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thirstworldproblemss · 9 months

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Favorite moon Knight fics??

Fav Moon Knight Fics you say....?

It's possible I might have a few so freakin' many, 'nonny, you don't even know...

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— MK System x Reader — .

B-Roll by @heybluechild [ Marc x F reader, 2.2k, E, oneshot ] Summary: You and Marc make a sex tape. (smut, humor)

Chocolate by @bits-and-babs [ Steven x F reader, 6.1k, E, oneshot ] Summary: After weeks of pining for your coworker Steven Grant, sharing chocolate over a late shift causes sparks to fly. (pining, soft smut)

Disaster [ao3] by @softlyspector [ Marc-centric MK system x F reader, 6k, T, oneshot ] Summary: Marc's mental health takes a turn for the worse when you give him some news. After chasing him to Chicago, you, Steven, and Jake are left to pick up the pieces. (heavy angst--mind the warnings!, angst with a hopeful ending)

The First Time by @youvebeenlivingfictional [ Marc x F reader, 3.2k, E, oneshot ] Summary: The first time you and Marc catch one another in a tight spot, you both make it out by the skin of your teeth. You’re both wounded; you’re both riled up as all hell. (violence, angry smut, feeeeeeelings)

Gift of Min & Redux [ao3] by @astroboots [ Steven x F reader x Marc (x Jake), 21k, E, twoshot ] Summary: Marc brings back a trinket from his trip that may or may not contain an ancient sex god/aphrodisiac. Either way, Marc’s not telling, and it’s for you and Steven to find out. (Smut, sex pollen)

Idling by @juneknight [ Jake-centric MK system x F reader, 10k, E, in progress as of 7/6/23 ] Summary: Jake keeps having to front for Marc and Steven's new girlfriend. (angst--mind the warnings!, promises of future smut)

keep your vigils on the road [ao3] by @charnelhouse [ Steven x F reader x Marc (x Jake), 4.2k, E, oneshot ] Summary: They’re on the run. It’s kind of a vacation. (smut, violence)

Killing me by @astroboots [ Jake x F reader (x Steven/Marc), 2.4k, E, oneshot ] Summary: Jake takes it “easy” on you after a long night with Steven. (smut)

Moon Struck [ao3] by @softlyspector [ MK system x dancer F reader, 43.3k, E, series ] Summary: Steven asks you out, Marc falls in love (slowburn, some angst with a happy ending, eventual smut)

No fish were harmed in the making of this meet-cute by @writefightandflightclub [ Marc Spector x F reader, 2.1k, G, oneshot ] Summary: You have a dilemma. You don’t want to sell the man any more fish. But you do want him to keep coming back to your shop 👀 (fluff, humor, angry meet cute)

Obsessed by @juneknight [ Marc x F reader, college AU, 7.2k, E, twoshot in an ongoing series ] Summary: Marc likes eating pussy and offers to eat yours. (smut, college roommates AU) ...Honestly, I probably could have listed ALL of Dorm Room Marc here. Other Favs: The Thing About Marc Spector, Pushing Buttons, Sweet Requitement

Pornstar MK Boys: Marc, Steven, Jake by @runa-falls [ MK system x F reader, porn star AU, 3.0k, E, threeshot ] Summary: as a fluffer, it’s your job to know how to keep the boys interested. each alter has their own preferences (porn star AU, smut)

Shadow of a Doubt by @writefightandflightclub [ Marc x F reader x Steven (x Jake), 7.1k, E, oneshot ] Summary: Marc was first. Steven was second. Khonshu’s never going to love you. …And you’re wondering if Jake will ever get there at all. (relationship/character exploration, some smut, angst with a hopeful ending)

Sting by @bits-and-babs [ Marc x F reader, 3.5k,E, oneshot ] Summary: Marc relies on your amateur skills to patch him up following a brutal fight. (blood, smut, pain kink)

Stone Heart by @magpie-to-the-morning [ Steven x demisexual F reader, 1.5k, T, twoshot ] Summary: Maybe Steven’s one-sided friendship isn’t so one-sided after all... AKA a Moon Knight Pygmalion AU (fluff, romance)

Take Care of You by @tropes-and-tales [ Steven x F reader x Marc, 3.8k, E, oneshot ] Summary: For Steven, it was love at first sight. For Marc, it was a slower thing. (smut, feeeeeeelings)

Where To, Miss? by @foxilayde [ Jake x F reader, E, 7.5k, oneshot ] Summary: Jake Lockley is your driver, escorting you safely in your nighttime travels. There’s something about him. Tonight, you’re going to find out what that something is. (violence, blood, and surprisingly soft smut)

— Intra-MK System Pairings — .

All this time I was just waiting for you by @nakimochiku [ Steven x Marc, E, 20.6k, complete ] Summary: Things never seem to go Steven’s way romantically. Marc helps him work on that. (pining, smut with feeeeeeelings)

in the aftermath by queenie [ Steven x Marc x Jake, E, 37.5k, complete ] Summary: Having his own body is strange (separated into their own bodies after the show AU, slow burn, eventual smut)

last night i watched myself sleep by sweaterlou [ Steven x Marc, E, 19.4k, complete ] Summary: A look into Marc and Steven's relationship progression; from sharing a body to sharing a bed. (pining, smut)

the loneliest number by unstuckintime [ Steven x Marc, 9.6k, E, complete ] Summary: The problem with Steven is that he wants so much and he’s so lonely. He’s so lonely and he asks Marc for it all the time. (smut, feeeeeeelings)

making two reflections into one by marin27 [ Steven x Marc, 101k (as of 9/22/22) , M , incomplete ] Summary: After falling into the sands of Duat, Steven is sent back in time to fix things. He may or may not end up fixing the wrong, but no less important, things. (TL;DR: The fic where Steven fixes his relationship with Marc as the Moon Knight plot happens in the background.) (back in time redo AU, slowburn, pining, feeeeeeelings)

Our Body by apartment [ Marc x Steven, 1.4k, E, oneshot ] Summary: There are benefits to sharing a body, Steven realizes, especially when getting kidnapped is commonplace these days. Or: the "you don't have him; he has you" meme, plus marc's attempts at being a boyfriend (violence, smut)

paths diverted by solarzenith [ Steven x Marc, separate bodies, 6.8k, E, oneshot ] Summary: Khonshu reanimates them, with an ultimatum: come back as one, or come back separate. Marc makes the decision readily, too easily, and Steven had no idea Marc wanted him out of their head so badly. (pining, angst with a happy ending, smut)

see through my act, tell me I'm wrong by snapdragonpop007 [ Marc/Jake x Steven, 31k, T, complete ] Summary: “Leave him alone,” Marc scowled up at Jake from the reflection on the tiled floor. Jake ignored Marc and made a beeline right towards the gift shop as The Man In The Gift Shop Named Steven got back to his feet and went back to the register. “Jake if you go in there I swear to god—” (Steven gets a separate body AU, slow burn, feeeeeeelings)

— Canon / MK System x Layla El Faouly — .

do not enter is written on the doorway (but you can stay) by FlowerCitti [ incidental Marc x Layla x Steven, 19.8k, M, complete ] Summary: When it came to heroes and other vigilantes, Marc didn’t have any interest in interacting with them. He travels with Khonshu’s will, continuing to protect those under the moon and following through with Khonshu’s severe judgments. He kills and keeps Khonshu content and fed, shielded under the darkness of night and the flickers of the moon. (Or, Marc meets the Avengers. And then gets shot in the head.) (plot-centric MCU crossover)

Marc/Layla Ficlet by @writefightandflightclub [ Marc x Layla, 0.3k, T, oneshot ] Summary: How did Marc tie the knot with Layla? (mild angst)

not quite a meet-cute by notmadderred [ MK system-centric, Marc x Layla x Steven, 8.3k, T, complete ] Summary: Layla meets Jake and things get complicated for both of them. (character exploration & bonding)

so this could be the death of me (or maybe just a better me) by @quinnathy [ MK system, Marc x Layla mention, 25k, T, complete ] Summary: One time Marc saves Steven, one time Jake saves Marc, and one time Steven saves Jake. (And so forth.) (character exploration and bonding, some angst)

To Sleep by @radiowallet [ Steven/Marc x Layla, 1.2k, T, drabble series, ongoing ] Summary: Sometimes Steven dreams. For Marc it's a nightmare. Layla El-Faouly does not sleep. (angst, yearning, mentions of canon-typical violence)

— Canon / Gen (no Pairing) — .

Jake's not very good, very bad day. No worse than that by Beyney [ Jake-centric, gen (no pairing), 6k, T, oneshot ] Summary: The Avengers think Moon Knight just has no marbles left to lose. The system is not amused. Khonshu is gleeful, and Jake just doesn't want to deal with this shit anymore. At least the god will keep bringing him back if this mission goes way more sideways than it already has, right? ...Right? (MCU crossover, Jake whump, violence/death mention, does some of the MCU crew a little bit dirty for the sake of the story)

That's all I've got for you for now, 'nonny, but this is definitely a non-exhaustive list. I've read so many wonderful MK fics, I'm sure I've missed some that should've been on here and will no doubt discover even more amazing stories in the future. Chances are I'll wind up coming back to add to the list, and you all should feel free to reblog/reply/send me an ask with your fav MK fics!!

Thank you for the ask, dear anon friend! And thank you for being patient with me—it turns out I have a lot more fav MK fics than I originally thought, and it took me a little while to get this list together. Hopefully they'll be something new-to-you here for you to enjoy! 💕

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geliditramonti · 2 years

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♥️

Manon Moreau

Artist: @kewaizi

(kewaizii on Instagram)

#moon knight #marvel #khonshu #steven grant #marc spector #marc x layla #moon knight art #fanart #jake lockley #oscar isaac

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owlssin · 2 years

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mr and mrs moonknight you both mean everything to me

#im in love with both of them #i thought it was impossible for someone to rival my love for oscar isaac yet here we are #moon knight #marc spector #layla el faouly #marc x layla #moon knight fanart #steven grant #marc spector fanart #layla el faouly fanart #digital art #fanart #marvel #inncorrect quotes

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keira-draws · 11 months

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"the crescent rests, tethered to the west waxing to the rhythm writhing in my chest"

#moon knight #marc spector #moon knight fanart #steven grant #jake lockley #layla el faouly #marc x layla #moonscarab #fanart #art #artist support #marvel #artist on tumblr #keira draws

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arabellas · 2 years

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Marc Spector and Layla El-Faouly | MOON KNIGHT 1.06

#moon knight #moonknightedit #moon knight spoilers #marvel #marveledit #theavengers #marvelheroes #marveladdicts #mcugifs #dailymarveltv #dailymarvelstudios #marc spector #layla el faouly #marc x layla #mcufam #userem #userlyra #mine #tv

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mistressvera · 1 year

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@mcuchallenge | Moon Knight vs. Ms. Marvel

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leviathanspain · 2 years

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am i not what you wanted

marc spector x reader, jake lockley x reader, steven grant x reader

synopsis: even with three different alters, they all want the same woman and it isn’t you

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with marc

“so that’s it?” your voice sounded unnecessarily loud, but to marc, it was barely above a whisper. you had barely moved, your body a still picture of what it was, when he told you that he had met another girl. he had accidentally been involved with the murder of her father, and he tried to apologize but ended up falling in love with her.

marc was your best friend before he was anything more. you would remain loyal, at his side, even when he kicked you down and kept kicking with every word he spoke.

“i think i love her.” marc echoed quietly. you stared at him and you seemed to laugh, comparable to a crow, your laughed squawked as you stared at marc incredulously, “you think you love her?”

marc pursed his lips, he was getting angry, but he tried to remain composed. “yeah, i think i do.”

you nodded, rapping your knuckles against the wooden table you stared at him, “are you sure it isn’t the guilt of having witnessed her father die? are you sure it’s not the emotions towards the grief that you felt bad for her?” marc shook his head, “this isn’t fair, i told you-“

“told me what, marc? told me how you were going to emotionally cheat on me with some girl and now you’re telling me that you’re leaving me so you can go consummate the relationship you had pulled completely out of your ass?” you stalked towards him, marc stood his ground but you were irrationally angry, “does she even know who you are? what,” the words were venomous, filled with poison as if they dropped off a knife, you tongue flayed him open like a dagger, “you are?”

marc kept his voice even, “you don’t think i didn’t think about that?” he asked and you shrugged, “truly didn’t think you had enough brain capacity to even take that into account. just how you took into account my feelings.”

marc scoffed, “i thought that i was unlovable. until i met you and you loved me-“

you held up a hand, “so because i fixed you, you think that gives her the right to take you away from me? that my hard work, that the years i endured your insufferable antics, and she could just take that away like a kid with candy?”

marc didn’t say anything, he just let his head sink low and you found that as answer enough.

“fuck you.”

with steven

you still got his voicemails from time to time. it was odd, after having separated yourself from the life marc had built, from the alters you had once called home, and from the familiarity that london was, you had abandoned marc spector and co. and left to mexico, a place where marc hadn’t bore his venomous touch to.

“hi darling. just finished up at the museum and headed home now. just wanted to check up on how you were. i miss you. i bought a stuffed taweret because i know that was your favorite goddess. please call me, or at least respond to the pictures of gus, he misses his mother.” stevens voice was soft, playful on the other end. you shut your phone off and deleted the voice message. you could barely stand to listen to it, let alone have it live in your phone constantly.

the messages stopped coming after a few months. it was confusing because you had started to look forward to the monthly debriefing that steven provided, a small insight to marc’s life after you. but you suspiciously gazed at your phone before shutting it off, shrugging off the ache that you felt in your belly.

“y/n! marc has met this amazing lady, her name is layla and she’s been helping us a lot recently with a few problems with khonshu and ammit. it’s a long story and i apologize for not filling you in, i know how busy life can be now when you’ve actually got one!” he chuckled on the other end, “anyway. layla is amazing, she’s marc’s wife which would technically make her mine, and i hope you don’t mind since you’re my girlfriend and bur she’s not technically married to steven with a v, so don’t get mad-“ he kept rambling but after hearing wife, your heartbeat seemed to roar in your ears, and all you could hear was the blood pulsing in your head as you sat in silence.

you blocked the phone number and decided to call it over. marc spector and steven grant were done in your life, you had nothing else to lose.

with jake

you could lie and say that you stayed clear of marc spector and co. but jake lockley always had his favorite things in life, and his pretty girl was one of his favorites. and you couldn’t help but miss him, miss his scent and smile.

he couldn’t stay away. day and night, he would stay up to drive around london, looking for you, hoping you’d come back. little did any of them know was that you were sun bathing in mexico, and not rushing through the stormy weather that was london, but jake still had hope. he masturbated to the thought of your hips, the way your body felt on his, but slowly those memories faded and he could no longer remember what your skin felt like under his touch. he couldn’t remember if you electrified with his touch, or if you danced with the moon.

he couldn’t remember. that’s what infuriated him above all. that anger fueled him, fueled his need to kill, murder and hurt those he believed were responsible for your disappearance. the other two nerds refused to say anything, and jake felt disgusted that they stopped pursuing you, and that they instead decided to occupy their time with her.

jake declared you’d never be her, and when she left running in tears, he was viciously proud of himself.

jake chastised the others in the mirror, curses and a string of insults later, jake would be so exhausted sometimes he’d op out of searching for you, even when he knew the entire thing was fruitless, he couldnt forget you.

but when you showed up on his doorstep, jake saw your face blur with her’s, and he internally cursed himself for forgetting your face, forgetting his pretty girl.

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lunaselena · 3 months

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amor, amor, amor.

956 words, explicit content.

warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What was the worst thing that could happen?

Fall in love with Jake Lockley.

tagged: @little-worm-grant @bambeenie

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