#layla smut

[sea-lanterns]

COOL IT DOWN

synopsis: cryo women cooling you down

featuring: ganyu, shenhe, layla, rosaria, ayaka, eula

rating: 18+ n.sfw (minors dni)

warnings: dom! afab gn reader (ganyu, layla, ayaka) and sub! afab gn reader (shenhe, rosaria, eula). temperature play, improper use of cryo vision, scissoring, strap on, face-sitting, oral, biting, breast worship, fingering, dirty talk and slight degradation.

art credits: the love doctor

GANYU

Ganyu whimpered as you ground your hips feverishly against her cunt, slick fluids dripping down her thighs and onto the bed sheets below. You held one of her legs over your shoulder and smiled when she trembled under your hold, cooing at how cute she was with the way her eyes looked up at you under tearful lashes. 

“Ganyu…” you purr gently, stroking one of her calves, “You’re so cold…it’s perfect…”

She lets out a small whine at your words and attempts to smile, the cryo energy emitting from her body cooling the two of you down from the hot blazing heat of the sun… She never would’ve thought to use her vision like this, but since you were the one to suggest it, she quite liked the idea as now the two of you could have sex in the summer without getting too hot…

“Ah…w-wait…!”

With a sudden grind of your core against hers, Ganyu moans and grips onto your thighs while the icy feeling mixed with the heat of her folds makes you groan out in relief. “So nice…” you mumble, smiling down at her with half lidded eyes, “So good for me…”

The half-adepti whimpered pathetically at your words and seemed to bask in your praise, clumsy hands reaching up to wrap around your neck and bring you down for a kiss. Lips hotter than fire as she came all over your thighs. 

SHENHE

You yelped as Shenhe thrust furiously against your cunt with her strap. The cold dick molding itself inside your walls as you tried your best not to cum right then and there. The adeptus student looked quite intrigued at your reactions of ecstasy and held you closer against her to nibble on your ear, minty breath brushing up against your skin as she whispered hotly to fluster you even more.

“Does that feel good…?” Shenhe inquired, delivering low, shallow thrusts that made you feel the spreading coldness of cryo. “You’re holding me really tight…”

Attentive eyes locked on your cunt, she watched as it creamed deliciously over the plastic blue dildo. Tilting her head and letting judgment decide that you were indeed enjoying it. “…That seems like a good sign, I’ll go faster then…”

She started to speed up her thrusts and you gripped her legs to stabilize yourself when you bounced with each hard push. Shenhe gazing lustfully at the way her cock sank in and out with each drag of her hips, and pulling you tighter against her to feel you tremble with each, brutal, thrust.

She was definitely taking her time in making sure you were thoroughly enjoying this, the cold strap on bringing relief to your hot folds as she grinded her pelvis against your ass. “So hot…” she grunts out, starting to lose her cool as she traced the folds of your entrance with her fingers, bending you over into a position that allowed the toy to move in deeper. 

“I’ll make you feel so much better…”

LAYLA

Layla was shivering above you, unable to keep her noises to a minimum as she cried in pleasure from your tongue fucking her from below. She wasn’t used to this, being on top of you I mean. The poor elf clumsily gripping onto the sides of your pillow and rocking her hips gently to ride your face.

“Ah…I’m sorry it’s…mmh…too much…” Layla cried, looking so cute and shy as she looked down at you below her, clearly having the time of your life. “Don’t be…you taste divine…” you chuckle once you come up for air, the woman producing a comfortably cold temperature that made you shiver with delight. 

Layla whimpers at your words and shyly plants herself back down on your tongue. Feeling the tip of your nose hit her clit and cause her legs to buckle at the sensation. “Hm…Mmh…”

You notice her struggling to sit properly on top of you and laugh, the vibrations sending her into ecstasy as she moans into her lips. As she does this however, you reach up to grip her hips and stabilize her so she doesn’t fall. Her skin smooth and cold to the touch as she rocked herself more desperately on your tongue. 

“A-Ah…!” She bit her lip and moved her hands sporadically to your hair, gripping it tightly with pleasure. “More…more…”

She let out a small groan and dropped her head down to look at you, eyes clouded with a fog of lust as her tongue lolled out to show her aching desire for you…

ROSARIA

Rosaria’s tongue was thick and cold as it lapped up against your cunt, legs trembling as the nun used her even colder fingers to pry your legs apart and keep you spread for her mouth. She clicked her tongue in disapproval when she saw you trying to close your legs, keeping her away from the warm flesh that tempted her into tainting her mouth with your sin.

“Stay spread.” She says coldly, not playing around anymore as she kept you uncomfortably pinned to the wooden table below. “You complained about being too hot so here I am, helping you cool down.”

You let out a shaky breath as she thrust her tongue deeper inside you, dragging the tip against the slick walls of your folds and staring up at you with an unamused look in her eyes. She looked bored, but that couldn’t be far from the truth. The contrast of your hot clit wrapped around her cold tongue just made her uncontrollably lust for you, addicted to how she could make you shiver in the heat of summer just by using her cryo vision and her tongue…

“R-Rosaria…” you flinched when you felt her icy teeth latch onto your clit for talking. The feeling overwhelming your senses as the soothing, sharp pain cooled down your burning body.

“I thought we agreed on moans only…” she murmured into your skin, taste buds rubbing harder inside of you as she groaned at the warmness inside. “Stay quiet, or I’ll freeze your lips with my tongue…”

AYAKA

It felt like you were sucking on ice cream when you placed your lips on Ayaka. Tongue swirling over her stiffened nipples as she whimpered and tugged at your hair in response, bringing you closer to her chest while struggling to keep her moans from leaving her lips.

“Is it…haah…is it cold enough…?” Ayaka murmurs with a shiver, closing her eyes as you prodded her right breast with your teeth. The soft flesh puffing up a pretty pink as you detached from it with a gentle pop. “It’s lovely, my dear. Like a cold treat on a warm day…”

You giggle when you see her blush. Such a contrast to the cool, fridge-like feeling emitting from her own body. Vision wielders were incredible…to alter their own bodies like this and control the elements…the possibilities were endless…

You dove back down to kiss her softly, savoring the fleshy warmth of her lips that made your nerves tingle from temperature change. Not too long ago were you sucking on something much colder, and the contrast made your core heat up in anticipation. 

With one last kiss, you trailed your lips down the narrow of her neck, down to her collarbone where you laid a colony of hickies, over the valley of her breasts that made you smile when you saw the teeth marks still embedded, and right above the princess’ bare stomach that iced your hot tongue.

“There…!” Ayaka gasps, pressing her stomach against your lips and trembling when she feels how hot you are, “Just right there…”

EULA

The aristocrat smiled as she watched her fingers sink deep into the velvety warm walls of your pussy… A tint of blue emitting from her fingers as you squirm and writhe from her icy cold touch, fingers so frosty and long as she plunged them in as far as they could go. 

“Hah, you’re practically gushing over me already…” she chuckles lightly, kissing your ear as she starts to move. “Careful now…if you’re this wet already your walls would stick to my fingers like glue…”

She laughed when you only grew wetter at the thought. Soft, slow strokes thrusting into you as she savored the warmth of your fluttering walls. Eula was over the edge, completely overwhelmed and so in love as she grew obsessed with the way your cunt gripped her fingers. “So… filthy.”

Eula then lunged forward and bit the stem of your neck, basking in your cries as she let her frosty teeth nip at your skin.

“You’re still this hot…?” Eula breathlessly murmurs, pinching your clit with her thumb and stirring your insides even more. “Hmpf. Shame…I expected you to be shivering by now…”

You felt her fingers get colder inside you and you whine at the sensation, knees buckling and struggling to hold yourself up as the aristocrat places a firm hand on your belly, keeping you upright and delivering a cold shock to the bare skin of your stomach.

“Don’t fall now. I don’t want to dirty my knees if you can’t handle my fingers…”

[bunniislvt]

scissoring with layla 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

couldnt agree more anon

— sleepy scissoring layla x fem!reader

— "a-ah.." her thighs trembled around yours as you slot your wet cunt against hers, the feeling of your clits pressed together shot a bolt of pleasure up your spine. her eyes were half lidded and her mouth was slightly agape, soft pants coming in and out as she lays there patiently wait for you to start moving. sleep was written all over her face, as she had just woken you up with her soft pleading. she wanted you, needed you even, after having a dirty dream about you fucking her so good.

slowly, you push your hips forward, the smooth drag of your clits made you both gasp. layla's eyes shut for a moment as she inhaled harshly, falling back open as she released a whiney moan. your hips continued to move, making her squirm a bit on the bed. she wanted so much more than what you were giving her.

in her dream, you had her pushed down into the mattress, fucking her so hard and good through multiple orgasms. that is what she wanted you to do, but you were taking things too slow, teasing her.

her eyes grew teary at the slow torture you put her through, your hips suddenly going fast and hard then back down to soft and slow. she was a mess, moaning and babbling, begging for you to go faster. at last, you move your hands to grip her thighs, holding one in front of you as wide as you could and pinning the other down onto the bed. your hips fucked hers at a fast pace, dirty sounds coming from between you two. her breath was caught and her mouth hung open in a silent scream. her eyes were wet like her cunt, little tears falling down her cheeks.

"mmh! mmh! ah!"

she couldnt get any words out, just mindless moans as you fuck her down into the bed. the slick between you two acted as lubricant, making you able to slide against her faster and faster until you were both on edge. she came first, thighs trembling harshly and trying to squeeze closed, but you held them open as you fucked her harder.

<3

[persweb]

zZz . . . ★ [ 𝗥𝟯𝗧𝗜𝗥𝟯𝗗 𝗣𝟰𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦 — sub!layla ╱ 𝑚.

𓂃⁩ ✶ ?%! 𝗖𝗢𝗡 // 𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 ] — sub!layla , dom!freader , smut , explicit scenes , college au , roommates au , sensitive layla , nipple play , squirting , dry humping , vibrator , edging , lesbian sex , wc : I.2K

𝗗𝗡𝗜 — 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 && 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗦.

'bet' layla recalled when a soft whimper escaped her lips as she dropped the pink vibrator inside her cotton white panties. she made her way towards you and right there, waves of little vibrations against her clit 'let me know if anything's wrong, mhm ? just want you feeling as good as possible' you said and layla returned an awkward smile alongside a small nod.

you left layla in you two's shared bedroom with a sharp smirk on your face, letting her start the scheduled cleaning. you watched as your girlfriend picked up the broom and begin sweeping. turning the setting just a little higher, still in it's lowest settings. you watched her reaction, first a small hiccup of a moan then the tightening of her grip around the broom and finally the rubbing of her thighs together.

layla found herself sitting down on the bed in an attempt to catch her breath. in an instant she found herself tightly gripping the bedsheets, feeling her submissives throb in pain due to another sudden change in the setting. it was unbearable, uncomfortable but somehow pleasurable she thought to herself as she felt her panties getting soaked. it was only the beginning.

right as layla shut the door to the bathroom, once more the setting was made higher. except this time layla couldn't help but let out a sharp moan, instantly covering her mouth in embarssment and squeezing her thighs together with a hand in between. she was forced to remind herself of the rules 'no touching until told, no cumming until given permission, but feel free to show everyone how much of a slut you are' her eyes watered and a frustrated whine echoed through the small room. she stood there frozen, trying to brush off the sensation of knots growing in her stomach

'mm close..' at this rate, she thought she'd break into an orgasm. leaning against the wall for support, loud and high pitched moans filled the air. she felt herself creaming her panties, legs twitching for release and desperately thrusting against the air for any friction 'coming, coming' right as she was about to, it stopped. layla was now left a mess once more, except this time anyone in the dorm could hear or walk into the her at any given moment.

'hey layla, stop standing in the middle of the room and help will ya?' one of the boys said, dusting behind the couch. layla leaned down to grab the broom and highest setting she felt yet, she jumped right as it hit her, startled by the new sensation 'uhhhh!' the boy raised an eyebrow. layla took the broom and slowly walked towards the boy clenching her thighs together. 'i think thoma said he needed help in the kitchen, why not you go?'

layla made herself to the kitchen and began an observation, stove, dining table, counter, fruit bowl, no thoma in sight, eyeing her surroundings she developed an clever idea and mindlessly threw her legs over the counter. slowly creating a rhythm and rutting againist it like a dog in heat. nothing but a fog filled her brain as her skirt exposed her little panties and lewd noises filled the kitchen. her pace fastened and grew sloppier 'c-close' bouncing her whole body on the counter, begging for release. 'enjoying yourself, princess'

a familiar voice hit her ears, causing her to jump off the counter in suprise to quickly fix her skirt. 'n-no, clos- clean, s-sorry' walking towards her, you gave a smile as she struggled to find her words. she truly did look like a bitch in heat. you were quick to pin her againist that same counter layered with a pool of her own grool. you palmed her breasts and made a small squeeze out of it causing a sudden whimper out your girlfriend's pretty lips, only to unbutton her shirt 'w-wait, they might see' you laughed 'you didn't care, did you'

taking her little baby blue bra off to expose her plush breasts and hard nipples. squeezing it once more you began to draw circles around her nipples before flicking it, drawing various noises out of layla. right as she calmed down your mouth wrapped around just the tip of her nipple, enough to start nipping on it while your fingers worked on her other breast. giving it gentle rubs and flicks every once in a while, followed by layla's muffs.

layla sobbed under your glance, hooking her shaky legs around your waist and squirming. it wasn't long before your girlfriend started desperately humping againist your chest for some or any friction, curling her toes, whining from the pleasure and moaning your name at your every movement. it was only then when you smirked and pulled away, releasing her nipple with a pop. a startled cry escaped her lips in response 'can't have you cumming too quick, can we?' 'no, p-please' layla cried out clearly, frustrated 'make a mess for me baby' you walked away leaving her dripping wet making pools of her own juice and contracting over nothing.

layla made her way into your shared bedroom that night and quickly threw herself onto your thighs, rutting againist you in a hurry. 'layla !' you gasped, startled by your girlfriend's sudden actions. however you didn't leave her waiting, carefully placing her on the bed before lifting her skirt to get a clear view of her dampened panties before removing them 'wonderful, you made a mess just for me'

you began by lapping around on her opening, gathering as much of the juices as you could on your tongue. arousal smeared all over her thighs as a stream of grool leaked onto the bedsheets. you jilted your tongue in and out her clenching hole as a little tease when layla resorted to riding your tongue, whimpering and desperate for her release. you were quick to stop her resulting in another breathy whine to leave her pretty lips. only for you to begin gliding your tongue across her slit.

layla gripped onto the bedsheets as you fastened your pace, swirling around her swollen clit. jerking and squirming in your hold, sounds of slurping and blabbering filled the room. you watched your lover be brought to their very edge.

'yesyes p-please mor — ghhh yesyesyes'' layla babbled incoherently, reaching over and beyond, desperately rutting her hips against your face and thrusting them in the air, her pretty noises was all that mattered.

within minutes your girlfriend became a moaning, whimpering and sobbing mess, her entire body shook through waves of spasms, realising spatters of her juices, squirting over your face and ruining her skirt. hips desperately rolling and riding her climax on your tongue until she fell splat back on the bed as a breathy mess.

you softly licked your tongue over her overstimulated clit, licking up all the remaining juices, inserting just your middle finger to the entrance when layla gushed out squirting once more with trembling hips. the room was once more filled with her pretty noises. you groped her asscheeks, in response she gushed out cumming at the touch 'm sensitive, sleepy' she whined, you dragged her hips closer, bucking them into your face for more, attending to her leaking and overstimulated cunt for another round 'you wanted to cum anyway'

[teyvatofsmut]

It's a good thing you were found by that Eremite Galehunter, Layla! Who knows who could have found you in the desert... still, kinda weird how her payment is you giving her oral, but hey, could be worse, right?

smut warning

Layla is a bit busy eating out the Eremite to respond to your question, but I’m sure you knew that ;)

Layla is very skilled with her tongue~!! Eagerly giving the Eremite the best reward she’s ever received for being a guardian~!!

[rottin6]

Reg wanting james to fuck a baby inside of him

mdni. 18+ | jegulus. cw: smut [breeding kink/babytrapping]

regulus is exhausted. he’s convinced that at any moment now, the last shred of strength he has will unravel, and his legs will come crashing down onto the bed. it’s not his fault really, they’ve just been at it for too long. james knows this, knows full well that he’s struggling to keep up. he feels the way regulus’ entire body trembles and shake as he fucks his cock into him relentlessly, over and over. james whispers soft praises with each thrust, trying to keep him motivated. every time he feels the weight of his knees begin to buckle out, he fears he might have gone too far this time. that regulus will tell him to stop and that this is the last time. 

quite frankly, james has no clue why he’s fucking the hell out of regulus, why he’s going at it harder each time when he’s already coaxed out three orgasms and broken the bedframe. it’s like an addiction, his hands clinging to regulus’ hips, pulling back to meet his continuously. it’s like he’s stuck in an infinite loop and he doesn’t want to stop. 

regulus lets out a loud moan, his grip tightening on the bedsheets to either side of him when he feels the head of james’ cock hitting so far deep into him. his head drops down until his forehead is pushing into the soft fabric of the pillowcase. 

“that’s it, baby, that’s it. you’re taking me so fucking well.” james praises, groaning out at the same time. rather than speeding up as regulus expects, he slows down and deepens his thrusts even more. each slow drag of james’ thick cock leaving him makes him subconsciously clench down, his body fighting, aching, to keep him buried inside. “look at that, baby.” james coos softly with a snicker, leaning over until his chest is draped over regulus’ back and his lips are grazing the shell of his ear once again. “you’re so tired, so fucked out, but your body just wants more.”

the moan regulus lets out into his pillow is pornographic and embarrassingly needy as he arches his back and shuffles his knees to spread outward a little more. james is right. he always is. 

“james—” regulus breathes his name out heavily, lifting his head up from the pillow. he looks up ahead, watching as the headboard shifts back and forth in front of his face, hitting the wall over and over again with every snap of his hips.

“i know.” james whispers, pressing a soft kiss against his shoulder as he lessens the intensity of his thrusts. the fear gets to his head—fear that regulus will leave him again tonight. it’s why he’s fucking him so damn hard tonight. he says a silent prayer with each thrust, hoping regulus will be too sore to even think about getting out of his bed and going to his apartment. he wants to fuck him so hard that he has to stay. “i know, baby. i just need one more from you.” he rasps against regulus’ smooth skin, straightening up behind him once more, continuing to fuck him. his hands grip onto his hips and his eyes take in regulus’ arched back and reddened ass. just one more, he thinks.

“james—” regulus pants his name again, “you didn’t put another condom on.” regulus feels the rhythm falter, feels james slowing down to a stop inside of him. 

“fuck.” james groans, the palm of his left hand pressed into his eye as he turns his face up to the ceiling. he needs to pull out and put one on if he’s going to finish this. he starts slowly dragging his cock out of regulus, letting him feel every inch of him against his slick walls as he goes. “you were just letting me fuck you raw?” a loud moan escapes from regulus and he buries his face in the pillow again. james freezes with only the head of his cock still sheathed inside. “did you—did you want me to fuck you raw?”

“james—”

“did you?”

 “what would you do if I kept fucking you like this, hm?” he asks, his voice low and deep, letting his hips move forward only inches at a time. regulus can’t help the soft whimpers and gasps, his head now falling on james’ shoulder. “that’s right, you wouldn’t do a damn thing.”

 “this is a bad idea.” regulus points out as he feels half of his length sink into him.

“then why are you letting me do it?” james questions, pulling his hips back and then thrusting them forward again. he goes a little past halfway this time, eliciting a moan from the younger boy. “why’re you letting me fuck you raw? you want me to cum inside you?” he taunts, his grip tightening, “want me to put a baby inside you?”

all regulus can do is moan over and over, not able to speak. he ends up with james’ hand to his front, stroking gently and his other hand held to his throat. james picks up the pace and when regulus doesn’t say anything, he sighs, falling back to sit on his legs, pulling regulus back with him so he sits right down on his throbbing cock. it’s a harsh and violent pull, a scream leaving his throat and james smirks. he knows he should be gentle, knows how hard it is for regulus to take all of him, but this is regulus’ fault after all—he should've said something.

james tongues his cheek, before clicking his teeth against his lips. “fine,” he sighs, loosening his hold on his throat and hips. “get off me and i’ll put a condom on.” james doesn’t move himself, instead letting regulus have the opportunity, but he feels him tighten against his cock, a wetness dripping onto his balls.

regulus hesitates and james sees this. his lips part slightly, waiting on regulus’ legs to give out, for him to fall back on his cock and stay there.

“are you gonna get off, sweetheart?” james mocks, his voice low and smooth in regulus’ ears as he starts running his palms along the sides of his thighs.

“yeah.” regulus says, his voice just short of a whisper.

it catches james by surprise, really, when he feels regulus lower himself on his lap, taking the entirety of his length in one go. his cock twitches inside him, his fingers digging into regulus’ sides, as he struggles to hold in his hold.

“shit, baby.” james pants, his head falling back as his eyes close momentarily, feeling regulus slide himself up and down on him. “i thought you were getting off.”

“i am.”

“fuck, ’m gonna cum.” james huffs out the words out between thrusts, letting his head fall back as he continues to rail regulus into the mattress. he focuses on it, the repetitive thrusts and outward drags of his length against his tight walls, and when he hears his neighbour banging on the wall, he only thrusts harder. he angles his hips just right, relishing in the filthy melody of wet sounds and moans. “fuck, baby.”

“oh god, james!” regulus’ moans are absolutely obscene at this point but neither of them could care less. his orgasm hits him hard, his slick hole convulsing around james’ cock. this pushes james over the edge, “shit,” he moans, smacking down on regulus’ ass once more as his cock shoots thick, hot ropes of cum, coating his walls. slowly, his movements fade until he eventually comes to a complete stop, breathing heavily. 

james looks down, admiring the large red handprints left across regulus’ throat. he grips onto his hips roughly as he keeps him in place while he slowly tries to pull himself out. regulus shudders at the pain, breathing through it. 

“stay here tonight.” james murmurs against his skin, still softly rutting into him.

“against the rules,” regulus mumbles, his voice raspy and hoarse, and james loves it.

“cumming inside you was against the rules too.” james counters, pulling out almost completely before giving one more hard thrust. “so—you’re going to sleep in my bed, full of my cum—” he gives another hard thrust, making sure his load is thoroughly fucked inside. “is that okay with you?”

[pimosworld]

Care to join?

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

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

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

Dialogue prompt- “Can I kiss you?”

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

WC-3.8k

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

Not beta read

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    Wednesday 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Whatever you want to do we will do…no

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

  Nice job hermaño, I knew you could do it.

  ***

Friday 

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

  It’s just dinner, relax

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  This is so not fair

  Callate pendejo 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “There’s always next time.”

  Next time 

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated.

Happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

[mochimoqa]

The Climax Problem

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

Also, this was basically from this post by @faretheeoscar

This is the link to the original post! ^^

Gender neutral Y/n x Steven Grant

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

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sighed as he cleaned himself with a wet towel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You frozed when you heard that.

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

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

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

"Really...?"

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

He pulled away and smiled.

"Thank you, love..."

This got me cracking up 💀

Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed this :]

[uselesssomebody]

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 (18+)

the do's (rules & information):

readers must be over 18 reading these drabbles

all works will be under or roughly a thousand words

thirty-one days of smut drabbles

ten days are open to requests for the kinks

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

five will include a dominant reader

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

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

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

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

the kinks and the characters

october 1: shower sex w/ frankie morales

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

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

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

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

october 6: requested kink & character

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

october 8: somnophilia (dark) w/ eddie munson

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

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

october 11: titfucking w/ javier peña

october 12: requested kink & character

october 13: exhibitionism w/ poe dameron

october 14: dacryphilia (dark) w/ joel miller

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

october 16: phone sex w/ jack daniels

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

october 18: requested kink & character

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

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

october 21: mask + glove kink w/ jake lockley

october 22: hate + mirror sex w/ javier peña

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

october 24: requested kink & character

october 25: overstimulation w/ jake lockley

october 26: size difference w/ miguel o'hara

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

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

october 29: sex toys w/ natasha romanoff

october 30: requested kink & character

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

the characters (you guys can request)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

notes

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

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

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

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

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

[jake-g-lockley]

Worthy Distraction (Marc Spector x reader)

Masterlist | Playlist

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

Word Count: 913 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[prettypinkpuddles]

so good you could cry

your partner is under you, and is absolutely losing their mind.

you’re riding them so well, making them tear up and choke on their moans as they try to plead with you to not stop, to tell you how good you make them feel.

their toes are curled, thighs unbearably tightened, legs shaking in tiny convulsions as they screwed their eyes shut to not let tears flow out.

it didn’t work

you could feel their orgasm crash into them as you ground your hips into theirs; their eyes opened and their glassy pupils lolled to the back of their head.

you could see them struggling to comprehend just how good you felt over them, they blink and looked up at you with tears in their eyes and a weakened smile spread across their face.

your hands cupped their face as you kissed their tears of pleasure, giving them a sweet grin as you began to continue your torment on them.

their head tilted up as they choked to hold back what seemed to be a scream, gripping the sheets unbelievably tight

Childe(the first one i thought of), Yanfei, GOROU, Lyney, Tighnari, Amber, Faruzan, GANYU, Keqing(but she’d almost never let you dom her), LAYLA, Kaveh, MIKA, Thoma, Heizou,

[sea-lanterns]

Officially obsessed with the thought of nighttime Layla taking care of you for daytime Layla and when she wakes up in the morning and finds you absolutely covered in hickeys she’s just like ???? Because poor daytime Layla knows she didn’t do that to her precious baby…

Thank you, this was a PSA <3

I love their switch up dynamic 🥺

Nighttime Layla is just a burst of energy. Shes a part of your girlfriend that is eager to please, eager to fuck, eager to make you hers as she marks every single inch of your body in love bites and kisses. You don’t expect someone as sweet and innocent as Layla to have this hidden kinky side of her, yet here she was. Currently fingering you with two of her lithe fingers and sucking a dark hickey over your nipples <3

When Daytime Layla emerges however, oh goodness. She’s so confused, so flustered, because why on earth are the two of you naked and why the heck are you covered in such dark love bites? Daytime Layla knows she didn’t do that…did she? But looking at the fucked out expression on your face, the cum staining the sheets, and the way her her body felt so tired yet refreshed at the same time gives her the idea that maybe Nighttime Layla had too much fun with you… 💘

[bunniislvt]

overstimulation with layla?

yes yes absolutely yes

until dawn

— Layla x fem!reader

[oral (reader giving) , submissive Layla , scissoring , overstimulation , dacryphilia]

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the two of you had set into a routine, before bed you'd touch each other and tire yourselves out so you could fall asleep better. this was your idea to help layla get her rest, but on some occasions, things got a little carried away.

"o-oh.. oh.. mmh!"

layla's little moans and whimpers sounded like beautiful music to your ears, your tongue swiping at her puffy clit. her fingers comb through your hair as you eat her out, savoring everything you could taste. her hips rock against you as she tries to get near her orgasm, twitching thighs squeezing around your head.

"more, more, p-please," she whimpers, sobbing when your tongue slowed once more.

you couldn't help it, you found her begging and crying to be adorable. you could just listen to it all night, and that's what you plan on doing.

you slowly lick up her clit, sucking it into your mouth and releasing it with a little pop. she shudders, whimpering. with more urging coming from her hands pushing your head down, you get back to work at lapping her up, making her eyes roll back in her pretty little head.

it doesn't take long for her to cum, thighs squeezing your head as her back arches off the bed, but just because she finished doesn't mean you were done.

Layla looked like she was about to doze off as if normal, but her eyes fluttered open again when she felt a warm wetness on her drooling cunt. she looked up at you slotting your hips against hers, holding one of her legs in front of you.

she whimpers, shyly looking away and closing her eyes. you coo, kissing her knee softly before slowly rolling your hips down on hers. it came in little shocks up your spines, the feeling of your pussies grinding together. she moans sleepily, her voice trailing off as little tears prick at her eyes. her hands gripped at the sheets and her body was more sensitive now than it was before.

testing things out, you quickly bucked your hips into her, watching her tits bounce up and her eyes squeeze tight as she moans out. her body trembles as you fuck her, tears now spilling down her cheeks and body sprawled on the bed. the feeling of her cunt on yours was heavenly, shes so warm and wet, it made grinding against her easier than ever. her body spasmed again, showing another orgasm already. she was sensitive. she was already quick at cumming, but after once she finished a lot quicker.

you moan as well, feeling her hips spasm up into yours. it was so easy to get lost in her feeling, so easy to get drunk off of it. you shut your eyes and listen to the overwhelmed squeaks and cries from the girl below you as you chase your high, grinding her down into the bed below. her hands scramble to cling to you, mindless babbles spilling from her lips as you near.

slamming into her, you twitch and still your hips, letting yourself cum against her messy pussy. she's crying, fat tears rolled down her red cheeks. she's so cute, it made you want to go again.

and maybe that's what you did, fucking her cute little pussy over and over again with yours until you both got so high off the feeling that you collapsed in a heap together, drifting off to sleep.

[leviathanspain]

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.

[teyvatofsmut]

Sexy Sleepover: Layla was new to 'sleepovers', so she invited Faruzan, Wanderer and Kaveh... she hopes it goes well...!

Actually it was quite fun!! At the start of the night Kaveh and Wanderer had some friction, arguing amongst themselves. After Faruzan calmed them both down they had some cake!!

After the cake they talked about school work, and Faruzan of course didn’t divulge any of the test answers ☺️

Thankfully the night ended calmly with all of them sleeping in one big pile!!

[rottin6]

mdni. 18+ | bartylily, for @sommerregenjuniluft

the first time barty fucks lily, she’s terrified. completely scared by the way his size impales her, and he can tell. he picks up the pace, his hand lightly pressing on her throat. lily, curious as ever, looks down and watches as his thick length pulls out. it’s ridiculously long, she thinks when it stuffs back inside her, stretching her out beyond what she thought should be possible. she doesn’t think she can hold on, her nails digging into the bedsheets. her eyes are welling up with tears because jesus, he’s literally impaling her, over and over. it feels good, she thinks, it really does—way better than what it looks like, and barty can tell she’s nervous.

“hey,” he calls her attention to him and all lily wants is to hear his voice on repeat. barty cups her jaw, he’s gentle when he’s guiding her face to look at him. his hold’s strong enough so she can’t look away. “eyes on me, okay? i’ve got you, angel.” lily nods, a tear falling and she swears barty goes harder at that point. she watches him above her, his eyes on her. she thinks he looks so pretty like this. her muscles relax around him and his cock slides against her walls easier, hitting right at the back.

“there you go,” barty praises, his lips curling into a grin. “that’s my girl, you’re doin’ so well. fuck—feels nice, doesn’t it?”

lily nods, “uh, huh.” she cries, clinging onto him. the heel of her foot digs into the mattress and she pushes herself down onto his cock, feeling it stuffed deep inside her. she’s never felt so full before, never had anyone the way barty takes her.

at some other point, barty’s got a grip on her hair, pushing her head down into the pillow. he’s running a hand over lily’s side as she bends over the couch. he’s grinning and she doesn’t need to look behind to know it. “i wish you could see yourself like this,” barty murmurs.

“w–why?” lily chokes, her eyes red and puffy. her cheek’s smushes against the pillow, drool all over the fabric. barty pushes his hips harder, rocking lily’s body forward. a loud moan falls from her lips when he does that and her eyes close momentarily.

“your ass looks so fucking good,” barty replies, cursing under his breath and lowering his hand to slap her flesh. the loud smack is obscene and lily cries, both in pleasure and pain. her tight walls clench around his cock when he hits her, so he does it again and again. over and over. “makes me wanna fuck you until you can’t walk.”

barty grabs lily’s arm, yanking her closer to him. it’s violent but that’s barty. he presses her sweaty back against his chest, his lips kissing across her jaw and down her neck, tasting the tears that fall from her eyes. “want me to choke you, angel?” he offers, though he knows lily can’t say no. she nods dumbly, her mind all fogged up and she can’t speak.

he smirks down at her and when she expects his hand to wrap around her throat, she gasps when she feels his arm snaking around. he flexes his bicep, cutting off her airflow in a way she’d only ever dreamt about. lily grips onto his muscles, her nails digging into his flesh.

“there you go, pretty girl.” barty praises. “i know you love how i fuck you.”

when lily’s all done and fucked, reduced to nothing but a quivering mess, she pants hard with an arm thrown over her eyes to shield herself from barty’s gaze. he thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world, getting all shy after begging for his cock.

“baby, you came so much,” he commends through an exhale and a snicker on one night. barty had fucked her over and over, and lily struggled not to cry. she did that sometimes, the waterworks take over when her poor body is too overwhelmed. he shuffles and carefully pulls out from her. lily jolts from the sudden loss of being full and hot cum oozes out of her. both hers and barty’s pour out from her hole, and his grip on her waist tightens as he watches the liquid spill out from her. “fuck, angel, we did good.”

lily nods in agreement, moving just enough so he doesn’t think she’s ignoring him.

"fucked those pretty guts, didn't i?" he asks and she winces at his crude language. that flinch deepens, whimpering when his rough hands clutch the undersides of her thighs to pick her up more. he folds her over herself, stretching her legs impossibly further apart and she aches. "look at all that cum, angel. hell of a creampie." it raises her hips closer to his face, and he plunges two fingers into his mouth, coating them with spit to dip between her ass cheeks, gathering the sticky trail of white to scoop it back into her quivering hole.

"barty," lily cries, wiggling indignantly as he cruelly shoves his fluids back into her.

"can't let you waste it, sweet girl." barty tells her, moistening his lips as he devours the sight of her poor cunt struggling to hold everything he's giving it. "that's it. makin' me so proud right now."

[lunaselena]

amor, amor, amor.

956 words, explicit content.

warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What was the worst thing that could happen?

Fall in love with Jake Lockley.

tagged: @little-worm-grant @bambeenie