.
The moon illuminated her figure against the tall grass. You saw her head into the house next to yours. She lights the candles, and you see her go to her room and undress.
Your cheeks burn scarlet, and you want to turn away, but it is too enticing. Then the light in her room burned out, and you took that as your cue to head to bed.
You blow out your candles and get under the covers. Your mind drifts to the deputy, wondering what she truly looked like, what she truly felt like… and god… what she tastes like.
You grew tired enough after your hand wandered below your bloomers, and you were slightly blissed out.
Little did you know, Sevika was already onto you. She had caught you staring at her as she walked up to her house. She had a feeling during your brief interaction at the saloon that there was something more than an innocent facade.
She was putting on a show for you… Just for you, and you took the bait. Hook, line, and sinker.
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Back in high school, the two of you were inseparable.
You would do anything and everything together. Even after she got kicked out of Blackwell, she practically lived in your dorm.
Once you two figured out you had feelings for one another, it was endgame.
Attached to the hip, and then once high school ended, you got an apartment in Los Angeles. You both worked your asses off to make ends meet. You didnt have much, but you had each other, and that's all that mattered.
That all went downhill when you both were working late and barely saw each other. Both of you picked up extra shifts, but it took a toll. You were burnt out when you got home. Had no time for pure relaxation or anything fun.
It took a toll on Chloe, too, but when she got overwhelmed, she smoked and drank. You were never opposed to those indulgences, but you were just too busy thinking about getting that promotion or getting up early to clean and make lunch.
It went really downhill when you kept having to pay for her other half of the rent, and that's when the arguments started.
You hated arguing. It reminded you of your childhood, but sometimes this is what adults do.
One night, you just exploded on each other.
“Fine! I’ll go!” you yelled at her. With tears running down your cheeks.
“Oh yeah? And where will you go, huh?” she scoffed.
“Home…” you say softly, almost ashamed.
“Home? What do you mean? This is our home?”
“Back to Arcadia…”
“What? No! Y-you can't! This… this is our dream…” she started to tear up.
“Oh baby… this is still our dream, but maybe we skipped a few steps… we can't afford to live here… we have no savings… we're living paycheck to paycheck and we've had no time for each other or to explore this city…”
She looked so defeated; you hated it when she looked like this.
“Why dont we go back… we can live at home rent-free and get jobs at the diner and save…” You gave her a hopeful smile.
But she shook her head, “When I said I wasnt going back. I meant it.”
“Chlo-”
“Just go.”
“Chloe, can't we ta-”
“Go!”
Tears stream, and you go to your shared room and lock the door. You pack a bag and call your mom asking her for some money for a train ticket.
In the living room, Chloe was just standing there. Everything the two of you talked about broke into pieces. She sat on the couch and took a hit from her bong, and passed out.
In the morning, she woke up groggy. Images of last night poured through her head, and she hoped what had happened was a dream, or more of a nightmare. But when she looked at the coffee table, it made it all too real. You had left a note:
“Chloe,
When you read this, I'll already be gone. Im sorry for everything that happened and what led up to this, but I was not happy or thriving in LA like we dreamt. I dont want things to end, so I got the last time slot and extra ticket for you to Arcadia. I do hope you come; if not, I understand.
-Y/N
(p.s. Last train leaves at 2:30)
She glances at her phone, and it was 2:15. She panicked internally, she didnt want things to end, but she also didn't want to go back to Arcadia.
Unfortunately, at the end of this internal dilemma, she chose her own pride instead of her love for her girlfriend.
As you wait on the platform scanning it over and over, the train honked, and the conductor said it's the last call for boarding. You were defeated, four years for it to end like this.
You get onto the train and pick a seat in the back. And stare at your phone… for a call… a text… anything.
Maybe she didnt get the note… maybe she got up too late and that's why she didnt show… maybe there was traffic…
All these thoughts, trying to give Chloe the benefit of the doubt, you decided to call her just in case.
It rings three times, and she answers, “Hey…”
“Hey! Um… were you asleep?”
“No. Why?”
“Did you get my note?”
“Yeah?”
“Oh… okay…” You hang up quickly, and tears flow. Did she even love you? Was she only with you because you were crazy enough to actually leave Arcadia?
When she heard your side of the phone go silent and hang up, she yelled in frustration, not at you but at what she had done. Here she had a girl who was mutually obsessed with her, who loved her no matter what she did or what stupid shit she said, and she just treated her in no way she should ever be treated.
As you looked outside the window and saw all the passing turn into a blur, causing an almost hypnotic state, but it's comforting. It's been far too long since you've had a moment to breathe… to just feel.
Maybe in the future you and Chloe will cross paths again… maybe not… but no one can change the past or the future.
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pairing: (dealer!Ellie Williams x fem!reader x abby anderson)
fandom: the last of us AU
pronouns: she/her
type: smut
warning: weed, drinking, making out, teasing, blow jobs (Ellie and Abby receiving), face fucking, eating out (reader receiving), pet names, strap using.
word count: 4505
a/n: this is fucking long post I apologize for the wordiness. tagging: @gold-dustwomxn @sky-is-the-limit
date: january 3, 2024
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You were in the kitchen with your headphones on swaying to the music you played making a grilled cheese.
You were oblivious to the eyes watching you. Ellie was standing there with her arms crossed smirking at you.
You and her weren’t friends. She disliked you for some reason. She and your brother were the best of friends.
You spin around and stop, looking at her you take off your headphones. “What do you want Ellie? Jasper’s upstairs.”
“I know. I’m just waiting for him. But please don’t stop on my account,” She smirks.
You roll your eyes and focus back on your grilled cheese placing your headphones back on your head.
Then you feel hands on your headphones taking them off you, it’s your brother, “Hey me and Els are gonna go to the park and then probably to a party to make some extra cash. Don’t wait up, okay?’
You nod and he kisses the side of your head.
You turn around and wave goodbye at your brother as he and Ellie walk out the door.
You then get a phone call from Abby, she was a new friend. You mainly started hanging out with her because you knew that she and Ellie hated each other. But over the couple weeks of talking you ended up with a slight crush on her.
“Hey Abs what’s up?”
“Hey, I was just calling to see if you wanted to go to a party.”
“A party?” Your heart skipped a beat, “Um yeah I'd love to go. Let me get ready.”
She chuckles, it sounded like honey. “Okay, I’m just around the corner.”
You discard the grilled cheese and rush up the stairs. You pick out something slutty but not overly whoreish, shorts, and a crop top.
Ellie and your brother were dealing at the park.
She turns to him, “I need more of those pre-rolls, the hybrid ones.”
Your brother was already stoned, “Oh sorry dude we're all out.”
“Fuck Jasper! Stop smoking all my shit!”
“Calm down dude there’s more in my room.”
She was frustrated, your brother always meant well but he was a little dumb sometimes.
The two of them go to the car and drive back to your house.
There was a knock at the front door, “I'll be right down Abs!” You put the finishing touches on your makeup and hair.
Ellie pulls up to the house and walks up the door disgusted to see Abby there.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Ellie asks snarkily.
“Picking up Y/N.”
“Why?” Ellie was confused.
“Why do you wanna know, Williams?”
“Oh, I just don’t think Y/N should go out with a bitch like you.”
Abby laughs, “Oh what you think you'd be better?”
“Honestly yeah.”
“Is that a challenge Ellie?”
Ellie wasn’t thinking, was she finally going to admit that she had some sort of feelings for you?
“Yeah, it is Abby. The first one to get her in bed wins,” Ellie holds her hand out for a shake, and Abby pauses.
“That seems too easy, how about the more things we do to or with her, the more points we get? In the end, we tally and one of us gets to score.”
Ellie was intrigued; she loved a competition.
You open the door, “Sorry I had to fix my… What are you doing here Ellie?”
“Your brother used up the last of my pre-rolls gotta get more.”
You shrug it off, “Okay just lock up.”
You walk away with Abby and she opens up the car door for you.
You smile and slide in the passenger seat. Abby walks around to the driver's side and looks at Ellie walking out of your front door.
When she finally came into the car you both smiled at each other and she started her car.
The drive was nice, you had the window rolled down and enjoyed the nice cool breeze. The music was good and you hummed along to some popular song that was on the radio.
You were zoned out until Abby put her right hand on your thigh causing you to look at her and smile.
“So Y/N can I ask you something?”
You nod. She was messing with something on her phone, little did you know she was calling Ellie because she knew Ellie had to hear this part of the conversation.
Ellie picked up, “What?”
“So what’s the deal with you and Ellie?” Abby asks you.
“Oh,” You were caught off guard by that. You didn’t understand why Abby was interested in that, “I’m not entirely sure why we don’t like each other. When she and my brother first became friends I thought she was super cool and I may have had a little crush on her but then for some reason, we never clicked. I was kinda heartbroken from it but I ignored it and started being mean back.”
“Oh shit I’m sorry about that. So you don’t like her anymore?”
You chuckle, “No! I mean I hope in the future she can grow up and we can at least be friends but I don’t see that happening.”
Abby signed under her breath,” Good.”
You didn’t hear her but Ellie did. And then she hung up.
Her grip on your thigh tightened and it gave you goosebumps, then the two of you got to the house and walked up to the front door.
She opened it up for you and you both walked in.
The atmosphere was thick, full of smoke, alcohol, and probably sex.
Abby took you by your hand and walked you over to the drink table.
“So pick your poison.”
“Oh um, Malibu and Sprite?”
“Good choice.”
She mixes your drink and hands you a red solo cup.
You take a sip and she takes a swig of her beer.
Then the two of you wandered over to the couch.
You were sitting on your knees talking her ear off about something, this was the first sign of you getting drunk, Chatty Kathy.
Ellie and your brother's group arrive at the house and Ellie is scanning for you.
She heard your laughter, that dumb laugh she’d heard millions of times through the thin walls of your room.
She walked into the living room and saw you and Abby on the couch.
Abby looked over and smiled slyly at Ellie, and decided to make a tracing circle on your knee.
That immediately got you flustered.
That got Ellie riled up and walked over to the two of you.
You did a double take, “Ellie what are you doing here?”
“Oh just here to sell some shit. And I wanted to give you a sample.” She hands you a joint.
“Really?” You ask softly and confused.
“Yeah, just thought you could use something to take the edge off,” She smiled quickly.
Abby rolled her eyes at her.
“Oh, thanks, Ellie.” You say taking the joint from Ellie.
Abby turns to you, “Why don’t you go upstairs? I'll be up there in a second.”
You nod and stand up passing by Ellie thanking her again for the joint.
Abby stands up in front of Ellie, “Okay so I’ve had her for around thirty minutes and got her pretty buzzed. I'll give you thirty and see how far you can get. Remember the more things you can do with her the more points you get.”
“Yeah, yeah I’ve got it,” Ellie mumbled.
Ellie walks up the stairs and finds you in an empty bedroom.
“Oh um, where’s Abby?” You ask Ellie confused.
“Oh, she had to do something. She asked me to keep you company.”
Now you were even more confused, “Abby asked you to keep me company?” You scoff.
“Yeah, she did. Here’s a light.”
She holds up the flame to the joint and lights it for you.
“Thanks,” you mumble, taking a long hit. “Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?”
“I realize that I’ve been a complete bitch to you over the years and I’m sorry about that. You're my best friend's sister and I shouldn't have treated you like that.”
Her apology sounded genuine, maybe it was you getting cross-faded but you were happy that she finally came to her senses.
You turn to her and give her a hug, “Apology accepted.”
“Really?” She asks, caught off guard by the hug.
“Mmmhmm. I knew there was a tiny bit of you that liked me, just a smidge.”
“Woah hold on. Just because I’m sorry for treating you like shit doesn’t mean that I like you.”
You rolled her eyes at her and were about to walk out of the room when she stopped you.
Ellie knew she messed up this stupid competition, “Wait Y/N sorry that’s not what I mean. Shit, I’m sorry can we start again?”
Her plea for a do-over was intriguing and out of character but you were invested
“Fine. Yeah, we can have a do-over.”
“Perfect. Another drink? Malibu and Sprite?”
You squint at her curiously and nod and she rushes back downstairs to the drink table and gets you another drink. She passes by Abby.
“Okay, how about we make it a rule that she can’t be completely wasted? I think consent should be key in this game,” Abby says.
Ellie nods and gives you a shot of Malibu and heavy sprite.
She walks back. And Abby shouts, “Ten more minutes Ellie!”
Ellie nods again and walks back up the stairs.
“Here you go,” she hands you the cup.
“Thanks,” you sip the drink and smile at her.
“So what do you even see in Abby?” Ellie asks
Her question caught you off guard, “I’m sorry?”
“Well, I’ve known Abby a little longer than you and she can be a complete bitch. So I don’t see why you would wanna be around her.”
You chuckle, “I’m surprised you both aren’t best of friends,” you say sarcastically.
Ellie smirks at you, “I’m just saying that you can do better.”
“Oh really like you?”
Ellie breathes in deep, “Yeah like me,” she leans over close to you, takes the joint from your hand, and takes in a deep hit.
“What are you saying, Ellie?” You watch as the smoke exhales from her mouth, you are staring at her lips, you never noticed how soft they looked.
“What I’m saying is that I think you wanna kiss me.”
You were taken aback by what she said.
You look back and forth from her eyes to her lips. You did want to kiss her
You nod.
She smiles, removes the joint from her lips, and kisses you exhaling some smoke into your mouth. You inhale, this was probably the hottest kiss you’ve ever had.
Her hand grazes up to your cheek pulling you in closer. Then you hear someone clear their throat. Ellie broke the kiss looking over at Abby standing in the doorway with her arms crossed.
You look over and seeing the way Abby was standing you felt like you were just caught.
“Oh um Abby, I um-” You didn’t know what to say.
Ellie gets up and walks over to Abby. They were talking quietly and then Ellie walked out of the room and you were just left with Abby.
“So you and Ellie?” She asked.
“We just kissed.”
“But you liked it?”
You nod slowly.
“Well let's see if I can change your mind.”
You were again confused and she bent down cupping your face and kissing you deeply. She almost knocks you down laying on the bed. She gets on top of you and your arms wrap around her neck pulling her closer to you.
One of her hands lets go from your face and slowly traces down your neck and then down your side. Then her hands go up your top and she grabs your tit
You moan at the sudden stimulation and you can feel her smile against your lips.
“You like that baby?” She asks cooing at you
You nod slowly and she gets another moan out of you when she pinches your nipple twisting it between her fingers.
You start to breathe heavily when she peppers kisses down your neck and your chest finally meeting her lips to the fingers that were pinching you.
“Abby…”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Can you-” You were cut off when you saw Ellie now standing in the doorway.
“Oh please don’t stop on my account. What were you gonna ask her Y/N? You want her to touch you or fuck you?”
“I-um…’’ These girls knew how to make you speechless.
“What’s wrong Y/N cat got your tongue?” Ellie asks mockingly. Her doing that turned you on for some reason and they both noticed a shift in you.
“Oh. I see. You liked it when I was watching you. Do you want her to fuck you or do you want me to?”
You look at Abby and back at Ellie not sure of what to say.
Abby gets up removing her hand and lips from your tit which was now exposed but at this point, you didn’t care.
“Woah hold on there Ellie. I did way more so that means I won, meaning I got my prize.” Abby looks back at you with a devilish grin.
“What? Prize? What are you guys talking about?” You prop yourself up looking at them.
“Oh, we just had a little competition to see what we could do to you until we could finally get you in bed. And I guess technically Abby won.”
“So all this was just a game to get in my pants?” In some way, you were a little hurt
“Well yes but we do like you Y/N,” Abby says reassuring you.
“That’s pretty low even for you guys.” Your voice trails on.
They looked at each other, they didn’t think of the outcome of you finding out about their little game.
“But I gotta say I love the dedication and the attention. And I do suppose there is a way you both can make it up to me.”
They were intrigued.
You smile looking up at them, then stand up taking off your clothes leaving yourself in just your underwear.
“Both of you. Fuck me.”
They were taken aback by the assertiveness and they were loving it.
Ellie was the first one to make a move. Her lips crash into yours, her hands explore down to your ass gripping at it causing you to giggle. Ellie then moves down your neck and with your lips free Abby then kisses you.
Seeing Ellie kiss you awoke a fire inside of her and she gripped your hair pulling you away from her kiss.
“You like the way Ellie kisses you?”
You nod, she thought it was pathetic and cute the way you instantly fold just by kisses.
Ellie then squats down and pulls your panties down revealing how wet you truly were.
“Hey, Abby?” Ellie asks.
Abby was still looking into your eyes with a fist full of your hair in her hand, “Yeah El?”
“You gotta see how wet she is,” Ellie says, full of amazement looking up at Abby.
Abby releases you from her grip and squats down next to Ellie.
“Hmm I can't get a good look at it,” Abby sighs, “Lay back will you baby?”
She asks you so nicely your head is spinning with praise and you do what she asks. You lay down on the bed and slip out of the shorts and underwear.
You lay on the bed and looked up at the ceiling of whoever’s room you were in and your head was spinning from being crossfaded.
You were then brought back to reality when Abby and Ellie each took one of your legs and spread them apart.
You were dripping and glistening and the girls were in awe. They both look at each other and smile devilishly.
“Well winners first,” Ellie says to Abby, basically forcing her down between your heat.
You prop yourself up with your elbows looking down at Abby. She looked up at you and her eyes were sparkling and then she dove right in.
She licks up your slit and you throw your head back in pleasure. She’s using her tongue, darting in and out using her finger to rub your clit.
Ellie smirks from behind and walks over to your side. Your head was thrown back by the amount of pleasure she was giving you.
Ellie then kneels beside you, swiping away your hair that was matted to your face with sweat.
“Abby making you feel good? Huh, sweet girl?” Ellie coos at you.
You nod trying to hold back your moans.
“Oh Sweet girl I wanna hear how good she's treating you,” she says as her hands trace back down to your neck as she slowly wraps her hand around it.
“It fe-feels s’good Ellie,” you choke out.
“Oh no don’t tell me tell the one who’s making you feel good. The hand that was around your neck rises and grabs your chin forcing you to look at Abby eating you out.
The way her mouth latched to our clit, her tongue swirling around and her fingers pumping in and out of you. You then met with her eyes, her piercing blue eyes that practically glowed from the light coming from the salt lamp by the nightstand.
Ellie's grip tightens making your lips pucker, “Come on tell her Y/N…”
“Feels good Abs, s’good.”
Hearing your praise for her made her work harder. The speed of her fingers was inhuman, like a bat out of hell on a mission. And just like that she succeeded in that mission, her reward was all over her face.
All three of you were in shock, they were more shocked than you were embarrassed. You’d never done that before with anyone.
“Holy shit Y/N did peg you one for squirting,” Ellie said chuckling.
Abby was still squatting looking at the mess she helped create in awe, you lay there on the bed with your hands partially covering your face.
“Hey, Abs?” Ellie asked and Abby looked up at her, her face was glistening from your juices.
“Yeah?”
“You got something on your face.” Ellie bends down cupping Abby’s face and kisses it, sucking your juices off of her lips.
You notice the silence and remove your hands looking over at them. The slight of them got you even more wet. Even though Abby towered over Ellie, Ellie was the one in control. You could see Ellie sucking on Abby’s bottom lip and it ended with a ‘pop’ of Ellie letting go of the lip.
They could feel your eyes on them and they both looked at you.
“Oh is our sweet girl feeling left out?” Ellie coos walking over to you looking down.
You nod and she has that grin plastered back on her face. “You wanna taste?”
You smile and nod happily. she bends down and kisses you deeply. you could taste yourself and you tasted good. When she broke the kiss it left a string of saliva that connected the two of you. She then wrapped her two fingers around it, looping it and putting those fingers in your mouth.
you welcomed it with her fingers. They were slimmer than Abby’s and tasted slightly of weed. You were sucking on them like it was your oxygen.
Ellie was smiling and Abby stood next to Ellie watching you. She then removed her fingers causing you to pout.
“I think she’s ready, Abs.” Ellie smiled
“Ready for what?” You ask confused.
“Ready for us, sweet girl.”
They started to unbutton their pants, sliding them down slightly to reveal the hem of their boxers. You see them both whip out the straps they were both hiding.
You looked at them with your jaw slightly dropped, “you guys had those on the whole time?”
They both nod smiling. Your eyes wander down to look at the two pieces of silicone. It made your mouth water. You mindlessly get off the bed and onto your knees kneeling between them. You look up at them smiling and they look at each other excited.
You spat in both of your hands and started to jerk them off. As if they can feel you, they throw their heads back in pleasure. Then you move closer to Abby and take her in your mouth. Hers was around 6 inches and could almost wrap your hand around it.
You bob your head and then feel her hand grip your hair pushing her cock deeper into your mouth causing you to gag slightly.
You do this for a little bit and Ellie looks over at the two of you, jealous and impatient. She swats Abby’s hand away from your hair and pulls you by your hair over to her causing you to yelp but you didn’t mind the pain.
Ellie was more ruthless with you giving her head than Abby. You open your mouth wanting to take it slightly slow but Ellie wants you now. She faces fucked you. The tip of hers was hitting the back of your throat you were clawing at her pants to get her to slow down but with each thrust she gave it pushed against her clit in a pleasurable way.
Ellie then looks down and sees tears rolling down your cheeks. The mascara was ruined. She watched as the silicone slid out of your mouth. It was clear with green glitter in it, it was cute but with size was anything but, 8 inches and you could barely wrap your hand fully around it,
Her grunts and moans were like music to your ears. You look at her with tears in your eyes and see Abby whisper something over to Ellie and she abruptly stops.
The lack of something in your mouth and her harshly taking it out of your mouth made you cough and wipe the drool and tears off your face.
You slump on your knees and Abby goes in front of you and the silicone shadows above your head. You look up at her smiling weakly. Your lips hurt from Ellie but you didn’t mind it.
Abby smiles looking down and helps you to your feet and you sit on the bed.
Ellie and Abby stand in front of you, “You ready for us sweet girl?” Ellie asks.
You nod smiling.
Ellie moves in between your legs and teases your entrance. She gripped your knees with one hand and used her other to move the tip to lube herself up.
Then she slowly sank herself into you. You gasp at the feeling of her filling you up, grasping the sheets of the bed she waited for you to get used to and she went on a rampage.
Thrusting you hard, slamming the tip against the spongy part of your cervix
You moan loudly, and your hands scramble to feel the touch of somebody. Abby walks over to you caressing your face. You were trembling from the pleasure and she was comforting you.
“Ellie making you feel good honey?” Abby asks.
You nod and grab her face into a kiss. She chuckles at your actions and snakes her hand down your stomach and slowly rubs your clit.
You moan against her lips. The sensation of both of them was pushing you over the edge.
“Gonna-gonna cum…” you pant.
“Fuck… No not yet sweet girl,” Ellie says, flipping you away fromAbby onto your stomach while keeping her dick in you.
She puts her leg up on the bed to get a new angle for you and it drove you crazy. She then bent completely over you pushing your head into the mattress with her hand while the other hand tightly gripped your love handle.
“You. Better. Fucking. Squirt.” Ellie said between each thrust and harshly slapping your ass causing you to yelp.
Your head was spinning, you slowly looked up and saw Abby smiling at you, you then noticed her stroking herself and that made your mouth water. You prop yourself up and raise your head up more, opening your mouth like an invitation waiting for her to accept.
“You want me in your mouth honey?” She asks sweetly.
You nod and with your younger laid out flat she slid it in. She grabbed the sides of your head hard but slowly thrusting into your mouth.
Drool formed around and you kept moaning at Ellie slamming into you from behind.
You slowly started to lay flat on the bed and Ellie wasn’t having that. She grabbed you by the waist and put you on your knees with your ass up.
“Yeah sweet girl just like that…” Ellie moaned.
You weren’t going to last long… you were clenched around her dick. Each of those thrusts made you come undone.
Abby was wiping away your tears, “Oh honey you about to cum?”
You nod.
“Come on honey cum for Ellie. She’s making you feel good. Least you can do is squirt for her.”
Her words made you melt and you finally let yourself go. You squirt all over Ellie’s strap socking her.
Ellie exits you leaving behind a gaping hole. Abby leaves your mouth and goes behind you replacing Ellie. You look back.
“I-I don’t thin- I don’t think i can do another…” you get out slowly.
“Honey, I won't be rough. I promise. How about a new position?” Abby looks over at Ellie, “Help her lay on her side, lay her head on the pillows.”
Ellie helps you lay on your side and lays with you. She then slides her knee in between your legs to give Abby a better angle for getting into you.
Abby then uses your leftover juices to coat her cock and then she slowly slides into you. The feeling was different than Ellies. She fit into you nicely.
Her thrusts were more gentle, Ellie was in front of you kissing your face making you feel loved. It was different and you were going crazy for it.
Then Abby's pace quickened and she started to rub you.
Your breath quickened and you felt so euphoric. With all the praises and sensations going on you knew you weren't going to last long.
You were a whimpering mess and with them both praising you, you came.
Ellie smiled at you and Abby whispered that you did such a good job.
You laid on the bed and while they cleaned themselves off and then turned over to you. Ellie soaked a rag cleaning you lightly between the legs and Abby gathered your discarded clothes and helped you dress.
You lay back onto the bed and snuggle into the pillows.
Ellie and Abby look at each other and shrug. They both crawl into the bed with you wrapping their arms around you.
You smile as you feel their touch. It was strange, it was new, it was right.
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.
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.
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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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.
When you were with Steven, he always praised you, and with Marc, he loved to dominate.
But Jake here was just an animal in bed. He made you feel things you've never felt before. You were now into things only he can accomplish.
Now you lay in bed cleaning up after yourself and Jake. You put on your shirt and get into bed. He comes out of the bathroom and climbs in next to you.
He wasn't much of a person that showed affection, and you respected that. You got your fair share from Steven and Marc, but you couldn't help but feel like you were missing something from Jake.
He laid next to you with his arms behind his head and eyes closed.
You decided to make a bold move and try and cuddle with him.
You turned over and wrapped your arm around his bare stomach.
“Not with me, Mami. If you want, I can get Steven or Marc to do that with you,” he said with a gruff.
“No, it's okay” you turned back over with some attitude and sadness in your voice for him to hear.
He was confused about what he had done wrong.
“Come on, mate, just do this one thing for her,” Steven said to Jake in the mirror by the bed they shared.
Jake shook his head, not wanting to speak for you to hear his conversation.
“Yeah, man. You know Y/N would do anything for you. Hell, she does do anything for you. Doing this one thing would make her happy.” Marc chimed in.
He scoffed, got up from the bed, and went to the bathroom.
You knew why he was annoyed. You've talked with the other guys about getting Jake to be just a smidge vulnerable with you.
He stared in the bathroom mirror, and the guys were just asking him to do this one thing.
“What if I'm not good at it?” he finally said.
He didn't realize he shouted slightly, and you heard. Your heart sank when he said that. You got up from the bed, went to the bathroom door, and knocked on it.
He opened the door, and you stood there looking up at him. A smile crept up on your face. You took him by his hand and took him back to the bed.
He sat on the edge of the bed. He was now looking up at you; you stood there between him and slowly tilted his head up. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against his chest.
You lightly kiss him, something you or anyone has never done before. It was new and different for him.
“If you don't want to cuddle or do any of that affectioney shit, you don't have to. I just wanted to do something new with you.”
“Kiss me again, like you did before.”
You smile and kiss him ever so lightly. You started to get butterflies in your stomach because he was mimicking your kiss. It was light and lovely.
Once you broke the kiss, you crawled back in bed under the covers, and he followed. He wasn't rough with you this time; he held you close like you were glass.
His head rested on top of your head. You slowly drifted asleep. It was perfect.
“Te amo, mi querida,” he whispered.
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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!
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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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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 chats with a cabbie and flies home to see her family, whom she hasn't spoken to in a long time.
pronouns: she/her
warning: nothing. If I miss something, please let me know.
word count: 774
a/n: honorary tag @thedarthpancakes
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You were scared to go back home but were relieved to be going back. You missed your home and your family.
You don't remember the exact reason why you left; all you remember was being on a plane to New York City. You didn't have much money, but enough to get by for a couple of months.
You called a cab and waited outside on your stoop, waiting for it to show up.
You look at the weather on your phone for London, and like usual, it is gloomy. You heard two honks from a white town car and saw a man's face peer from the window.
“Y/N L/N?” he yelled.
You nod and walk down the steps. He opens his door and walks over to open yours, but you beat him to the punch and opened it and just sat in the back.
He walked back to his side and turned to look at you, “Where am I taking you, sweetheart?”
You were looking out the window and, in a muted tone, answered him, “JFK airport, please.”
The drive was quiet.
“So, where are you heading to?” he asked, looking back at you in the mirror.
“Um, London.”
“Nice, I know some people over there. Is it going to be a short stay?”
“Oh um,” you look down and remember you only have your purse with you, “No, my family lives there. I'm just coming home.”
“You know what the best thing about cab drivers is?” he asked.
“What's that?”
“There are millions of us in the city, so you can just vent to us, pay, and leave. Never have to see us again. It's like cheap therapy.”
You laugh at his comment, “Yeah, I guess that's true.”
You take a deep breath, “Well, something happened, I think, and I got scared and left. All I remember feeling on the flight to New York was fear.”
“You don't remember what happened?”
“No. Have you ever just gone on autopilot, and in the middle of that, you come back unaware of what happened.”
“Yeah, I've had a similar thing happen to me.”
You arrive at the airport, and he quickly walks around the car and opens your door.
You're met with his tall frame, look up to his eyes, and see a mix of hurt and comfort for some reason.
You smile at him, go through your purse, hand him what you owe him and then some.
He walks back to the driver's side and counts the money, you walk away, and he calls back to you, “Hey, you left me too much.”
He jogs back to you with the leftover bills, “Your total was only $15.75, and you handed me almost 60.”
“Call it my bill for my therapy session,” you chuckle and smile and walk into the terminal.
You go through security, and then your flight is called to board.
It was a 7-hour flight, and you decided to just relax before getting home. You were watching an in-flight movie when her voice crept up in the back of your mind.
You whisper to her, “Please not now, Bast.”
“If not now, when?” she asks.
“Bast,” you look at the cabin, and everyone is primarily asleep; some still have their overhead lights on, “I just wanna go home. I don't think I can do this anymore.”
She sighs, “This is a breach of contract.”
“I know, and I'm sorry, but I can't take it anymore. It's too much. Just find someone else.”
“Just think of all the people you are helping. I've been nice and let you go home,” she takes a deep breath, feeling how much pain you're in, “ I promise you that I will let you go once I find a new suitable avatar.”
You nod at her words and fall asleep, but the turbulence keeps you awake.
It was when you finally landed that you woke up. You don't remember falling asleep, but you were glad you did.
Once you were off the plane, you turned your phone on and didn't know if you should call.
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. When you left, it was sudden, and haven't called her since.
You were pacing back and forth; 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?”
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a/n: So I use some words and phrases in Arabic. I don't know Arabic in any way, shape, or form. They are all from google translate or other websites. If I used anything in the wrong way or spelled something wrong, please let me know.
a a/n: ya hayati= my life, ya helo= my beautiful, albi= my love, zawjai= wife/my wife
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You were in love. Like really in love with your girlfriend, Layla.
She was so intelligent, quick-witted, and beautiful.
She took care of her, and you took care of her. No matter what, you were there for each other.
The two of you shared a home in the countryside of London over in Stroud. You were still close to the city, around 20 minutes but far away that all you could hear was the sound of the tall grass rustling in the light wind.
You walked into your home and called her, “Babe, I'm home!”
You didn't hear her response. She could have still been out, but her scooter was in the garage.
“Layla!” you sang in the kitchen, unloading the groceries you bought home from the local market.
You put the flowers you bought in the vase on the kitchen island and filled it up with water.
You creep up the stairs, peeking your head in the rooms and frowning when you don't see her.
When you got to the final room, you smiled when you saw her in bed. It was 5 in the afternoon, and she was still in bed.
You shake your head with a smile and sneak up to her wrapping your arms around her blanket-covered waist.
“Mhmm, hello ya hayati,” she said as she stretched awake.
“Hi, sleepyhead,” you said as you planted lots of kisses on her face, “thought you would be productive today?”
“I was productive; I woke up a little after you left, made breakfast, and went for a jog,” she described her day. As you were looking down at her, she stroked your face.
“Well, I guess it was productive; maybe you can be more productive with me and help with dinner?”
“I'd love to,” she smiled.
Oh, gods, her smile lit up every room she was in. It was the first thing you noticed about her when you met.
You were at a coffee shop in the city working on a deadline. When she walked in, the door rang a bell, and you noticed her. She smiled at the barista. You assumed she was a regular the way they were talking with each other.
Then, she noticed you staring and gave you a small wave.
It was embarrassing that you were staring at her, and she spotted you; you quickly went back to work, and then she stepped in next to you.
“You know,” she started, “it's only polite if you wave back at someone who waves at you.”
You just stared at her, “Oh, sorry, I didn't know if you were waving at me or-”
“You knew I was waving at you. But I'll let it slide because you're cute.”
You almost choked on air.
“What? You seem like you don't get compliments at least a million times a day,” she sat down across from you.
“It's just that I've never met someone so forward,” you finally choked out.
“Well, you should get used to it,” she smirked at you, sipping her coffee, “My name's Layla.”
“I'm Y/N.”
“A beautiful name to match a beautiful girl.”
That was a year ago, and you were so happy that you went into that coffee shop. A lot has happened in a year. You and Layla went on many adventures; you moved in together, quit your job, and got one in the next town in a small bookshop.
Now she and you were in the kitchen making dinner. The music on the record player was just a collection of songs from the ‘60s.
You were laughing as you were stirring the sauce for the spaghetti, and Layla pulled you into a waltz.
“Layla,” you laugh, “The sauce will bubble over.”
“Calm down, ya helo, dance with me. You worry too much,” she kisses you lightly on the lips.
You were dancing and swaying; it was like a dream.
She whispered sweet things that mixed English and Arabic.
You snapped out of your loving haze when you heard sploshing fall onto the floor. You look over and see that the sauce bubbled over.
“Oh, shit,” you say in surprise. She giggles and goes over to help you out.
Then dinner was served. You put the spaghetti and sauce in a bowl and head over to the couch.
The music was still going on in the background, and you could finally settle in.
“So, how was your day?” she asked.
“It was okay. We got a new shipment of books, and I just stocked them up.”
“Very exciting,” she said, putting a spoonful in her mouth.
You took a sip of your wine that Layla so graciously poured, and then you felt eyes on you.
You turn your head and meet Layla's gaze, “What's up babe?” you ask.
“I'm just happy,” she happily sighs.
You blush pink, “Awe, babe, me too.”
You lean in and kiss her.
“Would you be happier if I asked you to marry me?” she quickly and casually said.
Her question takes you by surprise, and you choke on your wine.
You continue coughing and signal Layla to get you some water. She quickly got up and filled a glass, and you drank it all, finally clearing your throat.
She giggles, “I'm sorry, babe. I didn't know my question would almost kill you.”
You say breathlessly, “Sorry, I was just cut off guard by your question. But are you serious?”
“Of course I am. I'm happy and very much in love with you, albi.”
You sit back on the couch, and she nuzzles her nose against yours, making you lose your train of thought.
You kissed her lightly, and she bought you in more.
“So? Is that a yes?” she whispered against your lips.
“Yes,” you whispered, “Yes! Yes! A million times, yes!”
You brought her into a hug, and the two of you were giggling and telling each other how much you loved one another.
“Wait right here!” she said and jumped off the couch, sprinting to her bag by the door.
“Close your eyes!” She says, and you do as you're told.
The couch cushion dips beside you, and something is placed on your lap.
“Okay, open them.”
You look at the small maroon box, and your heart begins to thump as if out of your chest, and you slowly open it.
Resting inside the box is a simple band with small diamonds placed around it.
Written inside the band were the words انا احبك which meant I love you in Arabic.
You look at her and start to tear up. She placed the ring on your finger.
“Okay, now you wait here,” you say, getting up and rushing up the stairs.
Now you being you, you always dreamt of this day with Layla. You knew it was written in the stars that you would marry her.
So one day, you kinda raided her jewelry box, and you found a ring. It was a plain gold band and in it was a saying in Arabic لك إلى الأبد ، دائمًا which means ‘forever yours, always.’
Upon more research, you figured out it was her dad's.
So you took a big risk bed and had it mended for her.
You went bag downstairs, and she was sitting with her legs crossed, and eyes closed, smiling.
You sit next to her and place the bag in her hand.
She opened her eyes and opened the bag. Her eyes were wide.
“So listen, the ring was your dad's. I had it sized to fit your finger and added some other little details. I know I probably should’ve asked you first, but I wanted it to be a surprise, and if you don’t like it, I can always get it back to its original form of glory.”
She was speechless, “I… I love it.”
“Really? Oh, thank the gods! I made sure they kept the inscription on the back, and for the diamond part, I had them do a design of a scarab because your dad would call you little-”
“Scarab.”
“Yeah! And the diamond itself is a ruby. It may or may not have been from one of the tomb raids we did over the summer.”
She looked up at you and kissed you; she practically smashed her face with yours.
Once your lips parted, you put the ring on her finger.
Once the two of you settled down, she put her arm around you, and you sank into her side. Both of you were admiring the rings on your finger, playing with each other's hands.
“You know we could just get married now,” Layla says softly.
“Really? You’d want to just do it? No big fancy wedding?”
“Nah. I mean, who are we going to invite? All we really have is Steven and Marc.”
“and Khonsu,” you chimed.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Oh, don’t forget about Taweret.”
She smiles again, “So zawjati, what do you say?”
“I say let’s go get our best outfits, and on the way, I'll call Steven and Marc, telling them to meet us at Lagaro’s office.”
Both of you speedily get your clothes and get in the car, on your way to getting married.
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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?
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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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fandom: triple frontier
pronouns: she/her
type: smut and a little fluff
warning: sex (p in v), fingering, eating out, sixty-nining, three somes
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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.
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.
a a/n: heres part two :) @daddysfavoritesexkitten also tagging @thedarthpancakes 🖤🖤🖤
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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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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.
