#moon knight neighbourhood au

[ohlovxr]

the one where he fucks you in the kitchen

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He hasn’t fronted much since Marc and Layla met you. He’s left it all to Marc. After all, he’s the one who saw you first. He’s the one married to Layla, and the efforts made to have you were executed by the both of them. They were a team, and he simply wasn’t a part of it.

He hasn’t let Steven front at all, as a matter of fact. The poor guy’s riddled with guilt and might just say something he shouldn’t. It’s too risky.

He was just a bystander, not that he really minded, but that didn’t mean he felt nothing. He saw you, lived with you, nearly as much as Marc did. He fell in love with you just as Marc did.

He bided his time; he waited for the right moment to have you for just a little while, if not only a few minutes. He just wants to feel you. To have you feel the love he holds for you.

Jake decides the perfect time to front was the middle of night. When the bed shifts slightly, the woman sliding off of it trying to be as quiet as possible, and the soft patter of bare feet across the wooden floors could be heard heading out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

He follows after a few moments, careful not to wake Layla, and is greeted by the sight of your back turned to him when he enters the kitchen. A little light underneath a cabinet dimly lit up a portion of the space.

He clears his throat.

Startled, you jump and turn around. One hand is holding a glass of water and the other comes up to press against your chest. A sleepy smile graces your face when you realize who it is. “Marc, you scared me.”

His mouth twists a little with dissatisfaction, but he lets it drop quickly. He doesn’t imagine there’s any way you’ll be calling him Jake anytime soon.

You saw it anyway. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“No,” this was the first time he’s spoken to you himself. If Marc knew what he was up to, he wasn’t letting himself be known just yet. “No, honey, you didn’t. I just,” he takes a breath, “couldn’t sleep.”

Your brows furrow, concern paints across your face.

His sweet girl, always the worrier. Jake hums, stepping towards you, “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

He manages to corner you against the counter. One hand comes up to press between your brows to smooth away the tension. You giggle at the playful gesture before he says, “stop worrying,” with a hint of a smile. He brings his other hand up to cup over the small bump of your stomach. “How are you?”

You reach back to place your cup onto the counter then bring the same hand up to cup his face. You smile up at him and he knows then that seeing you from a mirror is nothing compared to this. “Stop that.”

It earns you a huffed laugh from him.

“We’re fine.” You nod your head towards the glass of water. “Just thirsty.”

Both his hands slide down to knead at your thighs and both your hands slide up to hold onto his shoulders. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

Jake shrugs before easily lifting you by your thighs and setting you down onto the counter, a soft gasp leaving your lips in the process. He ghosts his lips over yours. “No reason. I just couldn’t.”

A little hmph comes from the back of your throat when he presses closer to you and the sudden feel of him, half-hard, is against you. “I dunno. I think I’m feeling the reason right now.”

With a teasing pinch to your thigh and click of his tongue, he mumbles, practically against your lips with how close he’s gotten, “stop being cheeky,” before he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and drags you into a kiss. One that’s long and messy and expands into multiple because of how neither of you seem to be able to pull away.

His hand comes to push the shirt you wore, Marc’s, up before pushing your panties to the side. You moan needingly into his lips when he slips his finger into you and presses up. He can feel how wet you are, still full with some of Marc’s cum from when he had taken you over the couch just before you’d gone to bed.

Thinking back to it makes his cock jump against you in its confines. You’d gotten so wet for Marc so easily. He’d gotten as far as rubbing your swollen clit through your panties before you were begging for his cock. Before you were insisting that you were and could take him just like that.

Jake had never wanted to take over so bad. To tell you how perfect you are when Marc eased his cock into your sopping hole and you’d taken him in like your body was made just for him. To be the one cupping the bump of your belly where his baby grew as he fucked into you in a way that brought pleasured tears to your eyes. To be the one you looked back at with the most love and adoration in your eyes.

He presses another finger into you, curling them both upwards to prod at your spongy g-spot. You whine, finally pulling your lips away to speak hushedly, “C’mon, Marc, you know I can take it.”

Jake groans and presses his forehead against yours as his eyes close.

You persist, the hands on his shoulders tightening their grip. “Please.”

It’s all he needs to open his eyes and see yours staring so desperately up at him before he’s pulling his fingers out of you to pull his pants down and letting his cock spring free. Greedily, you bring one hand down to guide him to your entrance, rubbing his tip over your already dripping cunt.

He coos to you as he pushes one thigh back gently to get you open to him. “Easy, mi amor. I’m not going anywhere.”

Even with that, you’re easing him into you and tugging at his shoulder impatiently, wordlessly telling him, “come on, move!”

You’re so distracted that you cease to notice the new term of endearment slipping from his lips.

He has to drown his moan against your lips once he’s fully seated inside you. What he watched didn’t even begin to compare to how you’re making him feel. Your arms wrap around his neck tightly, bringing him so close that he could feel your heart beating through your chest and into his, your legs clinging to his waist and trying to pull him further into you. Your pussy flutters around his cock and makes him twitch as he rests in there for a moment, letting your walls mold to his shape while he kisses you.

When he starts thrusting, he doesn’t bother pulling out much at all. His cock hits parts deep inside of you that have you clenching around him and gasping into his mouth. He does it enough that your slick starts dripping down the base of his cock and to his balls.

His hands support your back as he pulls you to the edge of the table, getting his tip to start poking at a different angle.

It must’ve been the one Marc had fucked into, the one that brought you to tears and that the man had abused until you were surely sore and swollen, because a broken noise escapes you the second he hits it.

A little panic ran through him.

“Shh,” he murmurs with his lips against your forehead, bringing a hand up smooth over the back of your head, “It’s okay, honey, I know.”

Jake wasn’t scared of many things, but there would be Hell to pay if Layla wakes up and finds him doing this to you instead of her husband.

You whine, looking up at him with teary eyes and pupils blown wide with pleasure, your legs locking even tighter around him. “O-Oh, my-”

“That’s it, huh?” He breathes a laugh, licking his lips as he watches your eyes roll back and letting his thrusts get a little harder. “That’s where you need it, princesa, I know.”

It only takes a couple more thrusts before you’re falling apart around him, melting into his arms as your pussy flutters and squeezes his cock, urging him to spill into you.

He follows you quickly, spurting cum deep into your womb.

He’d say he hopes it takes, but he’s lucky enough to already have you getting so pretty and round with his baby.

[tenebriiis-archived]

🎵 + gimme some of that cait and lb >:3c

Send me 🎵 + a ship and I’ll post a song many songs that reminds me of that ship! OTP

• "ARMY" by Besomorph, Arcando & Neoni

•  “Illuminated” by Hurts

• “You Belong to Me” by Cat Pierce

• “Grind Me Down” by Lilianna Wilde

• “A Little Death” by The Neighbourhood

• “Fools” by  Lauren Aquilina 

•  “Dynasty” by MIIA (Death Knight / Life Priestess AU)

•  “Meet Me On The Battlefield” by  SVRCINA

• "Storm" by Ruelle

• "Dusk Till Dawn" by ZAYN & Sia

• "And I Love Her" by the Beatles

• "I Want To Hold Your Hand" by The Beatles

• "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing" by Aerosmith

• "Sin Miedo a Nada" by Alex Ubago & Amaia Montero

• "Dulce Locura" by La Oreja de Van Gogh { Reincarnation/Soulmate AU & Pre-Death Knight & Life Priestess AU }

• "Angels" by The XX

• "Talking to the Moon" by Bruno Mars { Reverse Timeline/Doctor Who AU - aka: Monkey & Annie's stabbing their hearts to death part 1 AU }

• "Flesh" by Simon Curtis

• "Partners in Crime" by Set it Off ( Criminal Girlfriends!50s AU tho it works for Canon pretty well too xD)

• "Por Amor al Arte" by Ivan Guevara ( Childhood Friends / HighSchool Sweethearts AU mostly )

{ 🙗 } // Lissen when it’s about @piltover-sharpshooter​ ♥ I can’t NEVER choose just one; the proof is right here { 1 & 2 } ; about how I was supposed to choose only 5, but when you have such a magnificent, creative & inspiring writing partner with such a wonderful OTP on hands & tons of AUs to choose from & either cry/laugh/go killed by the feeling's train 24/7 ... can you even blame me~? Everything I hear I can say "THIS IS X AU" & I LOVE IT, Tick isn't even a national treasure... he is a Universal Treasure with all that mind of his own uwu BE RIGHT BACK.... Watch me create an Spotify Playlist of more than +100 songs for this Ship as I get drunk in feelings & Rose Flavored Tea ♥

[fabulanova-ffxv]

Happily Ever After [LuNyx]

LUNYX WEEK—DAY 1: ALTERNATIVE STORY / MODERN AU

Having just moved into a new adobe, the newly weds cherish their precious moments of peace in their favourite nook. 

SHIP: Luna/Nyx

WORD COUNT: 1307

TAGGING: @lunyxweek

❝ Cause money can buy me a diamond that fades But ours is a love story for every age I'll be the writer, and you'll be my page If you let me...❞

The night was quiet in the Ulric household. Boxes–some opened and sealed–scattered the floor of the new apartment, along with various knick knacks yet to find their placements on shelves. Amongst this mess, a young Galahdian male padded through in a mission to find his dearest wife–careful to not trip on the boxes along his path.

"Luna." he called to his beloved, a name his lips were familiar of speaking.

"I'm over here." the very voice he sought responded—smooth as honey, and warm enough to melt his soul.

Nyx smiled, knowing well where his wife was hiding. Making his way to their small living room, he peered through the open window to see Lunafreya sitting at the balcony of the fire escape. A blanket was laid across her legs–keeping her warm from the night’s chill–along with a notebook and pen in her hands. Even in the darkness of this night, she still looked radiant–like the moon, as stated by her very name.

"I was looking for you." Nyx spoke climbing through the window to the fire escape.

Lunafreya looked up from her notebook and sent her warming smile at her husband. Her eyes twinkled like stars, causing Nyx's heart to flutter. "But you found me." she quipped back.

Nyx too chuckled, settling himself to sit behind her. "I always know where to find you." he said, wrapping a arms around his wife's waist to pull her closer. She nestled on his lap, back now flush against his chest.

Lunafreya relaxed, melting against the warmth of her husband's hold. Sure the blanket was warm, but nothing could compare to the toastiness that Nyx provided.

Silence transpired between the two, with only the sounds of the neighbourhood entering their ears; like that of chattering from those below, the passing of cars  and joyful cheers of nightful parties from the apartments close by. It was a Friday night–the most primest of times for this sleepless city. However those sounds only emphasised the serenity and comfort that the couple were sharing. They loved the city, as much as they loved one another. It was their home in which they found for themselves and in each other–nothing could take that away from them.

"What are you working on?" Nyx asked, breaking the silence. He peered over, resting his chin on her shoulder to take a quick glance at the many notes neatly written on the pages. Neon colours of highlighters pigmented the pages, accompanied by post-it notes and folded corners. She was organised, a definite contrast to the Galahdian himself. It was a wonder that she found something in him. "Another book?"

"Mhmm." Lunafreya hummed, tapping on the book with her pen. "Just brainstorming for ideas."

"Does it require an interview?" Nyx commented wittingly. "Y'know you don't have to chase me down anymore."

Lunafreya laughed at Nyx words. The memories of those days seemed so long ago, yet they were still so fresh in her mind–like she had never lost them. She remembered the many days she'd appear at Nyx's door and be greeted with a scowl of his morning face. How he managed to deal with her for so long was a miracle. But it was her persistence to write out his story which started this unpredictable romance. It wasn’t long before his tale became a part of hers too. "If you're willing." she grinned, taking note of Nyx's slight frown. "I'm only teasing Nyx. I have a story of my own to tell."

"Will I be in it?" Nyx asked. "I would like to play the hero if you don't mind."

"Yes you are." Lunafreya replied, "But no you're not the hero."

"The sidekick?" Nyx raised his brow in question, however Lunafreya shook her head. "The villain?"

"Nope."

"That one character that only has two lines in the whole story?"

Lunafreya giggled and shook her head once more. "I'm writing an autobiography silly! And you," she glanced up at Nyx, gazing at him with her sky-painted eyes. "play the role of my husband. A role that is better than any superhero, if you ask me."

Nyx pursed his lips as though he was in thought. "I dunno, Luna." he smirked. "I still think a superhero is better."

Lunafreya rolled her eyes, but nevertheless she still smiled. "Think of yourself as more of a knight, Sir Ulric."

"Then does that make you my princess, Mrs Ulric?" Nyx's smirk widened.

"I thought I was always your princess." Lunafreya to smirked in return.

"Of course, your highness." Nyx said, his voice adopting a slight 'posh' accent. And without saying anymore, he leaned down to capture the princess’s lips in a sweet kiss. His lips whispering the wordless love as she kissed back. He held her close, relishing how perfect she always felt in his arms–like a perfect piece to a puzzle.

"I love you..." Nyx murmured as they pulled away, lips still brushing slightly against her own.

“As do I.”  Lunafreya whispered back snuggling closer into Nyx’s hold. Resting her head against his chest, she could hear his heart beating, every pound like a steady drum, and feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath.  It said all she needed as a reminder that he was still here with her. Till death to us part as spoken in their promised vows.

"Perfect, isn’t it?" Nyx asked softly.

Lunafreya glanced back up at Nyx too see his attention fixed on the view before them. "Yeah." she breathed, "Breathtaking." she too turned her gaze to the night before them. The blessed lights of mother nature twinkled like gifts from the heavens. Such night was the norm, however this moment felt a lot more special–maybe it was because of whom she was sharing it with.

The hushed comfort returned. However a familiar tune sounded from soft humming. As soft as it was, the melody was all it took to dismiss the silence. Yet that feeling of calm still remained. The song, was of that which played on their wedding day. It told the words of wise men, of fools falling in love, written in a story that was never meant to be. She could remember the feeling of Nyx holding her–arms on her waist and hers around his neck–as they swayed slowly to the music of their first dance. As they gazed lovingly into each others eyes, it was at the moment did it really sink in. They were no longer strangers, nor just friends. But a husband and wife–a king to his queen. It really was their happily ever after.

Suddenly, the humming was soon accompanied with another instrumental–a soft snoring coming from behind. Lunafreya turned her head to see her beloved husband had fallen asleep. She laughed softly, though she didn't blame him. The late hour had come and it was due for them to submit themselves to slumber. With that being said, a cool nightly breeze blew, brushing against her skin like a caress–it was time for them to retreat back inside.

"Nyx." Lunafreya called out, gently shaking her husband. "Wake up."

Nyx stirred, but did not wake.

Lunafreya chuckled. Shuffling closer, she then pressed a quick kiss on his lips. And like the magical touch, his steel-blue eyes opened

"Luna?" Nyx mumbled.

Lunafreya giggled. "C'mon sleeping beauty, let’s get back inside."

A yawn sounded past Nyx's lips. However he had yet to budge from his position, and instead only pulled Lunafreya closer. "Just a few minutes more." he mumbled, burying his face in her shoulder, her golden locks tickling his cheeks.

Lunafreya sighed, but a smile graced her lips. "Fine, just a few minutes more."

But they both knew that was all but an understatement.