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𝓓𝓪𝔂 22 - Hide Your Phone When You’re Drunk || Layla El-Faouly x m!reader
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Summary: You are Layla's ex-boyfriend. After a night of binge drinking, you feel the urge to text your ex-girlfriend.
Warnings: descriptions of smutty behaviours
Word count: ~ 840
Author: Fenrir
A/N: The prompt for today is: Sexting
Here's a non-linear story where Layla had a relationship with a male reader before she met Marc, and she is not truly happy with him and misses her ex. The warning has been given
You returned home completely wasted. While playing with a screen under the influence of alcohol, you got a stupid idea and wrote to your ex, Layla, asking whether she liked a picture of a sticking cock you've sent her.
She replied after a minute with a picture of her tits and a note "jerk yourself at it"
You: I didn't mean that, but thanks, I haven't seen you for a long time, honey
Layla: Now you have to show yourself as well
You sent her a picture of your dick, or rather boxers, with equipment clearly defined underneath.
Layla: What is this? Y/N, I wanted a cock! 🍆
You: And I'd like a pussy! 🥵👅
"Now show me your cock!" Layla texted, along with a picture of her spread legs and her open pussy.
Perhaps she's drunk as well, you thought as she started being vulgar.
She received a photo of a cock without boxers, standing slightly.
Layla: I want it how I like it! Put it up, it must be stiff and shiny! Play it like you mean it
You: 😏It would have to be slimed by you and hung over your head 😏😏
Layla: You'd have to be in a position hahaha, what a silly idea, Y/N
Layla received a short clip after you lowered the phone and took a nice angle, turned on the recording, and started jerking off, thinking about her.
Layla: Thanks, it's been a long time since I've seen one up close
You: But you have a man, what's his fucking name? Marc?
Layla: Yeah... fucking like it's a formality in the bank
You: What do you mean?
Layla: Spreading my legs, turning around, showing my ass, stretching my ass with my hands, grinding my holes with his cock until he cums, pushing the cum out, wiping myself, washing up and going to sleep, that's my reality. Have you already cum, luv?
The thought of her being so sexually uncomfortable made you frown slightly. She sent another text after a longer period of time, asking again:
Layla: Have you cum?
You: Nah, didn't write to have cyber fun lol 😂 I didn't think you were just fucking around, no fun, but rather you always liked a bit of fun before and after 😏
Layla: My preference would be to watch a cock straddle me in my every hole rather than simply feeling the lubricating gel, followed by a hard cock in my unstretched ass
You: From your perspective, how did it work out?
She must have been offended, you thought after waiting about 15 minutes after your last text was left without a response from Layla.
Due to the late hour, you decided to take a shower. When you set your alarm clock after the shower, you noticed a message notification. You checked it reluctantly, convinced that you had just received another ranting message. Instead, this was the biggest message you've ever seen someone send. It resembled a fucking essay.
Layla: When I knelt in front of your erect cock, just looking at it, taking it in my mouth, licking it, and sucking it made me turn on 😍 Additionally, grabbing your slightly dangling balls was always a good way to keep you from shoving your cock down my throat, since you often fucked me in my throat like you were driving into my ass without resistance haha 🥵 When I held your cock in my mouth, I often had to suck to keep my neck from getting too tired. My neck hurt anyway after a while, so I put my hands on your ass and pushed you down. Your cock would then push into my mouth as you dropped yourself down, and I could see the ball sack coming toward my face. I felt the hard cock kneading my tongue and going almost down my throat, which I didn't like because I can't deep throat. Your half-hard cock with cum hanging over my face always got my attention, as did your cum running down your cock on the video when you jacked off, or when I finished you off with my hand while lying on your back for a hand job with my fingers drilling into your ass and me sucking on your balls. Watching you cum for me again or feeling your sperm on my face would be wonderful. Please don't take me for a pervert, but fuck, I miss you, Y/N 🥺
It was a severe shock, and your dick was standing all over the place; your response was to push your sweatpants down to record yourself jerking to the camera again until you spurted your cum on your lower, well-built abdomen, with a grunt.
Layla: That's what I needed, handsome. Now wash your dick and go to bed, because we have a long day tomorrow, don't we? Would you like to hang out, then?
You: Sure. If you message me when you're in our pub, I'll meet you there, ok?
Layla: Yes. If I said I didn't miss you, I'd lie... See you then, babe ❤️
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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, 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. You do want them both. 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, body 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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Since Layla has me quite in love and my mind doesn't allow me not to stop thinking about her, you could write an obscene piece where Layla looks for you after a fight with her suit on but her intention is to take out some of her fury on you. Sometimes I don't understand myself well lol
OHHHH I am so here for it😏
Warnings: 18+ Minors do not interact! THIS IS SMUT! Honestly what is a plot? Reader is female. Basically dom!Layla. face sitting, fingering, eating out. Language. Also not proof read
A night to remember (Layla El Faouly x fem!Reader)
The night wasn't supposed to end like this. Layla and you were at a Gala where they were auctioning artifacts. Layla being Layla had to be there of course. And because neither of you thought anything bad would happen there you accompanied her. You even got a new dress for the occasion. The two of you almost didn't even leave because the moment Layla saw you in the beautiful dress, that hugged your curves in all the right places, almost all thoughts about the artifact left her brain. The only thought left was making you scream her name in that dress. She had pressed her lips against yours, swallowing your surprised gasps. One hand had tangled in your hair the other groped your ass. It was hard to pull away. But you knew that this was important to her. She nipped at your lips and reluctantly agreed.
Looking back you wished you would have stayed at the hotel with her. But alas here you were now. Some guys fighting with Layla, who was now in her Scarlet Scarab outfit. She was kicking ass, which honestly did turn you on a little. But she was losing you could see it. After a particularly hard kick, she was knocked down briefly and the men took that time to scurry off with the artifact. Layla was ready to chase after them but you held her back, looking at her worriedly. There was a fire in her eyes that you rarely saw.
"Please let's just get back to the hotel. Fight another day?"
She looked at you and after a few seconds nodded in agreement. She took your hand and basically dragged you back to the hotel room. You could barely keep up with her pace. Good for you that it wasn't far.
She dragged you inside the room and closed the door. Before you could even open your mouth to talk to her and try to calm her down, you were pinned against the door, Layla's lips crashing onto yours.
A surprised moan left you, which she used to her advantage and slip her tongue into your mouth, teasing and playing with your own. She really took your breath away with the way she was kissing you and pinning you against the door. You were putty in her hands and you were willing to do everything for her in that moment.
As she finally parted from you, not after she took your bottom lip between her teeth and pulled at it a little, you were finally able to take in a deep breath. Your heart hammering against your ribs. Already out of breath and you just kissed. She always had this effect on you. As you look at her, lips swollen from the kiss, you could see a spark in her eyes, that you rarely saw. She was still in her scarlet scarab outfit and that alone was turning you on even more.
You could not help yourself and pulled her in for another heated kiss. You could feel her smirking against your lips as she pulled you away from the door and you barely registered that she was moving you two to the bedroom. Your lips never parted from one another, one of her hands groping the flesh of your ass.
Reaching the bedroom she pulled your dress down, careful not to ruin it. She let out an appreciative hum upon seeing your lack of underwear. Layla pushed you onto the bed rather harshly and you bounced slightly on it. She didn't miss a beat and she was on top of you, kissing your neck. Slightly bending your neck, so she had better access. She was biting and sucking hickeys onto your neck. You weren't quite sure if you would be able to cover them all, but you could care less about that right now.
Layla finally happy with her job apparently licked a stripe down your neck to your decollete. "Your tits looked so good in this dress, so distracting all evening. No wonder I couldn't catch these guys when all I could think about was burying my face between these." To emphasize her point she squeezes one of your breasts pinching your nipple, which made you squeal. You knew she was not going to be soft on you today. Layla licked around your perked nipple as she toyed with the other one. One of your hands came to twist into her curls, pulling softly as she bit into your nipple, letting out a wanton moan. She made sure to leave some hickeys on your chest as well. Surely you would look like you've been in a fight tomorrow.
Finally, she kissed her way further down your body, taking her place between your legs. She looked at your exposed pussy, already glistening with your arousal. Layla grinned and looked up at you. Her eyes darker than usual.
"Already so wet for me. Tell me little mouse, what do you want?"
Words seem to fail you as you looked at her, kissing the inside of your thighs. You apparently took too long to answer her, as she bit into your thigh, yelping a little from the pain. "Answer me."
"Want you to touch me." Your voice was almost timid. Layla grinned tracing her fingertips dangerously close to your mound but never quite touching you were you needed her. Were you were aching for her. "Oh but I am touching you. Aren't I little mouse? I think you have to be more specific."
"Layla please..." You were always a little embarrassed to talk to her like that. She snarled and got back over you, her hand squeezing your cheeks. "Either you tell me what you need or you won't get any at all and I will just finish myself off. Are we clear?" You nodded quickly and she released your face. You very rarely saw her like this but damn it was turning you on. "I want you to touch my pussy please... I want your fingers inside of me. I want your mouth on me. Please Layla."
She hummend, very pleased with you. She gave you a quick kiss. "That wasn't so hard was it?" Your cheeks were hot in embarrassment still but that soon was forgotten as she again took her place between your legs. She wasted no time and drove right in. Her tongue lapping up your juices that were coating you, her tongue occasionally dipping inside of you.
Your head is thrown back as you let out loud moans at her ministration. She held two fingers before your lips, which you immediately took into your mouth. Sucking on them and coating them in your spit. She pulls them out way too soon for your liking and you are ready to protest. But the moment you open your mouth all that leaves is a loud moan of her name, as she pushes the two fingers inside of you.
She didn't waste any time as she thrusts her fingers into you over and over again at a fast pace. Sucking on your clit at the same time. One of your hands was in her hair holding on for dear life, the other one was fisting the bedsheet. As she started to curl her fingers inside of you, hitting that spot that drives you crazy, you couldn't hold back. Your hips rose off the bed as you came with a shout of her name, toes curling. Your mind was fuzzy and you thought that Layla would stop now so you could return the favour. But she didn't. Her fingers still pumping into you, a little slower this time but still hitting that perfect spot. Her tongue playing with your sensitive clit.
You looked down at her, finding her looking already at you. Eyes still dark there was a mischievous glint in them. Yep, you are in for it tonight. The pace of her fingers picked up again, scissoring inside of you, her tongue flicking your clit, occasionally sucking on it. You were so sensitive still that it did not take long for you to be right there on the edge again. Your legs started to shake as she drew another orgasm out of you.
This went on for two more rounds. Finally letting go of you after your fourth orgasm, your legs were limb and your whole body felt heavy and oh so satisfied. Your ears were ringing. But Layla was not done with you just yet. She stood up taking off her shoes and pants. The gold armor of her chest plate glistened wetly. Your face grew even hotter as it already did as you realized that it was your arousal from your last and final orgasm. You haven't even fully realized that you squirted.
The rest of her outfit stayed on as she shuffled back over you, hovering above your face. The white linen from underneath the gold plate covered her still. You raised a heavy arm and pulled it to the side. Layla took this as her invitation to fully sink onto your face. You let out a hum, you could smell her arousal, and licked a long stripe from her entrance to her clit. Layla gave a pleased moan as she tugged at your hair with one hand. The other hand was resting on the wall for support. Your fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs holding her close to you as you lapped at her wetness. Your tongue circling around her entrance, your nose brushing her clit. Layla's moans only encouraged you more, and so you started to push your tongue inside of her.
Layla threw her head back in pleasure, her hips circling carefully, so her clit catches on your nose for the much needed friction. You hummed her taste and smell all you could think about, all you wanted to think about. You wanted to please her. You looked up at her. She looks like a goddess and you are more than gladly her throne. Her head was still thrown back, her curls wild, and god if you already completely whipped for her you sure would have been now.
Her grip on your hair tightened and you could feel her clenching and pulsation around your tongue, indicating that she was close. Another hum left your throat. You wanted to taste her sweet release. Pulling your tongue out of her and shifting your face a little you took her clit into her mouth and sucked on it flicking with your tongue. With a cry of your name she finally came, riding your face even more now and you let her, way too occupied with lapping up her sweet release. Her legs shook next to your head as her orgasm rocked through her. your fingers still digging into her flesh. You haven't even realized how hard you were gripping them, leaving small half-moons as you finally released them.
Carefully, and for your taste way too soon, Layla climbed off of you, making you let out a small whine. Even though you were exhausted you always wanted more of her. As she lay down next to you, still a little out of breath, she looked at you fondly. The dark look in her eyes finally gone. With a soft kiss on your lips she got up and, a little wobbly made her way to the bathroom. Seconds later she emerged with a wet cloth in her hand and sat down on the bed again. Slowly she began cleaning you up between your legs. This would have to be enough for now. Honestly, all you wanted to do now was cuddle with her and sleep. Soon enough she was done, putting the rag somewhere, you couldn't care less. She took off the rest of her outfit and finally laid down next to you, pulling you into her.
Relaxing even further, she started to play a little with your hair. Surely that was a mess with how much you had trashed on the bed earlier. Yet Layla still thought you were the most beautiful being ever.
"You are always so good to me little mouse."
" 'ts because I love you so much..." Your words a little slurred. You really were exhausted. She gave your forehead a soft kiss. "I love you even more."
" Impossible."
Layla just chuckled at that, holding you close, not caring about both your sweaty skin. Your breath evened out and a deep sleep took you in. Layla looked over to her bag, where she knew a small ring was waiting for you. But for now she needed sleep just like you.
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Not a request, just wondering if you think you might expand on those Layla with a strap thoughts one day? 👀
How about today? No time like the present, right?
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Rating: Explicit - 18+ only. Minors interacting with this work will be blocked.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content - fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink, toy use; hints of rough sex
It starts with your whimpering plea for more.
Layla watches you writhe against her hand, moans softly as she sinks her teeth into the meat of your thigh, feels you tighten up around her fingers
She plunges her fingers into your sopping pussy as roughly as she can—even as her hand and forearm start to cramp up
But you're still whimpering for more—and what can she do?
Layla leans back, gently drawing her fingers from you
When you push out a confused whine, Layla finds you blinking down at her with confusion
"Hold on, my love," She reassures, pressing a kiss to your twitching hip before drawing away
She can feel you watching her was she walks over to her dresser, rummaging around.
When she finds what she's looking for, she turns back to you with it in her hands, and a devious grin on her face
Your eyes sweep over Layla, stunned at what she's holding.
She walks back to the bed in slow, steady steps, waving it the strap-on teasingly at you.
"You wanted more," She reminds you. She stops at the side of the bed, drawing the straps up over her hips.
You scooch your aching body to the edge of the bed, helping her to fasten them. You shiver as she reaches down, stroking her fingers over your cheek.
"Are you going to give it a little kiss?" She teases.
You take hold of the flesh-toned shaft, twisting your hand along it before you lean in, pressing a kiss to the tip. Then you meet her eyes, batting your eyelashes as you take the head into your mouth.
Layla hums softly, smoothing her hand around the nape of your neck. She holds you steady, then presses more deeply into your mouth.
You gag at the sudden change, pulling off with a cough, drawing in a thick, watery gasp as your eyes water.
"You look so sweet with tears in your eyes," Layla murmurs with a grin, making your body go hot with excitement.
Layla urges you back onto the bed before taking the lube up from the bedside table.
You watch her coat the toy as you lean back. Your fingers curl in the sheets as Layla kneels on the bed between your legs.
Layla slicks her fingers over your clit, giving it a few gentle swipes before she gently guides the toy into you
Your mouth falls open at the feeling—of the way she's filling you so completely.
"More?" She teases, gently easing the toy in until she's bottomed out.
Your hands slide up, over her sweat-sheened biceps, nails sinking into her tanned skin.
"Layla," You breathe weakly.
She gives an encouraging little hum as she begins to roll her hips.
You let your head fall back against the pillows, whining as you arch up against her.
Your body goes molten as Layla curls closer to you, nudging your thighs back to spread you wide, and pressing her chest against yours.
"Is that what you needed?" She murmurs.
You nod hurriedly, the confirmation dying on your tongue as she works you over.
Layla presses her face to your neck, sucking and nipping at a spot on your neck that'll be bruised with her effort before long.
Her hips twist and thrust against you, pushing and working the dildo in a way that makes your toes curl.
You whine as she hits a particular spot, the sound high and squeezed out of your throat.
Your body prickles with embarrassment as Layla giggles. You're certain she doesn't mean the sound to be mean, but you're chagrined all the same.
You squirm a little, turning your head from her, and Layla tuts softly.
"Don't pout," She murmurs, "You're being such a good girl for me."
It's a little maddening, the way Layla knows how to hit each of your buttons.
She grins as you turn your head toward her a little, a shy, guarded look on your face.
"You are, aren't you," She murmurs, "My good, sweet girl."
"Mhm."
"Go on," She urges, "Tell me."
"I'm your go-ood—I'm—...I—"
"Say it."
"I'm your—Your good girl," You whimper.
"Yes you are," Layla praises, making you beam with pride.
You suck in a gasp as Layla's thrust switch to short, harsh pumps.
You shiver before you tremulously raise a hand, sucking your fingers between your lips.
Layla watches, entranced, as you slide your slicked fingers out, teasing them between your bodies. You smooth them over one of her nipples before guiding them further down.
You wiggle them past the first strap of the harness, biting your lip. Your focus is torn as you try and manage to get your hand just far enough past the strap to tease Layla's clit.
You grin as she shudders over you, her head bowing forward, dark curls spilling across your shoulder and cheek.
Layla's thrusts become deeper, rolling into you and against your fingers.
She moans against your shoulder, taking a bit of your flesh between her teeth and giving a gentle tug and she tries to quiet her own needy moans.
You hiss softly at the rough sensation, curling and working your fingers in a way you know she'll like.
"Layla," You murmur.
"Yes," She urges, tuning her head and brushing a kiss into your jaw. "Cum for me—Oh, there's my good girl," She coos as your hips twitch and rabbit down against the dildo.
You feel her grind roughly against your fingers, chasing her own orgasm.
The sensation of her grinding against your pruning fingers, still thrusting the dildo roughly into your pussy, makes your thighs quake.
Layla finally slows, pressing kisses to your neck and breasts as you slide your hand from the harness.
Layla smiles as you sink back against the mattress, curling your arms around her shoulders, your legs around hers.
You keep her close, the dildo still resting deeply inside you.
"Enough?" She teases, grinning as you burst out in a giddy giggle.
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sweet creature
pairing: (layla el-faouly x fem!reader)
fandom: moon knight
pronouns: she/her
type: fluff
warning: nothing that I can think of.
word count: 1532
a/n: So I use some words and phrases in Arabic. I don't know Arabic in any way, shape, or form. They are all from google translate or other websites. If I used anything in the wrong way or spelled something wrong, please let me know.
a a/n: ya hayati= my life, ya helo= my beautiful, albi= my love, zawjai= wife/my wife
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You were in love. Like really in love with your girlfriend, Layla.
She was so intelligent, quick-witted, and beautiful.
She took care of her, and you took care of her. No matter what, you were there for each other.
The two of you shared a home in the countryside of London over in Stroud. You were still close to the city, around 20 minutes but far away that all you could hear was the sound of the tall grass rustling in the light wind.
You walked into your home and called her, “Babe, I'm home!”
You didn't hear her response. She could have still been out, but her scooter was in the garage.
“Layla!” you sang in the kitchen, unloading the groceries you bought home from the local market.
You put the flowers you bought in the vase on the kitchen island and filled it up with water.
You creep up the stairs, peeking your head in the rooms and frowning when you don't see her.
When you got to the final room, you smiled when you saw her in bed. It was 5 in the afternoon, and she was still in bed.
You shake your head with a smile and sneak up to her wrapping your arms around her blanket-covered waist.
“Mhmm, hello ya hayati,” she said as she stretched awake.
“Hi, sleepyhead,” you said as you planted lots of kisses on her face, “thought you would be productive today?”
“I was productive; I woke up a little after you left, made breakfast, and went for a jog,” she described her day. As you were looking down at her, she stroked your face.
“Well, I guess it was productive; maybe you can be more productive with me and help with dinner?”
“I'd love to,” she smiled.
Oh, gods, her smile lit up every room she was in. It was the first thing you noticed about her when you met.
You were at a coffee shop in the city working on a deadline. When she walked in, the door rang a bell, and you noticed her. She smiled at the barista. You assumed she was a regular the way they were talking with each other.
Then, she noticed you staring and gave you a small wave.
It was embarrassing that you were staring at her, and she spotted you; you quickly went back to work, and then she stepped in next to you.
“You know,” she started, “it's only polite if you wave back at someone who waves at you.”
You just stared at her, “Oh, sorry, I didn't know if you were waving at me or-”
“You knew I was waving at you. But I'll let it slide because you're cute.”
You almost choked on air.
“What? You seem like you don't get compliments at least a million times a day,” she sat down across from you.
“It's just that I've never met someone so forward,” you finally choked out.
“Well, you should get used to it,” she smirked at you, sipping her coffee, “My name's Layla.”
“I'm Y/N.”
“A beautiful name to match a beautiful girl.”
That was a year ago, and you were so happy that you went into that coffee shop. A lot has happened in a year. You and Layla went on many adventures; you moved in together, quit your job, and got one in the next town in a small bookshop.
Now she and you were in the kitchen making dinner. The music on the record player was just a collection of songs from the ‘60s.
You were laughing as you were stirring the sauce for the spaghetti, and Layla pulled you into a waltz.
“Layla,” you laugh, “The sauce will bubble over.”
“Calm down, ya helo, dance with me. You worry too much,” she kisses you lightly on the lips.
You were dancing and swaying; it was like a dream.
She whispered sweet things that mixed English and Arabic.
You snapped out of your loving haze when you heard sploshing fall onto the floor. You look over and see that the sauce bubbled over.
“Oh, shit,” you say in surprise. She giggles and goes over to help you out.
Then dinner was served. You put the spaghetti and sauce in a bowl and head over to the couch.
The music was still going on in the background, and you could finally settle in.
“So, how was your day?” she asked.
“It was okay. We got a new shipment of books, and I just stocked them up.”
“Very exciting,” she said, putting a spoonful in her mouth.
You took a sip of your wine that Layla so graciously poured, and then you felt eyes on you.
You turn your head and meet Layla's gaze, “What's up babe?” you ask.
“I'm just happy,” she happily sighs.
You blush pink, “Awe, babe, me too.”
You lean in and kiss her.
“Would you be happier if I asked you to marry me?” she quickly and casually said.
Her question takes you by surprise, and you choke on your wine.
You continue coughing and signal Layla to get you some water. She quickly got up and filled a glass, and you drank it all, finally clearing your throat.
She giggles, “I'm sorry, babe. I didn't know my question would almost kill you.”
You say breathlessly, “Sorry, I was just cut off guard by your question. But are you serious?”
“Of course I am. I'm happy and very much in love with you, albi.”
You sit back on the couch, and she nuzzles her nose against yours, making you lose your train of thought.
You kissed her lightly, and she bought you in more.
“So? Is that a yes?” she whispered against your lips.
“Yes,” you whispered, “Yes! Yes! A million times, yes!”
You brought her into a hug, and the two of you were giggling and telling each other how much you loved one another.
“Wait right here!” she said and jumped off the couch, sprinting to her bag by the door.
“Close your eyes!” She says, and you do as you're told.
The couch cushion dips beside you, and something is placed on your lap.
“Okay, open them.”
You look at the small maroon box, and your heart begins to thump as if out of your chest, and you slowly open it.
Resting inside the box is a simple band with small diamonds placed around it.
Written inside the band were the words انا احبك which meant I love you in Arabic.
You look at her and start to tear up. She placed the ring on your finger.
“Okay, now you wait here,” you say, getting up and rushing up the stairs.
Now you being you, you always dreamt of this day with Layla. You knew it was written in the stars that you would marry her.
So one day, you kinda raided her jewelry box, and you found a ring. It was a plain gold band and in it was a saying in Arabic لك إلى الأبد ، دائمًا which means ‘forever yours, always.’
Upon more research, you figured out it was her dad's.
So you took a big risk bed and had it mended for her.
You went bag downstairs, and she was sitting with her legs crossed, and eyes closed, smiling.
You sit next to her and place the bag in her hand.
She opened her eyes and opened the bag. Her eyes were wide.
“So listen, the ring was your dad's. I had it sized to fit your finger and added some other little details. I know I probably should’ve asked you first, but I wanted it to be a surprise, and if you don’t like it, I can always get it back to its original form of glory.”
She was speechless, “I… I love it.”
“Really? Oh, thank the gods! I made sure they kept the inscription on the back, and for the diamond part, I had them do a design of a scarab because your dad would call you little-”
“Scarab.”
“Yeah! And the diamond itself is a ruby. It may or may not have been from one of the tomb raids we did over the summer.”
She looked up at you and kissed you; she practically smashed her face with yours.
Once your lips parted, you put the ring on her finger.
Once the two of you settled down, she put her arm around you, and you sank into her side. Both of you were admiring the rings on your finger, playing with each other's hands.
“You know we could just get married now,” Layla says softly.
“Really? You’d want to just do it? No big fancy wedding?”
“Nah. I mean, who are we going to invite? All we really have is Steven and Marc.”
“and Khonsu,” you chimed.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Oh, don’t forget about Taweret.”
She smiles again, “So zawjati, what do you say?”
“I say let’s go get our best outfits, and on the way, I'll call Steven and Marc, telling them to meet us at Lagaro’s office.”
Both of you speedily get your clothes and get in the car, on your way to getting married.
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Uncertainty
Pairing: Layla El-Faouly x Reader
Genre: Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Fluff
Summary: After Marc disappears Layla moves in with you, deepening your feelings for her. When Marc suddenly comes back you’re left unsure of where you fall with Layla.
Warnings: Reader has anxious thoughts, Reader is gender-neutral, Divorce, A couple uses of Y/N, Reader is a bit jealous and insecure
Word Count: ~2,100
A/N: After the season finale of Moon Knight I just had to write for Layla <3 I hope you enjoy the fic!
Layla and you had been friends for years now but you hadn’t expected her to show up at your door at two am with no warning. Well, you can’t say it was entirely out of the normal, she did occasionally show up to drag you off to random parts of the world. But as you opened your door you were surprised by the tears rolling down her cheeks. Quickly ushering her in and making her some tea you both sat on your couch.
“Layla, what’s wrong?” You asked as you rested one of your hands on her shoulder and stared at her in concern. “Marc, he just- He left me some papers and disappeared,” She choked out through sobs as you frowned. “What papers?” You queried as she looked down at her lap before shutting her eyes. “Divorce papers,” She responded almost too quietly to hear. Immediately you felt rage course through your veins before calming yourself so you could comfort her. “I’m so sorry. He must be stupid if he thinks that’s any way to treat you,” You huffed as you drew circles on her back.
As her sobs picked up, you brought her into a hug and held her tight as she cried. While you held her you let your conflicted emotions stir, you had always had a crush on Layla since you two met but you respected her and Marc’s relationship. Now he had gone and ended it without warning and you couldn’t conceive of why he would possibly leave such a wonderful woman like her. The more you thought about it the more that punching him in the face seemed like a good option.
Over the next few months, Layla moved in with you as she didn’t want to stay in the house she had shared with Marc. She slowly seemed to be moving on but she still searched for where the hell he had run off to. Every time she began her explanation to you about her new information you selfishly hoped she wouldn’t find him. You had come to enjoy the little moments with her.
You thought the way she looked when she was focused on her research was adorable, or how she always left extra breakfast for you in the fridge since she would wake up before you. You knew how she liked her coffee and what her favorite songs were, things you weren’t sure Marc even paid attention to. One thing you wish you could ignore though was how whenever she said his name while there was anger and despair in the way she said it, there was also longing behind it.
And then she found him. Marc had turned his phone back on and picked up her call one night. He apparently had a weird accent but she was able to trace where he was from the call. She had quickly packed and kissed you goodbye on the cheek before disappearing. You sat on your bed with a pint of ice cream as you sadly watched television. As you watched the romance play out in the show you thought about how he might react to seeing her.
Many scenarios ran through your head as you felt yourself go cold at the thought of them getting back together. Of course, the divorce was never finalized since Marc didn’t sign the papers which meant that nothing was really stopping them from picking up where they left off. What would happen to your living situation? Would she move back in with him and continue your friendship like nothing happened? Well technically nothing had happened between you two but in the time she had been here your feelings for her had grown exponentially.
You had even started to notice how she had started looking at you differently, and how her touches seemed to linger a little longer. It was probably your wishful thinking but you had really thought that she might’ve liked you back. But now Marc was back. Getting angry you chucked your spoon across the room as you broke out into a sob. You felt so stupid. Of course, she loved her husband, why would she even consider you? Eventually, you cried yourself to sleep.
When you woke you saw you had a voicemail from Layla. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you opened your phone to listen to it. “Hey, I found him. He claims his name is Steven and he works at a gift shop?” She laughed with no humor. “I don’t know if this is how desperate he is for me to go away or what. But he found the scarab I told you about,” She sighed as you began chewing on your lip as you listened. “I’m gonna try to get to the bottom of this so I may not be home for a bit but I promise I’ll come by when I can. Anyways, call me back,” She explained as you heard the voicemail end.
Shoving your head in your hands you sighed. At least he hadn’t tried to get back together with her but at the same time, you weren’t overly fond of the idea of her spending more time away from home. Instead of moping about it, you decided to get up and start your routine. As you finished up breakfast you decided now was about as good of a time to call her back as any.
Dialing her number you listened to it ring out a couple of times before she picked up. “Hey, Y/N, glad I caught you,” She greeted as you smiled. “Hi, Layla, and yeah me too. I saw your voicemail, sounds like things are going as per usual over there,” You laughed as she chuckled with you. “Yeah, things are crazy as ever,” She agreed as you two settled into a comfortable silence. “So is he still using a fake name?” You asked as she sighed. “Sort of? Turns out Steven isn’t a fake name. He and Marc exist in the same body? I don’t know, it’s kind of confusing,” She explained as you nodded even though she couldn’t see it. “I think I’ve heard of something like that before, Dissociative Identity Disorder I think?” You replied as she hummed in response. “Huh, I’ll have to look into it. Anyways I think I should be dropping by the house for a night or two before I head to Cairo,” She said as you scrunched your face up in confusion.
“Cairo?” You asked. “Yeah, Marc ended up disappearing off to Cairo and I need to pick up a few things before I follow him,” She replied as you frowned from hearing his name. “Okay well, hopefully, you won’t be so busy that we can’t watch a movie together,” You added as she hummed. “Of course, I can definitely make time for you,” She responded as you lit up. “Okay, great!” You exclaimed as she laughed. “You always get so happy over movie night, it’s cute. Anyways I need to get going, I’ll call you later, okay?” She asked as you flushed a little. “Yeah, keep me up to date!” You replied. “Will do,” She said before hanging up the call.
Shortly after she had gotten home. You hadn’t seen much of her since she got back as she spent most of it in her room, but as the sun went down you headed up to her room. Knocking on her door, you watched as she opened it and smiled at you, “Yeah?” “Movie night time?” You asked as she nodded. “Of course, I’ll be there in a minute. You get the snacks and movie ready,” She replied as you beamed back at her. “Okay!”
You were snuggled up in a blanket on the couch when she sat next to you. “Mind sharing?” She asked as she pointed at the blanket before you shook your head. She scooched herself closer to you before pulling the blanket over her too. As the movie began you leaned your head on her shoulder and took in her scent. It had been a while since you had smelled her signature perfume. Sighing into her you felt her gently put her arm around you as you two continued the movie.
As the credits rolled you two began chatting about the movie before you realized that your gaze kept dropping to her lips before you would quickly look back up. This continued a few times until you both settled into a comfortable silence as you felt tension hang in the air. When you turned your gaze back to her eyes you noticed how her pupils were dilated and she definitely wasn’t looking at your eyes. Feeling your confidence grow you placed one of your hands on her cheek as she leaned into it.
You moved yourself to straddle her as she looked up at you with an adoring gaze. Leaning in you barely brushed your lips against hers before pulling back with a questioning look. She rolled her eyes as one of her hands snaked up to your neck and pulled you back into her. As your lips met the kiss started out tentative before she frenziedly deepened the kiss. She snaked her hand into your hair and you felt her other hand rest on your waist. As you continued to make out she brought her hand up under your shirt as she squeezed her grip on you.
Parting for air you rested your forehead against hers as you both panted before she began placing kisses on your jaw. She continued by trailing them down your throat before sucking and biting gently to leave a mark. Once satisfied she kissed you again and again until you both got tired and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
When you woke up, you reached for her warmth before realizing she wasn’t there. You looked around to see if she was in the kitchen but found nothing. Looking at your phone you found a text from her, “Hey, sorry for leaving so suddenly but my flight was pretty early. I should be back home in about a week.” You sighed before your anxieties kicked in. What if she left early because she regretted what happened last night? What if that was just a one-time thing? Shaking yourself out of it you tried to go about your day without thinking about it.
You did not succeed. As the week continued you felt yourself getting more and more anxious up until the night she was supposed to get back. She had texted you earlier to say she would be home by seven but when you glanced at the clock it read 9:14 pm. Turning to the movie you had on you tried to focus on that to pass the time but your thoughts kept turning to worse case scenarios.
That is until you heard someone unlocking the front door. When you turned you saw Layla carrying her luggage through the doorway. “I’m back! I tried to text you that my flight got delayed but the reception in the airport was shit. Anyways-” She started explaining before you cut her off with a crushing hug. “Hey there,” She chuckled as she returned your hug and you buried your head into her chest. “I’m so glad you’re back,” You exclaimed as she rubbed your back. “Miss me, huh?” She teased as you pulled back and averted your gaze. “Something like that,” You laughed nervously before you felt her hand tilt your chin towards her.
“Were you worried? You know that I can handle myself,” She said with concern as you met her gaze. “It’s not that,” You replied as she tilted her head urging you to continue. “I don’t know, I just thought maybe you left so quickly because you didn’t mean to kiss me and you regretted it, and maybe you wanted to be with Marc. I mean he is your husband,” You rambled before she cut you off. “Ex-husband,” She said seriously as you widened your eyes in surprise. “You mean?” You asked as she nodded. “Once we finished up our mission I got him to sign the papers. We agreed to stay friends but I realized in his time away that someone else was more deserving of my time and love,” She explained as her gaze turned soft.
“Y/n, I love you, and I was a fool for not realizing it earlier,” She continued as your heart melted and her hand slid up to your cheek. “I love you too Layla,” You beamed as she smiled back at you before pulling you in and giving you an emotionally charged kiss. As you parted you touched your lips and smiled at her before she gave you a forehead kiss. “Now that we’ve cleared that up, do you mind helping me with my bags?” She asked as you suddenly remembered where you were. “Right! Yeah, I can help!” You exclaimed as she chuckled lovingly at you.
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🫂⚡️ + Layla
Calm during the storm
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Layla El-Faouly x Reader
Word count: 400
Summary: A thunderstorm brings back bad memories for reader. Layla is there to comfort them.
Author's note: Sorry that this is so short. Also I guess this can be taken as both romantically and platonically, although they do share a bed for plot reasons.
It was the sound of thunder that woke you in the middle of the night. You had always hated storms, even as a child. Now, they brought back bad memories. You wrapped yourself tighter in your blanket. The storm wouldn’t last long, you told yourself. It would all be over soon. You could feel tears streaming down your face and quickly wiped them away. It’s pathetic to cry over something so silly, you thought.
A light switched on, but it wasn’t your doing. You felt a hand softly touch your shoulder.
“Y/n?”
You rolled over to see Layla staring at you. She had a concerned look on her face. You wondered if it was you or the storm that had woken her.
“Y/n, are you alright?” she whispered.
You nodded. “Yes, I’m fine,” you lied.
Layla shook her head. “No, you’re not. I can tell.” She sat up straight and motioned for you to do the same. “Come here,” she said, as she pulled you into a tight hug.
You returned her embrace just as warmly, your arms wrapped around her neck. You buried your face in her hair. It smelled nice, you noted, the scent was so typically Layla. You could feel her hands on your back, moving in soothing circles. The storm still raging outside was all but forgotten as you clung to her for comfort. You wondered what you had done, which gods you must have pleased, to deserve someone as caring as Layla in your life.
After a couple minutes, you let her go. Layla took your face in her hands, unable to part with you completely just yet.
“Do you want to tell me about it?” she asked softly with an encouraging smile on her face. You didn’t really talk about your past with her and she seemed to have accepted that, but you knew that in moments like this she wished she could understand.
You shook your head. “Maybe someday, but not today.” You weren’t ready yet.
Layla nodded. Then, her smile grew bigger. “Do you hear that?”
You listened, but there was only silence, meaning that the storm was over. “We should go back to sleep,” you suggested. You had suddenly realized how tired you actually were.
As the two of you settled back under the covers, you wrapped your arms around Layla. You listened to her breathe as you drifted off to sleep.
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Now taking fanfic requests!
Yay submit them!!! >;))))
Rules!
Can be smut No dark themes though
Fluff angst ect are all welcomed!
Can also be Platonic/sibling dynamics :DD
No female readers
characters must be apart of the list
Characters!
DC!
Paul Dano! Riddler
Robert Pattinson! Batman
zoe kravitz! Catwoman
Adrian Chase
Marvel!
Wanda Maximoff
Peter Parker (all 3!)
Steve Rogers
Dr Stephen Strange
All the mooknight boys!
layla el-faouly
Pietro Maximoff
Thor
Loki
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Frank Castle
Matt Murdock
Natasha Romanoff
Yelena Belova
Kate Bishop
Jessica Jones
Stranger things!
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
Jonathon Byers
List will be updated as I get into fandoms/remember characters!
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Hi Hi friends! :)
I'm not new here nor am I new to writing but I am new to writing on a public platform! Here are some people I will write for (please read my rules that are listed under this before requesting anything!):
The Last of Us (Part 1 & 2)
Joel Miller (fluff, smut, platonic)
Jesse (fluff, smut, platonic)
Ellie Williams (18+ only Ellie, don't be a weirdo) (fluff, platonic, allusions to smut but nothing graphic)
Red Dead Redemption 2
Arthur Morgan (fluff, smut, platonic)
Lenny Summers (fluff, platonic, allusions to smut)
John Marston (fluff, smut, platonic)
Dutch Van Der Linde (fluff, platonic, allusions to smut)
Charles Smith (fluff, smut, platonic)
Resident Evil Village
Karl Heisenberg (fluff, smut, platonic)
Chris Redfield (fluff, smut, platonic)
Moon Knight
Layla El-Faouly (fluff, smut, platonic)
The Mandalorian
Din Djarin (fluff, smut, platonic)
RULES
When requesting smut, be 18 and over. I will not take smut requests from anyone who does not have their age in their bio. I will likely not do smut requests from anons either for this reason, sorry in advance <;3
As listed above, 18+ for smut requests. I will only be taking smut requests for a handful of the above characters as some of them are easier to write for than others. Fluff, however, is open to all characters listed above.
Please be specific when requesting. I don't want to write something you don't enjoy because I misinterpreted your request
Absolutely no dubcon, noncon/rape elements, incest, proshipping, etc. of any kind when requesting smut. No dark themes or affair requests of any kind. Everyone in these stories is assumed to be single at the time of interaction x
AU requests are welcome! Just no cross-overs.
I will only be communicating through asks so feel free to send anything there any time but please only like once or twice per day. I'm currently in college so it'll take me a while to get to requests! I will do my best to get things out when I can :)
Hate of any kind will not be tolerated on my page. You will be blocked and/or reported x. Also, please do not repost my stuff anywhere unless you ask first, thank you!
Characters I will write smut for:
Joel Miller
Jesse
Arthur Morgan
Charles Smith
John Marston
Karl Heisenberg
Chris Redfield
Layla El-Faouly
Din Djarin
Characters I'm not writing smut for & why:
Ellie Williams - listen I get it, she's adorable in part 2! I'd just prefer not to write smut about her. It's hard to put myself in that mindset to even think about her in that way. (I will write things that allude to smut but absolutely nothing graphic. It's hard to put myself in that mindset for Ellie - sorry friends.)
Lenny Summers - I love Lenny, he's so cute! I actually can't picture Lenny being sexual in like any way. I know he's in a gang and literally kills/has killed people but like...I don't know I just can't lol. I will write LOADS of fluff and things that allude to smut but nothing graphic for him.
Dutch Van Der Linde - listen I KNOW! I know he's hot, okay?? I'd just rather not write smut about him, I'm sorry <;/3. He just feels too much like he'd be my father :|. Allusions to smut are fine though! Just nothing graphic for Dutch either.
Please feel free to request other people and ask if I am comfortable writing for them :) I forget sometimes. If you have any questions regarding the rules, feel free to ask those as well! And if you're still confused as to why I won't write smut for Ellie, Lenny, or Dutch, again feel free to ask! I will happily answer any questions anyone has!!! BUT, I want to make it abundantly clear that I will NOT be writing for Micah Bell under ANYYY circumstances. OR Bill.
Okay now that that's all out of the way, I look forward to your requests and I'm really sorry this is so long! I have an AO3 as well that I will be cross-posting on that I will link my masterlist once I make one!! Anyone that has any series ideas or requests are also welcome! Anyways, thanks for reading! :)
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Layla El-Faouly x Reader x Marc Spector
Where are the Layla El-Faouly x Reader x Marc Spector fics? My bi-heart needs this!
Just the idea of being taken care of Layla and Marc, treasured and protected has me feeling soft 🥺. They’d love to make you mindless and desperate for their touch, working in concert to take you apart piece by piece.
Then imagine being the one to give them a sense of normality and domestic comfort. Patching them up after each crazy mission and offering them a physical and emotional refuge.
My inbox is open if anyone has ideas/requests for this.
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Hiii! Can you please write an Layla el faouly x reader which one night the reader shows up at their Layla's house beaten up badly (the reader is a vigilant) which Layla starts badly freaking out when she sees them. Layla manages to calm down herself a bit as she starts patching up the reader. As Layla patches them up, she angrily tells them how worried she was and that she thought she was dead and what the hell is she supposed to do without them. The reader sees that Layla was starting to tear up, so they quickly brought her into a passionate kiss. Things get a bit smutty but it quickly ends as the reader let's a groan from pain. And so Layla decides it's not the time so she gets in bed with the reader and the reader tells them that they'll promise to be more careful from now on.
(Im really sorry that my request is so long and the reader can be any gender you like 😊😅
I LOVE THIS REQUEST! It is nice to write for someone different than Kingo and Druig because I feel like I repeat myself all the time (I love writing for them obviously but this change-up is very nice) Thank you for your request. ALSO THERE IS NOT NEARLY ENOUGH LAYLA FICS!!!
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI No full on smut things just get a little heated. Mentions of blood and injuries, talk about death, strong language but also fluff
I can't lose you! (Layla El Faouly x Reader)
You groaned as you made your way across the street, holding your side. You were sure you left a trail of little blood patches on your way. It was probably a bad idea to take on 7 guys on your own. But it is what it is now. After all this is your job. A little blood is part of it. Only this time it wasn't just a little.
Finally, you could see your girlfriend's apartment complex. You probably shouldn't bother her with this. But she knew how to patch you up and your apartment was too far at the moment.
Finally inside and in front of her door, you knocked and waited. Leaning on the wall across the door. Taking your hand off of the side of your body you saw how bloody your hand was. Wincing in pain you looked up as you heard the door unlocking and opening.
You gave Layla a weak smile as you heard her take a sharp intake of breath. You probably looked worse than you thought. You limped over to her to give her a small kiss as a greeting but she pulled her head back. Yep you were in deep shit now. This is worse than what the guys you just killed did to you.
She stepped aside to let you in which you did. Without a word, she closed the door and got the first aid kid. You slumped onto a chair groaning a little. Finally taking a look at your stab wound you also let out a gasp. It was deeper than you thought.
Layla came back and sat down across from you. You gave her a weak smile, which she didn't return. She got everything out and you carefully took off your shirt so she could take care of this wound first. Her frown deepened as she saw the many bruises littering your body. She begins cleaning the wound, as carefully as she could, but it still hurts like a bitch.
When she was done she moved to the wounds on your face. Your lip was split open and you had a cut above your left eyebrow and you were pretty sure there was a giant bruise forming on the right side of your face up to your eye as well. As she was cleaning up the cut you tried to lighten the mood a little "You should see the other guys." A weak smile accompanied your sentence. She gave you a stern look.
"You think this is funny?" Her voice as sharp as ever. When you didn't answer her she continued.
"You think it is fun to patch you up in the middle of the night because you have been stupidly reckless again? Because you need to prove that you are a hero or some shit? Have you ever thought about how I feel about this? How worried I am every time you come here with new wounds all over your body? What if one day you just overestimate yourself and get yourself killed huh? Bleeding out in some dark alley! Have you ever thought about that?!" She gave you an angry look and you had to look away while you shook your head no.
She scoffed. "Of course, you haven't. Fuck you drive me so mad!"
She continued cleaning your wounds and you could feel her calming down a little. But you could also see the tears that she desperately tried to blink away, forming in her eyes. You carefully brought a hand up to her face, cupping her cheek. She looked at you with sad brown eyes and you felt even worse. In a weak attempt, you kissed her, hoping that she could feel how sorry you are. You ignored the stinging of your lips. She could probably still taste the blood on them. You pressed her close to you and she finally gave in returning your kiss. You gave a soft sigh of relief and started to softly nipple at her lips. You were determined to make it up to Layla. And by how she was reacting you knew she was ok with that. As you two slowly stood up, you made your way over to the bedroom. Never breaking the kiss for more than a few seconds. At some point, Layla also discarded her Shirt and your hands were roaming her body. Her skin is ever so soft making you long for her even more.
Finally reaching the bedroom she softly pushed you onto it, which wasn't a good idea and it made you groan in pain. Clearly, you two have forgotten that you probably had some bruised ribs as well. The look in her eyes changed immediately and you gave her a sheepish smile.
"I think my apology has to wait for a little."
She just nodded. You scooted a little higher on the bed, taking off your pants, with Layla's help thankfully. She put on her sleeping shirt again and crawled into bed beside you. Carefully she pulled you into her side. You took in her smell that never seems to cease to calm you down.
"You really need to be more careful..."
"I know... And I promise you I will. I don't want you to worry about me."
"I always worry about you silly. I mean you are a force to be reckoned with, I know that, but seeing you all beaten up I -... It just doesn't sit right with me. I don't wanna lose you like I lost my father you know?"
"I understand. I am really sorry I made you worried like that. You know that is never my intention. I just... I wanna help people. And these idiots deserved the beating that they've got from me."
"Just promise me to be more careful next time ok?"
"I promise." And you really meant it. You looked up at her and you saw that she was already looking at you. You leaned up and gave her a soft kiss. "I love you."
She gave you one of her perfect smiles, that melted your heart every time. "I love you too. Now you need some sleep. Doctors order."
You giggled at that. "You know you are not that kind of doctor right?"
"Did I patch you up or not?"
"Alright alright, Dr. Layla. But I think I need another kiss don't you think? To make me feel better?"
She rolled her eyes at that grinning softly. She placed another soft kiss on your lips. The fact that your lip stung every time her lips met yours was definitely worth it.
"Now off to sleep with you." She nudged your nose gently with hers.
"Yes Ma'am" you hummed and gave her another soft peck.
"Careful little mouse, don't start what you can't finish." You grinned a little.
"Who says I can't finish?" But she gently and carefully brushed over the bruise on your ribs making you wince, and she just raised an eyebrow in triumph and a little worry in her eyes. You sigh in defeat still smiling softly.
"I will make it up to you. But not today." A yawn left your mouth and you snuggled close to her, your head in the crook of her neck, her head now atop yours. Finally, the exhaustion took over and you fell into a deep sleep, knowing you were safe with Layla next to you.
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anyway not to be dramatic but Layla El-Faouly could absolutely ruin me with a strap
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rising sun {pt.2}
fandom: moon knight
fic summary: Y/N returns home while being on hiatus. She is employed at the museum and meets a gift shopist with a past he knew nothing about.
chapter summary: Y/N speaks to her sister and has a good heart to heart, and then she has a job interview despite her goddess's protests.
pronouns: she/her
warning: just some arguing
word count: 1131
a/n: the Arabic I got from google translate, so if it's wrong, please let me know!
date:
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Doing this over the phone probably isn't the best thing to do, so you hail a taxi and tell them where to take you.
Once they dropped you off, you just stood at the foot of the stairs leading to her door. You left unexpectedly and haven't called her since.
You were pacing and pacing; you stopped in your tracks when you heard her voice.
“Y/N?”
You turn and face her, you smile at her, but behind it is worry, “Layla. How you doin’ sis?”
You stared at each other, which felt like an eternity, and then she hurriedly went down the steps and hugged you tight against her.
It was all familiar. It was home.
She let you go and put her hands on the side of your face, almost examining you, and then her sweet demeanor changed, and anger spread across it.
“Madha bihaqi aljahimi! 'Ayn kinti? Laqad dhahabt limudat eam wahda! Lam tukalif nafsak eana' alaitisal bi? 'Ana aietaqadt 'anak myt!” Layla yelled at you in Arabic.
‘What the hell! Where have you been? You've been gone for one year! You didn't even bother to call me? I thought you were dead!’
“Good to see you too, sis.”
She gives you a deadly stare.
“Okay, I'm sorry, I really am. I just didn't know what to do. With everything that happened, I just I-”
“What exactly happened, Y/N? After I heard what happened, I thought you were dead,” she started to get teary.
“Layla, I don't know what happened. I really don't. I think I blocked it out. I don't know what's wrong with me. Im sorry- im-,” you started to hyperventilate.
She held you tightly again. You felt yourself calming down.
“Hey, hey,” she cooed, “it's alright, you're home now. Why don't we go inside, and I'll make some tea.”
You sat on the couch, and she went into the kitchen. You look at the living room corner and see Bastet standing there.
She was staring at you.
“We have to get going. I let you see her; now we must go.”
“This is the first time I've seen her in a year. You wouldn't let me contact her. I think I deserve a day with my sister.”
She gave you a look that was full of disappointment. Even though her face was just a cat's mask, you knew the underlying expression on her face.
You broke your stare with the goddess when your sister walked in with a cup.
“Hope your tea preference did change while away,” she says, handing you the cup.
You thank her with a smile and take a sip.
“So, where have you been for a year?”
“New York.”
“Wow, how was that? See all the sights?”
“Not exactly,” you sighed.
There was another silence.
“So now that you're home, do you have a plan?” Layla asked.
“Um, well, I have a meeting with the museum director. She said I was always welcome back if I wanted a job.”
“That's good. What about housing?”
You give her a sweet look.
Annoyed, she sighed, “I guess you can stay with me.”
You exclaimed with happiness.
“But not forever. You need to get your place.”
You nod and finish your tea.
You put your cup in the sink, and she was getting her stuff together, “Listen, I have to go do something here. Here is a spare key; let me know when you get to your meeting, okay?”
You nod and take her key, and she leaves. You were alone, kind of. Bastet made herself known, “Y/N, we must go.”
You go upstairs to the room where you were staying and begin to look at the photos in the room. Lots were of your parents and you and Layla.
You grab your bag and lock up the door. You put some headphones on to drown Bast out, but it never worked. It would just muffle her.
“Y/N, you're going the wrong way! We need to be going the other way!” Bast growled.
“I'm going to the museum. I'm not listening to you!”
She tried to force herself to front, and your eyes were rolling back, but you fought against her and stopped in your tracks staring at her dead in her soulless eyes.
“I'm not your puppet! Leave me alone!” you turned the volume up on your headphones and continued on your path to the museum.
You finally got there, and it was like a wave of nostalgia came over you. You spent your entire life in museums. You were staring at the giant statue of Isis when a man came up beside you; both of you were admiring the stature.
The man was mumbling something; you looked over at him and took your headphones out.
“Sorry, what?” you asked.
“Oh, I was just saying how beautiful she was.”
“Oh yeah,” you smiled; you examined his face. It was familiar, but you brushed past it, “I wonder what she's like.”
“Probably very knowledgeable and kind,” he inputs.
You nodded and noticed he was wearing a name tag indicating he worked here.
“Steven?”
He looked at you, confused, “How did you-?”
You tapped on your chest, and he forgot he had his badge on.
You giggled at him; he was cute, “I wondered if you could point me to Donna Kraft's office. I have a meeting with her.”
“Oh yeah, sure, of course. If you didn't mind my asking, what are you meeting her for?”
“Oh, it's for a job as a curator.”
“Really?”
“Yup,” you say with a smile, and both walk to her office.
The two of you stop at her door just looking at each other, and then the moment is interrupted by Donna opening her door.
“Stevie. Stop bothering Miss L/N. Now go back to your job at the gift show,” she said sternly but gave you a friendly smile.
“It's Steven, actually,” he mumbled and walked away.
You felt bad that he was speaking it that way, “Thank you for walking me, Steven.”
A smile crept back upon his face.
You sat in her office and talked about regular interview things, and by the end of it, Donna hired you.
You walked out of the office and then went to the gift shop.
“Hello,” you said happily.
His head rose, and a slight pinkness to his cheeks said, “H-hello! How was the interview?”
“Perfect! I got the job. So be ready to see more of me,” you chuckled, looking at the cute stuffed animals of the goddess Taweret and putting them on the table for him to ring up.
He smiled and scanned the animal.
“So now that you work here, you get the 10% employee discount.”
“Thank you. So, do you work tomorrow morning?” you ask.
He was caught off guard by the question, “Uh, yeah, why?”
“Well, I’m starting tomorrow and wanted to know your coffee order. Or is it tea? You look more like a tea kind of guy.”
He gave a dry chuckle, “Oh um, I like tea, mostly green tea, but any tea will do.”
“Perfect. I will see you tomorrow morning with green tea,” you say, smiling and walking away.
“W-wait! I didn't get your name,” he called after you.
“Y/N!” You called back.
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not him
summary: you’ve been steven’s best friend for a while and have had a crush on him as long as you’ve known him. unfortunately, his eyes are on layla, his alter’s wife. let's just say, you’re not the only one put off by this. this is a story of how you and marc bond over your sorrows.
pairing: marc spector x reader
rating: angst
warning: drunk kiss, one-sided pining, (kinda) cheating, angst, feelings (?)
w/c: 2.7k
a/n: sometimes you just need to feel needed
part two
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Steven is the type of guy who has no idea what to do with his hands. But when it comes to you, he’s all hands on deck. He’s touchy and you think it’s partially because he’s touch-starved.
And you are too, but in a different way.
Where he craves for touch, you simply cannot process the feeling. It’s foreign. Overwhelming. You’re just not used to it.
But you pull through it because you like him.
And he has no idea.
Steven Grant, the most clueless man in London, gently grasps your hand like you’re not about to keel over from the mere presence of him. You never imagined yourself harboring a massive crush on your best friend, but it’s happened. Or, it’s been happening.
Steven sees you as a safe and reliable friend – one that wouldn’t get the wrong idea if he were to cuddle behind you or play with your hair. And he’s right, in a way. You do understand exactly what his intentions are. And that is nothing.
You’re one to never get your hopes up. Preferring to expect the worst so you’re never disappointed in the end. So you’re fine just being there for him because you’d rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.
He’s adorable really. At first glance you may think he’s a quiet bookworm, looking for a nice spot against the wall to live out the rest of his days, but really, if you give him a chance, he’ll talk for hours. And you’ll listen.
He has a higher-pitched voice than you might’ve expected. His British lit takes it up a notch and you think it’s endearing. He can go on and on about different Egyptian mythological stories, telling each one with details that you swear can only be known by those who were actually there experiencing them.
His eyes light up with a sparkle of his own that you crave to see whenever he’s around. It’s that type of look that spreads his passion and curiosity to whoever's around. You’ve never experienced passion like that until you met him.
And you want more. You’ll always want more. But…it’s too late.
Steven is taken. No – actually he’s married. Well, let’s take a couple of steps back, he’s actually two guys: Steven and Marc.
Marc, the American pessimist, is actually married to a woman named Layla and has been for years now. He just decided to show himself out of the blue one day and now he’s part of Steven. Or he always was a part of Steven, just a hidden one.
Steven, the romantic he is, quickly clicked with Layla and has been chasing after her like a love-sick puppy ever since. And much to Marc’s displeasure, he’s formed a bond with her.
“...And we kissed, can you believe it?” There’s that sparkle again. “I swear to you, she has the softest, most wonderful lips.” He drones on and on about Layla and you can tell it’s all genuine and innocent, which makes it so much worse. “She’s strong and brave, and possibly the most brilliant woman I’ve ever met.”
She’s…perfect.
The back of your neck prickles with heat as he continues, “I know I’ve only known her for a couple of months, but I think – no, I know that I love her.” There’s a tingle at the back of your throat that tightens at his words, threatening to burn your eyes with tears if you’re not careful. You swallow it back, jaw clenched to control yourself.
After a moment, his warm brown eyes bore deeply into yours, thumb rubbing soft circles on the back of your hand. You force a small smile at him, holding back the urge to pull your hands away from his. “That’s great, Steven. I’m so happy for you.”
You’ve never been so jealous.
—
Turns out you weren’t the only one unhappy with the news. Apparently, Marc punched Steven in the jaw when it happened (meaning he technically punched himself), telling him to stay away from his wife, but, of course, that didn’t stop Steven and Layla from seeing each other after.
So that’s how you formed an unexpected friendship with Steven’s other half. It’s nothing like Steven and Layla, you are simply just friends. Disgruntled friends at that. Drinking buddies if you want to be more accurate.
You’ve shared a case of beer with Marc countless times. Steven sleeps early so as soon as 10 pm rolls around, you’re stuck with Marc. Well ‘stuck’ is a bit harsh, but being that Steven is your preferred company at any time of the day, it’s true.
But you’ll admit, it’s not that bad.
He actually talks to you, sometimes. You were surprised the first time you got him to open up about how he and Layla were married, but separated. Apparently, being the righteous man he is, he suddenly made the executive decision to move away for her safety, worrying that his work as an avatar could put her in imminent danger. No wonder Layla was less than jazzed to find out about his life in London.
You knew a little bit about Marc and the Egyptian god, Konshu, but because it has never really directly affected your life, you’ve never fully believed it. The random bouts when Steven has disappeared, however, have been worrying, but Marc filled in the gaps pretty well while making sure to refrain from sharing any sensitive information. You realize Marc probably doesn’t have many friends he can trust with any information at all, so you’re willing to stay and listen like you would for Steven. And it’s fine. You’re content with the dynamic.
Marc is just different. More serious, less…gentle.
But don’t get it wrong, Marc can be enjoyable, even funny sometimes. Sometimes. He has this dry sense of humor that you never expected from him and sometimes it feels like he’s actually engaging in conversation instead of him talking at you. And when he’s in a really good mood, he even flirts with you for the hell of it. You never take it seriously, but that is something Steven doesn’t like – and he hasn’t even seen the half of it. You brush it off, believing Steven is just being protective while Marc instigates as much as possible to get back at him.
Tonight is one of those good nights. It started normally: Steven went to bed, Marc got out of bed, and you’re now letting old episodes of a sitcom run in the background as you trade stories about the horrible drivers you’ve encountered in the past.
“ – Then the guy stops in the middle of the road, green light, and everything, and opens his trunk because he wanted to change his shirt!”
Marc’s eyebrows are high on his head as he listens animatedly. “Right there?” His hand is wrapped around a sweating bottle of beer that’s half-drained already. He’s on his fifth, you’re on your third. It’s one of the heavier nights, but neither one of you mentions anything.
“Yes! Right there!” You smile against the mouth of your bottle at the sound of his deep chuckle. It’s so different from Steven’s, but you still enjoy hearing it. Maybe even strive to hear it. You take a deep swallow of your drink then set it down on the crowded coffee table. It’s littered with books, bottles, and a few remotes for various parts of the tv.
“Did you drive around him?”
“No, he was taking up two lanes with his crooked-ass park job! Oh my god, people were so pissed, honking and yelling at the guy – He didn’t even care!” You like him like this, light and open, like everything in his past has evaporated off his shoulders. You can see prominent smile lines at the corner of his eyes as he laughs at the story. Sometimes you wonder who put them there. Steven or Marc. Or was it a joint effort?
The energy in the room dies down as you close the story, but it doesn’t bother you. You just wait for him to continue the conversation, to do his part. That’s how this works: you speak, then he speaks, then you go again.
But he doesn’t, not this time.
You look at him, expecting a dumb question or controversial take on something like usual, but he just stares right back, eyes half-lidded. You’ve never seen that look before.
There’s never any real silence when you and Marc hang out – and even when there is, there really isn’t. That’s why the TV is always on, so you never have space to think. Like really think. It’s like having music play as you eat dinner: the noise plays over the sounds of obnoxious chewing and utensils scraping against plates.
You need that sound. Without it, you wouldn’t be able to sit here next to him. But sometimes it’s not enough. This time it’s not enough.
This silence feels different, even as the muffled voice of the TV drones in the background. It’s unnerving and it settles around you, like fine dust over furniture.
“Is that a new shirt or somethin’?” He sits up slightly against the arm of the couch, eyes sweeping over your body, “I swear, I’ve never seen your cleavage from this angle before.”
“Marc!” You cross your arms over your chest, “Stop looking you perv!” Your face blooms with heat, though it’s already quite warm from the alcohol you’ve been drinking. He has a teasing grin on his face, but his eyes convey something else.
“Mhm…You wore that for Stevey didn’t you?” His words come out in loops, slurred slightly from the drinking challenge you had earlier in the evening.
“And?” Your ears burn as you confirm his suspicions, “What if I did?”
One of his eyebrows lifts in amusement, “You know he’s in love with my wife, don’t you?”
You frown at him, “Yes, Marc. I’m aware.” Your hand reaches for your bottle of beer if only to have something to look at other than those familiar eyes of his. The label is starting to rub off from the perspiration on the glass.
“Then why do you keep trying?” You feel exasperated. Why do you keep trying? You know Steven’s feelings and intentions, and none of them relate to you. You’re his best friend and he’s…well, he’s taken. You’ve never wanted to risk losing your friendship with him, but at the same time, you’ve never lost hope.
“I… don’t know.” Your skin itches. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. Usually, you and Marc would spend a few hours taking turns talking about nothing then you’d call an Uber home and see Steven in the morning.
“Well…He’s an idiot.”
“What –”
Marc sits up, body almost leaning into your space, “Steven has no idea what’s right in front of him.”
“Marc,”
A hand catches yours and you’re thrown back to that day when Steven told you his feelings for Layla.
You are sitting in the exact same position on the couch as that day: you and him, hand in hand and face to face. But this is different. This time Steven’s mouth is telling you exactly what you want to hear.
“You’re beautiful.” But it’s not him.
Marc’s gaze searches your face for a reaction, but all you can do is stare back and look into those soft brown eyes. They have that sparkle. The same look you’ve longed to be directed at you since you met Steven.
You almost give in to that look, wanting to soak in the eagerness flashing in his eyes, but you don’t. You try to take your hands from his hold but he pulls you closer instead. His face is barely a few inches away from yours.
“We shouldn’t…” Your voice is low in a mere whisper. Like you’re sharing a secret.
He smells like him, and he should, you suppose, but it’s still odd to think about how Steven and Marc share a body while being completely different people.
His eyes are different though. His brows sit lower, almost grazing against his dark lashes, infinitely more intense than Steven’s curious look. He’s more alert, or at least, less tired than Steven. And somehow, Steven’s sleepless eye bags disappear when Marc takes control.
But he also looks at you differently. At first, he didn’t look at you at all. He was standoffish, uninterested, and unimpressed. But now, his eyes bore into you and pin you in place. He’s more than looking at you, he’s devouring you. And you like it.
“We shouldn’t…” He echoes your words almost like he’s agreeing, but his eyes flit down to your parted lips directly contradicting your shared sentiment. “But I want to.”
“I-...” He follows your tongue as it pokes out and wets your lower lip nervously, his eyes are nearly glazed over with desire. His hand cups your jaw gently and he slowly tilts your face to look at him. You lean into his touch, craving the feeling of his calloused skin against yours.
Your eyes flutter closed as he leans in, but the kiss never comes.
Instead, a soft sigh brushes your mouth as he holds you close, barely a few centimeters from meeting your lips.
He whispers low with his eyes trained on your parted lips, voice strained with desperation and need, “Please…let me kiss you, sweetheart.” He sounds so broken, yet so sure of this. Like he’s been waiting for this his whole life. You let out a small whimper at his words, unable to hold in how much you want him. His forehead rests against yours, “Tell me you need it as much as I do.”
You attempt to push against him, to capture his lips with yours, but he doesn’t let you. His hand keeps you just far enough to keep you from what you want. “Please.” You beg. Rather than giving in, he parts even further from you and you’re met with that hungry look of his once more.
“Say it.” He sounds so serious, his voice low and rough, but you can tell he wants it as much as you do. He needs this. He needs to hear it.
“I-I want it.” Your hands come up to cradle his face, “I want you to kiss me, Marc Spector. I need you.” The last word is barely audible as you crowd closer to him, nose nudging against his as you lean in.
You feel yourself melt against him as his lips meet yours, warm, soft, and bitter from the beer. There’s an unexplainable feeling that zips up your spine when he kisses you back, hungrily moving his mouth against yours.
You didn’t know a kiss could feel this good.
There’s a push and pull as you move against each other. As the kiss deepens with desire it’s abated by a softened touch as light as a whisper. You love the small sighs he lets out when you sweetly pull back, letting him chase your lips for softer, more playful nips. And then the deeper sounds when you’re flush against him, eagerly drinking him in.
By now, you’ve been pulled onto his lap, legs straddling comfortably over his. His chest rumbles with a groan as your tongue brushes against his, desperately taking in his intoxicating taste. You lean further into him, needing to feel his body against yours.
Your hands drift from his jaw into the soft curls of his hair, tugging gently at the ends, if only to hear that breathless groan of his once more. His hands wrap around your waist and drop to squeeze at your hips, holding you closer as if you aren’t already fully against him.
At some point, you have to break the kiss, if only for a second of air. You look at each other breathing heavily, wrapped around one another, unwilling to part any further.
Silence hangs in the air, but it’s light. Barely even there.
You look at him, and he looks right back, lips swollen with love, or at least the adjacent.
You let out a breath, more like a sigh of relief, when you see it: that sparkle. It’s still there.
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