#layla el faouly x female reader

[drunkenbagel]

day three: overstimulation - layla el faouly

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Pairing: Layla el Faouly x f!reader Word count: 1,6k Contents/warnings: +18 MINORS DNI, wlw, one bed trope, porn with a little plot, no use of y/n, oral sex (f receiving), v fingering, use of pet names, overstimulation, A/N: i'm so sorry i'm publishing it late, i had some stuff going on and couldn't, i'm really sorry!!! hope you still like it :')

You knew Layla was a force of nature when you first met her. Fierce, strong, and so, so beautiful.

You two met when Marc called you for help on a mission, and the hotel had only two remaining rooms available.

“I've got enough sharing my head, I'm not sharing a room” he'd said, taking one of the keys with him as he left.

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me” Layla said with an annoyed tone when she first opened the door to the room you were going to share.

You walked in, and saw what had caused her to have that reaction; the double bed instead of two twin ones. Was the thought of sharing a bed with you so bad? Did she find you that unattractive? You thought you had a couple of moments during the time you shared, but seems like it was you who only had an infatuation with her. That made you get a surge of shame in your body.

“I can sleep on the floor, they have some spare pillows and blankets. I've done it before, it's no issue” you said in the most neutral voice you could, while leaving your bag on the floor and starting to walk towards the closet.

“What? No! I didn't- I didn't mean it like that” she said, taking your arm to stop you. The touch of her hand against your skin made you feel like it had ignited you inside, and you inhaled sharply. Layla took her hand away like it burned, and you felt that shameful feeling rise again. “We can share the bed. It's fine. As long as i get to choose the side I'll be sleeping in” she said in an awkward chuckle.

“Sure” you said, going to the bathroom to change. While in there, you cursed at yourself for blushing at the slightest stupid touch of her skin against yours. Before going out again, you splashed your face with cold water to try and relax a little.

It's just a stupid bed, calm down.

You walked back to bed, and she was already tucked in.

“Oh, sorry if I made you wait. You can turn the light off if you want to now” you said while you got into bed.

“It's fine” she said with a small smile. God, she looked so beautiful in the dim light of the bedside lamp. You swallowed hard, and fought the urge to kiss her push lips.

You turned to your side as she turned the lamp off, and with your heart beating so hard that you were sure Layla could hear ir, you tried your best to fall asleep.

Next time you woke up, it was the middle of the night, and you could feel Layla's arm over your hips. When you opened your eyes, you barely could make anything up until your eyes adjusted a little to the dark.

Then your breath hitched.

Layla was fast asleep, face so close to yours that you could feel her breath fanning your cheeks. You felt your pulse spiking. Having her this close made you feel giddy, heat pooling in your lower stomach. You could kiss her. You could just lean in to those beautiful, plush lips and let them touch yours. A small, quick peck wouldn't wake her up... Right?

Well, fucking dammit.

You took a stray curl of hers off her face softly, not wanting to wake her. You stared at her face, then her lips, and leaned in to leave a small kiss on her lips. Fuck, they were so stupidly soft. It was only a couple of seconds, but when you opened your eyes while pulling away, she was staring at you.

“Oh god, I'm- I'm so sorry! I just-” you said panicking, mortified that you had gotten caught. You were going to keep going on your apologetic rant, but Layla moved the hand on your hip to the back of your head and pulled you in for a kiss.

It took you a second to process that you were kissing Layla. That she was actually kissing you back.

She tugged softly at your hair, making you open your mouth in a moan in the middle of the kiss, granting her tongue access to your mouth. The kisses were messy, full of need. Layla moved to be on top of you, and you both pulled away for air. You looked at each other with ragged breaths, and a small chuckle from her made you elicit one of your own.

“I wanted to do that for a while” she whispered against your lips.

“I thought you didn't want anything to do with me, much less share a bed with me. Even less kiss me” you said as your kissed her again.

“Oh I want to do a lot with you. To you. Believe me” she said as she kissed down your neck.

Her hands started to creep under your shit until they found your already hardened nipples, and brushed her fingers over them, making you moan softly.

“I'm gonna take so many more of those out of you tonight” she whispered on your ear as she started to kiss down your neck, pulling your shirt up. “Take it off.”

Her commanding tone made your cunt clench, and you did as ordered. She started leaving a trail of kisses down your body as she touched your chest, and when she reached your hips, he tugged at your pants, taking them off along your underwear.

“Is this all for me?” she said as she licked her lips and kissed your thigh, seeing your glistening pussy. “Such an eager and needy little thing, aren't you?”

Her voice and words only made you whimper in response, which she took as a yes. You gasped when you felt her tongue lick all the arousal that was leaking out of you, the touch of her fingers following after. She got a finger inside of you, eliciting a gasping moan out of your lips as you gripped the bedsheets.

“Please, Layla- Please I need-”

“What does my pretty girl need?” she said in a low voice that just grew your arousal. “Say and it will be my pleasure to help baby”

“I need- I need more, please” you said, feeling giddy from her moving finger inside of you.

“Good girl.”

She added a second finger as she lapped at your clit, sucking and biting it softly. It was too much. Her fingers were curved and touching every right spot, and soon after you could feel the familiar heat pooling on your belly.

“Fuck, Layla, I'm close- I-”

“Cum for me baby, let me taste your sweet release on my lips.”

Why did she had to sound do fucking hot?

It wasn't much later that your release crashed over you like a wave, tugging at Layla's hair softly as you moaned her name. She let you ride it along her fingers, but after slowing down a little, she didn't stop moving her fingers in and out of you, and neither did her mouth. Instead, she added a third finger, making you moan loudly at the sweet intrusion, and you could feel her satisfaction as she continued to eat you out.

Your sensations were still on fire after the orgasm, and not long after you felt your body getting ready for the next wave of an orgasm. You started whimpering as she kept abusing your clit and hole with her mouth and fingers, chanting her name like a prayer.

Layla was also greedy, and she knew it as soon as she took the first lap at your soaking pussy. Fuck, you tasted so good, she could eat you out for hours.

Arching your back, you felt your orgasm snap again, more intensely than the one before. You were now shaking and gripping the sheets for dear life.

“Layla- Layla it's too much, I-” you babbled, but even though she took her fingers off and licked them clean after, she put her mouth on your dripping cunt and kept eating you out as if she was starving. Your body felt like it was lit on fire, legs shaky and back arched.

It was too much. The feeling was too much for you to handle. Layla's mouth felt too good and she was showing no signs of stopping. She kept playing with her tongue on you, and after the next orgasm came crashing down, you started whimpering and thrashing, but she kept your thighs on their place with her strong hands.

She continued to do that for what felt like an eternity, enjoying every second of it. Your vision was blurry and you had lost count of how many times you came, but she kept greedily lapping and kissing and eating your pussy like a starved woman. You were just too fucked out, moaning and whimpering her name over and over.

When she decided it was enough, your legs felt tingly and jelly-like. She got up to get a small towel and clean you up as you mumbled a thank you. She came back to bed, taking you in between her arms.

“I hope you know I loved eating your pretty little pussy, expect some good morning in the morning” she said, leaving a kiss on your forehead. You sighed with a chuckle. “Good night, beautiful”

Next morning Marc looked at you funny when you all met.

“Good night's sleep?”

“Everything great” you answered with a slight blush.

“Yeah, Steven told me so. Turns out the walls are pretty thin here.”

Your face went bright red of embarrassment as Layla chuckled.

“Ah, fuck.”

[starryevermore]

Ooo I have a request - Layla confessing her feelings to reader and being uncharacteristically nervous about it?

something’s up ✧ layla el-faouly

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request: Ooo I have a request - Layla confessing her feelings to reader and being uncharacteristically nervous about it? - anon

pairing: layla el-faouly x fem!reader

word count: 775

warnings?: layla being nervous, reader being anxious, fluff, not proofread

“Something’s up with Layla,” you said, peering out the window as Layla left to go pick up some food for the three of you. 

Marc raised a brow at you. “She seemed fine to me.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a guy, or whatever stereotypical shit people say when a guy doesn’t pick up on emotional cues,” you said. You shook your head and stepped away from the window. “No, there’s something up. She could barely even look at me during the mission. Do you think I did something to offend her?”

Marc started to shake his head when he paused, his eyes widening. 

Panic rose in your chest. “What? Did I do something wrong? Don’t just look at me like that!”

“Um, I have to go—” Marc headed for the door, his hand on the handle. “I, uh, just remembered I wanted to get some beer and, uh, I don’t wanna bother Layla to get it, so, uh, I need to—”

He was out the door before you could even stop him. What the fuck was that? Had you majorly screwed up and now everyone was itching to get the hell away from you? God, why couldn’t anyone just tell you what was going on? 

You let out an exasperated sigh before collapsing face first onto the shitty motel bed. Where had everything gone wrong? Things had been working so well before. You, Layla, and Marc made an amazing team. Or, at least, you and Layla made an amazing team. Marc had a tendency to go off on his own, try to shield you and Layla from the more dangerous parts of missions. He had gotten better about it, but, still, old habits die hard, you supposed. 

It hurt to think that you had done something to upset Layla. You had grown to care for her. How could you not? She was kind, passionate, so incredibly smart. And was it a crime to notice how beautiful she was? To imagine what it would feel like if she kissed you? To think about what it would be like when she touched you? 

Shit. Was that the problem? Had you been so obvious with your feelings? Had you freaked her out? Ugh. That’s it. You’ll have to talk to Layla as soon as she gets back with the food. You didn’t want to ruin this. You didn’t want to lose her friendship over a silly crush. 

You raised your head as the door opened. Layla came in, placing the bags of McDonald’s on the wonky desk. She looked around, her curls bouncing. Fuck. Did she have to be so beautiful? How was this fair? 

“Where’d Marc go?” she asked. 

“Couldn’t get away from me fast enough,” you muttered. “Wasn’t the only one.”

Her brows pinched together. “What do you mean?”

You sat up fully, staring at Layla. “Look, I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable. I never meant to do that. That’s literally the last thing I’ve ever wanted. I just think you’re…wonderful. I didn’t mean to develop a crush on you. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But, I did, and I’m sorry. I’ll try to put my feelings behind me and we can start anew—”

“Don’t do that,” Layla said quickly. She sat down next to you. You glanced at her hands, noticing how they shook. Was she okay? Was something else wrong? “I-I don’t want you to put your feelings aside. Fuck, that’s the last thing I want.”

“I don’t understand.”

Layla stared down at her lap. She picked at her cuticles. “This is what I get for taking relationship advice from Marc. He told me to act natural, act casual, then ask you out. Apparently, when I try to act natural around you, I end up acting more like cheesy Disney Channel actors trying to sneak around.”

Your heart thumped. “You…were going to ask me out?”

“I still want to,” she said. “D-Do you want to ditch the greasy meal I brought, and go to a real restaurant or something?”

Your mouth quirked up into a smile. “That would be nice. I saw this nice little Italian place just around the block? If that’s alright?”

“Sounds perfect.” 

Layla reached out her hand, then paused and slowly started to pull away. You were quick to take her hand, interlacing your fingers with hers. Layla beamed, her eyes crinkling out at the corners. Hand in hand, the two of you left the motel, ready to walk to the restaurant when you ran into a familiar face. 

“See!” Marc said. “I told you to just listen to me!”

“…thanks for the advice,” Layla said. 

[sweetly-yours-and-mine]

Waters

Summary: Layla knows your body well, almost too well, and she knows how to put on a show.

Pairing: Layla El-Faouly x f!Reader x Marc Spector

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: polyamory, smut (18+ only please), wlw, fingering, literally no plot here besties, (I would love to write for this pairing more)

A/N: Your honour my bi ass loves these two so fucking much. Also this is me trying to hone my smut writing skills, so please bear with me as I improve. Written to celebrate one year of Moon Knight!

I don't own photos or characters, divider from @firefly-graphics

Layla is making the sweetest sounds from underneath you, touching you in ways that drive you mad. 

Your hands are in her hair, as they have been thousands of times before. It’s the thousands of times that you hope will come that make your head dizzy. 

You’ve always been a little obsessed with her hair. 

It had been one of the first things you’d noticed about her. 

Her curls had been blowing in the wind, moving in a way that made you think they had a mind of their own. She had walked into the cafe, caught your eyes briefly and that had been the start of your infatuation with her. 

From the very beginning, you had wanted to touch them, to curl your fingers around them and watch them bounce into place. 

Now that you get the chance to touch, to curl, and do much more you snatch at it with greedy hands, tugging her hair when her head is buried between your thighs, when her mouth is against yours, stroking it softly when you’re both spent and sweaty and in each other’s arms. 

In a breath, you’re kissing her again, pushing your hips down into hers and getting her to open her mouth for your tongue. She whimpers as if she’s the one that turns into putty in your hands when the two of you are like this; you’re more than certain that if you stood up now, your legs would give out underneath you. 

Falling in love with the rest of her, had been just as simple, just as right as the way she had come over and sat down at your table and started to talk with you, offering to buy you a muffin and just as easy as the way the conversation had bled into dinner and ended the night with her lips against yours. 

Layla was beautiful in ways you were still learning about. Her voice, with the honeyed accent laced into it, the curve of her eyebrows, the slope of her shoulders and her golden skin with the freckles littered over her chest. Everyday you woke up and found something new about her that you’d obsess over. 

She had permeated into your system like a hazy cloud, an emulsion. An addiction you never wanted to quit because though it did take you apart, it also put you back together in the best of ways. 

You feel her reach under your shirt, to trace the outline of your spine and she hums happily. She comes to cup at your breast, moving her hand in ways that’s oddly reminiscent of the waves of the ocean. 

It’s just the way you liked it and the dynamic has started to show its true colours. 

In truth, Layla could get you to do close to anything with just a flick of her head. She held a shocking amount of power over you in her hands. 

Her other hand comes to mirror her movements, and you’re sure now that you’re dripping for her, lust wet between your thighs. Your soul is trembling with need but you don’t know for what, all you know is the rapidly growing desire for Layla to touch you more because if she doesn’t you’ll soon enough go out of your mind. 

As if she can hear your thoughts, her fingers start to trail down your stomach, a tantalising trail that both satiates and lights up your desire from the inside. 

“Layla…” your voice is drowning in desperation. 

“Baby…” even if she aims to imitate you, it’s an imitation. She has a remarkable control over herself during times like these, one you can only dream of having during your most clear-headed moments. 

The tips of her fingers are cool as they trace the line of your underwear, teasing you towards an edge she could send you hurdling over in minutes if she wanted to. 

But where would be the fun in that? 

Half of Layla’s pleasure comes from driving you out of your mind with lust and want. She makes a practice of laying you out underneath her and pressing your buttons to see how long it will take you to snap. To see how long she can practise her discipline and when she’ll snap too and make you see stars ten times over. 

She’ll kiss you and tease you until you're dripping down your thighs and into the bed below you but then she’ll always make up for it by fucking you good and solid afterwards. 

Layla had been the one to teach you what good sex meant, who lit up nerves in your body you’d doubted the existence of. 

With her, you’ve never felt more alive. 

You’re drawn out of your heady thoughts, already in anticipation of what’s to come after she’s had her fun with you, by the sound of your name dressed up in her voice. You realise too late that she’s asked you a question. 

Her hand comes to rest on the side of your neck, and she leans in, starting to press opiate-like kisses from the soft bit of skin behind your ear, moving down your neck, “Hm, sweetheart? What do you want?” 

“Touch me,” it’s a pathetic little whimper. Though you know what you want, mustering up the words to say it takes a herculean effort. As your relationship bloomed, Layla became an expert in making you scream. She knows your body better than you and makes it insanely difficult to speak. 

“Where?” her hand reaches back and grabs your ass possessively. You whimper and thrust forward, hunting for friction. She tsks when you don’t answer, pulling back and raising an eyebrow in warning. 

Instead of speaking, you show. Her other hand in yours, you guide her to your pussy, bring her fingers to your clit so she can get an idea of what you want and how wet she’s made you. 

Her eyes widen. 

If you were with another shame would be quick to lick up your back, have you pulling away and apologising. Layla had been quick to train you out of it. Falling into bed together is a delicate dance of give and take. She’s shown how much you want her and she shows how much she likes it in turn. 

But this time she’s not expected this much and this quickly. 

She starts to say your name when you cut her off, pressing her fingers forward against your core, making you moan out loud. With your free hand, you come to cup her breast, the comforting weight of it sitting heavily in your palm. 

You start to caress in the ways she likes it, both hands moving in tandem to bring the both of you pleasure. Her eyes flutter closed and flutter open just as quickly when you pinch her nipple, a gasp running out of her that makes another wave of arousal flood from your legs. 

The friction on your cunt having quickly gone from satisfying to the end of adequate, you cry out, at a wit’s end, “Layla, please.” There’s a fuzz of hunger around your mind. Words have evaded you, your lust for her so deep and driving that you ache for a release in your bone marrow. 

The press of her skin against yours and the heat of her gaze as she comes to recognise how little you’ll be able to manage to hold on for her is a salve, it could bring tears to your eyes. 

She helps you strip off your shirt, and almost immediately her hands are in your underwear.

She teases only slightly, enough to wet her fingers and drive you just a little further up the wall. Though it doesn’t need it, she runs her hand through your folds to get it wet, and with an insistent press of her thumb against your clit, she slips two fingers inside you. 

It’s the wash of the cool ocean on a hot day and the suffocating smoke from a wood fire at the same time. It makes you cry out and Layla shushes you, “It’s ok, honey, it’s just one to take the edge off.”

She starts at a drunken pace, hitting the right areas at the right times. Though she may tease you to tears, when she does decide that she’s done, she gives you pleasure in spades. 

At the bottom of it all, she lives to spoil you. 

You’ve only been with one other partner that was like that, who saw your pleasure as their own. 

Your hands grapple around her neck and you bring her lips to you, opening your mouth and asking for what you want. As her fingers pull out of you, a delicious friction against your walls, a third one is slipped in the moment her tongue meets yours and makes your synapses tie themselves together. The sounds you’re letting out are unfamiliar to your own ears. 

With quick, expert movements she hurdles you towards the edge, swallowing your moans as if they could sustain her if you let her do this long enough to you. Your hands travel from her neck and into her curls, a rock in turbulent waters threatening to take you under. 

There’s static in your ears, the only thing you can truly hear being the hammering of your heart, the hurried movements of your blood in your veins turning into riptides. 

It’s why you hadn’t heard the lock turning and the soft footsteps that approached you two. 

Layla breaks away from your kiss, her fingers incessant in their rhythm, her thumb having moved only to allow the base of her palm to take its place. You’re about to ask her what’s happened, if you can muster the words when a roughened hand takes you by the jaw. 

You’re met with the dark gaze of Marc, his eyebrow raised as he struggles to catch his breath at the sight of you. From the looks of him, he’s been watching for a lot longer than you’ve realised. 

You want to poke at him with funny questions, ask him why he didn’t want to join, but you’re too far gone, Layla’s free hand having returned to your chest making you feel like an instrument. 

Marc leans closer into you, the tip of his nose grazing against yours, and before he kisses you he whispers, “Come, baby.” 

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[layla4567]

I'm just a librarian ✿ pt3

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: It seemed like a normal day like so many others, but soon you will realize that something went terribly wrong and the nightmare has just begun.

Warnings: attempted home invasion, a bit of anxiety/worry, course words (just "fuck") and Marc being rude

A/N: Finally Marc appears..

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

I got up early as always, I got out of bed dressing awkwardly even with my eyes closed. I wasn't going to have time to eat breakfast so on the way I bought a coffee and a croissant that I put in my mouth while jogging to work. I walked through the door greeting my usual friend who was looking at me with a tired face.

" 'Ello Selfmah, howfh youh dgoin?"-I said with my croissant in my mouth and waving with my free hand

"Did you know that talking with your mouth open is rude?"-she looked me accusingly like a teacher

I pouted taking the croissant out of my mouth and she looked at me rolling her eyes. Even though I bothered her, she loved me. As usual, I sat at my desk, accommodating some books that I had next to. As I touched the lid of one, a brown-eyed face flooded my mind. "History of Egypt". Steven… he's supposed to return the other books about Khonsu today. I was looking forward to seeing him, wait, looking forward to seeing him? Why was I so anxious to see him again? To see his dreamy eyes, to hear his tender laugh again. I shook my head to banish those thoughts, I couldn't fall in love, not now.

The minutes passed and several people entered the library but none of them was Steven. I had already finished my meager breakfast except for the coffee, which was a little less than half full. I was getting anxious so I got up and started walking around the room trying to find something to keep me distracted. I started sorting books that didn't need to be sorted, I even started sweeping a corner that had a bit of dust. I even started to annoy Selma by interrupting her to help her with something that clearly she could do on her own. Irritated, she spoke to me as courteously as she could.

"Y/n please calm down! I'm sure your Steven will come, be patient for god's sake"

I noticed that she accented the word "your" but I was too worried to get mad about it.

"Bu-but, what if something bad happened to him?"

Selma rubbed my arm with the intention of calming me down, something new for her since she doesn't like physical contact very much.

"Listen, Steven is a little distracted right? Maybe he forgot to bring you the books again and that doesn't mean something bad happened to him. Don't always think the worst."-she gave me a lopsided smile

I didn't feel so convinced but it was obvious that Selma made an effort to calm me down so I gave her the pleasure. I stopped looking for things to order and sat in my chair finishing my coffee. But the hours passed and no news from the British boy. It is true that he was forgetful but he did not usually take so long. The afternoon was falling and I was desperate, I was about to call the police or whatever when I saw him. He came in with his usual backpack and a white shirt with gray pants, but something was wrong, I realized as soon as I saw his face. He didn't look the same, he was frowning, he looked more serious than normal as if he didn't know how to smile. Even his always messy and curly hair now looked more combed and pulled back. He walked over to me and placed the books on my desk.

"Promised is debt, thank you"

That was it, not even a "hello" or a "how are you". Steven was very strange that day, I could even say that his voice sounded different, not only was it deeper but he even seemed to force his British accent as if he didn't know how to do it naturally.

"Hi Steven, are you ok? I was worried about you I thought you would not come"

I was surprised to hear those words from my mouth. If I wanted to hide the fact that I'm possibly starting to like Steven, I was doing it very badly.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry"

His words were meant to be warm and kind but the way he said it came off abrupt as if he wanted to keep me out of his business. That disappointed me. And what confirmed to me that something strange was happening with him that day was his look. And I wasn't just referring to the fact that he seemed angry, but that his eyes didn't have that playful, innocent glint they always did, they seemed…dull. That man was definitely not Steven.

"Well, you know you can count on me for whatever you want, do you need another book or-"

"I'm fine thanks, have a good day"

He left without saying anything else. Steven had interrupted me and left me speechless. I swallowed uncomfortable and intimidated. Why was he so rude today? Had something bothered him so much that he behaved like this? The worst thing was that he tried to be "nice" but failed pathetically. His courtesy words were forced and he said them just for that, out of courtesy. I was more worried than before

My friend approached me with a mocking smile.

"Well, he finally arrived. See? I told you that you had to be patient. Seems like he can't live without you"

She walked away bursting into exaggerated laughter but I was distracted and worried, with a frown I began to drum on the desk. I didn't understand what was going on but I wanted to find out. During the rest of the day I was very distracted and could not concentrate on my work. More than once I made a mistake with the book that my client requested and every time they spoke to me I seemed to be very far from there. At the end of the day the boss approached me seriously, that was a bad omen.

"Y/n can I talk to you for a second?"

With my heart in my hand, I answered yes.

"Today I notice you are very distracted, I don't know what it is or if you have a problem with your daily life but I have made a decision"

My palms were sweating as my heart rate increased, I prayed to all the gods I knew that he wouldn't fire me.

"Why don't you take a little vacation? Just a few days, what do you think? And then you could go back to work more quietly. You are honestly the best employee I have-Selma behind the boss opened her mouth as a sign of offense- and I would like your job performance not to drop".

The soul returned to my body and I breathed relieved. Thank you. To be honest I didn't expect that at all.

"Thanks for the suggestion, I think I'll follow your advice. Maybe I need a vacation after all"

The boss gave me a warm, fatherly smile and left. Selma who was behind him approached me suspicious

"I can't believe the boss said that you are the best employee"

We laughed to release the tension, we both knew she didn't mean it.

"Anyway, if you invite me to your vacations I don't get mad, huh?"

I shook my head laughing as I headed home. I left her talking to herself.

"Oh you know where I always wanted to go? Rome. Can you imagine visiting the coliseum or eating the pizza you want?-she stopped seeing the ceiling to see me walk away- Hey where are you going!? That is a no?"

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It was already getting dark and I returned to my apartment along the same path as always, through those cobbled streets that resounded with each step I took. But this time she wasn't as relaxed as the time before. I still couldn't stop thinking about what was happening to Steven. I continued walking deep in my thoughts and suddenly I remembered that strange figure that I had seen the night before. I looked distractedly towards the roofs of the houses but this time I didn't see anyone.

I went home exhausted and closed the door behind me. I took off my shoes, I had blisters from so much walking. I took off my clothes and put on my emerald green nightgown. I combed my hair that was now cascading past my shoulders. I didn't want to think about everything that happened so I decided to have dinner. The food was already prepared, I just had to heat it up. I sat down and ate without much desire, Steven's issue was bothering me, maybe after all a few days off would do me good. I was already yawning so I put the empty plate in the sink and decided to lie down to read a bit until I fell asleep. Reading was too exciting but little by little I felt like my eyelids were heavy and closed on their own.

Suddenly a noise woke me up, I didn't know that it was perhaps my book that fell to the ground with a clicking noise. But I heard it again, someone had knocked on my door. I woke up with a start, who could it be at that hour? I walked barefoot towards my door and when I opened it my surprise was even greater.

"Steven!!"

I opened the door a little more trying to articulate a word but he quickly entered without giving me time to protest and closed the door carefully, fearing that someone would follow him.

"Can you explain to me what the hell is goi-!?"

I couldn't say anything else because Steven covered my mouth with his big hand and pinned me against the wall. His body and his face were too close for my liking.

"Listen, some men are chasing me. I can't tell you why, I just need you to tell them I'm not here if they come knocking on the door. Now I will remove my hand from your mouth, but don't yell, understand?"

His whisper was threatening but his breath on my face tickled me. But instead his gaze was hard and cold as ice. He slowly freed myself from his grip and didn't yell but went along with it, speaking softly.

"But what the fuck?? Do you think you can enter my house just like that?! Tell me what is happening right now!"

He silenced me with a finger in his mouth.

"Calm down okay? I can't explain anything to you, yet"

I was about to retort furiously when a knock sounded on my door. It was them. He quickly hid in my closet without saying anything and I nervously opened my door to see who was calling. Two tall men with tanned complexions were looking at me with unfriendly faces. I feared for my life

"Excuse me for the interruption, miss, but haven't you seen a man a little shorter than us, middle-aged, dark brown hair around here?"

Their faces were still serious and I didn't like the way they addressed me with that attempt at kindness.

"N-no, why?"

I wanted to sound confident but the words came out weakly in a stutter.

"It's nothing serious, don't panic. Let's just say that the man owes us a little money, he has debts to pay you know?"-he said with a forced smile

"Well he didn't come here, if I have news I'll let you know"

I was about to close the door when his hand firmly gripped the edge of the door. My body trembled

"Are you sure he wasn't here? Could we come by to confirm please?"

The strength of that man was intimidating, he was struggling to open the door while I was struggling to close it. He had advanced a foot about to enter my apartment. Scared and as I could grab the door with both hands and exclaimed

"I already told you that he is not here, good night!!"

I slammed the door shut and leaned my back against the wood recovering my breath. Steven came out of my closet slowly. I put an eye in the door lock to check that the men had left. They stood for a second trying to listen behind the door and then left.

"Thanks for not saying anything, I owe you one"

Oh now he thanks me. I was fed up, fed up and furious. Steven refused to tell me the truth and to top it off some thugs wanted to enter my house

"Stop it. I need you to tell me the truth, does it seem normal to you that two men who look like serial killers have knocked on my door? I'm tired of all this Steven.."

He looked at me with a tired look and sighed.

"I'm not Steven"

"What?.."

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Sorry for leaving you on hold, I was going to keep writing but I got tired lol

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[pimosworld]

Almost done with my pride month fic, so excited

FlightlessAngelWings Pride 2023 Challenge!

✨🌈Happy Pride✨🌈

I haven’t done a Pride celebration in a couple years so I decided to bring it back this year with a month-long challenge! Under the cut are dialogue and photo prompts that you can pick from. Combine a few. Do multiple entries. Make it your own and get creative and have fun!! Fic, art, moodboards, gifs, anything welcome!!!

Let’s celebrate pride together here!!!

Just a few rules first.

No minors. My blog is an 18+ only space and smut is allowed and welcomes so anyone under 18 please do not interact.

Any character/pairing from any fandom is welcome just make sure to incorporate pride and queerness in some way. Reader insert, ocs, ships, anything goes! Queer character, queer reader/oc, both, queer family or friends, have fun with it!

Please properly tag and warn for anything! Smut is welcome and encouraged!

If writing a reader insert, please be inclusive with your writing as to not exclude poc.

Event runs for the whole month of pride so please post between June 1 and 30 and I’ll include everything in the Masterlist at the end of the month!

Tag me and use the hashtag #fawpride2023 so I can see and reblog your works! You don’t have to be following me but I always appreciate new followers and want to make new friends!!

Prompts

Dialogue prompts

“What do you think of my last name with your first name?”

“It’s always been you.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“We’re dead if we get caught but fuck it.”

“You look so beautiful right now and all I want to do is fuck you senseless.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.”

“Someone will remember us, I say, even in another time.”

“I may be crazy but that don’t make me wrong”

“You did all this for me?”

“As long as I have you, I know it’ll all be ok.”

“Hold me closer”

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Trope prompts

An accidental “I love you” slips out

Fairytale au

Stargazing together

Only one bed

Overhearing you have feelings for them (or vice versa)

Barista/coffee shop au

Idiots to lovers

Showing up at the other’s door unexpectedly

Found family

The italicized oh

Grumpy x sunshine

A hug that lasts just a little bit longer than necessary

Dancing together

A short kiss, pulling away to look in each others eyes, then an explosive passionate deep kiss

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Photo prompts

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Oh cute idea!!

Layla and Marc Spector x reader (poly) on a date, maybe like a sleepover date or something?

Totally ok if not!

"Sleepover Date"

Pairing: Marc Spector x Layla El Faouly x female reader

Word Count: ~300 words

Author’s Note: we are gonna pretend it's still spring and I did those on time

PS: dividers & banners by @/saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・Marc Spector Masterlist ・❥・Layla El Faouly Masterlist

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It's late, very late for a work night, but you really needed to destress, and that after work always helped. The music was playing softly on the background until Layla turned it up just a little bit. She came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of snacks, carefully balancing it on one hand.

Marc was carrying the mattress from the bedroom to the living room, carefully placing it in the middle so all three of you could fit. He expertly placed the fitted sheet along with three blankets and some pillows, making a joke about how they never seemed to be enough for his girls.

You walk on the mattress and properly plop down with a thumb giggling all the way. Needing the comfort and presence of your loving partners after a long stressful week. Layla places the tray on the couch as Marc comes laying down next to you.

"How should we spend our lovely evening?"

"We had what we do right before you broke the tv!" You said glaring at Marc who had accidentally let the bunny eat the cords. Accident is wrong cause the kept saying 'aw look how cute his little teeth are!'

"Not broken, just need a little... do over"

"We need a new one."

"Exactly do over."

"That's not a do-over."

"Slight reconstruction."

"We need a new one!"

"A cord....we need a new cord..."

"You can't fix it!"

"I know a guy...."

"Marc, you don't know shit. We need a new one!"

"Shut up, both of you."

Layla shook her head before sitting on the couch annoyed with your shared bickering.

"I'm thinking either sharing ghost stories or...." You cut off Marc and shook your head.

"I'm not getting up from the bed, no truth or dare or anything psychical, " you retorted and pulled a blanket over you. Layla laughed as she poured drinks into glasses.

"I'm game for anything honestly. But ghost stories...You know I got the best..." She winked at Marc and he nodded his head.

"Very well, ghost stories it is."

And thus a lovely night soon turned scary.

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[januaryembrs]

LAST KNIGHT IN SOHO MASTERLIST

DESCRIPTION: She’s all Steven can think about in between the missing days and the American man inside his head. When Harrow’s jackals leaves Marc with a difficult choice, his hectic life is spun out of control as Seth, God of Violence and Chaos, comes to reap his reward in the form of a woman from Soho with a dark past and a crush on Steven Grant. (Lightly inspired by Last Night in Soho dir. Edgar Wright)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: (specific warnings at the beginning of each chapter) 18+ DARK PAST. Sex trafficking/prostitution. Grooming. Explicit. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Abuse ex-boyfriend/lover, death, murder, gore, drug use. Any smut written will be consensual sex only, but there will be some implication to dubcon content. PLEASE CHECK WARNINGS BEFORE YOU READ. AGAIN MINORS DNI. * = smut warning

STEVEN GRANT & MARC SPECTOR X (EVENTUAL) AVATAR!READER. Friends to lovers trope (Steven Grant) Sunshine x Grumpy trope (Marc Spector), Light smut, explicit language, no use of Y/N, goes by nickname Dove. I ADORE LAYLA EL-FAOULY so she is still in the narrative but as Dove’s reluctant friend. Female!reader. AFAB!reader. I am English and do not have DID but have tried my best to do all the research I could on the themes I talk about (Ancient Egyptian culture/history/language. Experiencing DID etc) but if I am misinformed and offend anyone, know I am truly sorry and am more than happy to hear anyone’s corrections in my inbox and will do my best to fix it!

main masterlist

CHAPTER ONE - Steven finds his life slowly turning upside down when the man in the mirror starts talking back, he's sleepwalking all the way to the Alps, and the woman he's besotted with from work finds herself more caught up in all of it than he'd ever wanted.

CHAPTER TWO - She wakes up with a killer headache and a million questions when she realises two things: 1. the man in her room is not infact Steven Grant and 2. her body no longer belongs to her but to the God of Death.

CHAPTER THREE - With Marc and Steven captured by Harrow's men, Layla has no choice but to work with her ex-husbands mistress to get them and the scarab to safety. But things take a turn when Seth comes to reap his reward.

CHAPTER FOUR - Dove wakes up in Steven’s apartment for the second time covered in blood with only one thing on her mind. What the hell happened last night?

CHAPTER FIVE - Marc and Dove adjust to their new mission: catch Harrow before he can release Ammit and for the love of gods don’t let Seth have the body again.

CHAPTER SIX - Summoning a council with the gods sound easy enough, right? Except the man on trial knows the dark secret she has yet to tell Marc.

CHAPTER SEVEN - Marc, his ex-wife and his supposed mistress head to Mogart’s to find Senfu’s sarcophagus, whatever could go wrong when the god of Chaos wants to be involved?

CHAPTER EIGHT - Dove, Marc and Layla escape Mogart’s with only more dead ends and questions unanswered. They’re running out of time before Harrow reaches the tomb, but one thing keeps sticking in Layla’s head more than the rest. Why does Dove look so guilty?

CHAPTER NINE * - Layla, Steven and Dove set off towards Ammit’s tomb across the dunes, only Steven and Dove have a heavy confession they’ve each been meaning to make.

CHAPTER TEN - Marc finds out the truth about Dove, and pays the mortal price.

CHAPTER ELEVEN -

CHAPTER TWELVE -

CHAPTER THIRTEEN -

CHAPTER FOURTEEN -

CHAPTER FIFTEEN -

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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 

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Happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

[j4desblurbs]

rules

hi, i’m jade! a little bit about me:

i’m 21, indian, & bisexual

i have a lot of fav characters, but my main ones that i love are kamala khan, obi-wan kenobi, charles xavier, harley quinn, jake peralta, and sierra six,

i write female/afab reader! and currently i am not comfortable with writing stuff like sith lord obi wan or stuff where characters are evil lmao. i reserve the right to deny any requests.

here’s who i’ll talk about on my blog:

obi wan kenobi

finn

kamala khan

charles xavier

leia organa

luke skywalker

layla el faouly

steven grant

jack russell

harley quinn

sierra six

+ most marvel, ryan gosling, resident evil, & sw characters!

keep in mind that i’ve only seen the main sw trilogies, obi wan kenobi, the mandalorian, andor, & rogue one as of right now :)

characters that i’ll talk nsfw abt:

obi wan kenobi

layla el faouly

charles xavier

sharon carter

jack russell

padmé amidala

cassian andor

sierra six + most ryan gosling characters

harley quinn

logan howlett + most x-men characters

carlos oliveria

jill valentine

nsfw stuff i’m comfortable with talking about:

breeding kink

cockwarming

creampie

cunnilingus

daddy kink

dirty talk

dom reader

edging

fingering

hair pulling

inappropriate usage of the force

mommy kink

overstimulation

praise kink

riding

squirting

thigh riding

nsfw stuff i’m not comfortable talking about:

non con/dubcon/cnc

scat/piss/feet (ew)

ageplay

extreme degradation

please make sure to adhere to these rules when interacting with me! thank you guys :)

[buckyhoney]

all i want in life is for marc spector to hold my face and call me baby. thats all i want.

[starryevermore]

🥃 “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” + layla el-faouly

no sudden movements ✧ layla el-faouly

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request: 🥃 “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” + layla el-faouly - annab-nana

pairing: layla el-faouly x fem!reader

word count: 375

warnings?: mention of being shot, light angst, fluff, pet name (baby), not proofread

Beep…beep…beep…

God, that was such an annoying sound. What the hell was that? Was it some new stupid alarm sound that Apple came up? You didn’t think they could come up with anything more annoying than the default alarm sound. Ugh, now you had to turn the damn thing off. 

Groaning, you forced your eyes open, immediately wanting to shut them again because of the blinding lights. Slowly, you tried opening your eyes again, your brows furrowing together as you realized the room you were in was absolutely not the hotel room you and Layla had been sleeping in. 

Shit. Layla. Where was she?

You started to sit up, but a hand came out, pushing back down on your shoulder. “Don’t move too fast, baby,” Layla said. “You’ve been through hell, so no sudden movements.”

“What happened?” you asked, your words slightly slurred from the pain meds you were sure were pumping through your body and the whole “coming out of a deep sleep” thing. “Last thing I remember, we were surrounded. And then—nothing.”

“You got shot. Real bad. Marc, uh, snapped and killed all of them while I raced you to the hospital.” Layla looked away, like she didn’t want you to see her cry. “I was so scared I wouldn’t get you to the hospital in time. I thought I was going to lose you.”

You let out a dry chuckle, taking her hand, pressing your lips to it. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. It’s going to take a lot more than a silly little bullet wound to take me out.”

“Y/N…”

“Hey, I’m okay now. A little banged up, but okay. Living, soon to be kicking when I regain feeling in my legs—what do they put in these pain meds?—and gonna be glued to your side for all eternity,” you said. You paused, then asked, “Where’s Marc?”

“He went to get breakfast. Why?”

You slowly sat up, lifting your hand to caress Layla’s face, pulling her down to meet you halfway. “Just wanna know how long I can kiss you before he gets back.”

“You probably have a good half hour,” she said. 

“Then I’m gonna make the most of every single second.”

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[messrmoonyy]

Thank you for tagging me.

Post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular):

Muse- museum worker Remus lupin x art student Nymphadora tonks muggle au

Regrets - divorced remus lupin x Nymphadora tonks muggle au

Fine - marc Spector x Fwb reader

The broom closet - young remus lupin x Nymphadora tonks au

The vegan in the steak house - Steven grant x reader

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year:

None of these have titles yet lmao but. Remadora royal au part 2 ( whenever I find motivation to re enter myself into the Remadora fandom ), angsty Moonboys fic, layla el Faouly x female reader first date ( it’s been in draft for MONTHS ) , drunk marc Spector x reader

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year:

Idk what it means by 3. Like 3 fics? Idek. But I’ve improved a lot. I’ll happily say that about my writing it’s improved a great deal.

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year:

1. Motivation to write

2. Motivation. again. Please. Lord I’m begging.

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year:

I’d rather choke that go though all my stuff from last year and fine one line so I’m doing my fav fic from last year. It was definitely muse. My god was I proud of muse and still am. Not to toot my own horn here but I’ve never written anything that good.

I can’t recall a single writer off the top of my head so if you write feel free to do this

2022 wrapped

Tagged by the lovely @ginnyw-potter:

Post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular):

The Time Traveling Nymph, Alternate Ending - the last part of my time traveling Tonks series. I was so proud of how this whole series came together. It's my most popular work and the one I enjoyed writing the most.

Cariad - my postwar AU of Tonks and Remus surviving the Battle of Hogwarts. The question gets posed often - would they have stayed together had they survived? The short answer, yes, but this fic is the long answer (not without significant pain and growth in their relationship).

Call Me Edward - the least popular of my longfics, but one I'm so proud of. Teddy travels back in time. I put that small bean through so much. This is the kind of time travel fic I love (along with the others) - it's not perfect, it's messy, and it's painful.

Unforgettable - a fluffy one-shot I was especially proud of. I thought I did a nice job with the prose. I normally don't write prettily but I thought this one was nice.

Twelve Birthdays - I wrote this for a fest, a look into the life of Tom Riddle. It was a collection of 100-word drabbles. Writing that tightly is a challenge, especially when trying to make a whole narrative. I was very pleased with how it landed and it's inspired me to keep doing this exercise with other fics.

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year:

Andromeda's Sacrifices - it's the title for the Andromeda series I'm going to write/am currently writing. I'm thinking it's going to be two parts. We'll see. Either way, I'm super pumped to post it.

A Changing Pack/title tbd of my Remus raising Harry series - I'm going to finish this. I am. I AM.

My "Death of" Series: it's an exploration of the wizarding afterlife. My next character is Fred Weasley, but I've got a few more in the works: Remus, Sirius, Harry, Nymphadora, Andromeda, and Molly.

Platonic Draco & Ginny time travel fic: I've had this germ of an idea on my mind of Draco and Ginny time traveling together and becoming reluctant friends. Still working out the details & ending.

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year:

From my first fic, Collide, to its second part, Cariad, you can see a HUGE shift in my writing and its progress. Better dialogue, prettier prose, more cohesive narrative, stronger characterization - I'd say all of these are improvements. (More than 3 improvements, but I'm proud of how much my writing has improved in the last year.)

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year:

I want to finish my current WIPs before I post the Andromeda fic. Probably a pipe dream, but it's a resolution.

I want to get better at figurative, pretty language. I'm not a metaphorical person. My prose is good but straightforward, not super poetic either. I do understand that poetic prose is harder with longfics (and I admire anyone who can write a longfic in a pretty way), but that's why I started writing one-shots, to hone my writing skills and apply what I've learned to the longfics.

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year:

Okay, so I'm unbearably proud of one of the last one-shots I wrote in 2022, The Death of Teddy Lupin.

I can't pin it down to just one line, but there's this bit at the end that made my heart so happy to write:

“Where’s home?” Teddy asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“Where love ends,” Gran replied simply, putting her hand on his heart. “As long as there’s love to give, we’re not home yet.”

Teddy gaped at them, confused. “Won’t that take forever?”

Nymphadora and Remus smiled brighter than anyone else.

“The more time you spend here,” said Nymphadora, taking Teddy’s hand, “the more you’ll understand. Forever is all the time we need.”

I'll tag @mumka-fanfic and @messrmoonyy

[sweetly-yours-and-mine]

Florence

Summary: You and Layla enjoy your honeymoon the way honeymoons are meant to be enjoyed.

Pairing: Layla El-Faouly x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: wlw, smut 18+ only, fingering (Layla receiving), porn with like a sprinkle of plot, bad smut most likely you've been warned

A/N: Had this in the works for a few months but here it is! If you enjoyed it you have @pennyserenade to thank for it because she gave me the final push to finish this.

Ever since you’d slipped your ring onto Layla’s hand, you’ve gone a little feral. There’s barely been a moment you’ve spent outside your room, though Florence glitters in the hot sun like a jewelled labyrinth, waiting to be explored. 

You suppose that honeymoons were never really meant for tourism anyways. 

You can’t really look at Layla without a primal little sprout growing in your chest, a curl of possessiveness that shuts off all other thoughts except for ‘mine’. 

Mine. 

Gods, you want to bite her, to swallow her whole. You have bitten her, the evidence clear on her skin, and she has done the same to you in turn. 

Though this is anything but the first time you’ve had her in bed, screaming until her voice is hoarse, it’s the first time that it’s felt like this. Each brush of her skin against yours, the fan of the sounds spilling from her plush lips raise wave after wave of desire in you in ways you’ve never experienced before. 

One look, one kiss, one glance at her ring and you find yourself pressing her down into the sheets, and wrapping your hand around her throat, determined to see what kind of noises you can coax out of her this time. 

She seems to only egg you further, asking for more, more, harder and faster, until she’s quivering. Until her legs are gooey and mushy and there’s a sheen of sweat on her chest that you’ll be depraved enough to lick it away, bite down and make her whine from the overstimulation and the pain. 

This time had started innocently. 

In the bathtub, her back pressed to your chest, you found your hand wandering, trying to clean away the traces of sex from her skin with the tepid, sudsy water. You had worked at her shoulders, tried to loosen the tension knotted into them. 

It really had been innocent, a well-needed break for the both of you to rest and eat before the next rounds. 

It would have been innocent had you been with anyone else but Layla. 

And then she had to go and moan in that delightful way that she did. 

The water only came about halfway up to her stomach, her chest bare and exposed, golden skin even more golden in the low light of the washroom.

Her pussy shimmered for you from underneath the bubbles on the surface of the water. 

You’d abruptly changed course, fingers on her nipples, playing with them until they hardened over for you. Her body always responded to your touch as easily as if it was the only thing she knew how to do. 

Layla had asked you what you thought you were doing and you’d shushed, pressing your lips against her neck and taking in the smell of her. On instinct you’d nipped at the skin, soothed the spot over seconds later with your mouth. 

When she hadn’t complained and only moaned in earnest this time, her back arching sharply for you, you’d gotten out of the water to lay down a towel on the ground and all you’d seen after that was the red hot colour of the ember of lust. 

You’re manhandling her, her body soaking the towel underneath her, the cold grip of her ring against your hip driving you up the walls. 

In seconds you have yourself hovering over her cunt. You press down and the softness of her wet flesh against yours makes you cry out, dizzy and disoriented for a couple of seconds. 

The hardened nub of her clit brushes yours, and you come to. There’s a fucked out look in her eyes and that makes you want to bite her. 

With another press of your hips, you lean forward, follow the line of her throat with your nose and decide where you want to sink your teeth in now. 

There are no other thoughts running inside your head except for mine, mine, mine. 

Building up a steady rhythm, you choose the soft skin about her collarbone, before biting her just on the other side of harsh. The sound she makes goes straight to your head, a heady combination of a cry and a moan. Letting go, you soothe the spot over with your tongue, though a depraved piece of you wanted to keep on the grip you had on her skin and tear off a piece for yourself. 

Your hand goes underneath her lower thigh and you hike her leg up, moving her around the way you please. The angle switch for her seems to do it all. She moans and cries out for you, a gentle tremble starting to grow in the muscles of her leg like the beginnings of an earthquake. 

Her reaction to such a small change is so intense and natural that it makes you laugh gently, “You like that, Layla?” 

She groans. “Fuck, baby.” 

You start to arch your back further before each time you grind down onto her pussy to get better leverage. The mixture of your arousals drips everywhere and gets stirred in with the bathwater on your bodies. Yours and Layla’s thighs are wet and soaked. There’s the faint, wet click each time your hips meet hers and it’s music to the sounds she’s making underneath you. 

The humidity in Italy has done wonders to her hair, and it splays out underneath her and makes her look like an angel. 

Moving your hips in circles, you raise an eyebrow at her teasingly, “You want a finger, baby?” 

Her eyes open only to see if you’re in earnest or only teasing her in the way you’re often fond of at home, keeping her tethering on the edge for hours at a time, coming up behind her and kissing her neck and making her soak through her jeans. She nods frantically, her hips coming up to meet yours with each thrust of yours. 

Pressing two of your fingers in her mouth, she starts to suck at them. You circle her tongue with your fingers and she moans again, muffled, and you can feel the vibrations of it through your hand. You continue your rhythm against her cunt and her chest arches up for you. You move her leg to rest on your waist before you take her breast in your hand and just hold it for now. 

Taking your fingers out of her mouth, you reach behind you and run them through her folds. Lust is so strong with you that you marvel at the control you have over yourself to be able to play her body so well and leave her at a loss for words. 

You press inside her easily, and her pussy sucks you in almost instantly, barely letting you move your hand and fuck her. 

You slow down your hips to move measured and deep presses against her cunt, in time with your fingers as you move them slowly in and out of her. 

You remember the first time you slept with Layla. The olive slip dress she’d worn through the dinner all through the night, the way she was so clearly not wearing a bra underneath. The way her legs went on for miles with the heels she was wearing. 

She had walked you back to her place and you’d invited her in for another drink, which she never did get, but she did get to be pressed up against the wall with the wine rack against it. She had sighed and moaned and wrapped her leg around your waist because her dress also had a delightful little slit in it that you could slip into and trace up her inner thigh to run through the dark curls between her legs. 

Right there against the wall, you had rubbed her clit over and over in a teasing, come-and-go pattern that her shaking as she gripped onto you for dear life as she came. 

That was when you knew how much fun you could have with Layla. 

Then she’d pressed you back onto bed and licked at your core until she made you come three times and then she’d moved you into much the same position you have her in now and rubbed her cunt against yours until she was crying out in pleasure and gripping onto your forearm for dear life. 

The next morning, you’d woken her up and repaid the favour and didn’t let her leave your bed until well-past noon, rolling around until the sheets had fallen onto the floor. You’d pressed her up against the door to your apartment and only let her go after she made you promise that you would come over the next evening and let her make you dinner. 

Right now, she’s starting to cry out in the way that lets you know that she’s close. Your thoughts have aroused you so much that you know that simply seeing her release will push you over yours. 

You push in a third finger and her pussy squelches for you. The sound makes you break out into a trilling laugh, you want to touch the towel underneath her and see how wet it’s gotten from just her arousal, “Gods, Layla.” 

Building up a quicker pace with your hand and hips, you roll the pebble of her nipple between her fingers until she’s breaking out into short pulses of moans and cries. She comes with a scream of your name and a sharp arch of her back. 

As you had expected, the marvellous sight in front of you of a goddess drowned in pleasure, pleasure you’ve given her, pleasure you only will give her from now on because she’s your wife, sends you into a white hot release, your palm on her breast, your grip firm. 

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[hederasgarden]

Nothing Lasts But Light

Summary: You love Layla enough to accept anything, even Marc.

Pairing: Established Layla El-Faouly x Reader l Layla El-Faouly x Reader x Marc Spector l Marc Spector x Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Explicit sexual acts, threesome, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PIV, cum eating, and angst. 

Word Count: 3.4K 

A/N: I can’t remember how long Marc disappeared from Layla’s life but I took a few liberties with this fic and made it over a year. 

You meet Layla first.

It’s a fast friendship that grows effortlessly between you that sometimes it’s hard to remember life before her. She’s beautiful and confident, so at ease in her own skin that you can’t help but envy her. Love comes later, after Marc disappears and your friendship deepens into something more. Her lips on yours are a revelation, the feel of her hands on your skin addictive. She cracks you open easily, putting your body under hers and drawing out your soft heart while guarding her own.

You know what she does for a living is dangerous. She never tells you where she goes but she comes back to you beaten up more times than you can count. You accept her every time. You have to - you love her. Turning her away is unthinkable, even tonight when she shows up with Marc whose sharp eyes are distrustful and wary. They’re both bloody, their clothes torn. He is arguably worse off, looking anxiously over his shoulder. You’ve been half-expecting this since Layla left three weeks ago after a phone call from him but you’re still a little surprised he’s actually here. She spent months looking for him, always coming up empty-handed.

“Come in, come in,” you encourage, stepping back and letting them into your apartment.

It’s a small space, cozy but cluttered. Marc takes it all in, zeroing in on the photos that decorate your mantel. The ones that show you and Layla laughing and carefree. His gaze skips over to the kitchen table where one of her jackets is folded neatly over the back of a chair. The whole apartment is littered with evidence of the life you’ve built with her. One without him.

Layla helps Marc onto your couch while you rummage under the sink in the kitchen for the first aid kit. When you return you look between them, trying to determine who needs attention first. Most of the blood on Layla looks like it’s from him… Or maybe someone else because if Marc had lost all that blood he wouldn’t be upright. You reach to treat the still bleeding cut on his brow but he grasps your wrists before you can touch him. His grip is just shy of painful, fingernails digging into your skin. You glance at Layla who lays a hand on Marc’s thigh.

“Let her clean you up,” she says. “Please.”

Marc releases you after a long moment. Tension lines every muscle of his body when you step between his legs. Layla closes her eyes and leans back against the couch. As you slowly clean Marc's face you look at her every so often, cataloging the weary set of her brow and the utter exhaustion written all over her. There’s a scratch on her face but it’s superficial. Her shirt clings wetly to her chest from what you hope isn’t blood.

She seems to sense you looking and opens her eyes, smiling softly. “I’m ok, habibti,” she promises.  

You nod and turn your attention back to Marc. The weight of his gaze on you is heavy, almost a physical sensation. You lean closer, craning over him to follow the deep gash in his shoulder down his back. When you almost lose your balance he steadies you with a hand on your hip. It’s strange being so close to him. Even after he married Layla he wasn’t around much, disappearing for days or weeks at a time. When he was home, he kept his distance. You suspected back then whatever he did for a living probably wasn’t exactly legal and you know neither is Layla’s chosen profession.

Tipping his head back and to the side you look at his neck, frowning. The skin there is puckered from what looks to have been a blade to his throat. “This is going to need stitches,” you tell him, concerned.

That was never something you excelled at. A wonky little scar on Layla’s shoulder from when you patched her up months ago was a testament to that and you still feel guilty for marring her beauty. She promptly silenced your concern with a kiss and those clever fingers of hers.

“Just clean it up, it’ll heal on its own,” Marc directs, staring straight ahead.  

Layla cracks an eye open and gives you a reassuring nod, encouraging you to continue cleaning away the blood and grime from his skin. Up close he smells like soot and cordite but every once and a while you catch the floral scent of your girlfriend’s perfume. After you’re finished there’s a sizable pile of bloody bandages on the coffee table behind you, but at least Marc looks better.

Layla opens her eyes, taking in a deep breath. Her nose wrinkles. “I need a shower,” she announces, standing.

She cups the back of your head and kisses you sweetly before pulling away to rest her forehead against yours. You stay like that for several moments, taking comfort from one another before she pulls away and disappears down the hall. When you look back at Marc he’s staring up at you. His hand is still on your hip and you realize yours is still resting on his shoulder. You withdraw it with a quiet apology and his own falls away as you busy yourself with cleaning up the gauze and putting away your supplies. Several minutes pass in silence before Marc finally speaks.

“She told you everything?” He asks.

You turn to face him, surprised to find he’s only inches away from you. Barely 20 minutes ago he was swaying on his feet, leaning heavily on Layla but now he’s standing upright, color back in his face. Although he’s not a big man his presence is overwhelming, commanding your attention and respect. It’s easy to see why Layla fell for him, drawn to the way he exudes both danger and comfort… admittedly a strange mix. He looks ready to tear down the world for someone he loves.  

“She did,” you confirm quietly.

Layla kept many secrets, something you struggled with at first but this wasn’t one of them. She told you the truth about Marc and the suit the first night you got together. Since then you’ve spoken often about him. So much so that in some ways, you feel like you know Marc as well as you know Layla.

“And you’re… ok with it? With me?” He asks.

“I am.”

Marc relaxes at your admission, bowing his head in a surprising show of vulnerability you hadn’t expected. His breath is ragged. You feel compelled to step forward, touching his shoulder.

“She searched for you for a long time but she always believed you would come back,” you tell him.  

While you don’t want to hurt Marc, you also want him to understand. You love Layla fiercely and you’ll protect her from anything, herself included. He looks up at you before glancing down the hall.

“All this really doesn’t bother you?” He asks.

“Why would it? Just because she loves you too that doesn’t mean she loves me any less.”

“It’s true,” Layla says, startling you both. Her hair and skin are still damp from the shower, a towel wrapped tightly around her body. She looks radiant and you feel a tug on your heart as she approaches the two of you. She links her fingers with yours.

“Go get a shower, we can talk after,” she promises Marc.

Once he’s gone she turns to you, cupping your face and rubbing her nose slowly against yours. “Are you ok with this?” She asks.

Your girlfriend’s expression is uncharacteristically vulnerable, reminding you when she admitted she would take Marc back if he returned. You hadn’t understood at first that she wanted both of you. She had a hungry heart, loving deeply and fiercely in a way you admired. In a way you envied. You agreed then and now, even though you have some concerns, you find you can’t deny you’re interested.

“I am.” She visibly relaxes. “But he seems sad… lost,” you add seriously.

“You’re good with damaged things,” Layla whispers, reaching for the tie on your robe. She tugs it free and pushes it off your shoulders, admiring the thin nightgown you wear underneath. You shudder when she drags her fingertips over the swell of your breast, nails catch on the delicate skin.

“You’re not broken,” you remind her meaningfully. “Did Marc explain why he left?”

“He did. It’s complicated,” she admits. You wait for her to continue but she doesn’t elaborate. You don’t push her to. Loving Layla meant trusting she’ll tell you things when she’s ready to. “I can find him somewhere else to stay if you want.”

“If you trust him that’s enough for me.”

Layla smiles, the sight helping you relax into her embrace and accept her lips on yours again. She groans, grasping your waist and walking you back towards the couch. You stumble and she follows you down onto the leather seat, straddling your thighs. She sheds her towel, revealing her beautiful body. It feels electric, her weight against you and the smell of her shampoo surrounding you. She shivers when you run your hands up and down her back. You trade soft kisses, reveling in the feel of the other, each touch adding to the building ache in your core.  

“What about Marc?” You question breathlessly. You can still hear the shower running but he won't be in there forever.

“If you want him to join us he can. If you don’t, we can take this to the bedroom,” she promises, holding your face in her hands. “I’m ok if we take this slow but either way I want you right now.”

“I want you too,” you admit, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you consider the man in the other room. The smart thing to do would be to stop and talk about everything but Layla’s always made you a little reckless. “Ok,” you agree, trembling with anticipation.

She climbs off your lap to kneel between your thighs, flipping your short nightgown up, and urging you to scoot to the edge of the couch. She nuzzles your cunt and inhales deeply. Your eyes close at the first touch of her tongue, her fingers kneading your inner thigh. Layla knows your body better than you know it yourself. She uses her thumb to rub your clit while she fucks you with her tongue. The vibration of her soft moans has your back arching, fingers sliding into her hair. She is a giving lover, working you over with a gentle finesse that a man never could replicate. You gasp, chanting her name, hips rising off the couch and you hold her against you.

The floorboards creak and your eyes shoot open to find Marc standing in the hallway. He looks dangerous and alluring, expression half shadowed even as his eyes seem to glimmer in the dim light. He’s bare chested, one of your towels wrapped around low around his hips. You stare at one another until Layla draws your orgasm to the surface and your eyes flutter closed, your whole body going taut.

“Oh,” you breathe. Layla continues to lap at your core, drawing out your pleasure until you can’t take anymore and push weakly at her head. She stares up at you, rubbing your thighs and humming in satisfaction.

She glances over her shoulder at Marc and the two of them share a long, intimate look. Whatever he sees on her face has him stepping cautiously into the living room, glancing back at you. Layla rises, unashamed of her nudity and draws Marc in for a kiss. You see how she pushes her tongue in his mouth, sharing your taste with him. The sight makes you clench around nothing and heat spreads through your limbs when Marc groans.

“Do you want to taste it from the source?” She asks him, molding her chest to his back and resting her chin on his shoulder. You feel suddenly shy having both their attention on you and bring your knees together but stop with Layla clicks her tongue. “Let him see, habibti,” she encourages.

You swallow heavily and let your legs fall open.

“Beautiful,” Marc whispers, moving forward. He drops to his knees before you, his bulk forcing your legs further apart.  “Is this ok?” He asks, looking up at you.

You nod, shivering when he draws a thick finger through your folds, parting them to his intense gaze. His fingers are calloused and rough, so much bigger than Layla’s. Although you’re still sensitive from Layla’s mouth you can’t deny how good it feels to have him gently explore you. When his thumb drags over your clit you flinch, inhaling sharply. He does it again, watching you face contort with pleasure. The two fingers he slips inside meet no resistance.

Marc maintains eye contact as he dips down to taste you for the first time, flicking his tongue across your clit in time with the way his fingers drag in and out of you. The couch dips as Layla comes to sit beside you, reaching into your nightgown to cup your breast. She pinches and pulls your nipple until you’re arching off the couch and crying out. You share a kiss and she pushes her tongue in your mouth while you teeter on the edge of another orgasm. You’re nearly there when Layla pulls away and tells Marc to stop. He’s panting just as hard as you when he draws back.

“The bedroom,” Layla instructs, pulling you to stand and leaving Marc to follow. She strips you of your nightgown and urges you back onto the bed, climbing over you to settle on your stomach. You cup her hips, looking up at her curiously. You’re not exactly sure how this will go but you trust Layla.

“I want to watch Marc fuck you,” she whispers, bending down to kiss your neck. She nips at the skin there, causing you to groan quietly. “I’d like to see you two together,” she continues, dragging her lips along the shell of your ear.

“What about you two. Don’t you want to…”

“We already reintroduced ourselves,” Layla assures you.

The thought of them together makes your mouth grow dry and you rub your thighs together to relieve the pressure you feel in your core. You half wonder exactly how that would have gone because Marc doesn’t seem the type to give up control easily, though you know how good it can be under Layla soft instruction.

“I wanted tonight to be about the two of you getting acquainted,” Layla explains, “And if you’re not ready for that I know Marc would love to finish eating you out. Or just watch us.”

You look past her to Marc who stands in the doorway. He’s abandoned the towel, fisting his cock in his hand slowly as he watches the two of you. An encouraging smile is all it takes for him to stalk towards you. Layla settles herself next you on the bed, curled into your side. One hand disappears between her thighs, a tendon on her forearm flexing as she begins to touch herself while the other rests on your stomach.

Marc climbs on the bed, looking between Layla and you. “Should I get a condom?” He asks. “I’m clean but…”

You glance at Layla and she nods, encouragingly.

“I’m ok if you are,” you tell him, reaching up to touch his cheek. His eyes close at the contact, leaning into your palm. “I think we all trust each other here.”

Marc settles himself between your thighs and leans forward, hand resting beside your head. He leans down slowly, giving you time to react. You tilt your head up and meet his mouth. It’s soft, just the brush of your lips against his but after a moment his tongue urges your mouth open to taste you. Both of you groan as he takes control of the kiss and lowers his body to rest against yours. Even though the kiss turns harsher, more demanding, he surprises you by doing nothing more than kissing you for a few moments, fingertips caressing your neck and cheek.

When he pulls away you’re breathless, eyes wide. He smiles and shifts forward. You can feel his thick cock at your entrance. As he pushes inside you slowly, Layla grasps your chin and directs you to kiss her. She swallows down your soft cries as Marc enters you, your cunt fluttering in response to how full you feel.

“Fuck,” he gasps, eyes closing.

You tear your lips from Layla’s and grasp Marc’s forearms to arch your back, wanting more. “Oh, please,” you moan.

Marc draws back slowly only to thrust inside you again, building you up slowly as he chases his own pleasure. You’re overwhelmed by the rush of both emotions and physical sensations. You lift your hips, wanting him to reach deeper. He grunts, grasping your right leg and hitching it up. Pleasure skitters along every nerve and you tilt your chin back, reveling in the feel of his lips on your throat.

Beside you Layla gasps, making that beautiful sound you’re intimately familiar with as she gets closer and closer to her own orgasm. You watch through your lashes as she fucks herself furiously with her fingers, her own attention focused on where you and Marc are joined together. One hand cups her breast, plucking her own nipple. Suddenly she stills, back arching off the bed and she comes with a beautiful cry that intensifies your own pleasure.

“Want you to come too,” Marc whispers, flexing his fingers against your hip. You turn your attention back to him, staring into his deep brown eyes. He hitches your leg higher on his hip and increases his rhythm into faster, deeper strokes that have you clenching around him. “Touch yourself,” he commands.

You do as he asks, slipping a hand between your bodies to find your clit. It’s sensitive and swollen, you don’t need to do much to push yourself over the edge with the way Marc is fucking you. Your orgasm rolls up from your stomach, spreading across your chest and then down through your limbs, everything white hot and tingling.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Marc chants, voice going hoarse. His strokes lengthen until he finally stops, buried deep inside you. He looks almost pained, his eyes closed and his face a primal mask of pleasure. You both come down together, breathing evening out but your own heart still races in your chest.

“I could get used to watching this,” Layla comments. “Maybe next time I’ll sit on that pretty face though,” she says, tracing your lips with her finger.

The idea makes you clench around Marc who groans and shifts forward. He drops his body against yours but is careful to keep his weight on his forearms to not crush you.

“You’re fucking insatiable,” Marc says affectionately.  

“Good thing there’s two of us now,” you tell him, resting your hand on his bicep. Marc’s gaze turns back to you, his expression soft. He brushes the back of his hand over your cheek and smiles.

Layla hums happily beside you, leaning forward to kiss you and then Marc. “Stay here,” she says, rising from the bed and heading towards the bathroom.

Marc pulls back, easing out of you with a sharp breath. He settles himself beside you as Layla emerges with two washcloths. She hands one to Marc and eyes you considerably, tongue running along her bottom lip as she stares between your thighs. You can feel Marc’s spend leaking out of you and know it’s what has her so mesmerized. She climbs on the bed and dips a finger in the mess, her touch making you jump. She sucks her fingers clean and sighs.

“I think you need a rest but next time I’ll clean you up,” she promises, gently dragging the washcloth through your folds. When she’s done, she climbs between you and Marc, urging you to curl up beside her. Marc settles behind her and after a moment you feel his hand settle on your hip, his thumb stroking your skin.

Tomorrow you’ll have to figure out how this will work but for now you close your eyes, exhausted and content. What matters is Layla is home safe...and so is Marc.

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Masterlist/Masterpost

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MARVEL:

yelena belova

agatha harkness

moon knight

carol danvers

kate bishop

daisy johnson

wanda maximoff

tony stark

natasha romanoff

jean grey

bucky barnes

sam wilson

marvel angst fics

in the shadows (series)

way down we go (series)

CW DCTV:

legends of tomorrow

lena luthor

kara danvers

STARGATE:

daniel jackson

WIZARDING WORLD:

fred weasley

MERLIN:

gwaine

ORIGINAL STORY/SONG OF MEDUSA:

song of medusa

RIORDANVERSE:

thalia grace

ARCANE:

ambessa medarda

mel medarda

sevika

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Sultry Head Canons

Pairing: Marc Spector x Layla El Faouly x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1100 words

Outline: Being in a polyamorous relationship with Marc and Layla includes...

Warnings: pet names, cockwarming, multiple sex positions, multiple mentions of ejaculations, nipple play, bite kink, mentions of sex toys.

Author’s Note: This is a sequel to my story Sultry and it features a couple of headcanons for how their rest of the summer unfolded. This could be a stand-alone but I do encourage you to read the story! Second time doing hds, hope you like them!

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Main Masterlist ・❥・ Marc Spector Masterlist ・❥・Layla El Faouly Masterlist

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

The rest of your summer in Cairo went swimmingly, cuddled in perfectly with your two lovers. You were incredibly happy that these two people had decided to keep you with them and you never stopped to express your gratitude and your devotion to them. Turning yourself into the perfect pet for them. 

No one is shy when it comes to PDA, they are touching you subtly, and dominantly at any place. Spreading your legs whenever they needed you to do so or making you display your naked body for them on any occasion. 

Layla is a little more subtle whereas Marc is openly possessive and determined. He never lets you go too long without a kiss or a touch. He needs to have his hands on you or on Layla at all times. Layla is more subtle, she knows you would never stray.

Marc and Layla kept you at their house, at a secluded part just outside of town. Not many eyes to see what you were all up to. They didn’t have a problem with you going to work and for your studies as long as you always came back to them. 

What surprised you the most is how much they liked taking you on fancy dates and day trips. Make sure you were dressed to the nines, both of them immaculate dressed and adorned in jewelry. 

Marc loved Layla and it was so striking to watch as they both showered you in affection. Their shared love made you even happier to be part of this relationship.

Marc loved feeding Layla and she loved doing the same thing. Many times while Marc was using you as a cockwarmer, Layla fed you marshmallows straight from her mouth, kissing you sweetly as you whimpered from up above him. 

Stargazing was one of your favorite activities together. Wrapped all together in one thin blanket, snuggled in for better warmth as you often fell asleep looking at the stars and listening to them talk and talk for hours about their shared interests and their work. 

They both love using as their pillows while they sleep, and a lot of times you had them both sleeping on your chest, mouths on your nipples, Marc’s cock is whichever cunt he preferred that day. 

Marc loved painting you with his cum, and making you walk around the apartment with it dripping down your thigh, only to have Layla clean it off a couple of minutes later. 

But you also loved and enjoyed the peace and the quiet together, reading books on top of each other, chin on someone’s shoulder, you massaging Layla while Marc was reciting a poem in french for the both of you. 

Music! Layla was a huge fan of music and she loved teaching you about Egyptian music and singers. Often taking you dancing, the three of them make quite the picture altogether. She loved twirling you around and making you grind on Marc, liked when he cursed under his breath and held both of your wrists tight to shove you into a narrow alley. 

Layla loved it when someone played with her hair, so both you and Marc made sure to show your love for her and her beautiful mane. 

Marc liked fucking you till you screamed and wailed underneath him but Layla liked it just as rough, that day she brought home a strap-on, and she was fucking you fast and hard and almost broke your back. Marc looked so proud of her. Having them both take you like that, cock over cock, inside your tight holes would always leave you aching. 

Sometimes when Layla was too busy with something else, Marc would determinedly fuck you loudly someone close to her just to break her bravado and yet Layla never gave in. On the other hand, the minute Layla touched you whenever Marc was busy, he would never hesitate to leave his work just to take care of both of you. 

Bath time was one of your favorites, taking turns washing each other, soft massages, and tender touches with the softest kisses in between. 

Sharing clothes, you loved wearing Marc’s t-shirt and he loved existing completely naked, never hesitate to show you how hard you both made his cock. 

Marc loved having you both on all fours, above a blanket outside at the terrace, and just tease and tease you until your collective wetness was enough to make him go jackhammer on you both. 

Other times, he preferred spanking you both like this, one hand on each asscheek but there were many times Marc joined you, very pleased to receive some spankings from his wife. And oh god, he whimpered…loud and proud. 

Yet their favorite position was placing you in the middle and worshipping your body, each trying to outdo the other as they devoured your nipples and your cunt till you couldn’t have anymore. 

Sometimes, Layla took that position and you were more than happy to oblige, taking in her scent and her beauty, having Marc praise you for all the good job you were doing. 

One of your most memorable mornings, was when you woke up to Layla kissing your mouth so sweetly and passionately, Marc stretching you out with fingers until he entered you, Layla’s lips never leaving yours until you orgasmed in her mouth. 

Often, one of you would be the observer looking at what the others were doing until someone (most often Marc) would give in and come and join. 

Yet when you were the observer you always sat quietly, never touched yourself, you were a good girl, you knew your place and time would come soon enough. 

Marc loved it having Layla’s on his face while he hammered his cock on your pussy, keeping a brutal pace with both his tongue and his thrusts as Layla tried to hold on to you for support. 

One night, you were sitting on the edge of the bed legs spread, both of them assaulting you with their tongues, pushing your legs apart. You never knew you could orgasm again and again until you passed out.  They took their turns kissing each other in between so sinfully and deliciously. 

There were marks and bites all over your body, they both loved claiming you as theirs and you were proud to be theirs. 

The day you had to leave and return back home, they both tearfully greeted you at their airport making promises of finding each other again. 

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