#layla el faouly smut

[midgardian-witch]

Lazy Mornings

You wake up with only Layla sharing your bed and decide to enjoy the time together.

Part of both my Loving You (Plural) series and one of my entries for the Moon Knight Bingo.

AO3 [MASTERLIST]

Body Worship - Moon Knight Bingo

tags: gn!reader | body worship | nipple play | cunnilingus | polyamory | the Moon Boys are mentioned but don't appear in this one | mainly me waxing poetically about how fucking gorgeous Layla is

ships: Layla El Faouly/Reader

tagged: @spacecowboyhotch @moonknight-events @juneknight @eyelessfaces

"I won't lie and say I am not happy about having you all to myself for once," Layla murmurs in between yawns. 

You snort and shake your head against your pillow. Layla just grins at you, happy to have made you laugh. She's not wrong though. It's become a rarity that you get to spend time with only one of your lovers nowadays. You love having all of them around and yet it's nice to have the focus of one of them solely on you for once, and to have your focus solely on one of them in return. 

Steven had to get up early for work and hates to wake either of you (even though you know Layla is a light sleeper and probably wakes up each time anyway) so instead you know you'll be greeted by a sweet little note on Gus' fish tank once you leave the bed. 

If you leave the bed. 

You cuddle closer to Layla, limbs entangled under the blankets, and kiss her cheek. She looks so beautiful in the morning light with the early sunlight filtering through the curtains. Her hair looks unbelievably soft and you can smell her shampoo from where you are pressed against her. And her eyes, gods you could stare into them forever, the sun making her dark brown eyes shine like molten gold. You're not surprised Taweret chose Layla as her Avatar, to you she might as well be a goddess herself. 

"Any plans for today? Seems like we got the flat to ourselves,” she comments, pulling you out of your reverie, “For the next few hours at least."

Layla pulls you deeper into her arms and your lips find the crook of her neck, placing feather-light kisses on her soft skin. 

"Can we just stay in bed for a bit?", you murmur against her neck. The only answer you get is a satisfied hum, your lover thoroughly enjoying your undivided attention and affection. 

You know she can feel you grin against her as your kisses slowly drift further from her neck down to her chest. You linger over her breastbone, your hands traveling over her sides, slowly inching upwards. 

Layla's delighted giggles turn into breathy moans as your fingers faintly brush her nipples. She wiggles against you, displeased by your teasing. She can feel you chuckle, the warm puffs of air making her skin tingle. 

"I'll make it worth your while," you continue as you slowly pull up the tank top she uses as a night shirt. Layla hums affirmingly and sits up so you can undress her more easily, tossing the blankets off of you in the process. With quick, eager motions you remove her top, her breasts now on full display. Your eyes travel over her body, taking in her uncovered skin like she is a work of art to be admired. 

Layla reaches out to you, her hand covering yours. "You know you can touch me, right? You did a great job with it just a minute ago." The impatience in her voice makes you feel giddy and you slowly raise her hand to your mouth. Your lips graze gently over the back of her hand before you lazily place gentle kisses all over it. "Why hurry? We have so much time," you counter as you turn her hand and continue placing kisses on her palm. 

Layla groans in frustration and you can see her trying to be subtle, rubbing her thighs together. Your soft touches seem to already be having an effect on her. "Do I have to beg? Is that it?" Your grin spreads even wider as you continue to pepper her wrist with feather-light kisses. With a thoughtful hum you let go of her hand. "I'm not going to say no to that. Although we should probably not tell the boys that I can make you beg so easily," you give her a wink before slowly crawling over her, "Can't have them get competitive or else none of us will ever leave this bed again." 

Layla's laughter dies in her throat as you lean down and wrap your lips around one of her nipples. An elated moan escapes her perfect lips, her hand that you were just covering with kisses grabbing onto your shoulder to keep you in place. 

You chuckle against her skin, lazily switching between swirling your tongue around the already hardened nipple and sucking on it. You're using one hand to hold you upright over Layla's half-naked body while you tease the neglected nipple with your other, gently rubbing and twisting it between your thumb and pointer finger. 

Layla makes no attempt to stifle her moans, her sighs of pleasure filling the room. The sound is music to your ears; it's been too long since you had Layla all to yourself so you were going to make the most of it. 

Once you've spent a good time paying attention to each nipple with both your mouth and fingers you lean back to admire your handiwork. Her nipples, erect and flushed from the continuous stimulation, all but beg you for more, to be teased and tasted and bitten. Layla looks up at you, glassy-eyed, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. She can't help squeezing her thighs together at your heated gaze, desperate for any friction against her cunt. 

"Tell me what you want," you coo seductively, "Tell me and I'll give it to you." In response Layla spreads her legs, wide enough for you to settle in between them. "Eat me out?" she offers, more a question than a demand. You hum quietly as you kneel between her legs, your hands traveling over her soft thighs, slowly inching closer towards her underwear. Your fingers skim the frilly lace (a beautiful gift from Marc), goosebumps forming in response to your touch. 

"I can do that," you reply. Bending forward, hands holding onto her thighs for support, you start to place teasing kisses over her stomach down towards her clothed cunt. She gasps and shifts under you, eagerly chasing your touch. Your lips linger on the line between skin and cloth, your eyes never leaving her face. 

Layla groans, clearly exasperated by your stalling. "You're such a tease. Worse than Jake, I swear," she tilts her hips up, trying to grind against your face but to no avail. You lean backwards with a smirk. "Don't let him hear that. He's pretty proud of being a little shit," you counter and give her a sly wink. She rolls her eyes with a snort. "Then don't try and compete with him for that," her lips twist into a smirk of her own. Tenderly she grabs your chin, slowly tilting your head up to look deep into your eyes. "Or do you want me to beg before I can get your mouth on me?" she asks again, raising an eyebrow. 

You grin like the cat who caught the canary. “Now, while I would love to hear that,” you croon as you slowly push down her underwear, unveiling her already slick pussy, “I had something else in mind.” With a little help from Layla you get her panties off of her and put them to the side. She spreads her legs invitingly and you lean down to kiss her mound. “Let me worship you,” you whisper against her skin before you swipe your tongue slowly between her folds. 

Layla gasps as your tongue draws lazy circles over her clit. You gather more of her slick on your tongue, savoring her taste, before wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking gently. Layla's hands try to find purchase, to draw you even closer into her, finally holding onto your shoulders in a tight grip. You giggle against her pussy, delighted by her eagerness. 

“Tell me how you want it, habibti . This is all for you,” you murmur lovingly. Before she can answer you give her clit another gentle suck and Layla curses under her breath. “Fuck, I don't know what's going to do me in first: your sweet-talking or your tongue on my clit,” she says breathlessly. Your smile turns into a smug grin. “Either way it's going to be my mouth that does it. So just relax and let me treat you like you deserve.”

It took you a while to be this bold with your affection, a little intimidated by how ridiculously gorgeous your partners are at first, but now it comes as easy to you as breathing. And to your knowledge your partners thoroughly enjoy that side of you too. 

“Finger me?” Layla asks as if you could tell her no. Slowly you slide one finger inside her, thrusting in and out at a leisurely pace before adding a second finger soon after. “‘s this good?” you ask, pulling your mouth away from her dripping cunt just enough for her to hear you clearly. Her walls clench around your fingers, urging you to keep going deeper. She nods quickly. “Stop talking and keep going or I swear I'll-” Layla gasps as you dive back down between her legs to devour her. You curl your fingers inside her cunt, searching for the spot that will make her see stars. When a strangled moan escapes her lips you know you found it. Your fingers and mouth work in tandem, guiding Layla higher and higher towards her peak. 

“Don't stop, please- oh fuck ”

Her thighs clamp down around your head, keeping you in place as her body trembles under your touch. Her walls tighten around your fingers as Layla comes undone. With your face buried in her pussy you can't see her face as she cums - to your great displeasure - but you feel her body tense with her orgasm and hear her high-pitched moans reverberate. 

Slowing your pace, you gently finger Layla through her orgasm. You apply gentle pressure to her clit with your tongue before switching to placing tender kisses over her mound instead, careful not to overstimulate her. Only once her breathing has calmed down and you feel her stop twitching around your fingers do you remove yourself from her cunt. 

Your lips and chin are soaked with her juices, as is your hand. With a satisfied smile you pull yourself up and take in the vision before you. Layla looks even more beautiful than before - if that is even possible. Her hair is a mess, some curls stick to her face while others frame her head like a halo. The rays of the rising sun reflect off of her now sweat-slick skin and give her an almost ethereal glow as she lays there between the crumpled sheets. 

She looks divine . 

“Get down here and cuddle with me,” Layla is beaming, arms outstretched towards you, beckoning, “I want to take care of you too.” You lay down next to her and as soon as you hit the mattress she is already pulling you into her embrace. “You don't have to,” you mumble as you nestle into her, “This was for you.” 

It's quiet as you lay there, limbs a tangled mess. The only sounds filling the air are your breathing and the beating of your hearts. 

“We should probably get up soon. Be productive or something,” you groan as you slowly try to get back up - to at least wash your hands and your face. Layla pulls you back down before you can even sit up straight. “I think,” she whispers into your ear seductively, “we can be plenty productive right here.” You laugh quietly and shake your head. 

“Why do I have the feeling that your definition of that word is very different from mine?”

“What do you mean? Don't you think a round two would be productive?”

Her lips trail down your neck, her teeth nipping at your skin teasingly. You gasp as her hands find their way under your pajamas. 

“Well, if you say it like that, who am I to argue?”

[uselesssomebody]

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 (18+)

the do's (rules & information):

readers must be over 18 reading these drabbles

all works will be under or roughly a thousand words

thirty-one days of smut drabbles

ten days are open to requests for the kinks

ten days will include dark content (will be properly tagged)

five will include a dominant reader

the don'ts (what i am not interested in writing):

i only write fem!readers, with all involved characters being over 18

the kinks i'd appreciate you don't request are anything to do with anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum), and certain dom/sub dynamics like age play or ddlg

otherwise, ask away, and i'll see if i'm comfortable writing your request!

the kinks and the characters

october 1: shower sex w/ frankie morales

october 2: ball worship (dom!reader) w/ eddie munson

october 3: sex pollen (dark) w/ din djarin

october 4: consensual non-consent (dark) w/ miguel o'hara

october 5: threesome (ffm) w/ marc spector & layla el-faouly

october 6: requested kink & character

october 7: breeding kink (dark) w/ duke leto

october 8: somnophilia (dark) w/ eddie munson

october 9: mutual masturbation (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 10: threesome (mmf) + double penetration (in one hole) w/ frankie morales and santiago garcia

october 11: titfucking w/ javier peña

october 12: requested kink & character

october 13: exhibitionism w/ poe dameron

october 14: dacryphilia (dark) w/ joel miller

october 15: temperature play (dom!reader) w/ din djarin

october 16: phone sex w/ jack daniels

october 17: corruption kink (dark) w/ dio morrissey

october 18: requested kink & character

october 19: edging (dark!dom!reader) w/ basil stitt

october 20: recording/blackmail (dark) w/ jonathan levy

october 21: mask + glove kink w/ jake lockley

october 22: hate + mirror sex w/ javier peña

october 23: cockwarming (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 24: requested kink & character

october 25: overstimulation w/ jake lockley

october 26: size difference w/ miguel o'hara

october 27: knife kink (dark) w/ bucky barnes

october 28: free use (dark) w/ joel miller

october 29: sex toys w/ natasha romanoff

october 30: requested kink & character

october 31: period sex/blood kink w/ santiago garcia

the characters (you guys can request)

from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington

from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara

from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian)

from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia

miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora)

miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey

if you want to request another character, don't hesitate! i will see what i can do.

notes

guys i know i haven't written in like 1200 months but i wanna get back into the mood with the short smutty stuff

besides, i've never done kinktober and every other one i've seen bangs so hard i simply couldn't resist

side note - dark fics will be only available on my adjacent dark blog: @darkuselesssomebody, but will be linked on this masterlist. if you wanna read the dark drabbles and future dark work, give it a follow!

i am also willing to take non-kinky & halloween themed requests, so if you have any, let me know!

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Mommy’s Sweet Praises

Pairing: Layla El Faouly x GN! Reader.

Summary: Layla likes to praise you.

Warnings: Praising kink, Mommy Kink, Oral sex (fem receiving), Reader's gender is purposely ambiguous which is why there is no mention of them getting off (I can write a full smut fic with a GN reader just wasn't bothered to here), lots of pet names. Layla has Mommy kink and is into giving praise because I said so.

Word Count: 374.

Writing Time: 20 minutes.

Format: Kinktober Imagine, Day 5.

A/N:

It's extremely short, I don't care y'all are getting so much out of me this Kinktober. I googled gender neutral pet names for this work, I was very disappointed. Someone please comment some gender neutral pet names I can use in my next works. I have much better Layla works . I kinda regret not making this a Steven work since I really wanna write for him and haven't yet.Thanks for reading, I am dead tired so not proof read.

Here is the masterlist for all Kinktober 2023 works.

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Imagine Layla El Faouly with a praise kink. A giving praise kink. She will be constantly complimenting you for anything with little phases like,

"Aw thank you Sweetie." with a kiss after you finished washing her dishes.

"Nice choice gorgeous!" with a grin when you model your outfit choice for an event to her.

"Well done love." with a small squeeze around you after you finally completed the next level on your favourite video game.

Well that was just in your day to day life. But her praises always carried over into the bedroom and they never failed to make you hot.

"Oh God Angel, you're making Mommy feel soo good..!"

"I need you baby, please, you've been so good all day."

"My dear, you really know how to work that tongue of yours darling."

You would often be on your knees off the bed eating your girlfriend out like there was no tomorrow, your arousal always started with Layla initiating the sex but then quickly became amplified with her sweet praises that came out in hushed moaned.

"Please keep going my Love, your mouth and fingers are so goood!"

"You're gonna make Mommy cum!"

You knew you could do so easily, because Layla never failed to remind you how good you were in bed. And everything else.

[winniethewife]

Looking good enough to eat (Layla El-Faouly x F!reader)

Prompt: Food play

Warning: Smut under the cut, breast play, grinding

Words:  438

She lay out on the bed with her shirt off and only in her underwear, her nipples hard in anticipation for the fun that her sweetheart Layla had planned for the evening. As her tan skinned compatriot rounds the corner, in her hand a can of whipped cream. She had a wicked grin on her face that sent her heart racing.

“Are you ready for this habibti?” Layla’s sweet seductive voice washed over her like a warm blanket. Her mouth went dry as Layla slipped the robe that she was wearing off her shoulders to reveal her naked body. She took a sharp inhale and nodded. Layla giggled and put the two items on the nightstand before crawling onto the bed, holding her toned body over her lovers as she begins to kiss her gently on her forehead, on each cheek, the tip of her nose, before settling on her lips, lingering there for a moment to enjoy the feeling of her skin against her own. Their lips moving against each other in beautiful harmony, hands gliding across bare skin, Layla moving her hips against hers. After a few moments they pull apart, Layla moves down her body and reaches to grab the Whipped cream, she turns the nozzle down and carefully, as if painting a masterpiece, starts to spread the cool feeling topping over her breasts in a spiral. After she feels she has accomplished her desired pattern she sets the can aside. Layla took a look at her handiwork with a smile.

“You look good enough to eat baby.” Layla cooed as she carefully Straddles her body to get a better positioning for what is to come. She leans over and starts to slowly lick the whipped cream off, making sure to make every second as tantalizing and teasing.

“Lay-la….gods…that…ngh” She softly moans at the feeling of her lovers tongue on his skin, the occasional playful nip drawing a whimper from her lips. Layla enjoyed every little sound that filled the air as she nipped, sucked, and licked her way through every inch of the whipped cream. Dragging her tongue in circles around her perky nipples, her brown eyes gazing into hers with excitement. Layla certainly knew how to keep her wrap her around her finger. As she watched Layla lick off the last of the white cream she gets a idea. She uses her legs to flip Layla over on her back and takes up the same position on Layla that she had been in a moment before. Layla looks at her intrigued as she grabs the can a smile on her face.

“My turn.”

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Tag: @moonknight-events @juneknight @spacecowboyhotch

[360iris]

Call it bed rest | married bestfriend!layla el faouly x reader x marc spector

6k word count. The trio’s evening wear. brainstormed with @welcometostayingawake

part i. home base—

“Well?” Layla asks persistently. She’s seated on the upholstered maroon bench at the end of your bed, facing away from you to grant you just a modicum of privacy as you finish getting dressed for the evening.

You recognize the tone she’s using. You know it's the one she takes to when she needs to instill more confidence than she might be feeling at the moment. You can see the way she juts her chin forward after she asks, her hands smoothing the warm velvet underneath her fingers.

When she’s met with little else other than the faint rustle of your clothes as you adjust the waistline of your red pleated mini skirt, her head begins to turn towards you.

“Don’t look.” You chastise immediately causing her to stop short.

“I wasn’t trying to!” She says facing forward, expelling an agitated huff. “I just wish you’d say something, the silent treatment is nerve wracking.”

“I honestly don’t know what you want me to say, Layla.” You finally confess with a heavy sigh, busying yourself with rolling up a matching red calf length sock.

“Maybe– Oh, that sounds fun?” She suggests with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Sounds fun?” You laugh with little humor, unbelieving. “You didn’t ask me to go bar hopping. Do you know what you asked me?”

“I’m aware.”

“You asked me to,” You plop down on the side of your bed, spearing your foot into the sock. Pointedly ignoring her sarcastic tone as you continue speaking. Your volume rising the longer you think about the absurdity of her request. “—fuck your husband! Who you’ve been married to, for the last three and a half years!”

“I said that I’d be there too, and it was just an idea.” She defends exasperatedly.

“An idea that you’ve thought about enough to already have Marc ‘fully on board’ as you said, in your own words!

“I’ve heard of a lot of couples that branch out– They ask themselves, ‘Why not? Why not bring in a third? What’s the worst that could happen?’ But what I’m not getting is, why now? Why me? Is your sex life really that bad?”

“Our sex life is fine!” Layla groans, flinging her arms up as she stands to make her way over to you. You’d been decently dressed for a while now.

“I’ll admit we have talked about it more than once.” This causes you to wince but she remains on point, sitting beside you softly. “I just.. thought it’d be something you’d be interested in.

“But look, we can still go out tonight– have a good time? Marc and I will bring you back home safe and sound.” She takes your right hand in hers lovingly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to upset you like this.”

Her genuine tone makes you look away, your eyes flitting about your room as you don’t even attempt to sort through the thoughts and feelings currently cluttering your mind. She was sitting close enough that you could smell the floral notes of her perfume, and feel the way her unruly curls tickled your neck.

“I’m not upset.” The admission comes out in a huff, so you don’t fault her for not immediately believing you. “I’m not upset with you, either of you. Honest. Though if you and Mr. Grumpy Eagle want to get into my pants, you’re gonna have to earn it. I’m talking nothing less than an absolutely stellar night– dinner and drinks, on you.”

“Oh, someone wants a free night out.” She notes jokingly, the corners of her lips starting to perk up.

“Hey let’s not forget, you’re the ones trying to find out what color my panties are. And everyone has a price. Fortunately for you, I’m giving you the discount clearance deal.”

She arches a brow at you quizzically, “What color are your panties? I mean they aren’t just matching everything else? You’re wearing all red tonight.” —lifting a hand to gesture towards your ensemble. The red oversized blazer, red blouse with a bow hand tied at the collar, red leather kitten heel flats and corresponding beret which sat atop your head.

“Maybe I’ll tell you after drinks, if you’re lucky.” You shrug her off with an airy laugh, moving to your vanity desk to get your purse in order. She watches with a fond smile.

“I can’t believe you called Marc, a grumpy eagle? What even is that?” She asks mid laugh, brows knitted as she thought on it.

Trifling through your purses you let out a snort, “Oh, you know. The muppet? It’s a big blueish gray looking thing. Ugly beyond belief, with two venomous caterpillars for eyebrows– I’m not explaining it well, but I’m telling you, Marc frowns just like him.”

“Charming.” You hear an unamused voice sound from the doorway of your bedroom.

Spinning around, you see him standing tall, nose up, chin tilted and shoulders ever square. The perfect picture of the strict, ex-military man you knew him to be.

“Dude– I could’ve been changing in here. Tits could have been to the wind at this very second.” You comment in an unbelieving tone, looking at him with a downturned pout.

His brows knit together in an unmoved but vaguely amused authentically Marc sort of way. “Right. Thankfully for my eyes and your wallet, that wasn’t the case, because you’d be paying for my therapy.”

Throwing the last of your things into a small red leather shoulder bag, you scoff audibly. “Ugh, I swear, I need you people out of my home.”

part ii. dinner—

You can tell the restaurant is flooded from the parking lot alone, but the second Marc holds open the door for Layla and then yourself, the sound of lively chatter and the hustle of workers hits you immediately.

“Can you imagine if we’d forgotten to book a reservation.” Layla notes offhandedly as Marc guides you further inside, an open hand ghosting the small of your back. “We’d have to go somewhere else entirely.”

Trailing behind Layla as she speaks to the hostess, you eye the crowded bar and the bartenders flitting from one end to the other furiously.

Tracking your line of sight, Marc nudges his chin in that direction. “What do you want to get? You can wait here with Layla while I go place our orders.”

“No, I’d rather do it. I don’t mind waiting.” You insist, “Besides who's to say they won’t flee the second they see your mean mug. We’ll all have to make our own drinks because there’ll be no one else left to.”

“Oh, you’re a comedian now, are you?” He scoffs, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pressed slacks and rolling his eyes just as Layla tries in vain to hide her growing smile.

“Yeah, I'm the funniest.” You reply with a shrug, “Anyway, I’ll go. What do you want me to get you?”

–and just as you’re walking away you can hear the words “It wasn’t even that funny.” and the reply, “I don’t know, I thought it was.”

To your surprise you’re standing at the bar for less than a minute before a bartender slides over, “And what can I get for the gorgeous woman in red? Cupid send you to make my night easier?”

He asks with a smile so infectious you can’t help but mirror it.

Although before you can word a reply, a tall and dark form slips in beside you. “Did you have anything in mind, Red? Or would you be okay with me ordering for you?” They ask smoothly, voice like melted brown sugar and butter.

The person you see before you is slender, pale and androgyny personified. Blonde hair cut mid length on the top and shaved at the sides, their lids bordered and smokey with black eye shadow– nose, ears and fingers lined with all silver jewelry.

All tight ripped black jeans, leather jacket open just enough to confirm there wasn’t anything underneath and artsy line art tattoos that hid past their collarbones just enough to play hide and seek behind the worn material of their outer garment.

“By all means,” You reply with muted intrigue, watching as they ordered for both of you, the bartender slinking away in faint surprise.

“Did you know that Orangutans share ninety-seven percent of their genes with humans and that they’re the most intelligent of all the primates?” They suddenly ask, making you chuckle from the comically random conversation starter.

Resting a hand against the aged bar, you look over the wall of alcohol before shrugging, lips pulled into a playful smirk. “That doesn’t mean much, humans share eighty percent of their genes with tapeworms.”

“I think the last thing I’d want to share my jeans with would be a tapeworm.” They answer back, eyes squinted introspectively.

“Only two out of five of them, last I heard they’re more into capris.”

And then they’re leaning in just a little closer as to extend their hand to you in greeting. “So you’re beautiful and quick-witted, I like it. I’m Aura."

You’re looking down at their slender hand, your eyes glossing along the few healed nicks and scrapes along the backside and the black nail polish chipped at the edges, when familiar manicured palms glide around your waist, coming to rest on your hips as Layla stands beside you with a big smile.

Just as you turn to her, you find Marc looming closely behind you, meeting your eye and holding your gaze as Layla speaks, her face inches away from your own.

“They’re ready to show us to our table so I came to get you, we can wash our hands before ordering.”

“What about the drinks?” You ask, your brows knitting together challengingly at the odd look Marc’s giving you– neither of you moving to break it.

“Marc said he’d get them.” Layla answers breezily, looking over to Aura who stares at the trio in front of them perplexed.

“Right… Well, I don’t mean to intrude.” You hear them say slowly from behind you.

“They’d just bought me a drink.” You recall suddenly, gesturing over your shoulder with an extended thumb.

“I’ve got you tonight, remember?” Marc speaks for the first time since arriving in front of you and you know he’s referring to all your dining expenses being covered by them for the evening, though you can’t help but think that the bill isn’t the only thing he’s alluding to.

Your chest twinges as you tilt your head back, your lips parting as you inhale.

“Are you two really having a staring contest now, of all times? Come on, before our table ‘fit for three’ miraculously transforms into a ‘family of six’ zone.” Layla says more urgently, pulling you out of your stand-off and away from Aura.

“We’ll meet you at the table, Marc.” She says finally before turning to Aura briefly, “Lovely to meet you, thanks for watching out for her.” —though she doesn’t linger long enough to hear their reply, coaxing you along with her, a firm hand wrapped around your waist.

part iii. drinks—

The rooftop bar they bring you to is stunning. All sleek gazebos, minimalistic outdoor furniture and night sky.

The three of you are tucked into a secluded corner overlooking the skyline when Layla reaches the end of her drink, “I’m going to turn this in and go to the restroom. Do either of you want anything else?”

Shaking your head, you fix a curl blown out of place by the evening air, tucking it behind her ear. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No.” She smiles, pressing a doting kiss against the apple of your cheek. Briefly caressing Marc’s arm before turning away. “I’m fine, I’ll manage.”

“K’ay.” You answer, grasping your drink a little closer as you go back to looking over the skyline in her absence. Your eyes drift over to Marc who’s leaning with his back to the wall in front of you, only to find he’s already looking at you– his stare heady and intense, and you can’t hold it for very long.

Choosing to take another sip of your drink, he speaks up.

“Why did you agree to come out tonight?” He asks in a low voice.

“What do you mean?” You turn to look at him, confused. “Layla asked me to.”

“No,” He shakes his head, not accepting your answer. “Tonight of all nights you agreed to come out. Knowing what it meant, and yet you still agreed to come. Why?”

“I mean, is it such a big deal?” You ask quietly, grasping at straws to avoid the topic of which you know is only a matter of time before he gets to it. Before he speaks it out loud and there’s no longer any way for you to avoid the inevitable, or deny the truth.

“I know she asked you earlier this evening. And you’re smart enough to know there’s only two ways tonight ends.”

“And what are my options?” You ask, finally meeting his gaze.

“We take you out to dinner, you finish your drink and we get you home safely. Just a nice evening out, meal covered. Our treat.”

“And the other?”

“We take you out to dinner, you finish that drink in your hand and we get you home. Take off each little red layer of clothing until it’s all littering the floor, and we fuck you til the only names you can remember are our own.

“But that option is why I want to know why you agreed to come. Because I know Layla, and you do too. And no matter what she says, it wouldn’t be just a one time thing. She’s too good, too loving for that. She’d put all her eggs into that basket. She’d be yours.”

“And what about you, Marc?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper as you look at him, really look at him.

You watch as his face gives away nothing, and the two of you stand there for a moment in a stand off of sorts. Because that’s how it is with the both of you. You’re too much alike. Both toeing the line, getting as close as you can to intimacy, to knowing and trusting a person without fully giving all of yourself over.

Was Layla the exception to that rule, or just further evidence of it? Some days you felt like you’d never really known the answer to that question.

But something always told you that you couldn’t do that with him. Couldn’t hide or conceal because there’d always be some tell tale, some sign.

He’s really close to you now, inches apart, you can feel him breathing. “I asked first.” He whispers, and your lashes flutter because this is what you’d wanted to avoid (even if you’d done such a shit job at it so far.)

You could feel yourself on the edge. Looking away, you whisper. “I wouldn’t belong to myself anymore.”

He nods softly, mirroring your volume. “Then who would you belong to?”

And though you shake your head you don’t pull away, locked so completely under his stare “Marc, please.”

“Do you trust us?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“The kind I think you know the answer to, even if you’re just too stubborn to answer.”

“You’re an asshole.” You mumble.

“So I’m told.” He nods.

“And I hate you for badgering me like this.”

“I can tell.” He answers.

“Loving you, both of you, would be something I wouldn’t come back from.” He’s got a hand in your hair, he's cupping your cheek and looking at you softer than you think you deserve. More in love with you than you think he should be. “You’d clean me out. I wouldn't have anything left to give anyone else.”

“Good.” He nods, “Because after tonight, I can’t stomach the fucking thought of there being anyone else for you.” —and he cranes his head forward to kiss you.

And you let him.

Marc is gentle, his lips against yours even moreso. Being under his palms, pulled against his chest as close as you can get, practically short circuits your brain and you almost lose the grip you had on your glass.

He takes your breath and you’re very loosely considering never breathing again if it meant you wouldn't have to part from him. But perhaps, for the best, he pulls away.

Both hands either in your hair or cradling your cheeks as he wordlessly kisses your temple and your forehead before reaching a greeting arm out from either of you, and you turn right as Layla approaches.

“What’s all this?” She asks, eyes soft and wide. Face pleasantly surprised as he wraps his free arm around her shoulders, bringing her in until you’re both chuckling.

“This, is proof that it’s time to take Red home.”

part iv. there’s no place like home—

You thought the moment the three of you returned to the four corners of your room, it’d be weird, just in general.

Layla wipes that notion from your mind the second you push past the door, when her lips press against yours, hungry and searching as she walks you backwards until your calves hit the side of your bed.

Her fingers are burrowed in the sheer fabric of your blouse, undoing the sizable bow that rests at your collar as she kisses you incessantly.

The two of you breaking into indulgent laughter when one kiss aims a little higher than the rest and she ends up planting it on the tip of your nose. Though, her laughter particularly livens when you return the favor.

Marc watches from the door, his hands burrowed into the pockets of his black slacks as he leans against the wooden frame. A fond smile playing on his lips as he watches you enjoy yourselves. No explicit need to rush into the action presents itself when he can take a step back and appreciate the view. This moment had been a long time in the making.

Layla takes her time freeing you of your clothes. Cherry picking what garments she wanted to remain while nyxing others, and in other moments, checking with Marc to gain his insight.

And by the time she presses you onto your back in bed, you’re left wearing only your skirt and socks.

“You know,” Marc pipes up, lifting himself from leaning against the wall to stand behind Layla as she stood over you. “I think it’s only fair if she’s not the only one losing layers.”

“I mean I only have two, but I see your point honey.” She replies rather thoughtfully, taking the time to act as if she’s thinking it over as he moves her hair to one side. Slowly kissing from the nape of her neck to her shoulder as she hums appreciatively.

Biting your lip, you watch in awe as he fiddles with the thin creme satin straps of her flowy, pleated dress.

His other hand rises to coax her chin towards him, their lips locking amorously as he gradually pulls the straps down her arms. More and more of her body comes into view until the shimmering, soft material lies at her feet and you’re marveling at her beauty.

Left in only her underwear, your attention is drawn to her breasts as her skin acclimates to the temperature of the room.

You catch Marc’s eye right as you rise to your knees, a deliciously devious plan is wordlessly communicated between the two of you in an instant and Layla’s none the wiser as he kisses her. His hands roam the curves of her hips and wide expanse of her breasts as you situate yourself in front of her.

Your mouth starts at her open throat, your warm lips catching her by surprise when you begin kissing and hungerily mouthing at her skin. Working your way lower, from her collarbones to her chest.

Women are soft, but Layla’s the softest woman you’ve ever come across and you indulge in this fact as greedily as you can.

Starting on the left side, you kiss the swell of her breasts. Diligently licking, sucking and biting there before switching to the other.

Your lips travel down her sternum, kissing her stomach and going lower until you’ve reached your destination.

Resting her head against Marc’s shoulder, you guide his left hand to her left thigh, it doesn’t take long for him to get the message.

Guiding her to put her weight against his chest, he hooks her left leg over his arm and thanks to the low height of your bed, you’re easily at the ideal height for your goal.

Layla rests a hand in your hair as you get situated and you rest your left hand over hers. “We’ve got you. Marc’s got you, baby.”

Holding her gaze, you begin rubbing her clit in tight circles. Setting into a fixed rhythm before bringing your mouth to her core, keeping your tongue flat as you lick into her.

“Oh, fuck.” She moans, sighing heavily as her hips begin working against your face. Whines increasing in volume as you pressed forward, your nose resting against her mound as you gradually built her up.

You kiss at her folds messily, gathering your saliva and her arousal onto your tongue and using it to your advantage as you eat her out.

Chin and throat drenched with your combined fluids, you moan into her cunt when a particularly strong suck against her puffy folds causes her to pull at your roots. Her words bordering nonsensical ecstasy as she fucks herself against your face, her clit swollen and throbbing as she nears her high.

“Look how good she’s being for you, baby. That’s our girl’s face you’re fucking, isn’t it? She’s working so hard. You gotta cum on her tongue sweetheart. I think she’s earned it. What do you say, hm?” Marc’s words wax filthy as he coaxes her further over the edge.

Hearing him speak in such an explicit manner only propels you forward as you groan into her, rubbing her clit in tighter, faster circles. Though it seems that you aren’t the only one he lights a fire under as her cunt starts clenching against your tongue. Her hips rocking consistently against your face, knocking your head back and forth until she’s orgasming.

Her breath hitches as she jerks against you. A sharp exclamatory scream filling the space when you drag your tongue against her clit, licking lazily until her sporadic jolts finally mellow out.

Marc lays her down on the bed gently and you take the moment to get off of your knees, settling down onto your bottom right as he kneels in front of you.

Hooking an arm around your waist, your laugh comes out hoarse as he licks at your throat, his mouth eventually finding yours as his free hand cups your face.

Your thoughts seem to be developing the habit of shuffling out of order the second Marc kisses you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you sink into the embrace, your fingers tangling in the soft dark curls at the base of his neck.

When he pulls back you’re left a little lighthearted but proving to be none the worse for wear when you peck his lips for one last kiss before unraveling yourself from him to check on Layla.

Resting a hand along her sternum she hums quietly when you call her name, her eyes opening as her breathing steadily evens out.

“Hey.” She greets and you and Marc can’t help but softly chuckle at how unbelievably fucked out she is.

“Hi.” You answer, pressing a doting kiss against her collarbone. “Should we get you some water? We can take a moment to pause if you need to be cuddled.”

She laughs heartily, bringing an arm over her forehead as she rests on her back. “I’m okay, you two can continue. I’ll just.. enjoy the show.”

“For future reference, maybe I shouldn’t go down on you again.” You suggest outwardly, rubbing her hair.

“Or do.” Marc chuckles, patting her feet supportively before rising from his knees.

“You know,” You begin in a mischievous tone, moving towards the edge of the bed again. “I think it’s only fair if you lose some layers too.”

“Which do you have in mind?” He asks, running his fingers through your hair.

Bringing your hands to his waist, you begin unbuckling his belt. Holding his eye as you untuck his black button down, “This.” —unbuttoning it from the bottom, up, until he’s able to slip it off his arms.

“And this.” You add, biting your lip as you unhook his slacks and slip open the zipper.

“And these.” You say finally, hooking your fingers under the waistband of his briefs and sliding the material down his thick legs.

“Leaving the socks on, are we?” He asks, amused when his cock bobs free from its confines, knocking against your chin and into his stomach with a wet slap.

“That way we’re matching.” You answer back distractedly, tastebuds taking in the salty tang of the precum that splashed against your lip.

Mouth salivating when he taps your cheek to draw your eye, his hand holding your chin. There’s a smug smirk playing on his lips but his eyes are soft, caring. You don’t think you’ll get enough of him, your feelings for him already consuming you. When he says, “Think you can handle it? Be a big girl, suck me off?”

The sly jab makes you smile despite yourself, your eyes fiery as you maintain eye contact. Grabbing him from the base of his cock and bringing your mouth to his balls, your nose rubbing against his skin. “Fuck you, Spector.”

“That’s the point,” He starts, words cut short when your mouth— warm, wet and inviting, engulfs his testicles in one fell swoop. His chest rises and falls as he breathes heavily, his chin to his chest and his hands cradling your face.

You suck at the sensitive skin tentatively, taking your time so he can feel every draw of your lips and caress of your tongue.

Pulling back, you rest your tongue at his shaft. Licking one wide stripe from the base of his cock to the bulbous, leaking tip.

This would be the hard part. Your fingers barely wrapped around him and his length, while not entirely intimidating, would be barely manageable in terms of taking all of him. But you liked a good challenge, and nothing would make you happier in this moment than getting to make Mr. Rough and Tumble, lose his load over a blowjob.

You start slow, lathering up his tip with precum and spit, venturing forward centimeter by centimeter. Your chin is already a mess again but that’s all part of the fun.

When you get to the halfway point, watching your breathing and taking his small thrusts into account, he mistakenly thinks you’ve reached as far as you can go. Inhaling through your nose, relaxing your throat, you go further. Allowing yourself to get greedier as his huffs and puffs get more frequent and his thighs begin to tense.

You’re holding his calves, enjoying the weight just starting to push into your esophagus when you feel hands caress your thighs.

The feeling of Layla pressing into your back is welcomed as she looks over your shoulder, rubbing your sides soothingly, coaxing you to continue.

You notice the moment Marc meets her eye and she speaks, her voice even and seductive. “Why are you so quiet, baby? Haven’t you always wanted to know what it’d feel like to fuck her throat?”

Marc’s hips stutter, cursing under his breath when he looks back down at you to find one of your brows arched questioningly at him.

Pushing forward, you can’t help the little gags and breaths that slip past your lips as you finally reach his hilt.

With your nose buried in his pubes and your throat filled to maximum capacity, you pat his thighs. Bringing both of his hands to your head, he finally gets the message, although there’s a slight air of uncertainty that you can’t quite place.

“She wants it, Marc.” Layla says reassuringly. “I’ll watch her. You won’t hurt her.”

“You sure?” He asks you, the tips of his fingers slipping into your hair for better purchase. Answering with a bob of your head, he begins thrusting slowly, getting accustomed to the slip and slide of fucking your throat.

Situating his palms at the back of your head, he subtly increases his pace.

“You’re doing so good.” He praises you through breathy gasps and obscenities, unable to control what comes out of his mouth as he fucks yours. “Fu— you’re so good, baby. Taking me so well, I think you were fucking made for me.”

Saliva and precum churns into buoyant bubbles of spit as he picks up speed, the mixture sliding down his cock and onto your breasts and floor.

And the sounds— the consistent wet gurgles, your light gags and his shameful moans which fill the room are obscenely exhilarating and he chases his high accordingly.

Marc cums suddenly and without much preamble or warning to you, or himself apparently, as he pulls out your throat like you’re an oven that burned him.

Tugging at his shaft rather firmly, his cum rushes out of his cock angrily. Five or six jetting, lengthy white ropes connecting with your mouth and chin, and coating your breasts and thighs in a rather elaborate display.

His orgasm leaves his hips jolting periodically, dopamine flooding his senses and overloading his nerves to the point that all he can do is suck in gasps of air as you rub the backs of his thighs, hoping to help him ride through the feeling.

His head tilts backwards as he fills his lungs with a great inhale. A whisper falling past his lips as his eyes flutter closed, “Fuck.” which causes the three of you to chuckle.

You’re still smiling when Layla places a hand at your jaw, turning your head to be met only with her lips. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean into the kiss, a surprised moan slipping past your lips when she begins licking Marc’s cum from your skin.

Tilting your head back to expose your neck, she sucks at your lips, briefly tugging your bottom lip between her teeth. Working her way down your chin, throat and breasts til you’re reasonably ‘clean’.

Lying on her back, part of her legs hanging off the side of the bed— she pulls you on top of her until you’re straddling her form, your knees planted into the fabric of the duvet just under her hips.

Licking into her mouth, you don’t notice how she brings her legs up, hooking them over the backs of your thighs until she pulls your lower half closer to her so you’re spread eagle, her calves locking you into place.

Holding yourself up by your forearms, she wraps her left arm around your neck, massaging your shoulder muscles as the other ventures between the two of you.

Her right hand cups your jaw, the tips of her fingers dragging down your neck and past your collarbones. Holding your gaze, you recognize the mischievous glint in her brown eyes as she traces patterns into your skin.

She feels down your sternum, past your belly button until she reaches between your legs.

Your forehead rests against hers when the pad of her thumb begins pressing firm circles against your clit, the friction is gratifying.

“Layla,” Your voice comes out little more than a whisper. “Layla— fuck. Please.”

“Such a good girl.” She hums appraisingly, her thumb alternating speeds, slowing down only to increase shortly after. “Begging, without me even having to tell you to.”

Pressing your face into the crook of her neck, you whine audibly when she looks over your shoulder to Marc who’d begun palming your ass. “What do you think, Marc? Remember how friendly she was to that stranger at the bar, even though she’d already agreed to be ours for the night? Has she earned it yet?”

Looking over your shoulder, you can see Marc take a moment to think as he spreads your cunt apart with his right thumb. The action making butterflies flutter in your stomach when he dips the tip of his finger into your arousal, smearing it against your folds as he finally gives a confirmating nod.

Layla laughs softly when you let out a sigh of relief, resting your head beside hers as Marc tugs at his cock.

Making room for himself between your thighs, he rubs his thumb over your cunt, moving to insert a cautionary finger when you wiggle away from it.

“I’m already so fucking wet, Marc. Just fuck me.” You’re already breathless, worked up beyond belief and aching for something more satiating than his fingers.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He says apprehensive but you’re having none of it.

“I don’t care if you do,” You confess earnestly. “But you won’t, I can take it.”

Bringing an arm behind your form, you grab ahold of his left thigh. “It’s you, I trust you. And you’ll take care of me, won’t you baby? You promised to, remember?”

Cursing under his breath, he nods his head again, rubbing the angry red tip of his cock in your slick before pushing in.

Wanting, really wanting to be fucked is a feeling like no other. But the moment a cock finally slides into you after having to wait is a whole other sensation entirely.

The noise that racks through your chest is a mixture of a sob, a laugh and a moan. Layla runs a hand through your hair as you nuzzle into her.

Marc moans alongside you, undoubtedly shocked by how easily you take him. Your cunt accepts him almost all at once, only proving your point as you clench around him for more.

His pace is firm and steady, pressing yours and Layla’s chests together as he sets into a rhythm. Your hips bumping against hers with every thrust.

Marc loses himself in you so easily, his brow quickly becoming sweaty as he fucks into you. His hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead, his mouth agape as he pants.

“Marc never stood a chance, did he sweetheart? He already looks so close. How about we level the playing field?” Layla comments, restarting her thumb against your swollen bud. The pleasure is satiating, bordering on mind numbing.

“Do you like it?” She asks you as you moan into the duvet. “Are you gonna cum on his cock? Get it nice and wet for me, angel?”

“Fuck,“ It’s Marc that answers instead, his hips stuttering for just a moment— Layla always knowing exactly what to say to rile him up.

“Are you gonna cum inside her, baby? Fill her up nice and full til she’s dripping?” She continues and he’s exhaling loudly, the back of his neck and ears reddening.

“You’re so fucking filthy.” Is all he responds, his hips straining and thighs flexing as he ups his pace til he’s quite literally fucking moans out of you.

“I’m close!” You’re babbling now, “Fuc— Cum inside me, Marc, Please! Wanna feel you.”

“Cum for me first.” He replies, his right hand leaving your hip to grip your left shoulder to better his leverage, his thrusts becoming punishing as his length disappears into you only to reemerge slick with your arousal, his pubes soaked with you. The room almost echoing with the wet sounds of your hips meeting as his balls slapped against your skin.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop, please! Oh-” You’re suddenly hit with a blinding white shock, your body tensing as Marc rides you through it before he groans loudly and your walls are plummeted by short, warm bursts.

Sobbing into Layla’s shoulder, you’re coherent enough to know he doesn’t pull out immediately. Marc instead waiting until his cock falls soft before pulling out.

Your walls clench at the empty feeling, allowing his cum to slowly leak out, though before it can escape, Layla brings her hand to your puffy lips, her fingers smearing the viscous liquid against your cunt before venturing to your sensitive clit.

She smiles, both at the way Marc’s eyes are drawn to her coated fingers and at how your hips jolt, unable to get far from her hand.

“Y’know, if you give him a second.. I think he'll be able to go again baby.”

[worstamongequals]

What Can I Do

— That is the absolute last thing you need right now. Layla gently holding your face with her left hand, drawing soft lines to accentuate your eyes with her right, all while staring right at you with her lips slightly parted as she concentrates. No, no, absolutely not.

Layla El-Faouly x AFAB Reader

Warnings: swearing, smut‼️, oral, fingering, face riding, sharing a vibrator, infidelity (wedding day confessions; i don’t condone cheating ofc)

Word count: 3286

An AU where Layla and Marc’s wedding is set to happen after they get back from Cairo. You’ve been in love with Layla for forever, and as you get ready for her big day, she asks you why you’re not happy for her and Marc.

That night, you lay awake. Memories of her filled your mind and nothing you did could put them to bed. Layla, your wonderful, beautiful friend, is getting married tomorrow.

Today, you groaned, rolling onto your side and glancing at the green glow of the digital clock on your bedside table. 3:39 AM. She’s getting married today.

“To Marc.” You muttered aloud. “Fucker.”

Your mind wandered back to three years ago when she’d first suggested you get an apartment together. You were hesitant, but she couldn’t be more excited to be sharing a space with you. Her best friend! Her excitement dashed all the doubts in your mind, how could you tell her no? Shortly after you both had moved in was when she learned how terrified you were of horror movies. By the time It was over, you were begging to sleep in her bed. Your tone was joking, but she could tell you meant it, especially after you stuck your arm into the bathroom to turn on the light before going in, and again when you ran out of the room after turning the light off.

“Fine,” She had huffed playfully. “Just this once.” But then the next week, she suggested watching It Chapter 2. And the week after that, The Shining. And then one of the Saw movies. You couldn’t get that fucking puppet on the tricycle out of your head, and most nights, you found yourself crawling into her bed.

Your chest felt hollow as you remembered how warm and inviting the bed, and Layla, had been.

Layla had talked to you a couple days ago to confirm that you’d be there today, and you’d said yes without hesitation. But now… You weren't sure you’d even make it past doing your hair and getting dressed. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to fall asleep and wake up too late to attend the wedding.

Layla, Layla, Layla.

Her name swirled in your mind, memories of her clear as photographs.

Layla pulling you onto a crowded dance floor, and with your body pressed against hers, you finally admit to yourself that you didn’t want to be just a friend to her.

The time someone mistook the two of you for a couple, referring to you as her girlfriend, and Layla didn’t correct them. Your heart swelled. It was around this time that you’d begun to convince yourself that you could do it; you could tell Layla everything. The thought of doing this didn’t seem so impossible now, and you’d started to feel like the reward greatly outweighed the risk. It would be so fucking worth it.

And back then, it felt so easy.

Layla had been begging you to go to the beach with her and after a few weeks of her relentlessly hounding you about it, you got some time off work, the two of you loaded the car up with all the standard beach necessities and drove off. She was driving, as usual. Layla was the safest driver you knew, both hands always on the wheel, never taking her eyes off the road. This gave you multiple opportunities to steal glimpses of her out of the corner of your eye. You loved when Layla drove. The energy in the car that day felt different and you had convinced yourself that Layla just knew what you were about to confess. You would tell her when you got to the beach. She pulled into a parking spot that was shaded from the sun by a large tree with drooping branches and the two of you took off your seat belts. Layla now had one arm resting on the center console and was using her other hand to check her makeup in the mirror. You took an imperceptibly (you hoped) deep breath, and gently placed a hand on her arm. “Layla?”

“Hm?” She turned to look at you.

You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by a sharp buzz. Layla’s phone lit up, and so did her face. “Who’s that?” You asked, your confidence plummeting.

“I started talking to this guy, Marc,” Her gaze slid away from her screen and she met your eyes. “He’s nice.”

“Oh,” You plastered a smile on your face. “Good!”

“Yeah,” She shot you a small smile. “What were you going to say?”

“Nothing.”

And then Layla started bringing Marc around and you could hardly contain your jealousy, which made you feel awful when you realized that if you’d met under different circumstances, you and Marc probably would’ve gotten on really well. When Marc disappeared without warning, you felt guilty that your first thought was “Finally!” while Layla was devastated.

The guilt didn’t last long, though. He came back. Or rather, Layla found him. And she was upset, of course, but he explained himself away in that Marc-y way of his and things were pretty much back to normal. You didn’t know what happened in Cairo but it must’ve been pretty great for Layla to come back with an engagement ring on her finger.

Fuck Marc.

***

For five full seconds after you wake up, you are blissfully unaware of what the day will bring.

But then you remember.

And then you wish it was socially acceptable to miss your best friend’s wedding. Although… it was just going to be Marc, Layla, you, and Frenchie at a courthouse. It wasn’t like you’d be skipping out on a gigantic wedding party. Maybe society would be more forgiving in this case.

“Morning,” Layla walked sleepily into your room and plopped down onto your bed.

Beautiful as ever, in spite of the morning breath. Maybe a hint of apprehension on her face? But that was probably wishful thinking. “You look tired.”

“Wow, just what every girl wants to hear,” She grinned. “You don’t look so great either.”

You threw your arm across your forehead, covering your eyes. You must look like shit. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Cold feet? Maids of honor don’t normally get those.”

“Nah,” You said coolly. “What about you?”

“Couldn’t sleep either.”

“Ah, maybe you’re the one with cold feet?”

Layla shifted uncomfortably, averting her gaze. “We should start getting ready.”

“Mhm.” You sat up and let Layla take your hand and pull you out of bed.

The two of you took your time getting ready. Layla, you assumed, was moving slowly to make sure she looked perfect. Which wasn’t hard. Even before you’d had feelings for her, you knew she was gorgeous. You, on the other hand, were dragging your feet through the entire process. Anything to delay the inevitable.

“Want me to do your eyeliner?”

You gulped. “N-no.”

That is the absolute last thing you need right now. Layla gently holding your face with her left hand, drawing soft lines to accentuate your eyes with her right, all while staring right at you with her lips slightly parted as she concentrates. No, no, absolutely not.

“Why not?!” Layla turned away from the mirror and faced you, liquid liner in hand. “You look great with it!”

“I didn’t get much sleep last night, I might rub my eyes and ruin it.”

“You’ll be fine.” You’re sitting on a stool and she steps between your legs, lifting your chin and bringing the felt tip of the pen to your face. You worry, irrationally, that when she stands this close to you, Layla can see every (extremely gay) thought running through your mind.

“Can I ask you something?” She murmurs.

You’re looking anywhere but her face. “Mhm.”

“I know you’re not, um, excited, about today. About the wedding.”

The way she talks about her wedding as if it isn’t her own strikes you as odd.

“Is there a particular reason why?”

“No, Layla, I swear I’m just really tired, I think I need a new mattress-”

“Please,” She moves on to your other eye. “I’m genuinely asking. I want to know.”

“Well…” You hesitate. She may really want to know if you think there’s something wrong with Marc, but you’re positive that the real reason you don’t want her to get married has never even crossed her mind. “I just think that Marc’s kind of a bag of shit.”

She laughed then, harder than you’d seen her laugh in a while, and you smiled. “I do! He’s cool and all, but…”

“But..?” She presses, her eyes still crinkling into a smile.

“I just, I’m so much better than him.” You tried to sound as if you were just joking. “I’m better than him and I’m awful. So that’s a low bar. And you deserve better. The best.” Anything to keep her believing that you really had no problems with the wedding or Marc. You may not want her to marry someone else, but if you didn’t have the nerve to confess your own feelings, who were you to stop her? You couldn’t be that person, ruining what was supposed to be one of the best days of her life, when you knew you weren’t brave enough to risk getting rejected after telling her how you felt about her. You would much rather sacrifice a potential lover than lose a friend.

“Yeah, you are pretty awful.” Okay, ouch. But there was a small smile on Layla’s face. “What makes you so much better than Marc?”

“Well, for one, I wouldn’t drag you to a courthouse. I’d do the whole shebang.”

“The whole shebang?”

“Yeah. You deserve a million shebangs.”

“Well, I really don’t mind a courthouse wedding–”

You cut in. “And I never would’ve left you.”

“That’s different.” Layla’s voice took on a sharp tone. “You don’t know what happened there.”

“Sorry.” You felt small all of a sudden. Maybe you’d pushed too far. “I would if you’d tell me. You haven’t told me much since you got back.”

“You have your own secrets.”

There was something in her eyes when she said that. Something knowing. And still, you felt the urge to lie.

“I don’t. You’re my best friend, I tell you everything.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“Then tell me the truth,” She looked at you in a way that was soft and sharp all at once. “Why don’t you want Marc to be with me?”

You frowned. She had this so backwards. “It’s not that I don’t want Marc to be with you.” You sighed. “I don’t want you to be with Marc.”

“That’s the same fucking thing–”

“No,” You said quietly. “It isn’t.”

She opened her mouth to speak but stopped. For a good thirty seconds, she said nothing. “So, you…”

“Yes.” Your voice trembled.

“This whole time, you… Oh.” Layla looked down at her hands for a moment, playing with the eyeliner pen before setting it aside. “I didn’t think you thought about me like that.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I–”

“I never dreamed you would think of me like that. I didn’t think it would ever happen.”

Now you were confused. “What?”

“I have wanted this for so long, but it didn’t seem like you felt the same, so I tried to move on,” She swallowed. “With Marc. And he’s nice, but he isn’t you. And for a little while, I thought, maybe… Maybe if you felt something for me, this would help you realize it. But then he proposed,” Layla paused and met your gaze. “And I thought that if you had any secret feelings for me, surely that would bring them to the surface. I was stupid to say yes to him, but I didn’t want to throw it all away. I was afraid to start over, he knows me so well. The only one who knows me better is, well, you.”

This… wasn’t at all what you’d expected. You cleared your throat, preparing to speak, but your mind was blank. It seemed to you as though no words were good enough to describe your feelings for Layla.

So you didn’t try.

You just leaned forward and kissed her. Layla’s right hand cradled you at the base of your skull and she slipped her left arm around your waist, pulling you to her until your bodies were pressed against each other. You laughed nervously as heat pooled between your thighs at the sensation.

“I’m going to talk to Marc and call the whole thing off,” Layla murmured.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do.” You whispered.

“You aren’t. I should’ve done this a long time ago. This, and,” She gripped your hips and walked you backwards until you were at your bed. “This.”

“You don’t know how much I’ve thought of this.”

“I think I have some idea.” Layla pushed you onto your back and straddled you. A shiver ran down your spine when she leaned over and began pressing soft, wet kisses to your neck, collarbone, and chest.

You slipped your hands under her shirt and ran your fingers across the band of her bra. It felt lacy and you’d never wanted to see it so badly. Layla tugged her shirt up and over her head, casting it aside, before doing the same to you. You reached up and pulled her in for another kiss and she cupped your breast in her palm. When her fingers brushed delicately over your nipple you couldn’t stop the sharp gasp from escaping your lips.

“I thought of you sometimes, when I was with him.”

She began gently pulling your shorts down your thighs. “I felt so guilty but I wanted it to be you.” Your shorts were on the floor now, and Layla was settling between your thighs. “It was never better than when I imagined you were the one doing those things to me. And now look at what I get to do to you.” You felt her warm breath on your clothed cunt when she exhaled.

“Fuck,” You whimpered.

“You want this?”

“More than you know.”

She tugged your underwear to the side. “Tell me then.” You jolted when you felt her tongue sliding into the seam of your pussy. Everything was warm and wet. You ran your fingers through her hair, gently tugging on the curls to spur her on.

“I’ve wanted you since that first night we went dancing,” Her fingers began circling your clit and you whined. “When that guy thought we were girlfriends, it sounded good.”

Layla paused, her mouth leaving you, and you bucked your hips searching for any kind of contact again. “You should’ve told me then, we could’ve done this sooner.”

“Well, fuck, Layla, I didn’t know it was that easy.” You said sarcastically, making her laugh. Her eyes were practically sparkling when she asked, “Do you want my fingers inside you?”

“Yes.” You said breathlessly. “Please.”

“So polite,” Layla’s voice sounded like something out of a dream. She watched, entranced, as her fingers sunk into your cunt. “You’re always so sweet to me.” She could feel you squeezing around her fingers as she spoke. “You like that? Hearing me talk?”

“I like everything you do with your mou-” Your words failed you when she curled her fingers into you, reaching a spot that had you seeing stars.

She put her lips back to your clit, licking and sucking in time with the way her fingers stretched you open. Your legs began to shake around her and she used her free hand to hold you in place.

Layla put her hands on your hips and dug her nails into your skin as she fucked you with her tongue, making you whine out her name. Your hips bucked involuntarily and you felt like your body was on fire. You started thrusting upward, shamelessly grinding up against Layla’s face to get more pressure.

“Easy, honey,” Layla’s voice was silky smooth. “All you have to do is tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“More,” You blurted out. “Harder.”

Layla laid down next to you and pulled you on top of her. She grabbed your waist and urged you forward until your cunt was just above her face. You could feel her warm breath every time she exhaled and you knew you must have been dripping wet. “Go as hard as you want.” You hesitated for a moment, and Layla noticed. “Go on.” She said, wrapping her arms around your thighs and gently encouraging you to sink down onto her.

You gasped when you felt her tongue on you again. She moaned into you, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body. You began to grind down onto her face until you found the perfect angle that had her nose rubbing against your clit. “Oh fuck.” You spoke through gritted teeth. “Layla, I’m not gonna mmph-” She dragged her nails down your back and you let out a low moan. “I’m gonna cum.” Layla hummed in response, and you almost lost it when you looked down at her. Her eyes were trained on you and she was looking at you like this was her whole purpose in life. With a cry, you started moving your hips faster, seeking the high that was almost within reach. You felt tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, and then-

Nothing.

Layla lifted you off her and you whined at the loss of contact. She leaned over and reached into one of the drawers on the dresser next to your bed. Your cheeks warmed when you realized what she was looking for. “Don’t you want to finish with me?” She smiled mischievously at you, your vibrator in hand.

“That- that would be,” You swallowed hard. “Yeah. Good.”

Her laugh was music to your ears. She clicked the vibrator on and placed it between the two of you before pulling you close.

“Hi,” You had a goofy grin on your face and you felt shy, even though you’d been riding Layla’s face a few moments ago.

“Hey.” Layla’s smile was just as silly. You placed both hands at her jaw and kissed her; you could taste yourself on her. You gently sucked on her lower lip and you could feel her smiling.

Layla closed the distance between you so that vibrator was pressed up against both of you, you both moaned. Your legs began to shake as you watched her grind against the vibrator and you.

You noticed the sweat beading at her forehead, the way her arms had started to tremble. Then she met your gaze. “Are you gonna cum, baby?” She said in a teasing tone. “It feels like you’re getting close.”

And that sent you over the edge. You wrapped your arms around her waist tightly, increasing the pressure of the vibrator against the two of you. Layla let out a cry of surprise, and then of pleasure.

The look on her face as she came was almost enough to make you orgasm all over again. The two of you sat there quietly for a moment, holding onto each other until you caught your breath. You smiled at Layla warmly before going to wipe yourself off and get a warm washcloth for her. You returned seconds later and began gently cleaning her up.

“So,” You broke the silence. “Would now be a good time to tell you that I kind of have a crush on you?”

“Oh my god,” Layla rolled her eyes and twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. “Really? No way.”

“Yes way! Wanna meet up after school and hug?”

She laughed and paused for a moment, before saying “I love you.” She leaned forward slightly and let her forehead rest against yours. “I’ve loved you for so long.”

You blushed. “I think I’ve probably loved you forever.”

“Silly, you haven’t known me forever.”

“Feels like it.”

[j4desblurbs]

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[mochimoqa]

The Climax Problem

Literally thought that this was so funny and I wanted to make it a small story lol

Also, this was basically from this post by @faretheeoscar

This is the link to the original post! ^^

Gender neutral Y/n x Steven Grant

Warning: 18+ Mentioning of climaxing (aka: c*mming), some inappropriate jabs here and there

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

We all know of how innocent Steven is and crazy for you. But him releasing during a make out session? That's crazier.

You cupped his face as you kissed him passionately. Your tongue fighting with his and moaning into each other's mouths. You gently pulled his curls as he moaned from the action.

The passion needed to die down as you needed to go to work.

"I gotta go, baby." You pecked his lips and he responded with a small whines.

"A- Alright, love! I'll be waiting for you!" He waved goodbye to you as you waved back and closed the door.

Steven sighed as he looked at his pants. The noticeable bulge in his pants as he unzipped them and revealed a patch of his seed in his boxers.

"Bloody hell..." Steven mumbled to himself.

He got up and took off his pants and boxers to the dirty laundry. He walked to the restroom and looked at the mirror.

"Why do I even do that..." He massaged his temples.

"Looks like someone has a hard time to stop cumming." Marc looked at Steven in the mirror with his little smirk.

"Look, I just can't help it...! Y/n makes me feel so good! I- I- I just can't help it!"

Steven turned around facing at another mirror staring at his reflection.

"You gotta ask some advice for that problem of yours, hermano." Jake crossed his arms and cocked a eyebrow.

"You don't think I know that, Jake?"

He sighed as he cleaned himself with a wet towel.

"Have you ever tried to masterbate before? That could help you, Steven." Marc chuckled.

"What!? Marc! You know I could never do that! And I'm gonna wait til I marry Y/n...! How could you even think of that!?

"Steven, you poor sad little virgin." Marc sighed.

"What about you go on reddit and go to r/Advice?" Jake smirked.

"Reddit...? No, I shouldn't..."

"It's the only thing to help you." Jake chuckled lightly.

"D'oh... alright..." Steven sighed as he grabbed some new boxers and put them on.

◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

"Steven, I'm home!!" You placed your bag on the floor as you took off your shoes. You walked into your shared bedroom and see him laying down.

You laid down next to him and peppered his face with small kisses.

"Hi." You smiled lightly and played with his curls.

"Hey..." He smiled lightly but then faltered to a small frown.

"Aww... what's wrong...?" You cupped his face.

"It's uhm..." He sighed. "Love, uhm... during out make out sessions... I uh... I cum."

You frozed when you heard that.

"Like, pre-cum or...?"

"No, like full-on climax... and it's embarrassing... just instantly releasing during a make out session...! And I went to Reddit for advise... I- I just know that you're gonna judge me..."

"Steven, that's not embarrassing at all... to be honest, I find that really flattering."

"Really...?"

"Yes, it makes me feel good. It let's me know of how good I can make you really feel..." You leaned into him and gently kissed him softly.

He pulled away and smiled.

"Thank you, love..."

This got me cracking up 💀

Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed this :]

[poppyflower-22]

Moon Boys

(These are just small discerptions that explain the one shot or parts as shortly as possibly)

Fluff:

Nothing yet...

In The Middle:

Its Marc's birthday in which you only know because of Jake and Stevan but Marc doesn't like birthdays. Hurt/Comfort. HERE

Past Avenger reader. The boys find out your true identity when they call you in. Part 1, HERE Part 2, HERE

Ex Widow assassin. You find Marc when on a mission but it's not only Marc, your husband. Smut with Steven. HERE

Iris Avatar. Soule mate Au. You help Marc on his mission, but it gets hard when you feel something. Hurt/Comfort. Smut. HERE

There on the run. It's like a vacation. Smut. Jake doesn't show but they know he's there. HERE

** Reader thinks Jake and Marc are Steven's twins. They both start felling something for her but when the truth comes out Steven doesn't want to want to think of the possibilities. But maybe it's too late. Major, Hurt/Comfort. Part 1, HERE. Part 2, HERE

Marc and Steven are so happy with you, but Jake doesn't want you around and wants you gone. The two boys won't be having it. Happy ending. Hurt/Comfort. HERE.

Series:

Reader is a college student. Full Masterlist. Starts as Steven then all the boys. Smut. HERE

Reader is an OC. Full masterlist. Smut. Reader is with the moon boys and Layla at the end. HERE

Dad's best friend. ⬇️

1. Marc. HERE

2. Jake. HERE

3. Steven. HERE

A full series about marrying the boys and kids. And more. So much Smut. HERE

Konshu fell in love with a goddess and now Marc has to spend time with her Avatar. Smut. Part 1, HERE. Marc knows he shouldn't lie about Steven, but it seems that Steven is better a match then him, leading to a miss understanding. Hurt/Comfort. Part 2, HERE.

Jake was fine in the shadows until something, or someone makes him more present. Hurt/Comfort. Smut. Part 1, HERE. Part 2, HERE

Psychologist reader. Smut. Hurt/Comfort. In which the boys represent a unique opportunity. HERE

Frank Castel gets jealous that you moved on, and the boys want to know why he was in the flat. Jealous boys. Smut. Part 1, HERE. Part 2, HERE.

Jealous Smut Marc, Jake and Steven. ⬇️

1. Marc. HERE

2. Steven. HERE

3. Jake. HERE

Baby Scarb. Teenager reader. Has spiderman powers. HERE

Pregnant reader. After your brake up with your ex-boyfriend you move into the boys building and they fall in love with you no matter that your pregnant. Smut. HERE

Polly/Konshu:

In which Konshu takes control of the body. HERE

Polly/Layla:

Nothing yet...

Dark/Possessive:

Possessive Marc fucks reader in Jakes car to piss him off. HERE

Smut:

Its Marc's birthday. Maybe he will start liking his birthday from now on. HERE

Marc new being Konshu avatar come with side effects, but he didn't know them fully until you. HERE

It wasn't often you saw them all in one night. Steven doesn't know about Marc and Jake. HERE

Marc teaches you control along with Jake and Steven. HERE

Being Steven's girlfriend and Marc fucking you. HERE

Jake, Steven and Marc take turn having sex with you. HERE

Jake decides it time to come and play. HERE

Centered around Jake. No one knowns why the sound makes Jake tick. Virgin Jake. HERE

[winniethewife]

It's undeniably real (Layla El-Faouly x The Moonknight system x Reader)

Chapter 9: With no secrets, no obsession

Warning: Smut under the cut! Fembodied, threesome, PinV, fingering, against a wall, unprotected sex, on a car sex, public sex, glove kink, Reader called a good girl , tiny bit of angst.

Minors DNI

Last Chapter ~ Next Chapter

Words:1462

Their bodies, against mine, the warmth of their love. It’s like a Band-Aid on my bleeding heart. I can’t keep up, I can’t keep doing this. It’s eating at the corners of my mind. Sounds are so much louder, the lights so much brighter, everything is intense. Constantly looking over my shoulder, waiting for something that will never come.

I open my eyes wide as I feel Marc’s rough hands grabbing me and pulling me down onto him as I lay between him and Layla. Her hands pulling my chin while kissing me with her body pushing into mine. She swallows my moans as Marc drives himself into me from behind. Layla’s lips on mine as she holds me close. All this because the doctors cleared me for strenuous activity again. I was pretty sure he had carrying in the groceries, or going to the gym in mind when he mentioned it to me. But as soon as I mentioned it to Marc and Layla over dinner, I swear neither of them could keep their hands off of me. Now caught between them, our clothes tossed to the sides, I think my underwear is hanging off the bedside lamp, it’s a moment of enduring love and passion as they take care of me. I feel Marc’s hot breath on my neck as he thrusts into me.

“Baby, Fuck…You feel so good around me…” Marc growls softly in my ear, he groans as he trusts up into me again and again. I whimpered softly as I felt Layla’s hand slip between my legs and her fingers start circling my clit. She pulls away from the kiss and looks into my eyes.

“That’s it, Let us take care of you…” She softly tells me as she runs her thumb over my swollen lip, before sliding the tip of it in my mouth. I obediently suck on it gently. She smiles at me “Good girl…that’s right.” She coo’s at me as she rubs circles around my clit. For a split second I realize that my mind is clear, I’m not living this moment in a haze when Marc’s lips hit my neck, I feel his teeth against my skin. I gasp at the feeling as my climax rushes my body.

~

“Oh Love…please…” Steven moans as I palm his bulge, pressing Him against the wall in the living room.

“Please what Steven?” I ask as I move my hand along his clothed length. He whimpers softly.

“Please…Fuck me, Oh gods I need you to fuck me.” Steven pleads with me, his dark puppy dog eyes looking into mine, a soft pout of his face as he bucks his hips into my hand.

“Awe you poor little puppy, so needy for me” I growl in his ear as I press him into the wall sliding my hand into his sweat pants. All I can think about is how badly I want to stay in my mind, I want to keep myself in the present with clarity, enjoy every moment they give me. If I can just…forget about the system, my training, everything that plagues my mind. I take him in my hand, his hard cock feels good as I move my hand along his shaft. Pressing my lips to his as He whines, licking into his mouth as he fucks himself with my hand. His actions so desperate. He needs it as bad as I do. I pull down my Pajama pants and underwear kicking them to the side. Steven takes the opportunity to spin me against the wall, lifting me, pressing me against the wall, holding my ass as he kisses my neck. I let of a soft groan as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“This A’right then Darling? I just need you…S’bad. Can’t wait.” He hurriedly says as he pulls his sweat pants down, and slides the tip of his dick in between my wet folds. His need outweighing his patience as he slides into me, babbling softly into my neck. “Ah, Love you feel s’good, S’tight. Mph, Goddess, you’re so wet f’me, so nice. Ngh…Oh lovie, that’s right innit? Just like that.” His soft voice in my ear, his lips on my neck, my eyes flutter closed as his cock hits at just the right spot inside me, thrusting with surprising accuracy as he continues to mumble incoherently. My own voice seems to have disappeared as all I can manage is a small moan, finding myself breathless as the normally timid Steven takes everything I have to give him.

“Mmm…Steven…you’re…Oh…” I couldn’t even form a sentence as Steven presses on.

“Shhh…Lemme take care of you love…let me…Oh gods, you’re perfect…” Steven mumbles as he grips my ass and thighs, his rhythm is off as he gets closer to his high, every thrust hitting deeper and harder. His whimpers and whines turn to grunts as I feel myself filled with his spend. Both of us softly panting as he comes down from his high.

“Oh…Darlin’ that was…you’re so good t’me…” Steven leaves a trail of kisses on my face as he carries me to the couch for a cuddle.

~

The dance Hall is mostly empty, it was a Tuesday night, but Jake was desperate to take me out since I was feeling better. Or at least I said I was. He had gone to get us drinks as I held down the fort at the table. I look around the room, searching, what for? I’m not sure, but I’m always searching. My eyes look quickly as someone approaches me, I feel my body tense, and then I realize it’s just Jake. He looks at me brows furrowed as he looked at my face.

“Qué pasa cariño?” Jake hands me my virgin cocktail, wrapping and arm around me, pulling me in to rest on his side. “Too soon for all this?”

“No…well maybe. It’s…a bit much. I don’t know.” I take a sip of my drink before resting my head on him.

“We can go, I don’t mind, whatever you want to do Hermosa…I just want to spend time with you.” Jake says softly as he gently squeezes me. He stands next to me as I think it over. I finish the drink and Grab my Jacket. He leads me out of the club and back to his car. He helps me into the passenger seat, pulling the seatbelt over me and clicking it into place before looking at me, his eyes still full of concern as he rubs his thumb across my face. Pulling out of the car and walking around to the driver’s side, I almost know what he’s thinking, he hasn’t acted the same since the day of the incident. He still sees me lying unconscious and bleeding out in his arms as he rushed me to the hospital, as he felt so overwhelmed that he couldn’t continue to front.

After driving for a while we end up pulling into an empty parking lot in the middle of nowhere. Jake turns off the car, I at him confused. He unbuckles and steps out of the car. I follow suit join him as he sits on the hood of the car. He sighs deeply before talking.

“I…I’m not very good with words. But. I can’t help but feel…like I failed you, Mi Vida…You are everything to me. I promised…I promised myself I’d never let you get hurt and… Te fallé.” Jake looks over at me and I watch as a single tear falls down his face “Puedes perdonarme querida?” I scoot closer and hold his face in my hands

“No hay nada que perdonar, mi amor” I say softly, I pull him in, leaving a soft kiss on his lips, I was about to pull away when he pulls me closer, one hand around my waist the other on the back of my neck as he kisses me, his lips capture mine as he moves to hold me in his arms, my chest pressed against his. Jake was in no rush to end this contact as he holds me close, but it wasn’t enough, it was like he wanted us to form into one person, he couldn’t hold me close enough. I lose track of our movements, I just feel the warm metal of the car on my back and his hand pulling at my tights. His finger pull my panties aside as he slides his fingers along my aching heat, his thick gloved fingers push in, his thumb rubbing my clit as his fingers scissor inside me, His mouth still on mine, silencing me as he is determined to right his wrongs. However possible, and preferably by making me cum on the hood of his car…Multiple times that night.

~

Translations:

Qué pasa cariño?: what's wrong darling

Te fallé.: I failed you

Puedes perdonarme querida: Can you forgive me dear?

No hay nada que perdonar mi amor: There is nothing to forgive my love

Masterlist

Taglist: @redeyerhaenyra @summonthesoups

[pimosworld]

Care to join?

Pairing- Layla el Faouly x f!reader x Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley

This is my submission for @flightlessangelwings pride month celebration. I’m new to writing but this month is very special to me so I put my nerves aside and came up with this self indulgent fic.

Summary-Steven asks you about your feelings for Layla after she shows interest in you. Will this change your relationship?

Dialogue prompt- “Can I kiss you?”

CW-Explicit 18+MDNI, mentions of DID,eventual poly relationship,FF dynamics, talks about sexuality, kissing,cursing,light angst,fluff,thigh riding, smut,threesome MFF,oral sex female receiving, fingering, unprotected piv,piv cream pie

WC-3.8k

A/N- Layla is married to Marc and has been previously in an established relationship with the system. Reader is in an established relationship with Steven.Reader is not described or race coded. I will often write that the system can carry/pick up the reader and I am a plus size person who can not be carried by my partner but I like to believe that since they are superheroes they have superhuman strength.

Not beta read

***

    Wednesday 

  You’re lying under Steven, your legs  wrapped around his waist while you both try to catch your breath. You’re rubbing slow lines up and down his back as his hot breath blows on your neck. 

  “Love...that was… incredible.” He raises on his elbows to peer down at you with his sweat tousled curls on his forehead. You can’t help but fall in love with him every time you look into those deep brown eyes. He’s grown soft inside you but he refuses to move. He drops his head down onto your shoulder and lets out a deep sigh.  

  “Just give me a minute please.” You know he can be needy but the annoyance in his tone is concerning.

  “You know I never rush you.” You say as you continue to trace lines up and down his back.

  “God no! no! I wasn’t talking to you love.” 

  “Oh...” It was still weird knowing Marc was present sometimes. You haven't been intimate with him obviously not wanting to cross a line with Layla. You were with Steven and she was with Marc. You’ve been on a few dates with Jake but his shyness prevented him from fronting too often. 

  “I…well we have been meaning to talk to you about something.” You can sense his more than normal nervous behavior. “It’s about Layla.” You have been dreading this moment for months, the conversation you knew would come when she grew tired of sharing. She married Marc and later became established with Steven and Jake but according to Steven he’s not been with her since you met on your first day at the museum.

  Surprisingly you took to his confession of having D.I.D very well. It took him several more weeks to reveal they are moon knight to which you also took in stride. It was the follow up conversation about the fact that he was technically married that you didn’t take lightly. It took you a week of reflection and a long conversation with Layla to convince you to give him another chance. No one has ever treated you like Steven and you didn’t want to give that up. 

  Steven often stayed at your place to give Layla her space, you knew she missed him but she always respected your relationship. When they were off doing khonshus bidding you would often have a girls night with Layla. Recently you weren’t sure how to grapple with the feelings you’ve been having towards her. You haven’t felt this way about a woman in a long time. There was no need to further complicate your already intricate relationship. 

  “Um…Steven, if I need to talk to Marc I would prefer we get cleaned up and put some clothes on.”

  “Sorry love I didn’t mean to worry you, he’s not here anymore.” You relax a little but can’t help but worry about the impending conversation. He climbs off you and you shudder at the sudden change in temperature, no longer having his body as a barrier to the cool air in your flat. 

  “Let me run us a bath and we can talk while we get cleaned up.” The prospect of a relaxing bubble bath with your boyfriend would normally have you on cloud nine, but you’d rather not have such an uncomfortable conversation in such an intimate setting. 

  “Steven, if you’re going to break up with me I’d rather you do it now,I can just take a shower when you leave.” Your legs are curled underneath you and all you can do is stare at the rumpled sheets desperately trying to keep the tears at bay. 

  “What!” Steven is standing in the doorway of the bathroom wide eyed and horrified at your assumption. 

  I told you not to bring it up after sex, she’s too vulnerable right now.

  “Will you buzz off Marc!” Steven strides towards you and is back on the bed in moments. He bunches you up with the sheets and pulls you into his lap sideways. “ I’m not breaking up with you

Love,  I just have something I need to talk to you about and I am a bit nervous.” You look up at him with tears brimming your eyelids and you can all but see his heartbreak. 

  He cradles your head and kisses you slowly as if it’s your first time. “This is not at all how I wanted this conversation to go.” He stands from the bed with you still in his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He gently sets you down on the toilet as he begins to draw a bath. You can’t help but admire his arms and his broad back as he leans over to test the temperature of the water. He places your favorite lavender bath bomb and chamomile bubble bath in before unraveling you from the sheets and helping you into the bath. You’re enveloped in that warm fuzzy feeling as he finds his place behind you pulling your back into his chest. 

  “I’m just gonna start and I don’t want you to say anything until I let you know I’m done.” You nod your head and you’re thankful you’re not facing him as the tears begin to well again. 

  “Layla has…really enjoyed your company lately when we’re out.” He pauses and tightens his grip around your waist. “She said it helps her not worry about us so much.”

  “I enjoy her company to Steven.” You know he told you not to speak yet but you figured he needed a moment to gather his thoughts. 

  “She’s actually grown quite fond of you and thought that you might feel the same about her.”

  A long silence passes between you and all you can hear are the ragged breaths of Steven and the crackling of the bubbles. You don’t think Stevens even realized that he hasn’t said he’s done speaking and is waiting for you to respond. 

  “Of course if you don’t feel the same then we don’t need to mention it again, I’m sorry I even brought it up. It's just that Marc pressed on about it…and actually he’s quite fond of you too and well that’s besides the point…I don’t even know what I’m saying any…”

  You turn in the bath and stop his rambling with a kiss to his lips as you cradle his face in both hands.

You rise in the water so you can settle yourself in his lap. You lean in to kiss him again and he parts his lips to let your tongue slide in. This slow languid movements leave you both breathless as you pull away for air and can’t help but giggle at his face covered in bubbles.

  “I thought Layla had grown sick of this situation and wanted you to end things with me.” He begins to say something but you place a finger on his lips, prompting him to wait just as you had. 

  “I am still getting to know Marc and Jake but obviously I can’t help but be attracted to someone who looks like my boyfriend.” You know Steven would accept all parts of you but it still made you nervous to open up to him. 

  “Steven…I’ve been with women before you, but I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. I’ve grown to like Layla a lot and I wasn’t sure how to come to terms with my feelings.” Steven releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

  “That’s wonderful love…Layla was quite nervous that you wouldn’t feel the same and she didn’t want to pressure you.” Steven is beaming up at you as if you’ve presented him a million dollar grant to research Egyptian mythology. “You know I love and accept you for who you are.” 

  You’re suddenly feeling exposed as the bubbles dissipate and your mind starts wandering. What does this mean? What does she want? He said something about Marc. Would Jake be involved? Would Steven be upset?

  He can see you spiraling before his eyes. “Talk to me love.” He starts rubbing soothing circles on your arms.

  “Where do we go from here?” You don’t even recognize your voice as you look anywhere but his eyes. He grabs your chin with his forefinger and thumb and pulls you into a chaste kiss.

  “Whatever you want to do we will do…no

pressure.We all want you and what’s best for you, as long as you’re safe and happy that’s all we care about.” You wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug, feeling this most content you have in years. 

  Nice job hermaño, I knew you could do it.

  ***

Friday 

  You’ve never been this nervous before to just have dinner with Layla. This was something you did every week while the boys were out but this time felt different. You’ve torn your room apart looking for the right thing to wear, finally opting for a simple blue babydoll dress with a flowy skirt. You wear your hair in its natural state and put on some light makeup to complete the look. 

  It’s just dinner, relax

  You’re standing in front of the door of their shared flat trying to calm your nerves as you smooth down the front on your skirt. You can already smell the wonderful aroma wafting under the door as you begin to knock. Layla opens the door and pulls you into a hug but you’re apprehensive to hug her back act normal.

  “Hey hon, come on in, I'm just finishing up the pizza.” You enter the flat and set the bottle of red wine you brought on the counter and take in the sight of delicious homemade pizza. 

  “I’m making Marc’s favorite for you, he insisted.” She looks up from placing the toppings to wink at you. Why did he insist? 

  “Oh…everything smells wonderful.” You’re standing nervously at the kitchen island fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “I brought some wine,would you like me to pour you a glass?” 

  “I’d love some, you know where the glasses are.” She points absentmindedly to the cabinet behind her while she finishes topping the pizza. You pour two glasses for the both of you and once she places the pizza in the oven all attention is on you. 

  “How has work been? Steven said you’ve had to put in some late night shifts.” You’re staring at her wine stained lips and the curls that frame her face. How does  she always look so effortlessly beautiful? She has an inquisitive look on her face and you realize you haven’t answered her. 

  “Umm…it’s been fine, I’m sure you know how much of a pain Donna can be.” You're focused on the wine in your glass instead of her piercing gaze. 

  “Hey…I can tell you’re nervous and I know Steven talked to you. Nothing has to change. I just wanted you to know how I felt.” It makes her heart swell noticing  you’ve put more effort into your appearance than you normally do for your weekly dinner.

  “I don’t know why I’m so nervous…I care about you a lot and I want to do this right.” She takes your hand in hers and you finally look up and meet her eyes. Neither of you say anything, whatever is happening between you can go unspoken for now. 

  You both finally relax into a comfortable calm as you eat Pizza and finish the bottle of wine. As the night progresses it feels more and more like how things are supposed to be. Conversation flows freely as you both relax on the couch gossiping about work or sharing your thoughts about the boys.

  “I know they look different but Marc and Steven  both get that furrowed brow when they’re focused.” She shifts on the couch to face you mimicking that stern look they get. You burst into a fit of laughter at the accuracy. 

  “Okay but have you seen Jake's serious face?” You squint your eyes and  muster up the best version of Jake that you can manage. She leans in close,her lips just a breath away. 

  “That face is much more adorable than Jake's.” Suddenly you're feeling hot,neither of you pulling away from your close proximity. The tension that’s been building for months is threatening to burst as you wait for her next move. 

  “Can I kiss you?” She’s practically touching your lips when she asks and you wish she would just do it but you know it’s in her nature to wait for you. 

  “Yes please.” In a moment her lips are on yours as her hands caress your neck and trail down your jaw. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, feverish in the way her lips slot against yours. She pulls away and you chase her lips with your eyes closed and lips parted trying to catch your breath. 

  She brushes her thumb along your bottom lip and looks at you as though you hold the world in your eyes. “Your lips are so soft.”

  “Do it again please.” The desperation in your voice is unfamiliar but she doesn’t hesitate to oblige your request as her lips crash into yours, you part your lips to allow her tongue to slide in as you moan into her mouth. She pulls you slightly into her lap as you straddle her thigh. Your lips move in tandem as she grabs your waist. You can feel your panties soaked as she grinds your clit over her jeans. 

  “Sweetheart…you gonna come like this, I’ve barely touched you?” You’re a panting mess as your climax approaches and she doesn’t relent as she trails kisses down your neck,leaving love bites along the way. She moves one hand from your waist and slowly starts trailing your inner thigh. Her fingers dance along the hem of your underwear almost reaching where you need it the most. 

  The floorboard creaks and you both halt your movements. You look up from the couch and see Mr. Knight standing near the window, the moon still illuminating him in his stark white suit. He’s masked and you can’t see the expression on his face but his chest is heaving and you can’t help but notice the growing bulge in the front of his pants. 

  You slide off Layla suddenly embarrassed at the state she had you in. She grabs your hand before you can stand and sends you a reassuring squeeze. 

  “Steven…care to join?” She says in this sweet honey tone. Yet he doesn’t falter, as if he’s frozen to the spot. 

  Steven move your goddamn feet or I’m taking over the body.

  Snapped from his trance Steven begins to walk towards the couch. He takes a seat beside you so that you're situated in between them. He’s yet to reveal his face but his demeanor is definitely your Steven as he begins rubbing soothing circles on your thighs. The combined touch of their hands is all too real and this is territory you’ve never covered before. 

  “Are you okay with this Love?” Steven is always the observer making sure that this is truly what you want. You slowly nod your head. 

  “I need you to use your words honey.” You turn your head to Layla and the pet name she’s used many times before holds more weight in this moment. 

  “Yes this is okay…as long as Steven is…” 

  “Yes I’m great love this is perfectly alright.”He cuts you off before you can finish. You can’t help but giggle at his sudden burst of enthusiasm. 

  “Steven…why don’t you give her a kiss to calm her nerves.” Steven grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently tilts your face to him. He withdraws his mask and you can see his pupils blown wide. He kisses you softly as though it’s just the two of you in the room. Two sets of hands are on you as Layla leans against your back leaving hot kisses along your neck. 

  A soft hand trails up your inner thigh as another cups your breast over your dress. You kiss and bite at Stevens neck as you palm his erection through his pants. He whimpers in your ear as he bucks his hips into your hand. A soft finger pulls your panties to the side and rubs along your slick folds. You drop your head to Stevens shoulder gripping his arms for purchase. She dips two fingers dip into your entrance and you whine into his neck as you begin to rock your hips. 

  “You’re doing so good for us sweetie.” Layla coos in your ear. She withdraws her fingers from you and you whine at the loss. She holds her fingers up to Stevens lips and taps on them lightly, he takes both fingers in his mouth never breaking eye contact as rolls his tongue around coming off with a loud pop.

  “Tastes so good love…why don’t you let her have a taste hmm.” Your brain is short circuiting at the sight. “Yes.” It’s all you can manage with your voice barely above a whisper. 

  “I think the bed would be better for that…don’t you think?” She says as she takes your hand to stand. Your body is no longer in your control, you can’t feel your legs beneath you but you know you’re moving towards the bedroom. Layla at your front and Steven close behind. 

  Steven retracts his suit and begins to undress when you enter the room. Leaving him only in his boxers, you can see the strain of his cock against the fabric where a wet spot has formed. 

  “I think you two are a bit overdressed.” He stands at your back pulling your straps down your shoulders letting your dress fall to the floor revealing your green matching lace set. He moves behind Layla pulling her shirt over her head as you work on the button of her jeans. He slides down her pants and kisses her shoulder when he stands. 

  This is so not fair

  Callate pendejo 

  Steven does his best to block out the sounds of his head mates but doesn’t shut them off completely. He wants them to see this. 

  “Lay down against the pillows Steven.” He lays down on the bed with his legs spread wide and his hands at his side. She directs you to lay against him facing her while she sits between your legs. You're shaking from the anticipation and he begins rubbing soothing lines up and down your arms giving you goosebumps. She grabs the hem of your underwear and gently lifts your hips to slide them down. 

  “Is she always this wet for you?” She smirks at him as she drops her head down between your legs, licking a stripe through your slit. You arch your back at the sensation and Steven moans as you press further into his hard cock. He pulls your knees back to hold your legs open as she dips her tongue into your slick heat. Your whimpers and moans of her name are muffled as Steven swallows them with his mouth on yours. 

  “She does taste good.” She rocks back on her heels and pulls you up into a kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips as she dips her tongue into your mouth. You start to slide your hand beneath the band of her panties but she stops you. 

  “Tonight is about you sweetheart.” She’s definitely in control and you decide not to push. “Take off your boxers.” Steven practically rips them trying to get them off as his cock springs free slapping against his abdomen. You don’t think you’ve ever seen it so big, the angry red tip leaking precum all over his stomach. 

  She coaxes you back to lean against him and grabs the base of his cock causing him to gasp. She drags the tip along your dripping folds and Steven lifts you slightly as he guides you down onto him. 

  “Oh fuck…Steven it’s too much.” He’s not even all the way in and from this angle he’s hitting something devastating inside you. “Shhh love you can take it just relax.” Your cunt flutters around his thick cock causing a guttural moan from him. She straddles you both and you sink to the hilt. She places her hands on Stevens chest as she rides you grinding her hips into yours. Your mind has gone numb as she fucks you into Steven, each roll of her hips catches on your clit and slides you up and down his length. 

  “M’so close.” Steven chokes out from behind you as his grip tightens on your hips and his pelvis bucks slightly. She reaches between your bodies and begins rubbing tight circles on your clit as she leans in close and kisses Steven. He picks up his pace slamming you down on his cock over and over as he arches his back lifting the both of you. 

  “Right. There. Please . Don’t. Stop.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust and you come undone; she grabs your face, pulling you into an awkward three way kiss. Every nerve in your body is alight as she doesn’t let up on your clit, you don’t know if this is the same orgasm or a second that has tears streaming down your face. You clench down on him as he comes with a loud groan shooting hot ropes of cum into your core. 

  “You did so good, sweetheart.” She kisses you deep as you try to control your cries and aftershocks. 

  As you come down from your high you realize you’ve been moved. You’re laying on your side facing Steven as Layla plants small kisses on the small of your back. Steven places a soft kiss to your sweat soaked forehead and rolls out of bed. 

  “I’ll be right back love.” He retreats to the bathroom as you hear the water running. 

  You turn to face Layla and she can see the worry on your face. “What’s wrong hon? Was this too much?” 

  “No it’s not that it’s just…you didn’t get very much attention and I feel bad.”  She grabs your neck and pulls you into a soft kiss. 

  “There’s always next time.”

  Next time 

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated.

Happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

[evilbubu]

hey, (Jewish) moon knight fans, i need help!

I'm writing a blog post called "Is Khonshu really a deity in Moon Knight? | A Religious Analysis" and I need a little help with Marc's beliefs. I'm not Jewish so I'm worried I might've missed clues on Marc's level of belief in his faith because it's not explicitly stated out loud. He's Jewish and that's that. (I'm basing this mostly on the series because that's how i was introduced to mk. but comics fans are also welcome to participate.)

What I'm trying to ask is how do YOU think Marc feels about Khonshu calling himself a god? Does he really think Khonshu is a god?

I already have my conclusion and opinion on this matter. But the more information I can get the better.

Also, this is not just a question for Jewish mk fans but also those that know/study Judaism.

You can either answer in the tags, comments, reblogs, send me an ask or even dm. i dont care. just please if you have any opinions or thoughts about this (and evidence too) I would greatly appreciate it.

[tom-whore-dleston]

This was so sexy I’ll definitely be coming back to this one when I’m in the mood 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Kinktober Day 4

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Layla El-Faouly x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Nipple play, biting, grinding

“Is my girl drifting off?”

Her voice is murmuring and sweet. Her hands slide softly over your bare sides.

“Did I tire you out?” 

She did, and she knows it, but she does so love to taunt you. You sigh softly, arching your from the mattress, back up into the warmth of her body. Layla presses a tender kiss to your hip, then your belly. Her nails trail up along your sternum. You shiver as you feel her breath brush against the underside of your breast, then—

You gasp as a sharp sensation stabs at your skin. You don’t pick your head up—instead, you push it back against the pillow, arching up into the tug of her teeth.

“Layla,” You whimper. She hums, lapping gently over the throbbing spot gently. She chases it with another kiss, lapping gently across your skin, then sinks her teeth into the top curve of your breast. You groan, toes curling in the sheets. Layla just giggles as you squirm against her, her lips and tongue swiping over the fresh bite. You reach down, running your fingers over the tangle of her curls. She peers at you beneath her lashes, sweeping her tongue over your nipple, then giving it a lush suck. She draws away, blowing cooly over the slick, heated flesh.

You curl your fingers in her hair, trying to guide her one way or another. She grunts in descent, turning and nipping at your forearm. You huff, giving her hair a gentle, retaliatory tug before unwinding your fingers from her hair. Layla pushes herself up over you, spreading your thighs wide, her breasts brushing yours tantalizingly. You hiss as you feel her plump pussy press yours. You’re still tender from her ministrations before; you’re still slick from her teasing, her tongue. You slide your hands up over her arms, and tip your chin up beggingly for a kiss. 

Layla smiles sweetly, dipping in close. You can feel her lips ghost over yours, and you squirm up toward her, then—

“Oh—C’mon,” You whine, wriggling about as Layla dips her head toward your chest again. She openly giggles at your irritation. She begins to push her hips gently against yours, giving your breasts a lick, or a lap, or a nibble, or a suck each time. You raise your hands to grip at her hair again, but she catches hold of your hands. She intertwines her fingers with yours, pinning your hands to the bed. You struggle a touch, but it’s only for show. You’ve no intention of trying to get away, to redirect her. You just know that she likes to give you a little more of a push—

And you can feel it in the way her attentions become more firm, more insistent. She begins to make a map of your breasts, to track them, to mark them as she likes. With each roll of her hips, you grind and whine, and dig your nails into the backs of her hands.  

She laughs as your moan catches in your throat. She’s made a careful study of you in each of your trysts; she knows that you’re close. You give a feeble little nod, and Layla’s grin grows. She curls more tightly over you, brushing her lips against your neck before she turns her head, laying a sharp, possessive bite into your shoulder. You cum with a shout, hips bounding up against hers as your cunts shift and grind together. Layla lets out an encouraging hum, lapping over the bite. You tip your head back, watching as Layla falls apart over you. 

Now, every pass of her body against yours is just a touch too much. The way her hair spills over your shoulder distracts you. Her lips slip and brush and flurry over the tender skin of your neck. Her hips snap and shove. Her hands tighten harshly around yours. 

She pushes out a grunt, burying her face in your neck as her body goes tense. You gently untangle your fingers from hers, sliding her hands up over her shoulders. She sighs heavily, turning her head into your neck again and nuzzling. 

“...Did you tire yourself out?” You tease, then cackle as Layla lays a retaliatory nip on your neck.

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[jake-g-lockley]

Worthy Distraction (Marc Spector x reader)

Masterlist | Playlist

A/N: I just wanted to write some Marc Spector fluff to calm my brain. Also Marc Spector’s unruly curls are the love of my fucking life ugh

Word Count: 913 words

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Marc groans again, running his hand through his curls. This was the fifth or sixth time he had run his hands through his curls in pure frustration as they flopped hopelessly down onto his face. 

You glare at him, the action of him constantly running his hands through his hair has been a worthy distraction, pulling you away from the work that you were doing and sending you staring straight at your best friend. 

His handsome face was contorted into a look of concentration, eyebrows pulled down low and his mouth set into a magnificent frown that made him extra adorable. He was hunching over the book he was reading, finger skimming over the words as he gripped the pencil he was holding with determination.

You had invited him to the library so that you could spend some time with him as well as get your thesis done. The table that the both of you were using had snacks, papers, cups of coffee and books scattered all over it and you were sitting across from him. 

The reality with this whole situation was that you were in love with Marc. You knew a little about his past and you knew about Steven and Jake, but even so, you had found every reason to still let yourself fall in love with him. He trusted you and when he began to open up, you felt him being vulnerable to you and that opened a whole new can of beans in your head.

Besides, you couldn’t deny that your best friend had a face worthy of the gods. He was hot and all you wanted to do was to kiss his nose and the frown line between his eyebrows. 

He raised his hand up to his hair again and you stood up in frustration, slamming your hands down onto the table, scaring him and making him jump out of his seat. 

“WHAT?!” he whisper-shouted, staring at you. 

“Stop doing whatever you’re doing, it’s distracting me!” you whisper-shouted back, pointing at his hair. “You and your stupid hair, it’s just so…”

Your trail of, as Marc blinks up at you, a boyish smile gracing his face. 

“What are you smiling at?” You questioned, folding your arms across your chest.

“At the fact that you’re looking at me instead of doing your work?” He answered, the smile somehow turning smug. 

“That’s- That’s the whole point Marc, you’re really just distracting! Why can’t you stop fidgeting?” you said, groaning and rubbing your face with your hands. 

“I can’t help it, my hair is too long and Steven won’t let me cut our hair.” he muttered, doing it again as his curls flopped back down onto his forehead.

“Well, think of something!” you warned giving him a stern look.

“You have to stop being so mean to me, you know? Or, I swear to god…” he trailed off, closing his book. 

“You swear to god what, huh?” you push, putting your hands on your hips.

Marc stood up and walked to where you were standing, tipping his chin down slightly to look at you, making your breath hitch slightly and your glare wavered for a second. He was too close. You could see every detail on his face from this angle, every curve, every stubble and every inch of skin that you’d want your lips on. His lashes were long and his eyebags were prominent but it only made him look more beautiful and rugged. One of his hands cradled your face and the other reached out to tuck a stray piece of hair that curved down from your head. 

“As if touching his own hair wasn’t enough, now he’s touching mine.” you thought as you gazed into his eyes. 

“I swear to god, I will fall in love with you.” he breathed. 

Your eyes widened and your gaze dropped to his lips, wondering if the both of you had the same thoughts. Your theory had been proven correct when Marc took a single step closer and let his lips fall onto yours, tilting his head slightly so that his nose didn’t bump yours. He kissed your lips softly and unhurriedly, ensuring you that he’d give you all the time in this world. 

The both of you pull away slowly and you bite your lip and watch Marc from under your lashes. He was smiling, a light pink tinge covering the bridge of his nose, making him look so kiss-drunk. 

“Damn Marc,” you said, a little lost for words. 

“I had to do it, you just look so fuckin’ hot when you’re frustrated.” he chuckled, kissing your cheek. 

You laugh softly, kissing his forehead, his nose and then his lips for one final assurance. 

“Wait, let me fix your hair.” you mutter, curling a finger under his chin and tipping it up so that you can adjust the mane on his head.

You pulled out a few pins from your own hair and flattened his curls, pinning them in place before holding out your phone for him to see. Marc grins at your masterpiece and you hold out your hand for him to take, leading him back to the bench and tucking his hand and your hand into your hoodie pocket while you get back to work. 

Marc fell asleep after a while, his arms around you and his face slotted into your neck, the soft whoosh of his breath on your skin providing you solace as you typed away. 

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Reblogs are appreciated <3 love you all so so much *muah*

Tagging my babies: @mintpurplemnm @lia275 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @brekkers-desigirl @romanarose @melodygatesauthor @welcometostayingawake @campingwiththecharmings (also this fic doubles as a present for surviving the MK foot anon)

[lunaselena]

amor, amor, amor.

956 words, explicit content.

warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni!

summary: jake knows what he wants; he wants her.

notes: for @little-worm-grant, our love for jake hits hard. 🫂🤍 what a man.

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The day had been fraught with tension, Layla and Jake exchanging biting words like arrows in a strained archery match. As Layla retreated to the bedroom, the echoes of their bickering lingered in the air. She had tried to understand, to bridge the gap, but their interactions always ended in a clash of discomfort.

Little did she know, Jake grappled with his own internal struggle. The couch became his refuge when he took control, a physical barrier between him and Layla. Yet, beneath the surface, a secret soft spot for her gnawed at him, complicating the already tense atmosphere.

His persistent way of annoying her only resulted in her getting turned on. A part of her hated that, but she couldn’t help it when he looked exactly like the man she had fallen in love with. He wasn’t anything like Marc or Steven though. She didn’t know much about him yet— only that he liked his coffee black, sang 90s hits underneath the shower (Yes, she had evidence of him singing ‘Hit me baby, one more time.) and he had a thing for teasing her whenever he was fronting. It drove her insane, to the fact that even though she wanted nothing to do with him, she still walked around with a wet spot in her panties whenever he was near.

Like tonight. Her panties were translucent by now. Damn him. She had to take the edge off somehow. Layla locked the door, shut off the lights, and grabbed her vibrator from underneath her book in the nightstand. It had been a week since she got off, and although the vibrator didn’t come close to the real thing, it got the job done. She lit some candles and turned on some soft music to drown out any noise before settling in bed. Tugging Marc’s shirt over her head and tossing her panties to the floor, Layla’s thoughts drifted to something dangerous. Jake Lockley. The man hadn’t left her head since the moment he stole her piece of bacon that morning. Might as well take advantage and use him to get off.

She shut her eyes and imagined Jake looming above her, his fingers dragging across her chest rather than her own. He was the one teasing her body with his hands until she was begging for release. He was the one angling the vibrator so the G-spot stimulator hit at the right angle which made her see stars. He was the one… Wait— knocking on the door?

Her eyes flew open and she sat up in an instant, gasping as the vibration intensified, making her eyes roll back. “Layla.” Jake knocked harder. “Open the fucking door.” Layla groaned into a pillow as she pulled the vibrator free from her slick entrance and shut the button off. “Yes— one moment.” She replied, voice coming out raspier and huskier than she would have liked. The knocking stopped. Layla slid out of bed, legs feeling wobbly as she searched for Marc’s shirt. Running her fingers through her messy curls, she cracked the door open. “What do you want?” His dark brown eyes scanned her face. “My pillow.”

“What? You already have one.” He looked at her with a strange expression. “And?” Layla pinched the bridge of her nose. “You don’t need another one, Lockley.” She pushed the door closed, but he pressed his palm against it to block it from shutting. “I do, Layla. Wait…” He raised a brow, sniffing the air. “Cinnamon?”

“It’s a candle. So what?” “You lit a candle?” He repeated, clearly amused, before his eyes widened with recognition. Didn’t Steven always lit up a candle for Layla to get into the mood? “Aha. The candles, the music, the…” his eyes glanced down at the thong on the floor. Layla’s cheeks flushed. She tried to close the door again, but his strength prevented her from doing so. “How do I get an invite, princesa?” His eyes darkened, the heat of his gaze making her almost turn into a puddle. Almost. “You’re not invited. Bye Jake.” She pushed against the door, but his hold remained strong. “Let me make you see stars, hermosa. Fuck. Please,” he rasped. A single plea had her walls crumbling like a poorly made cake. She shook her head. “Not going to happen.” But what was the worst that could happen? She was desperate for relief. She was desperate for him.

The truth hit Layla like a punch to the face, stealing her breath. A lump formed in her throat. He pushed slightly back against the door, wedging his foot between it. “I’ll beg.”

Layla released her grip and took a step back. “Fine. Beg for me.” Jake didn’t blink as she walked further into the bedroom. She was going to regret this in the morning. “Are you going to beg, or are you going to stand there all night? Watch me make myself come harder than you ever could?” His jaw clenched. “Are you daring me, Layla?” He growled softly. A mischief glint flashed in Layla’s eyes. “It’s a promise, papi.”

Something snapped in Jake. His nostrils flared, tongue dragging along his bottom lip as he turned to close the door behind him. “On your knees.” Layla breathed, watching him closely. He took a step closer towards her and sank to his knees. He swallowed. “Stay there and look pretty for me.” The brunette mused. Jake smirked. “Now what?” Layla slid back into bed, searching for her vibrator before turning it back on. The soft hum echoed through the room. “What are you doing?” Jake’s brows furrowed. “I said you could beg for me. Not that you could make me come.” A soft hitch of breath escaped his mouth. His stare sent a shiver down her spine.

“Don’t touch me. Got it?” Her eyes glanced down at the straining erection in his sweatpants. He gave her a short nod, a hint of fascination visible in his expression. “I’m in control.” Layla whispered, dipping the toy between her thighs. “You want to hear me beg, Lay?” Jake placed his hands on the floor, getting on all fours. “You want me to beg for that pretty little pussy?” He tilted his head to the side. “I want to taste you so fucking bad. Want to see if it’s true what the others say. You drive them wild. Feral.” He got up from his position, only to join her on the bed. Layla’s stomach fluttered.

“Fuck off.” Layla hissed— though she kept the toy right where it was, nestled deep inside of her. “Spread those legs wider. Or I’ll do it myself. Got it?” Jake threw her words right back at her. “Got it…” Layla spread her thighs, making Jake groan, his cheeky grin immediately fading.

She slowly pulled the toy from her wet cunt. The silicone glistened with her slick. Jake leaned in closer to look at it. Her body dipped closer from his added weight, his arm brushing against hers. “Layla,” his voice sounded strained. Layla pressed the warm tip of the vibrator against her sensitive clit, back arching up from the bed. Jake continued to watch. A soft moan escaped from Layla’s lips. Jake took hold of the vibrator, making the girl huff. “Let me taste you.” Jake’s voice cracked.

Layla glanced at him and dipped her finger inside, pumping slowly. The vibrator slipped from his hand, jaw going slack as he stared down at his roommate fucking herself with her fingers. “Show me how wet you are,” Layla added a second finger, soaking it as she continued to push in and out. Her lower body pulsed. Eyes focused on him. She lifted her fingers, showing him how wet she was. “Let me taste you, Lay. Please.” He begged.

She followed his command, reaching her hand out to have him wipe away her slick with a few strokes of his tongue. He hummed. Layla watched him in awe, cunt fluttering as Jake closed his eyes to savor the taste of her. “Please, touch me.” The words came out as a soft whisper, but it was enough for Lockley.

He spread her legs wider, moving between them. He took his time, kissing each of her thighs until she was squirming underneath him. His lips brushed against her soft skin, goose bumps spreading over Layla’s body, a nip of his teeth making her whine for more. Her fingers dug into his hair, tugging him towards her dripping entrance. “Fuck me or fuck off, Jake.” Jake chuckled softly. “Bossy, Lay.” His tongue darted across her swollen clit and he dragged the tip toward her aching opening. “So needy. So fucking sexy. I wonder how it feels to have your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.” His tongue sunk inside of her. Layla moaned, back curving. His fingers dug into the skin of her ass cheeks, his dark eyes focused only on her. The torture of his mouth drove her closer to the edge.

Her toes curled, thighs pressed against the side of his head as her eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck. J-Jake…” wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body. Jake didn’t stop licking, sucking and stroking until her body gave out, her release coating the entire lower half of his face. Even the damn mustache glistened. Layla blinked up at the ceiling, trying to calm her breathing. Jake kissed her puffy clit one last time before crawling up. He cradled her face and pressed a kiss to her lips. The taste of his smoky breath and her arousal made her hum against his lips.

Jake pulled away. Layla reached out, grabbing onto his hand. Was this it? What even happened between them? She wasn’t ready to face the consequences of this yet. “Thanks Lay.” He pecked her lips one more time before he got up. “Where are you going?” Layla propped herself up on her elbows. “I’d rather leave before you come back to your senses, princesa. Don’t want you to kick me out of my own place.” Layla bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head. “I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t have done that if you asked to stay,” she blurted out, eyes widening a little. Jake flashed her a soft, reserved smile. “Good to know.” He replied, grabbing a pillow from beside her.

Turning towards the door, he gave her one last look over his shoulder. “You know where to find me, amor.”

Layla sighed and let herself fall back on the bed as Jake left the bedroom with the pillow underneath his arm. She considered crawling beside him on the couch, but kept herself from doing so. She was too flustered with the thought about the consequences of something like that.

What was the worst thing that could happen?

Fall in love with Jake Lockley.

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