#layla's ex boyfriend

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my october icon challenge that didn't fit into october T_T self-indulgent, because I want to play as the vampire

#redfall #jason redfall #layla's ex boyfriend #sketchedramblingart

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OMG I SAW YOUR REQUEST IS OPEN AND OMG I WANTED TO ASK IF YOU CAN MAKE AN demon!MIGUEL x but Innocent/cute/ werid/quirkFmAngel! Reader (like the demon CAN be also called the spider demon that all work under Miguel eyes😝💅😩)

Reader is a angel that believes that there goodness in any creature that mean Miguel.yea but she doesnt believed in some angel like her ex- boyfriend,reader finally caught her boyfriend cheating while hanging out with the group while eating there ice cream or looking in the heaven village or city idk ??😣😭 ( miles, gwen, and pav and his girlfriend )which when Gwen and hobie and miles was shocked and gasp loudly at something that pulled reader attention and when reader saw it, reader came running away in tear at the sight of it.

and ran away far away from it ,While pav girlfriend with hobie beating his as while gwen is telling hobie that " ENOUGH HOBBIE " while pav is trying to stop his girlfriend from cheering on hobie from SCREAMING at reader ex- boyfriend for making reader spend ALL her time with such a USELESS F ING ANGEL WHO doesnt work FOR SH%T

meanwhile Miguel, is some were in heaven and hell which is what I called is the void or the pocket of both lands and that where Miguel is doing his business(while wearing his spider logo LIKE imagine him wearing an tight suit with some sort of amor ) killing angel and entity\antomty (I forgot the name💀) in his way with Layla of course but only telling him how many are there but that where reader came running away and fall into and also hitting a large rock and managed to hurt one of her wings,badly, which cause her to stare around for any help or tried to see if she know what is this place she flew into, And Miguel was done doing assignments (ahem- killing) amd then see her in such a state that make his heart beat again,

Meanwhile reader is crying not of fear, but she not in fear of the man in front of him.. She finding it sexist (ok I want to make reader weird,or quirky💀😭) ok it not her problem OR FAULT OK it was his aura, big BOTTY OF A ASS that reader probably think she has seen in her life form a boy ✊😝 and his horns,

reader realized she still have tear in her eyes and started wipes her face and getting up from the floor but then the pain of her wings finally came. (And Layla being Layla teleport to Miguel to see if he done with work and see reader on the floor with a broken wing with blood and Layla making an deal or some thing idk to convince him to let her live while saying in a language Spanish but that a ancient towards reader)

NFSW PART THAT J COMPLETED SUCK AT

Let imagine Miguel heat or is just hella intoxicated with a sex drug from layla putting there (putting or idk someone LIKE PETER B ) and left it on his favorite desk( that he like to slam on A LOT JUST FROM THE RETARD THAT HE HAS TO DEAL with work💀 ✊ men got his on TABLET FOR THAT lol) and it crash on the floor and broke and some gas that Miguel was intoxication from of it and went to his own place while reader was petting an demonic cat in his house

Here is a some plot idea for the NFSw part

(Also THIS IDEA WAS INSPIRED BY MANY WEEBTOON STORY AND I WANTED TO mush ALL THESE IDEA INTO ONE SO pls 😭 if I suck AT EXPLAINING THE PART and I wanted to say this but I feel like Miguel be the grump bear person character or big puffy cat person like he wouldnt like anyone touch his horn but when reader ask he let her touch his horn with a pout sound as he lean down 🗣😭✊ also you can make this a fluff/smut any kink will do honestly! THANK YOU bye ❤

Hope you have a great day and time ! (Sorry if this made be a long request but I dont see many people making a demon Miguel like this one and reader as well so yea and I really wanted to people be inspired by this one !!!😇😌🗣

Pairing: Demon!Miguel O’Hara x Angel!fem reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Virgin!Reader, Fluff, Mentions of Cheated on Reader, Slight Corruption Kink, Slight Fingering, Oral Sex, Praise, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Blood

Summary: Even the devil has a soft spot. 

Word Count: 3.9K (Not Edited)

It had been a gloomy day. 

You had never expected to find your sweet, attentive boyfriend sucking faces with someone else. It had ruffled your delicate feathers and for your wings to curve in with despair. Your friends had tried to pull you away from the scene, the dejection clear on your face as you stared longingly at the man you had given your golden heart to. Their reassuring words floated past you, mind preoccupied on why this could have happened to you. Was it something you did? Were you not enough? Were you missing something?

Later into that day, after numbly reassuring your friends you were alright, you had wandered aimlessly across the angelic city. You were so lost in thought that you had not realized you had taken too many turns out of the city, finding yourself in the Void. So unused to the dark, unfamiliar land, you had stumbled your way around, catching your wings on things you couldn’t see clearly until your body was sore and you had wilted to the ground in a hopeless mess. You were unsure of how long you had laid there, a withering mess of innocent pain before he had sniffed you out. 

From his account of events, he had just been back from one of his sessions of…repentance as he calls it. Even though his suit and dulled armor was splattered with blood, he knew the lingering scent in the air was fresh, more innocent than the kind he had spilt. He had followed the sweet fragrance, finding your helpless form crowded to the ground. You had looked up at him with such shiny eyes, a puffed pout on your lips. Your appearance alone was angelic, his hand itching to reach out and taint your delicate skin. He swore a glowing aura shielded your body, setting you apart from the gloominess of the Void. If not the scent of your blood, the shininess of your glow would attract dark things like him to you. 

You had shrunk back in response to the strong presence he held, not realizing tears had flowed down your face until he commanded you to wipe them away. When he had told you to follow him, you had weakly pushed yourself up, using the sound of shifting armor as your guide through the dark. He had taken you back to the modest cabin, cold and nearly as empty as the world outside. He had left you by yourself, your wings fluttering nervously as you tried to see more than blurred darkness. When he had lit a dim light, you had instantly flocked towards it while he kept his distance. You had crowded around the greenish-yellow flame like a moth, staring at it as if it was as angelic as you were. 

His rough hand was firm around your shoulder blade, pushing you into a seat near the flame. He stood behind you, as if using you to shield him from the light as he bandaged the fracture in your wing quietly. You had sat still, watching the flame dance on the candle wick. The light illuminated your face in a ghastly light, creating intense shadows against the features of your face. When he had pulled away, you turned to look for him, only to be met with pure black. You reached your hand out tentatively, pulling it back when you had met the cold metal of his armor. HIs own hand reached out to you, centimeters away from your face so you could see it. 

Your delicate fingers brushed over the calluses on his hand and in a gravelly voice he had asked you, how pretty, innocent you, found yourself an injured bird in such a dark place. With his adapted eyes, he had seen the darkening of your cheeks and the wounded look in your eyes. You had looked away, a half-hearted excuse of getting lost leaving your plush lips before asking him for his name. 

He answers begrudgingly, a low grumble that you have to strain your ears to catch. You find it only fair to tell him yours in return, and Miguel lets the word circulate into his head until it's fully memorized. The name suits a gentle creature like you he thinks, a soft symphony of syllables that are yours to own. It sounds like church bells and birds chirping, something that's shunned in the Void. The natural greed that fuels his body wants to lock you up and keep you for himself. 

Instead, he shoves the lantern into your hands, a silent demand to follow him as he walks towards the cabin’s entrance again. You two walk through the barren land, your small form following him as you stare at the more clearly defined shapes of the land. When you begin to slow or stray too far, he lets out a slow rumbling noise from his chest that draws you back to him. He doesn’t seem particularly annoyed when he does it, but he isn’t exactly happy about it either.  

You follow him until he stops, your distracted mind almost causing you to crash into him. You peak out from behind him quizzically, holding your lantern up only to find it useless. Even though Migurl stopped a good distance away, the light of the holy city is visible. A delighted smile makes its way onto your face as you look up at him, a silence thanks for his kindness. He doesn't look visibly affected, but his unmoving heart stutters in a single kick. 

You wordlessly walk out from behind him, taking a few steps forward before stopping and running back. His eyebrow raises as you stop right in front of him,a shy smile on your face as you take his hand and wrap it around the lantern’s handle with a soft thank you. You had given his hand a lingering squeeze before turning away from him and walked towards home. You had turned once after crossing out of the Void, eyes searching for a figure and a green glow, but both seemed to have disappeared into the darkness.

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Two weeks later, you were surprised to see that green glow in the distance. Based on the height of it, you knew it had to be Miguel. You took a hesitant step into the Void, then another and another until you were getting closer and closer to the light. You had stopped five feet away, close enough for the light to be an arm away, but far enough that you couldn’t see the face you’ve yet to see. It was silent for a long moment before that familiar rumble vibrated in the air. The softest of smiles came over your face as you walked closer, taking the lantern from him when he offered it to you. You lifted your arm up, letting the light travel up his form until you were looking into deep red eyes. 

A stifled gasp had left you, but it held more fascination than fear. Your eyes had drunk in his features, eyes mostly trained between his glowing orbs and the twisted points that spiraled from his soft hair. He had studied you too, eyes flashing at the delicate bow of your lips and the twinkling shine in your eyes. When you lowered the light, you kept your eyes trained to the place of his own eyes as you whispered a hello. He grunted back in response and turned to make way back to the cabin. You never hesitated to follow him back. 

It was in that very cabin that you spent most of your time together. Where the two of you bonded. You sat and talked, Miguel listening as he cleaned his armor or prepared you desserts made from sweet berries and cream that he bought from travelers in anticipation for your frequent visits. The first few visits acted as check ups, Miguel making sure your wing mended and had full capability. Those visits were quick and silent, but they made you anxious for the next one. 

Sometimes, after being too cramped in his cabin, you would ask Miguel to show you around the Void. He always grumbled about it, muttering how the Void was, well, void of anything besides plain terrain and the occasional hut or trading stand. But he had found that there was little he could deny you, something in his body against the idea of rejecting something so bright and lively. He had discovered this trait during an earlier visit where you had asked him in the sweetest tone he had ever heard if you could touch his horns. The disapproval was on the tip of his forked tongue, but seeing the way you had blinked so hopefully up at him only resulted in the bowing of his head as your gentle hands traced the grooves of the foreign keratin. 

On special days, the days where MIguel had no repentance to take care of, he would let you decorate his horns and hair with beads and accessories you had brought over and never took home. He would hold the lantern up for you so you could focus on your work, and he told you in a gruff voice about the more tamer quests he had been on. But those stories were rare and far between, Miguel finding someone as pure as yourself in no need to know about blood and death as he’s known them. But, they were fun to hear even with their heavy censorship and you absorbed every word like gospel. Honestly, you spend more time focusing on the sound of his voice rather than his words. You loved the deep calmness to his speech, wishing you had a way to record it so you could play it over and over in the hours you spent away from him. 

On the really bad days, the days where Miguel had come to fetch you at the border of the Void and the holy city in more blood than usual, he would take you back to the cabin in silence and wash up before pulling you to his sofa and cradling your innocent form to his chest. The both of you would be bathed in darkness, the lantern a far away glow on the dining table as he tried to absorb your good. He would hold your head gently, breathing in your sweet scent as he played with the ends of your hair or flattened the feathers of your wings. It helped calm him down, feeling the slight pleased purr vibrate against his chest as you beamed under his attentive care. He would rumble his chest slowly in response, showing his own content. Those days you knew you had to distract his mind, letting his mind fill with nothing but the events of your day or any days you were apart. When you ran out of events, you started telling him your own thoughts. Recalling a question you have about the universe, a flower you saw on your way to the Void’s edge, how you think maybe the next time you visit you’ll bring Miguel a nice piece of decoration to hang up so his cabin doesn’t look so sad. 

But no matter the type of day, no matter how many times you had visited him, he always walked you back to the edge of the Void at the same exact time. It was like clock work. It didn’t matter if you didn’t finish your story, it didn’t matter if you weren’t done removing the decorations from his hair, it didn’t matter if he hadn’t fully calmed down yet. When a small chime ran through his house, he would drop whatever he was doing, standing to give you your lantern before walking you out of his cabin. You had asked him about it a singular time, but he had ignored it. You waited, debated if you should ask again in case he didn’t hear you, but then that time happened and you dropped it. You had stayed curious about it, but you had come to terms with the fact that you’d possibly never know.

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You don’t know what compelled you to come so late. It was far past the time you would usually come, proven by the fact no lantern glow greeted you at the edge of the Void. But something in you urged you to go, your feet basically dragging you through the darkness. Luckily, the frequency of your visits made you familiar with the path to Miguel’s cabin, hand stretched out until it hit the flat wood of a door. It only took you a few pats to find the doorknob, turning it and sliding it open. 

Instantly, a dark musk filled your senses. It makes your head dizzy and you grip tighter onto the knob to steady yourself. When you think you're stable enough to walk, you take a step forward only to almost trip on an overturned chair. A spike of alarm rings in your head and you can’t help the urgency powering your voice as you call Miguel’s name. In the darkness, there is a faint noise of shuffling before you yelp out in surprise. Large hands grab you and flip you on the couch, your hands shoved above your heads as the sound of deep breathing echoes in your ear. Your body instantly melts into the fabric at the sound of Miguel’s voice asking you what you’re doing here. 

You try to shift your hands, but Miguel tightens his hold on them. You huff out a pout but stop struggling as you ask him if he’s okay. He doesn’t reply, burying his head into the crook of your neck and inhaling deep. His breath tickles around your neck and you can’t help the soft squirms your body makes. 

“Smells s’good,” Miguel mumbles against your skin, his hips pinning yours down so you can’t try to escape. You try to stifle the gasp that builds in your throat at something hard pressing into you. When Miguel’s wet tongue glides up the length of your neck, a soft noise leaves you parted lips. Your hips buck up to push him off, but he only grounds and grounds his hips into you. 

Another sound leaves you, slightly louder than before as you feel something rush into your panties. The feeling of the wetness is uncomfortable and you try to shift to relieve it. Miguel’s hands find your waist and grip hard, holding you still as you pull away from your neck. His eyes are glowing so brightly that you can see the red tint in the darkness. “It’s witching hour, y'know.

Can’t be here, ángel.” 

Despite the gruffness of his appearance, the words are sweet and full of concern. If you could, you would have reached your hand up to cup his face. He looks and sounds pained. You don’t know why, but you want to help. “Are you okay, Miggy? You don’t sound so good, is there anything I can help you with?”

The honey dripping from your voice makes him grind his hips against you again. You just sound so sweet. His perfect little angel was so worried about him. Wanted to be helpful to him. So sweet and pure and innocent. So goddamn tempting. And, like he said before, he can never deny you. He can’t deny you. Who denies help from an angel anyways? Definitely not him. Definitely not when you can help. 

His hand reaches down and cups under your pretty white tunic, a gasp leaving you when he cups your clothed sex and the heel of his palm presses the wetness against your skin. A deep moan leaves Miguel at the dampness, his hand rubbing it eagerly. “Yeah, you can.”

Before you can ask him what it is he needs help with, you feel too long fingers slip under your panties. Your body instantly tenses as Miguel teases them along your entrance, more slick rushing from you to coat his fingers. He tries to push them in, absolute surprise coursing through him when your walls don’t instantly give to take them at the same time. He tries to ease the tips of them, but still gets nothing. It frustrates him. You’re so wet, he can see you glistening before him. Fuck, you hips are even pressing back into his hand. So why can’t you take his fingers? 

Then, it hits him. His sweet little angel is a virgin. 

He grows impossibly harder at the thought. You really are pure. His tiny little angel, untouched and pure. All for his taking. His eyes trail up your body, looking into your confused face. Poor thing doesn’t even understand what’s happening. But, it’s okay. Miguel, he isn’t mean. He may be a demon but he isn’t mean. He’ll take care of you. 

“Need you to spread your legs f’me, doll. Spread your legs and relax.”

You obey so beautifully. You don’t question or hesitate. You only do, only please. Your legs spread for him and he watches the way your tunic bunches around your waist. The sight of your drenched cunt is downright heavenly and he can’t help but lick his lips. His hands glide up your legs until he’s helping you keep your legs open. Gently, he bends down and places them over his shoulder until he’s face to face with your practically see-through panties. He licks a long strip up them, tongue swirling around your poked bud. Your lips instantly buck up in response and your hands find his horns for support. 

He chuckles at you, studying you as he pushes your panties to the side again. He licks another strip up you, your slick collecting on his taste buds. You taste as sweet as you smell and it’s driving him wild. The grip on you tightens as he prods at your entrance. His tongue is wet and warm and causes you to feel things you didn’t even know were possible. Your hips lift in response, and you cry out when Miguel slips his tongue into you. 

The buckling of your hips is instinctive as his tongue dives in and out of you, occasionally playing with your clit. Your eyes are threatening to roll back as your hands tighten around Miguel’s horns to aid your movements. “M-miguel…what are you..?”

Miguel’s own eyes roll back at your clueless question. You don’t even understand what’s going on, but here you are desperately trying to ride his face like a fucking succubus because you feel that good. A deep groan vibrates against you as he eats you out more desperately, drinking up everything you’re spilling out. In response, you keep letting out the prettiest of noises. If this is what it's like to go to church, Miguel just might consider being stricken down for the chance to hear your moans. 

Your legs begin to shake, trying to fight Miguel’s strong hold. Your body quivers and twists, head thrown back as you try to stop whatever it is building inside of you. “Miguel…stop, wait!”

Your begs and pleads are absolute music to him, He can feel the clenching of your walls, and he tries to ease a finger into you to hold them apart. His fingers slip in easier than before, but it still has resistance. But the moment he’s knuckle deep and curls, you’re crying out as you finish. Miguel’s eyes snap up to you, watching drunkenly as you twitch. He slurps everything up, moaning into you as he sucks your lips. He pulls away with a pop, placing a gentle kiss onto your sensitive clit as you try to breathe. Your chest rises and falls, sweat making your tunics stick to your body and become transparent in some places. You’re nipples peek through the fabric, and Miguel sucks them until they’re clearly seen under the garment. 

He finally reaches up to your face, kissing your cheek to call you back to him. Your eyes are hazy as you turn to look at him, a small film of satisfaction coating them. The sight makes Miguel smile, nuzzling his nose against your skin to breathe in the lingering scent of sex and sweat on you. You smell absolutely divine and he can’t help but palace a slow kiss to your lips. Your own lips are clumsy, not really knowing what you’re doing. You just follow Miguel’s example and whatever your brain is telling you is right. But Miguel seems to be enjoying it, pressing his lips harder against you and humming. 

You’re the first to pull away, a gasp ripping from you as you feel his finger slide back into you. He wiggles it around, stretching your walls out in preparation for something bigger. You whine against his lips. Hips shifting when he pulls it out of you. But soon you feel the warmth of something larger poking at your opening. Your eyes meet Miguel’s glowing ones, a silent question in your eyes. 

Miguel presses a soft kiss to the corner of your eye as he begins to push in. His hand tilts your head to the side, his face looking down at you as your own twists in discomfort. “This is gonna hurt for a second, sweet angel.” 

Before you can ask what he means, his hips snap forward. A scream begins to leave your throat, but it dies once Miguel surges towards your neck and bites down. The pinch of something painful hits you before it all dies down into a euphoric numbness. A soft moan leaves you as Miguel slowly thrusts in and out. He pulls away from your neck, giving it a quick lick and kiss before taking your arms to wrap them around his neck loosely. He kisses your cheek again, moaning at the coppery smell of blood that begins to feel the air as he stretches your hymen. 

“That’s it. So fucking good for me, good girl.”

Even in your dazed state, your body glows under his praise. A slow hum leaves you, and you arch your back into him. Miguel’s hand slips to your lower back, pressing your skin into his body and he begins to speed up his thrusts. Each snap of his hips brings shockwaves of pleasure through you, and it isn’t long before you feel the familiar build up in your body again. Miguel groans as your walls tighten around his cock, teeth grinding together as he pushes through your tight walls. With another sharp thrust, you're moaning out again as you release. 

Miguel continues to work you through it, working at your clit to make it last longer. You whimper in appreciation, body pressing up into his fingers for more. He chuckles at the involuntary movement, working you even after your body jolts from oversensitivity. His fingers and his thrusts don’t stop until he feels his own pleasure beginning to form its peak. WIth a few sharp thrusts and you moaning his name, he spills his hot seed into you. The feel of it filling you makes you come again, hips lifting and pressing into his pelvis to keep it all into you. 

Miguel rubs soft circles into the skin of your hips to help you calm down, pressing kisses to your shoulders and muttering praise. He pulls out slowly, his cock an ombre of pink to creamy white cum as the same mix drips from you. His fingers fuck it back into you absentmindedly, only stopping when you cry out softly. He gives you time to rest, leaving to get a soft cloth to wipe you down. 

Midway through his cleaning, you hand lands to his arm. He looks up at you questionably, watching the dazed look beginning to leave your eyes. But he can’t help the wide smile that forms on his face as you ask: “Again?”

Teehee

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LAST KNIGHT IN SOHO MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Enhypen

Masterlist Rec:

Multi Members

anything else | Bestfriend!Hyungline x reader

bets are meant to be won | Popular!ExBestfriend!02line x reader

Breaking Me in Two | bestfriend!Jake x reader x Sunghoon

cross the line | Alpha!Heeseung x Omega!reader x Alpha!Sunghoon

eat me up | Jay(Jake) x reader DealWithDevilAU

FREAK-S | hyungline,ChildhoodBestfriend!Jake x reader pt.2

𖥻 FUCK HIM, I’M BETTER | bestfriend!hyungline x reader

given-taken | hyungline,boyfriend!Heeseung x reader

no nut november | hyungline x reader SMAU

sweet venom | Alpha!FormerStepbrother!Heeseung x Omega!reader x Alpha!Jay

take it | hyungline x reader

two is better than one | fwb!Sunghoon x reader x roommate!Jay

Heeseung

AS LONG AS YOU’LL LET ME | Nerd!Heeseung x Playgirl!reader

bite me | alpha!Heeseung x omega!reader

cherry | GoodBoy!Heeseung x BadGirl!reader

creep | FriendsOlderBrother!Heeseung x reader pt.2

Cupid | SingleDad!Heeseung x neighbor!reader

give me fever | alpha!Heeseung x omega!reader

– i don't want to be your roommate, i want to kiss your neck | BestfriendsBrother!Roommate!Heseung x reader

Last time | BestfriendsDad! x reader

L E T ’S B E T ! | virgin!bestfriend!Heeseung x virgin!reader

LIKE A PRAYER | Heeseung x churchgirl!virgin!reader

|| NDA || | Idol!Heeseung x Fan!reader

no one compares. | Fwb!Heeseung x reader

ONE HUNDRED AND ONE | BrothersBestfriend!Heeseung x reader

OPPOSITES ATTRACT | delinquent!Heeseung x inexperienced!virgin!reader

POOL PARTY | brothersbestfriend!heeseung x reader

Rile Me Up | Husband!Heeseung x reader

round two | virgin!Heeseung x reader

the brother's best friend trope | brothersbestfriend!heeseung x reader pt.2

THE BUTLER | Butler!Heeseung x rich!reader

𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 | enemy!Heeseung x reader

untouchable | BrothersBestfriend!Heeseung x reader

WHAT YOU NEED | BoyfriendsBestfriend!Heeseung x reader

wide open | king!Heeseung x princess!reader

WRONG DOINGS | Stepdad!heeseung x Stepdaughter!reader

Jay

all i see is gold | rival!rich!Jay x poor!reader

bite me | knight!Jay x princess!reader

carmesí | secretary!Jay x CEO!reader

could i be more obvious? | ceo!Jay x TrophyWife!reader

এ 𝐃𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑 | friend!Jay x virgin!reader

how i met your brother | BestfriendsBrother!Jay x reader

if only you knew (that i can see you) | idol!Jay x manager!reader

more than this smau! | hybrid!jay x scientist!reader

— office hours | stranger!Jay x OfficeWorker!virgin!reader

PICTURE PERFECT: PARK JAYS F*CK LIST | RugbyPlayer!Jay x ArtClubMember!reader

Present | rich!Jay x reader

REWRITE THE STARS | prince!Jay x princess!reader

Save It | Boss!Jay x Secretary!reader

strawberry lemonade | Jay x reader

the a-list | Bestfriend!Rich!Jay x Rich!reader

the archer and his queen | archer!Jay x queen!reader

The Beater’s a Keeper | Slytherin!Beater!Jay x Hufflepuff!Reader

the hates everyone except you trope | BadBoy!Jay x GoodGirl!reader

the reward | student!Jay x tutor!reader

tutor for sex math | tutor!Jay x EngineeringStudent!reader

Jake

babygirl | BrothersBestfriend!Jake x reader

best friends | bestfriend!virgin!Jake x reader

BRAND NEW MOVES | Nerd!FootballPlayer!Jake x reader

burn for you | Duke!BestFriend!Jake x reader bridgertonAU

Cruel Summer | Jake x reader

Does Layla need a mom? | TinderDate!Jake x reader

full attention | BestFriend!Jake x reader

Math Problem | Stepbrother!Jake x reader

Me with You ~~ | bestfriend!Jake x reader pt.2 pt.3

scooby dooby doo, lookin’ for boo! | FootballPlayer!Jake x Virgin!Nerd!Reader

Sex Exam Special | gynecologist!Jake x reader

take me away | vampire!rich!Jake x rich!reader

the first love trope | popular!Jake x shy!reader

The Sun That Always Burns | Ex!FirstBoyfriend!Jake x reader

Sunghoon

all for the sake of throne | king!sunghoon x queen!reader

A REUNION TO REMEMBER | Sunghoon x reader

captain’s log | fratboy!Sunghoon x reader

cherry pits | dilf!sunghoon x reader

Cloud Nine | BrothersBestfriend!Sunghoon x reader pt.2

Dirty Little Secret | virgin!Sunghoon x Mean!reader

first | sunghoon x virgin!reader

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION | Ravenclaw!Sunghoon x reader

FOR SALE | abandoned!Sunghoon x MafiasDaughter!Reader pt.2

LOVERS IN THE NIGHT | Fuckboy!ChildhoodsBestfriend!Sunghoon x reader

Mine | ToxicBoyfriend!Sunghoon x reader

PART OF THE JOB | idol!Sunghoon x MentalCareCaptain!reader

release me, embrace me | Alpha!BestfriendsBrother!Sunghoon x Omega!reader

star-crossed | prince!Sunghoon x servant!reader

TIDES AND TEMPTATION | Siren!Prince!Sunghoon x Human!Reader

Jungwon

burn | prince!Jungwon x lady-in-waiting!virgin!reader

DELICATE | Boyfriend!Jungwon x Virgin!Traumatized!raeder

please, please (special) | virgin!Jungwon x Heeseung’sGf!reader

project aphrodite | scientist!Jungwon x scientist!reader

stained glass windows | stepbrother!Jungwon x virgin!reader

⋇⊶⊰the best worst friend⊰⊶⋇ | experienced!Jungwon x virgin!reader

⎯⎯ ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝⌗ undone ★ | Jungwon x virgin!reader

virgin | experienced!Jungwon x virgin!reader

#enhypen #enhypen smut #heeseung #lee heesung x reader #enhypen jay #jake sim #park jongseong #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwon #enhypen niki #kpop smut #enhypen fluff

[moonknixght]

Jerk [Marc Spector x GN!Reader]

Summary: Despite having plans for a date with you after meeting with his ex-wife, Marc seems to have suddenly gone off communication, leaving you to be a bundle of nerves until you decided to call him. Heavily inspired by episode 3 of scenes from a marriage. Word Count: 2k Warnings: Angst with no comfort !!!!!!!!! foul language, Steven cameo (that's a sweet surprise than a warning), no mention of jake A/N: Gosh! I apologize for being super late with this one,, this was meant to be a drabble but i got carried away lol. And I'm a little rusty with writing atm, so don't look at me if the writing feels a lil wonky. though, Constructive Criticism is greatly appreciated! PS; The ex-wife mentioned in this is NOT layla its some other lady because we love layla in this household

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The drawn out rings of the phone was slowly aiding to a upcoming migraine as you paced between rooms, silently praying that you would get an answer to your frantic texts. A rather uneventful Friday night that you expected to spend with the person you were recently seeing, an unpredictably mysterious man, had come to an abrupt stop.

There was a lot you didn't know about Marc Spector; and that was okay, because it was just the process of 'getting to know someone' was, right? Sure, You had rambled your head off on the first date, all which he listened carefully; but with Marc, you never felt the need to push information out of him. It was like befriending an fragile animal that takes time to trust, but the epiphany that comes after is unexplainably amazing.

Growing from acquaintances to actually seeing each other and looking forward to spending time as a couple was unrealistic, which was why your entire relationship was so fascinating. The patience of talking things out was a quality that you both shared; likely being the reason of such a bond with each other. If anyone would listen, you would never stop talking about how perplexing that was.

As you both started building a line of trust, You came to learn that he was divorced and was in the process of sorting things out with his ex-lover— which, of course, you were fine with. And today, he had mentioned about her coming over, which you were also on board with. But with the plans that were arranged for today still being overdue and Marc falling off the face of earth, you couldn't help but feel.. jealous? worry, even?

It was exactly why you were frantically texting your boyfriend, questioning on where he was and if his ex-wife had taken her leave. The only response that you received was being left entirely on delivered, adding fuel to your already anxious state. You felt like you were just being extremely clingy— and that they were probably still talking.

Your gaze travelled to the clock. 15 minutes to 1 am. Holy fuck. Had you really been texting him for over an hour? Had it been over two hours since you had set your dinner table, waiting for him? The latest that Marc had promised he would be was by 10:30, so it was just utterly ridiculous that it was past midnight and he was still unresponsive.

Swiftly grabbing the unopened bottle of wine kept on your table and making it to the couch, You set your phone down on the coffee table as you took a swing of the drink. It was crazy how this entire thing had gotten you so riled up, but as much as you hated to admit it, you were head over heels for this guy. So committed infact, that you were desperately checking on him for the past two hours; that you haven't even had your own dinner yet. One last call. Maybe he'll pick up.

That was the words that your guilty conscious prompted while you sat in the uncomfortable silence, eyes falling on the phone that lay discarded on the table. Obviously, you were going to feed into your thoughts. Of course you did.

And much to your surprise, it only took three rings to connect to the voice that you were just waiting to hear— but it didn't take you long to notice that it came off in a growl, much to the contrast of the soft spoken tone that Marc usually carried.

"Marc?" "Hey." You let out a sigh of relief, shaking your head ever so slightly at your own frantic actions. Atleast he was doing okay. "Are you okay? Where have you been? I've been—"

"Good. Uh, yeah, but listen, it's not cool to, like, bombard me with messages."

There was a short pause where you sat slightly bewildered. before you felt yourself sink into the seat, like a child who had just been scolded. Even with guilt creeping up, You wanted to still defend your own case, which was the endless worrying you had endured for the past hour, waiting for anything from Marc. Just a simple notice to cancel their date for the night or even to say that he was okay. But instead, You were simply left in the dark.

"Because you were supposed to call me, Marc."

"I told you, I'd call you when she left." "Oh, so she hasn't gone yet?" "No, She hasn't. She's still here." Sipping from the glass of wine and setting it onto the table nearby, your mind was quick to rush into many conclusions, but you kept your mouth shut. Whatever they had to discuss must have been really important. "Isn't it late? How are you both still talking?" "No, She— She's in bed." An exhale could be heard from the other end, as your brows furrowed. In bed? Marc lived in a single bedroom, so did that mean he was taking the couch? But before you could even question it, it was like the male at the other end had almost read your mind, because he immediately cleared your doubts, Albeit, you would have wished he never said anything. "..My bed." Oh. Feeling betrayed and lost would be an understatement of how you currently felt. Confused even, to some extend as a steady silence began to occupy the call. You weren't quite sure how Marc wanted you to respond to that. Did he want to hear you weep from the other side? Or be upset at him? Maybe even yell a few select choices of words for wasting your time? But instead of any of that, pure silence rang through the call and if it weren't for Marc checking if the call was still running, he would've thought you hung up. "Hello?"

The feeling of being let down was coursing through your veins at this point, making itself obvious with the lump that grew in your throat and how you stiffened up in your seat. You weren't sure what exactly to feel, a floodgate on sadness and anger opening like it was a pent up dam that was released. You sniffled quietly, trying to bite back the tears that were pricking at the corner of your eyes. It was unfair how distraught you felt. Another audible exhale could be heard, before you heard Marc's voice again. You weren't even sure why you felt like crying, but it was clear that this wouldn't end well. "Look, I'm suggesting that we should take a break because this is just not.. Not working out right now." "When did it work out, Marc?" "Wh— What are you talking about?" "I said." You spoke, recollecting yourself in a suspiciously gentle manner. "When were you not trying to use me as a way to move on?"

It was his turn to grow silent, and that was pretty much the answer you needed. To think that you gave him the chance, thinking that maybe this time around you could actually be with someone who cared— There were no other words to describe what you've been this entire time. You were foolish. "Goodnight. Sleep well." You'd be lying if you said that you didn't still want him to come back to you. Justify himself properly. Say that this was all some sick joke. But you were also aware that there was probably nothing that would save this. Still, You stayed when he spoke up again, for whatever reason. "Stop. Just Listen. This doesn't have to be.. what you think it is, I just need time to collect myself and honestly, I've been feeling for a while that—"

The urge to laugh was overbearing, and you didn't hold back. "You're so full of shit, Marc." Anger was finally settling in before the male at the other end could even respond to your words, but this wasn't about being courteous anymore. It felt like if Marc had cared for you even a little, this wouldn't have happened like it did. "Own up to what you're doing, asshole. I know you like to evade your responsibilities but just for once, if you have any respect for me, stand up like a man and say it to my face so I can just accept the fact that I've wasted my time and effort on you."

"Okay, Let me stop you here before you say anything else that you're gonna regret."

"No, fuck you. The only thing I regret is thinking that you actually cared enough to be with me. Turns out, your only concern is keeping yourself occupied and acting like you don't give a shit about everything that leaves you. You're a selfish prick."

"Fine. It's over then."

"Good. Lose my number and Have a good fucking night, Spector." The call was immediately cut, and so was the brightness of the candle that you had lit earlier by the dinner table. The dimness eased your volatile temper, but it bought the dejection and uneasiness that had failed to show up during the call. There was an option for you to cry it all out, but for reason, you didn't. A soft sigh escaped your pursed lips as you rubbed your eyes. Maybe you'd end up bawling your eyes out about this when you were nestled into the cold embrace of your bed.

You didn't even feel hungry anymore; so shoving the pasta that you had cooked hours prior into the fridge and cleaning up, you tried your best not to think of everything that just happened, which was difficult in it's own volition. It was just a few dates, so you were technically the one in the wrong for letting your guard down so easily and falling for a man who barely talked to you. That conclusion stung a little, but it helped you feel better as you picked up your phone and the bottle of wine again— too exhausted to take off the gorgeous outfit you had picked out for the night as you opened tinder; trying to scroll away like you were gonna move on.

—

On the other side, Marc had made the mistake of pacing through his room as he made the call, biting his cheeks as it reached it's abrupt and upsetting end. Guilt did lace his features, but reminding himself that this was the last he would ever hear from you made the circumstances a little less horrible. Glancing at the phone as his thumb hovered over your contact, He heard a meek voice call out to him. Not that of his ex-wife, but that of Steven's— who had seen everything from the reflection of the mirror that Marc found himself standing before. "Marc.." The reflection called out to him, a clearly disappointed expression lacing his features as he tried to find the words to even begin expressing how regrettable this would be. Steven didn't have to elaborate, though, because in the few seconds that Marc met Steven's concerned eyes, he knew this would just add into the contrition that already plagued his mind.

Marc tore himself away from Steven who made a lowly attempt at trying to reason with him; walking back to where he had just been previously. It was because Steven knew, and so did he, that he found what it felt like to be loved again through you. But he was undeserving of it. With everything he has done and all the secrets that he hid, he only deserved the toxic relation he had with his ex, which atleast kept his needs at bay; a fair trade for all the arguments he had with her. You were right about him being a selfish jerk. Though it was for all for the wrong reasons.

#marc spector x reader #moon knight x you #moonknight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x you #marc spector fanfiction #marc spector #marc spector fic #marc spector angst #moon knight x reader #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #moon knight x y/n

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Do Re Mi | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Spencer finds his neighbor distraught and in distress at the BAU Headquarters with the idea that her ex-boyfriend might have something to do with the recent string of murders in Quantico, Virginia, he can't but get the team involved.

Warnings: Your usual Criminal Minds murder,

Author's note: Sorry for any discrepencies in the workings of the FBI, I don't really know anything about it aside from what I see on tv.

And if your name actually is Layla, make it into something else for this one, yeah?

Words: 4,237 

Her heart was beating in her throat. Her hands were sweating. Her mind was going a thousand miles per hour with hurried thoughts of worry and fear. She needed to find him. She needed to tell him. 

“Oh, hey, honey, you look a little lost.” The sweet voice snapped her out of her thoughts immediately.

When y/n flinched, she looked right into the deep brown eyes of the colorful blonde woman that had walked up to her. “Uh, I-I,” she frantically started to search for her words. “Spence–Spencer…” 

“You’re looking for Spencer?” the woman asked, clearly familiar with the one she was looking for. “Okay. Okay, I can bring you to Spencer. Hey, honey, can you breathe in deep for me?” She placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders as she gave the sweet order. Y/N inhaled a deep breath, trying to still her fast-beating heart. “That’s better. Okay, let’s go find Boy Wonder.” As the colorful woman guided the now-less-distressed one into the bullpen, she asked, “What’s your name? I’m Penelope.” 

“Y/N,” she simply answered with a soft smile tugging at her lips. 

“Good morning, baby girl,” someone said as the two passed him. Y/N didn’t even register him at first until Penelope halted in her tracks. 

“Can I show you a good morning at another moment? Trying to find Boy Wonder.” 

The man’s eyes flicked down to the woman tucked beneath Penelope’s arm. “Who’s this gorgeous lady?” he asked, his tone flirtatious, but Y/N didn’t quite register it as her eyes were frantically scanning the place for the familiar face. 

“Y/N?” The voice she’d been aching to hear finally cut through her distressed trance. 

Y/N’s eyes snapped up towards the gorgeous, familiar honey colored eyes. Her shoulders slumped as she felt the weight roll right off, the tears coming down with it. Launching herself out of Penelope’s arms and into Spencer’s, the girl’s body was overtaken by loud sobs. 

“What’s going on?” Spencer asked, wrapping his arms around the girl while his eyes shot questions at his co-workers. Both Penelope and Derek simply shrugged, neither of them knowing what was going on. 

“I found her like this in the hallway,” Penelope answered. 

Spencer looked down, worry written all over his face. “All right, let’s sit down, shall we?” he asked and started making his way to the briefing room with her. “Can one of you get her a glass of water?” he asked over his shoulder. 

Frantically trying to get a grip on themselves, Penelope and Derek scattered to do as told while Spencer walked into the briefing room with Y/N where he gently placed her onto a chair. 

“You okay?” he asked as he himself took a seat on the chair next to her, turning it so he was facing her. 

Slowly nodding her head, Y/N’s redshot eyes moved up to Spencer’s where she found a bit of solace, a bit of the safety she so desperately needed. The girl opened her mouth to say something just as Derek and Penelope entered the briefing room with a glass of water. 

“Here you go, Sugar,” Penelope said sweetly as she handed the unfamiliar girl the beverage. 

“What’s going on, Reid?” The guy next to Penelope asked, his voice stern yet laced with a little worry. 

Spencer turned to Y/N again, searching her eyes for an answer. After a couple of sips of water, Y/N heaved in a deep breath before moving her gaze to the board in the room where the agents had collected the evidence for the case they were working on. 

She was silent for a couple of seconds as she looked at all four victims. “I know who killed them,” she whispered before looking back at Spencer. “And I’m next.” 

Within a second, Spencer’s head snapped up towards his colleagues, all three of them equally confused. His brows knitted together when he turned back to Y/N, leaning closer towards her. “Y/N, wh-what are you talking about?” 

“You said I should come to you if something was wrong,” she whispered with fresh tears running down her cheeks. 

Spencer did remember him saying that to her one night when he walked up to his apartment, nearly bumping into someone on the stairs as someone else was screaming at the runner. When he reached the top of the stairs, he found his neighbor, Y/N, with tears streaming down her face. 

Reaching for her hands, Spencer squeezed ever so slightly to let her know he was there for her. “Did Tristan do something to you, Y/N?” 

Her lip quivered. Her eyes flitted back to the photos on the white board. “Not yet,” she whimpered. 

“Reid,” Derek caught his attention, wordlessly asking him for a word away from the girl. After squeezing her hands once more, Spencer got up and joined Penelope and Derek by the door. “What’s going on? Who is this?” 

“It’s y/n, my next-door neighbor,” he answered, looking back at the fragile girl in their midst. “She-” he sighed. “I came home one time when she was yelling at her boyfriend. They were fighting about something and she was upset. I-I told her that if something ever happened, if she ever needed anyone to talk to, she could come to me.” 

“You think her boyfriend could’ve done that?” Derek asked, pointing at the whiteboard behind Spencer. “Are you sure she’s not just upset because he broke her heart?” 

Letting out a deep sigh, Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know, man. But maybe we should hear her out? Get the rest of the team in on this?” 

A deep frown creased Derek’s forehead. “You’re seriously buying this?” he asked, pointing at the girl. 

“Morgan, look how upset she is!” Penelope exclaimed in a whisper. “She was completely distraught when I found her, this isn’t like some boy just breaking her heart. There’s more.” 

Spencer and Garcia both looked at Derek in anticipation, waiting for his reaction. “All right. Fine. Let’s get the team and hear her out on this one.” 

Nodding his head curtly in gratitude, Spencer turned on his heel to rejoin his neighbor while Derek and Penelope went to get the rest of the team. 

“What’s going on?” A tall man with dark hair and a forever-frown on his face, asked when he entered the room where the rest of his team had gathered. 

Spencer rose to his feet cautiously. “Hotch, this is my next-door neighbor, Y/N. She might know something about the case we’re working on.” 

Hotch’s eyes skidded towards the fragile girl in the briefing room. For a moment, the man just inspected her before taking a seat with the rest of his colleagues, ready to listen to whatever she had to say. 

“Y/N,” the woman that had been introduced to her as JJ, spoke up, capturing her attention. “Can you tell us why you think your boyfriend had anything to do with these murders?” she asked, pointing at the pictures. 

Glancing over at Spencer for a second, just to find her footing, Y/N nodded her head before taking a deep breath. “Those are his ex-girlfriends,” she started with a sniffle. “Tristan talked about them all the time, especially when he was mad at me. H-he’d tell me Doreen was so much smarter than me or Mia had gentler hands… I met Fabiola once, so when I saw it on the news that she’d wound up dead and that Solange had gone missing, I just knew…”

Spencer’s hand reached for hers and squeezed it, Emily, the woman sitting next to her, doing the same to her shoulder. “Y/N, can you tell us something about Tristan? How did you meet him?”

“Through a dating website – that’s lame, I know. I just, uh, figured I could try. He was really nice when we talked online at first. Told me he was a musician… I have a bit of a soft spot for musicians,” she explained, chuckling dryly at the last part. Spencer looked up at the whiteboard, getting the gears in his mind to work. 

“What’s he like, personality-wise?” Derek then wanted to know.  

“Uhm,” she sniffled. “He, uh, he was actually really nice at the beginning. He was charming, chivalrous, … I really thought I had hit the jackpot with this man. But then two or three weeks in, he’d be saying these things that, like, …” she wasn’t sure how to explain it so she stopped, gathering her thoughts. “He’d need constant reassurance and then all of a sudden, he’d turn back into this overly confident man, taking charge.” 

The agents all exchanged glances, thinking the exact same thing. For now, they kept Y/N in the dark. “When was the last time you saw him?” Rossi asked. 

“Uh, couple days ago… I uh, I was talking to Spencer in the hallway when he came home all mad and broody, you remember that?” she asked her neighbor, who simply nodded with his eyes trained on the whiteboard. “He didn’t say anything to either of us and just walked inside. We had a fight right after.” 

Spencer suddenly got up and moved over to the whiteboard. “You said he was a musician?” he asked y/n, to which she simply hummed. Everyone had their eyes on the youngest recruit of their team as he grabbed a marker and wrote the first two letters of each name underneath the corresponding picture. 

DO - RE - MI - FA - SO

With wide eyes, Spencer turned to his co-workers while Derek’s eyes were on Y/N. “How are you so certain you’re gonna be next? Your name doesn’t–”

“I told him my name was Layla. I-it’s my middle name, I figured it wouldn’t do any harm. I–” Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the evidence on the board. 

Hotch’s eyes landed on y/n. “Where does he live?” 

“Cherry Hill Road,” she whispered. 

The scraping of the chairs across the floor startled her ever so slightly as the agents got up from their chairs.  In a panic, y/n looked for Spencer, only calming down once he’s by her side again. “y/n, stay with Penelope, okay? I don’t want you to go anywhere until we catch this guy.” 

Y/N nodded her head before getting up and moving to follow the colorful blonde she had first encountered when she walked into the BAU headquarters. “Come on, Sugar,” Penelope said as she wrapped her arm around her once again to guide her to her office. “Make yourself right at home. You want some coffee? Tea?” 

Shaking her head, Y/N offered Penelope a quick smile before taking the chair that was furthest from the screens. For a while, y/n just watched as Penelope got to work. She researched everything she could find on Tristan Bell. Phone records, high school diplomas, … Anything that had left a paper trail, she would find. 

A good hour they waited until the team burst into the BAU again with somber expressions on their faces. “Briefing room, Garcia. Now,” Hotch ordered. The blonde beacon of color excused herself and told y/n to stay put before following her boss out like a lost puppy. 

The longer y/n stayed in Penelope’s office by herself, the more uncomfortable she felt. The woman had only left her alone for a mere two minutes, but to y/n, it felt like an eternity. The walls were starting to close in on her as she waited for Penelope’s return that didn’t seem to come. 

Agitated and scared out of her mind, y/n got up with a groan and made her way back to the briefing room. However, she halted in her tracks when she heard Spencer’s voice booming through the room. 

“We are not going to send her out like a piece of bait!” he concluded his speech, which, judging from his co-workers’ faces, had been going on for a while. “I don’t want her ending up in a body bag just like the others!” 

Inhaling deeply, y/n turned around the corner to show herself in the entrance of the open door. “I’ll do it,” she announced, capturing the agents’ attention. 

“Y/N–” Spencer tried, his eyes filling with worry. 

“Whatever it takes to catch this guy, Spence. We have to do it. So, use me.” 

Spencer exhaled in defeat before walking up to her. “You’re certain?” he asked, placing his hands on her cheeks, his fingers tangling up in her hair. Y/N nodded, the pads rubbing against her temples. “I promise you, nothing’s gonna happen to you, all right? I-I’ll make sure of it.”

“You’re gonna be wired the entire time, so we can hear everything you’re saying,” Hotch continued to reassure her, causing her to turn towards him. Spencer dropped his hands as she did so. 

“We’ll put a tracker on you and we’re gonna be there, just a few feet away from you,” Rossi continued.

Nodding her head, y/n felt more and more confident about this whole idea. She looked back up at Spencer into those honey colored eyes she had become so infatuated with over the course of knowing him as her next-door-neighbor-turned friend. 

“Now, here’s the plan,” Hotch said and began explaining everything in detail before the entire team – including y/n – started gearing up for it. The agents all got into their bulletproof vests, made sure their guns were loaded while JJ and Penelope helped y/n wire up. 

As the agents moved to get to their vehicles, Spencer grabbed y/n’s wrist to pull her back for a moment. “You’re sure about this?” 

“Yes, Spencer, I am. We need to catch him before he gets to the rest of that musical scale.” The boy nodded before heaving in a deep breath. “Besides, I’ve got you to protect me, don’t I?” 

A wide smile befell Spencer’s lips. “Yeah, you do.” 

Once the both of them were convinced enough, Spencer joined the rest of his team in the SUV, while y/n got into her own car. She reached for her phone and dialed the number she hadn’t call in a couple of days. Nerves rushed through her veins in time with the dial tone that beeped in her ears. 

“What do you want?” he snapped immediately. 

Pushing back all the anger and nerves, y/n forced herself to let out a sob. “I’m sorry, Tristan. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said that night. You were right, I was being a bitch and I’ve been stupid but I’ve come to my senses now and I-I want you back, Tris. Can you-Can you meet me at our special spot?” Her voice sounded tearful and innocent enough for him to cave straight away. 

She heard the man sigh on the other side of the line. The sound of it alone sent shivers down her spine. “Sure, baby. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” 

“Okay,” y/n sniffled. “Thank you, baby. See you there.” 

Tristan hung up the phone before y/n slammed her flip phone shut with a sigh. “Did that sound convincing enough?” she asked, knowing the agents had been listening. 

“You’re a natural actress, mama,” said Derek, his smile audible in his tone. 

Smiling too, y/n started her car and drove off with the SUV just a few feet behind her. Now, the anxiety was really kicking in. So much could be going wrong. Spencer and his co-workers could be too late, leaving Tristan an open window for him to kill her the way he’d done his ex-girlfriends. She could just be the next victim. 

As if he could read her mind, Spencer’s voice came through her earpiece. “Hey, you’re gonna do great. You got this, okay? And we’ve got you…” he paused for a second as if debating his next words. “I’ve got you.” Something must’ve distracted him as a silence presided over a soft “What?” 

“Man, you’re so in love with her,” that was Derek’s voice, y/n was sure. 

“What? No I’m not.” 

“Yeah, you are,” Emily chuckled. 

Spencer scoffed when Derek spoke up again next. “When are you asking her out?” 

Grinning, and completely ignoring the heat rising to her cheeks. “Yeah, Spence, when are you gonna ask me out?” The agents fell completely silent. Spencer probably hadn’t even realized he was still holding the button of the walkie-talkie. “Honey, when I can’t hear something on your end, you should probably release the button. I could literally hear everything.” 

“I–uh…” Spencer muttered, clearly embarrassed by what had just happened. 

“Tell you what, if I get out of this alive, we’re getting coffee together. How’s that sound?” 

“When,” he quickly corrected me. “When you get out of this.” 

A smile tugged carefully at y/n’s lips. “Yeah. When.” 

Y/N pulled over in the park’s lot and before she could get out, she had to heave in a deep breath. Coming here brought way too many memories of them going on dates together, eating ice cream. The happy memories that all just felt like one big lie now that she knew who he really was. 

“All right, y/n,” Hotch’s voice sounded through her earpiece. “You remember what we agreed. Get him riled up enough that he confesses.” 

Y/N sniffed. “What if I get him so riled up he attacks?” she muttered, looking around to make sure no one could witness her talking to herself. 

“That won’t happen. And if it does, we’ve got him surrounded,” Hotch reassured her. 

Those words were enough for her to get into her position. On that very bench near the lake was where they’d ended their very first date. It was their special spot. Tristan had even carved their initials into the wood of the backrest. Y/N’s eyes found the carving quickly when she noticed the other initials too. 

D+T R+T M+T F+T S+T

“Seems this bench isn’t just our special spot,” she grumbled, scoffing at herself that he had made her believe she was special. She was just one of the many. The next girlfriend. The next victim. 

“Layla? Baby?” His voice alone sent shivers down her spine. She quickly shook the feeling off and turned around to look at him. Those dark blonde curls, the piercing blue eyes. While she had loved all of that at one point, she felt nothing but resentment and hatred towards every aspect of him. 

Y/N got up from the bench and made her way towards him. “I’m so glad you wanted to see me,” she said, trying to keep that hatred out of her voice. “I-I’ve made a big mistake, Tristan. I am so sorry.”

A chuckle rolled off his lips. “What are you even talking about, Lay?” 

“I–” She had to come up with something. Something that would rile him up. “I slept with him,” she blurted out, cursing at herself for doing so, but then she decided to roll with it. “Yeah, I slept with him behind your back, Tristan.” 

His jaw clenched visibly. “It’s that good-for-nothing Spencer, isn’t it?” His words were dripping with venom, sounding like he either wanted to kill her or Spencer. 

Y/N coughed, slightly embarrassed that the man himself could hear everything she was espousing. Even worse was that his friends could hear it, too. “Y-yeah… I’m so, so sorry, Tris. It was dumb and I just–” 

Scoffing, Tristan shook his head. “You’re the exact same as those bitches!” he yelled. “Whores, the lot of you! WHORES!” Y/N’s eyes darted around to make sure no one else was in the vicinity to hear his breakdown. 

“What are you talking about, Tristan?” she asked innocently, hoping it would evoke the right answer. 

“You and Solange, and Mia, … Y’all are one and the same, making me feel… incompetent…” 

Y/N’s head tilted slightly. “Ever think it might just be that?” she asked, eyes filled with fire. “Don’t you think that’s the reason why I ran to Spencer the first opportunity I had? You’re incompetent, you always value yourself above everyone else and you’re just fucking weak.” Between every single one of those last words, y/n took a step closer towards the boy she once fell for. He was towering over her, but it didn’t intimidate y/n in the slightest. She was on fire. She would get that confession out of him. “And Spencer?” she asked. “He’s twice the man you’ll ever be.” 

Though she was just saying those words to evoke a reaction from Tristan, they did hold some truth. Over the course of a couple weeks, Spencer and y/n had grown closer and closer. At first, it was just chats in the hallway, but it quickly evolved into spending nights together for dinner, watching movies. Spencer was someone she could talk to about everything and he’d listen, offer her the statistics and calm her down whenever she needed it. Up until now, she had just thought of them as good friends, but now that she was thinking about it, what she felt when she was with him was little more than that. 

“At least Spencer knows how to treat a woman,” she spat, immediately regretting her words when she felt the cold tip of the barrel against her forehead. No matter how scared she felt, she tried her hardest not to show it. “Do it then. Shoot. Kill me like you killed all your other exes,” she whispered, hoping the reverse psychology would work on him, hoping the words would have the agents spring into action. 

“FBI! Drop your weapon!” Hotch’s voice bellowed through the nightair. “Tristan Bell, drop your weapon and step away from the girl.” 

Sending one last glare at his ex-girlfriend, Tristan raised his hands in surrender before placing his gun on the grass. Y/N let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding before allowing herself to fall into JJ’s arms, who was approaching her to get her out of there anyway. 

“You did so great,” JJ whispered as she held the woman in her arms, guiding her towards a picnic bench a little further down, away from Tristan. Y/N cried in JJ’s arms, her body shaking with sobs while the blonde liaison soothed her. “You’re okay. You’re okay.” 

“Y/N? You okay?” Spencer’s familiar voice captured her attention. 

With bloodshot eyes and thick tears running down her cheeks, y/n looked up to find his beautiful honey eyes looking down at her, laced with worry. Letting out another cry, she launched herself into his arms, grateful to find her usual solace against his chest. 

“It’s over,” he whispered, allowing his fingers to tangle into her hair to scratch her scalp ever so softly. “You’re okay.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “How about you and I go for that coffee, huh?” 

Sniffling, y/n pushed herself off him to look at him. “Yeah.” 

“Yeah?” he asked, smiling. 

Y/N simply nodded and allowed him to guide her back to her car where he asked for her keys. He had left his bulletproof vest and gun with JJ, knowing y/n needed him more than the team did at this moment. 

The rest of the night, y/n and Spencer spent together in Spencer’s apartment with the coffee they’d grabbed from the nearest diner. Neither of them really wanted to be out at that moment. They just wanted to spend it together, in the confines of either one of their apartments. Though y/n did prefer his over her own. 

“Do you think I can only attract bad men?” she asked, not moving away from her very safe spot on his chest. 

“Mmh, no,” he replied, not really having to think about it. “I think you just had a bit of bad luck with this one. It honestly can happen to so many people. We’re unconsciously searching for somebody who has a conglomeration of negative and positive traits of the caretakers from our childhood.” 

“You’re saying I chose to be with Tristan because he reminded me of my parents?” y/n asked, looking up at him without taking her head off his chest. 

Spencer shrugged. “I mean, we all do that, we just don’t realize that we do.” 

“How do I find the right guy?” she then asked in a mumble, her eyes fixated on her fingers that were playing around with Spencer’s. 

A soft smile tugged at his lips. “You open your eyes.” 

At that, y/n looked up to find him looking down at her. The sparkle in his honey eyes and the soft smile that played on his lips got her stomach doing flips. In the time span she had known Spencer, she had never felt her stomach do these things. But she liked it. A lot. 

Y/N lifted her head and very cautiously leaned in closer until her lips brushed his. The kiss was hesitant at first, as if both of them were just trying to scout the area they were threading. But then Spencer’s free hand cupped her jaw and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. 

Pulling back, y/n couldn’t help the smile that etched its way to her lips. 

“Consider them opened.” 

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[lizzie-is-here]

lonely is a man without love- series masterlist

summary: you’re an ex-black widow, now working with the avengers. and marc spector, a soldier gone vigilante, is your target. so who’s this steven guy, and what’s up with the giant skeleton bird?

relationships: moon boys x fem!reader

total wordcount: 20k

warnings: violence, language, episode five, specific warning listed in each part

ALSO I’M DELETING LAYLA I’M SORRY I LOVE HER TOO BUT I FOR THE SAKE OF THE FIC I MUST

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part i- the mission

“and i say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness.” -mahmoud darwish

you head to britain to begin your most recent assignment: to find the vigilante marc spector.

part ii- the scarab

“the moon taught me there is beauty in darkness too” - marine ashnalikyan

steven gets arrested, there’s a cult, and apparently, a magic bug. how did you get roped into this?

part iii- cairo

“i am a deserted sky, and you are the moonlight” - manoj muntashir

arthur harrow causes more problems

part iv- the hunt

“the moon in me finds the sky in you” - dikshasuman

a bit of breaking and entering, a touch of mummy surgeons

part v- the boat

“we are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side” - kahlil gibran

grave robbing and a shootout lands you in a bit of trouble. ok, i guess being dead is a lot of trouble

part vi- fault

“someday someone will bring the moon down for you in the shape of their love” - dikshasuman

a dive into the past to save the future

part vii- choice

“hug me like the night holds the moon” - alexandra vasiliu

two resurrections that could arguably give that jesus dude a run for his money

part viii- home

“love you to the moon and to saturn” - taylor swift

you come back from your mission with a little more than you expected. namely, a boyfriend.

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lee heeseung.

*how to get back at your ex - f2l, coworkers au, fluff, smut (mdni) - 19.9k

When you catch your boyfriend of four years cheating on you on the day of your anniversary, your first reflex is to get black-out drunk by yourself at a bar near your place. There, you run into your colleague and close friend Heeseung, and together, you come up with a plan to get back at Sunghoon for what he did. But as you carry out your pranks with Heeseung, you realize that maybe, what they say about love is true - sometimes, it is right there in front of you, patiently waiting for you to recognize to it.

hey, heeseung! - best friend's brother au, fluff, angst and smut (mdni) - completed series [3/3]

Your longstanding crush on Heeseung only quadruples in size when he comes home from his first year of university, looking better than he's ever had - and in your eyes, that's saying something. Tension builds between the two of you over the summer, until it inevitably explodes. The catch? He's your best friend's brother.

park jongseong.

*all i see is gold - academic rivals to lovers au, fake dating au, college au, fluff, slight angst and smut (mdni) - 27.1k

Pretending to be your number one rival's girlfriend to please his parents isn't how you would usually spend a Thursday night, but you really owe Jay a big one this time. You'd sworn this was just a one-time thing - and yet when his parents ask you to come again, the word 'yes' is out before you can stop it. Before you know it and much to your dismay, your feelings for Jay start to change, and you're in too deep to backtrack.

sim jaeyun.

kiwi and layla - high school au, s2f2l, fluff, angst - part of the unexpected collab - 26.3k

After a test, you mistake Jake’s backpack for your own and you each go home with the other’s bag. Both of you are too curious for your own good, so you quickly find out that you excel in the subject the other is failing - ensues a mutual tutoring agreement that turns into much more than what you expected.

bad news first - college au, childhood f2l, fluff, smut (mdni) - 23k

From the moment you'd met at eight to the day he moved to South Korea at fourteen, you and Jake were inseparable. But after years of being apart, you've come to terms with the fact that at twenty, you and Jake just aren't what you used to be. That is until you get a text from him, and all of a sudden, he's back by your side, doing his year abroad at the university you study at, and all your feelings for him float back up to the surface.

park sunghoon.

moonlight - dirty dancing au, s2l, fluff, angst, smut (mdni) - 32.2k

In August 1963, your monotonous summer vacation becomes a lot more exciting when you meet a group of dancers that work as the entertainment staff of the resort you and your family are staying at. Your fascination with them, and particularly dancers and close friends Sunghoon and Chaewon, pushes you to help them out by taking Chaewon's place at another hotel's show when she's unable to dance. The week you spend with Sunghoon as he teaches you to dance and the events thereafter give you a lot more than the ability to mambo.

*we'll always have this summer - summer au, s2f2l, fluff, angst, smut (mdni) - 25.9k

Your mom ruins your summer plans by sending you to the equestrian center your grandmother owns in the south of France, wanting you to spend some time away from the city and take a break from your med studies. Although you’d been determined to spend the worst time ever there, you soon find out that maybe the cold but cute horse nerd next door who doesn’t want to talk to you might actually turn this summer into the best one of your life.

*cherry pits - dilf!hoon, s2l, neighbors au, summer au, smut (mdni) - 12.9k

Your alarmingly empty bank account forces you to find a last-minute summer job so that you can afford a trip with your friends. The extremely handsome customer that comes into the store just happens to be a young single dad who’s renovating the old house next to yours. The tension that settles between the two of you as you start helping him fix up his house soon becomes unbearable, but it’s all one-sided anyway, right? (Spoiler: wrong.)

*real me, real you - fake dating, high school au, slight e2l, slight love triangle, fluff, angst - 22.9k

You’re your school’s popular pretty smart girl, but with a twist - you lead a completely different life at home, where you are messy, lazy and foul-mouthed. Only your family and best friend Sumin know about this, until Park Sunghoon, of all people, finds out. The resident cold and arrogant heartbreaker of your school decides to blackmail you into doing his biddings - but you can’t say no, not even when he asks you to be his fake girlfriend, otherwise he’ll ruin your reputation. But as you and Sunghoon get closer, you realize that maybe he’s not so bad after all, and you may be more similar than you'd originally though - all while your old childhood friend Jay watches from the sidelines.

ot7.

their favorite form of skinship - bf!enha, fluff - 1.5k hiding in plain sight - sh, js, jy, jw - fluff - 1.7k 100 kisses event - prompt masterlist

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[boydepartment]

MY ONLY LOVE: Jake Sim x Reader: Ch. 15

description- y/n is an upcoming soloist in belift, she was previously in a disbanded group and the company decided to give her a chance. one day she runs into ex-boyfriend, jake sim, in the canteen. it was awkward and embarrassing and for weeks she tries to avoid him. you can’t avoid people forever though, especially when the company who gave her a chance tells her she has to fake date her ex boyfriend publicly.

genre- exes to lovers, fake dating, idol AU, romcom, fluff, comfort

includes- enhypen, y/n (obviously), bahiyyih (kep1er), hikaru (kep1er), p1 harmony, different idol cameos (i.e probably mark lee, bangchan, new jeans, etc)

WRITTEN CHAPTER- 500+ WORDS

“YOU TAKE WALKS TOO?”

when you got to jakes house, arriving with him, you were taken back by his mom putting you in a bone crushing hug.

“Y/N! DARLING!” she laughed as she wrapped her arms around you, layla got up from her dog bed and started to wiggle at the commotion.

“hi again mrs. sim!” you hugged her back and knelt down to pet layla.

“she remembers you!” mrs. sim smiled down at you and the dog. jake just stood there awkwardly at this interaction, it was difficult to take in you guessed. i mean, it’s not everday that your ex girlfriend from trainee days is in your home again, and now she’s your fake girlfriend.

“and you! you need to try to come home more often!” jake’s mom hugged him after that and let you both farther in the house.

it was just as you remembered it, the family portraits, old trophies from school, even the décor was the same. it shouldn’t be surprising to you, it was more homey than surprising.

you and jake sat at the table as his mom started giving you life updates about the sim family, it was really nice to be around familiarity. you didn’t get that often anymore. what really scared you was that this felt right.

“sooo jaeyun told me about the contract.” she flipped around and leaned against the counter, “is it going okay? they aren’t being weird towards either of you right?”

jake’s mom always looked out for you when you were a trainee and it was refreshing that she was still looking out for you even now, “yeah… i am okay, the only really bad thing was the whole group drama and the fansign…”

from the corner of your eye you saw jake tense up. in fact anytime the fansign was brought up he seemed to become tense.

“i know honey, jaeyun was telling me that some stuff like that was going on with you.” she sighed and handed you a cup of water. you thanked her and took a sip, jake was silent and his ears were pink.

“jaeyun it is not embarrassing that you made sure she was okay!” his mom had a shit eating grin on her face, you couldn’t help but smile behind your cup.

jake blushed harder and groans throwing his head back, “mom stop! you don’t need to tell her!”

his mom started laughing, “anyways, i will leave you two be for a bit alright?” at that she walks off to another room of the house.

“so you kept tabs on me?” you asked, smiling. jake side eyes you and you start laughing.

“its not funny! i just wanted to make sure you were doing okay but i was too shy to approach you! i thought you hated me so anytime something bad would happen to you i would go walking because i was always so stressed because-“

you were smiling and jake stopped talking, embarrassed, “you take walks too? when you’re stressed?”

jake nodded silently

“maybe we should start taking walks together then.” you smiled at him, “if that’s okay.”

“YES- i mean yes, yeah that’s cool. we can do that!”

you took another sip of your water, “good, i’m glad. we should visit here more often too…”

jake’s mouth dropped before he smiled, “sounds good y/n… sounds good…”

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Omar Weston thought he was going to have an uneventful summer... After getting kicked out of his New York apartment because of a sordid indiscretion with his roommate’s fiancé, Omar high-tails it to sunny Southern California to regroup. He runs into his gorgeous ex-boyfriend Brent, and a dazzling former childhood playmate, Layla. Their reunion forces the sexy bisexual heartbreaker into some unexpected entanglements. Brent Canales-Stapleson is a working-class stiff in the middle of opening his very own auto body shop. New business challenges are on the horizon, but they are nothing compared to reuniting with his cheating ex, Omar. Can time heal old wounds? Especially ones littered with heartache and trust issues? Layla Maree is a Black goth who manages an erotic bookstore. A hook-up with her former childhood friend appears to be the perfect solution for her man drought. However, Brent throws a monkey wrench into her romantic pursuit of Omar, driving her to settle for a platonic friendship with a guy who could be her soul mate. Bouncing between old love and new, Omar's life expands when he gives polyamory a try. He discovers that juggling two hearts might be better than one. CW: Be warned: This book contains explicit sex (M/M, M/F), polyamory, recreational drug use, and the “N” word used by one character. In the words of Biggie “If ya don’t know, now ya know.

[eyelessfaces]

three is the magic number

marc spector x layla el faouly x reader

hello lgbtq community

summary: marc is more than surprised to see that you're able to get along with his ex wife when she passes by to pick up her stuff left at yours and marc's shared place, and 'get along' is an understatement.

warnings: smut, threesome, unprotected piv, face sitting, oral, a bit of alcohol. self indulgent because this fic is just me fulfilling my bisexual desires

tags: fem!reader, established relationship with marc, marc and layla are divorced.

word count: 3k

You couldn’t help but obviously be a bit nervous when your boyfriend had told you his ex wife would visit to pick up the stuff left at your shared apartment. You didn’t even know some of her stuff was still here, Marc probably had buried it to forget his broken marriage and focus on you, you hoped.

You and Marc had been together for a while now.

He rarely ever talked about Layla even though you knew they had left on good terms. You knew he didn’t think about her anymore and you knew that he was in love with you but you couldn’t help but feel self conscious at the idea of him seeing her again, especially because they still got along. Yes, this was kinda selfish. But from the few things he had told you about her, she seemed like a good partner, and you couldn’t help but feel scared that Marc would want to give up on you to go back with her.

At least that was your biggest concern before you saw her.

There she was; standing in your living room, a cardboard box in hands, and a soft and polite smile on her face. God, you were so conflicted and straight up panicking. 

All you could feel inside was a weird feeling of jealousy and of envy mixed with attraction and guilt.

She was so pretty and bright and charismatic and it was so wrong of you to feel that way, so flustered with your heart beating so fast when your boyfriend was standing there right beside you.

You felt Marc nudge your side and you abruptly turned to him, coming back to your senses. He mouthed you a “you okay?” to which you simply nodded before looking back at Layla and offering her something to drink.

Marc clearly didn’t expect things to happen the way it did. He expected the encounter to be tense and awkward, and you to be jealous and uptight. He expected it to be cut as short as possible, just taking enough time for Layla to gather her things and leave immediately after doing so.

So of course he was baffled when he saw his ex wife and actual girlfriend getting along so well, almost feeling left out in the middle of the situation. 

You and Layla were laughing so brightly, talking and sharing stories and getting to know each other, even joking about Marc.

Marc had no idea how to feel about this. Was he happy that you two got along? Was he mesmerized about the way you didn’t even look mad for one second when she stepped into your shared apartment? He was mostly confused about it all.

He only confronted you about the subject once it was bedtime, even though every detail about the confrontation brewed all day long.

“So Layla, hm?” he asks, getting in bed, sliding under the sheets before snuggling up next to you.

“Mh? What about her” you ask absent mindedly, focused on your book.

“Well I don’t know, you seemed to get along pretty well” he says nuzzling your hair, closing his eyes as he gently kisses your cheek once.

You blink and close your book, putting it on the nightstand next to you.

“Yeah. She’s pretty charming. Nice girl, you chose her well” you say turning to him.

He lets out a stupid chuckle and shakes his head.

“You’re the chosen one now” he declares before leaning in to kiss you.

“Very solemn” you whisper against his lips, pulling him in for another kiss. “But just so you know, I’m not jealous. At all.” you declare turning away, reaching for your book. “We could even be friends. I took her number”

“You did?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Hmm.” 

You open back your book and start reading again until Marc brings the subject back.

“Don’t you think this could be a bad idea?” he asks, perplexed.

“This can’t be a bad idea Marc. This is in fact probably the best option out there. This objectively couldn’t have gone better for the three of us.”

“Mh. Great then.” he hums. “But get that book away” he groans, snatching the book from your hands and burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

You giggle at the feeling of his kisses against your sensitive skin, then things get heated and you can’t help but wonder how Marc used to make love to Layla when they were still together.

It takes a week for you to be greeted with a text from Layla. And when you read it, you can’t help but feel like a stupid teenager with a crush. This is a strange feeling, really.

You feel guilty about all of this, especially regarding Marc. You love him, you truly do. Hell, you’re even madly in love with him. But Layla? Layla is mesmerizing, charismatic, funny and has a pretty smile. Everything about her is endearing and it feels like what you feel about Marc again. Are you in love with her? This would be stupid. You just saw her once. You were just getting lost and it was just a small crush that wouldn’t last. And it would be unfair to even act on it because you would never do such a thing to Marc. He deserved way better. 

But the thrill of that growing strange feeling makes you accept her invitation to meet again.

You meet at a cafe and chat, getting to know each other in depth, talking about your childhoods and where you walked to be where you’re at today. She tells you how she met Marc and so do you. No tension and rivalry in sight regarding his topic. The more she tells you about her the more you feel drawn to her and you talk so much that it’s getting late for an afternoon so you offer her that the both of you go get groceries to have a nice dinner with Marc.

The idea of a “nice dinner” quickly turns into something simpler and way less fancy;  appetizer cakes and pizzas, and just enough alcohol to make cocktails.

When Marc sees you, hands full of groceries stumbling into the apartment accompanied by a joyfully laughing Layla, he can’t help but wonder what on earth is happening to him. 

Any other girlfriend wouldn’t want to see her boyfriend’s ex wife ever again, and here you are, practically best friends with her after only the second time seeing each other.

You put the groceries down on the table and greeted Marc with a kiss, and he stiffly waved at Layla after you made way to show him that she was there as if he didn’t notice.

He relaxed a bit when you told him about the cafe you went to and when you started integrating him into your conversations and – already – inside jokes you and Layla came up with.

The evening slowly takes a turn when you start making cocktails. You’re all a bit tipsy; Marc is still fine but offered you to settle down and watch a movie after you almost sprained your ankle from being too devoted to dancing with Layla like it was the party of the year.

It was probably the alcohol in your system but everything felt too hot around you and you had trouble focusing on the movie. 

You were in the middle of the couch, and you couldn’t deny that it was the most perfect spot ever. Marc had his arm wrapped around you and for a reason that you ignored but appreciated, your fingers were tangled with Layla’s, and she was gently fiddling with them as her eyes were planted on the screen. Marc whispered in your ear that he had to leave to take some beers from the fridge and you nodded before staring back at Layla’s to examine her delicate face and features.

She caught you staring and turned to you, sending you a sly smirk as her hand shifted to your lower back, gently stroking the skin under the thin fabric of your shirt. 

A soft gasp left your mouth, and her smirk grew wider in seconds. 

You gave up and did what your body and most likely alcohol was aching to do. You shifted to straddle her and leaned in for a firm kiss that quickly turned into a make out session after she kissed you back without hesitation.

Marc should have felt bad when he came back, like every guy would feel if his girlfriend was roughly kissing someone else. But now what? He didn’t think he had ever seen something so hot.

He has no idea how to come back to the couch. Should he tell you to stop? Should he throw a joke about how badly he wants to join? Should he just sit besides you and watch until you realize he’s here?

Marc waves off Jake’s filthy comment and simply comes back to the couch and puts the beers down on the coffee table before plopping down next to you and Layla, whispering a “getting comfortable here?” in the shell of your ear.

His question doesn’t go unnoticed as you turn to him to give him the same treatment you gave Layla. You kiss him abruptly, and he cups your face at your jawline as your tongue slips into his mouth. 

Still sat on Layla’s lap, you beggin grinding against her as Marc cups your left breast and Layla squeezes the right one. Marc is hesitant at first; but he quickly relaxes when he realizes that he’s probably fulfilling a fantasy many have, and a fantasy that he realizes he might also have. He also feels reassured by the fact that he knows the both of you well; he’s not sure he’d be serene if it was with anyone other than you and Layla. 

You moan softly against his mouth and the boner in his pants grows bigger and bigger each second. 

Layla’s hand shifts from your breast to the bottom of your shirt, making you and Marc pull away as she takes it off. You take advantage of the situation to go back to her mouth as Marc carefully watches each of your actions, aroused even more as he sees you kissing his ex so passionately. 

You mirror Layla’s actions and take off her shirt, tossing it aside before your mouths reconnect and your hands roam around her body, carefully tracing each curve. You decide to get up from the couch and change plans, taking Marc’s and Layla’s hand to lead them to the bed where you know you’re gonna be more comfortable and where Marc will fully be able to take part in the project.

Marc sits down on the bed and you sit besides him, making him take off his shirt and tshirt. Layla places herself behind him, massaging his tense shoulders as you unbuckle his belt and take off his jeans. 

You notice the bulge in his boxers is ridiculously huge and you smirk at the sight, straddling his lap to grind yourself against his clothed erection. 

He grunts softly at the feeling and Layla puts her fingertips to his chin, making him turn so they could kiss. You never thought you’d get so wet at the sight of your boyfriend and his ex kissing but here you were.

You start humping faster and Marc loudly moans into Layla’s mouth, making her grin smugly.

You stop grinding against Marc as an idea crosses your mind. Your face shifts closer to them and Marc pulls away from Layla’s mouth, and looks at you with lustful eyes, eager to kiss you again, but you just whisper to them,

“Show me how you used to fuck”

And you don’t need to ask them twice. Layla takes off her pants as soon as you leave Marc’s lap and pull his boxers off. Marc lays down on the bed and you gently brush his hair back, waiting for Layla to get prepared.

Layla’s knees rest at either side of Marc’s thighs, and soft gasp leaves her mouth as she sits on his cock. 

Curse words escape Marc’s mouth, and he tightly grips Layla’s hips as she starts rocking up and down his length and you watch the delightful scene in front of you, amazed at what’s happening.

You take your pants off and start rubbing yourself through your panties as you approach Layla and kiss her neck eagerly. Your free hand meets her breast and you carefully rub circles on her nipple, making sweet moans escape her mouth. 

“Sit on his face” she lets out in a breath, and you’re willing to execute it in a second. You take off your panties so fast they almost rip off, and you bend down to languidly kiss Marc but gasp into his mouth when you feel Layla’s fingers rubbing along your soaking folds. She breaks contact and licks her fingers, hungry for your wetness.

You crawl over and swing a leg above Marc’s pretty face and sit down on it, facing Layla.

Marc hums against your pussy and the vibration sends a shockwave through your body, and he doesn’t even give you time to get over it as he immediately starts licking long stripes, burying and twisting his tongue through your folds and into your hole like a starved bastard. His left hand shifts to grip your hip, his other still firmly holding Layla’s.

You can’t help but grind yourself harder against Marc’s face, the friction feeling so damn good. 

Marc feels obligated to fasten his pace when he hears yours and Layla’s pretty sounds. 

He bucks his hips forward, desperate to reach deeper into Layla, and laps even further into your cunt.

He feels so good and even begins to wonder if it’s not what heaven’s like. Steven’s and Jake's comments get him worked up even more; how he is so damn lucky and how they wished it could be them fronting.

Layla suddenly climbs off of him, making him whine against you at the lack of movement to his worked up cock, but he shrugs it off by bringing even more attention to your pussy. He pulls your hips down more on his face, practically burying himself in your pussy, and Layla brings a hand to your clit to fiercely rub it to help you reach your already growing fast orgasm.

You mirror your action as your hand cups her crotch, sliding down to her folds.

You slide two fingers inside of her, knowing that she’s already stretched out, and your thumb vividly strokes her clit.

She lets out a sinful moan before you attach your lips to hers, your moans drowning in each other's mouth, and your peripheral vision notices that Marc has brought his hand to his aching, needy cock.

Marc’s tongue and Layla’s thumb become too much suddenly; you hiss and almost let a cry out as your pussy clenches against Marc, your juices releasing all over his pretty face as he growls deeply. Your eyes widen as you ride out your orgasm with small “fuck, Marc”s and as Layla gently kisses the top of your head.

You get away from Marc’s face, gently combing through his hair as he catches his breath.

“You did so good, baby” you breathe out, light headed, before leaving a kiss to his forehead.

Your attention comes back to Layla as you realize that you left her out and stopped fingering her while you were overstimulated and orgasming.

You kiss her, your tongue needily tangling against hers as you continue twisting your fingers inside of her as you make her lay down on the bed.

Your mouth leaves her to trail down on her, leaving wet and sloppy kisses along her god like body. Your mouth stops and fans over her soaked core, and a gasp escapes her lips as your tongue starts rolling around her clit.

It’s your time to gasp aloud when you suddenly feel Marc’s cock sliding into your sensitive pussy from behind. He smiles at your reaction and grips your hips tight to pound into you faster and deeper.

“Don’t leave me out of this” he groans firmly as the sound of your skin echo loudly through the room. 

You whimper against Layla’s clit, sending vibrations as your fingers curl deeper and deeper inside of her.

The room is filled by Layla’s and Marc’s moans; yours are muffled against Layla, sending her waves of vibration and bringing her closer to her climax.

Marc’s hold on your hips is so tight and his hands are anchored so deep in your flesh you’re pretty sure it’s gonna leave marks. You let out a loud whimper and Layla quickly joins you with pornographic sounds as she grabs your hair to bury yourself into her cunt while her walls clench around your mouth and fingers. 

She cries in pleasure so prettily, chanting your name between broken moans and shaky breaths, and that added to Marc’s movements makes you build a second orgasm so fast.

Your pussy clenches around Marc’s cock intensely, pulsating again and again as your eyes squeeze shut at the blissful feeling, and Marc lets out an animalistic growl as you feel his cum shoot up inside of you. 

Marc gets out of you and the three of you lay down on the bed, you in the middle again, breathless, and the three of you pant heavily as you’re coming down from your high.

“Fucking hell” Marc sighs, putting a hand to his forehead to brush back the sweaty curls falling over his face.

The three of you giggle and you can’t help but smile like an idiot, dizzy from what you just experienced, and you turn to kiss Layla so she can taste herself on your tongue.

You turn to Marc and repeat your previous action, then rest your head against his shoulder.

You exhale loudly, coming back to your senses.

“Remember when you told me this might be a bad idea?” you whisper against his hot skin, leaving a kiss there.

“Mh” he hums. “It was not” he chuckles, his glance darting over Layla.

She smiles at him and she shifts to snuggle against you, the three of you brought close to each other.

It definitely was not a bad idea.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #marc spector imagine #marc spector fanfiction #marc spector fluff #marc spector #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight fluff #marc spector fic #marc spector smut #moon knight smut #steven grant smut #jake lockley smut #layla el faouly #layla el faouly x reader #layla el faouly x marc spector #layla el faouly fanfiction #layla el faouly smut #layla el faouly x you #layla el faouly x marc spector x reader #marc spector x layla el faouly #marc spector x layla el faouly x reader #scarlet scarab #marc x layla

[howaboutcastiel]

HowAboutCastiel's Fic Masterlist

I guess I’ve written enough fics that I kinda need to make one of these now 🤷‍♀️

Request Rules

Currently, I have fics published from the Moon Knight, Daredevil, Mandalorian, and Last of Us universes. Feel free to request beyond these fandoms, though <3

Star Wars

Din Djarin x Reader:

Out of This World (18+): You only get to see The Mandalorian when he comes to visit your cantina in Mos Espa. He seems to be finding more reasons to stop by.

The Apostate (18+): Din broke the creed. He removed his helmet and, as a result, opened himself up to possibilities he couldn’t have ever conceived of before. (Plus an expansion)

And Also With You (18+): As an ex-Jedi, you had found a good planet to hide on, and you were satisfied with the quiet. That was, until a mandalorian with a reputation wandered into your quaint little village.

Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth:

Find a New Way (18+): For the safety of his son, Din attempts to escape the cult he was raised in, with help from the sheriff of the next town over.

Moon Knight

Steven Grant x Reader:

All I Desire (18+): Reader has not been in a relationship in a while and is scared to have sex with Steven for the first time.

On My Command (18+): You want to wind down after a bad day at work, but Steven is over-eager as always.

Let Me Take It: (CW) You had a bad day that leads to a spiral. Steven tries to help you through it.

Set The Record Straight (18+): In the heat of an argument you imply that Steven is a pushover.

Helping You Through II

Hold Me Together: Hey! Could I make a request for one of the moon bois (your choice!) helping you out after you get home from a particularly rough therapy session?

The Tour Guide (18+): The reader has never been in a serious relationship, and now things are moving forward in her relationship with Steven.

From the Ground Up… Again (18+): After you were injured on a mission, Steven helps you get back on your feet with some tender love and care.

Marc Spector x Reader:

The Silver-Plated Moon: An overstimulating day away from your boys leads to a meltdown, causing you to accidentally break one of the most precious gifts you’ve ever received.

How Do I Ask? (18+): You loved the way that your boyfriend Marc made love to you. That being said, sometimes you longed for something… rougher.

Keep Me Warm: it’s cold outside. Like, really really cold. Marc doesn’t seem to mind, and he likes to tease you about your intolerance to the ice and wind.

A Reminder (18+): Marc x Reader x Layla. Thats it. That’s the plot.

Helping You Through I

From the Ground Up (18+): Getting lost on a mission is a terrifying experience. Being found in the nick of time by the man you love most is a captivating one. (Marc x Male!Reader)

Uncharted Territory: "I was wondering if you could do something with the reader and Marc are going to make love for the first time and she’s nervous bc she has SH scars and her and Marc never talked about that part of her life?"

Jake Lockley x Reader:

Make Your Acquaintance (Chaptered): You’re in a committed relationship with Marc and Steven, but have only heard of Jake through their descriptions. Intimidated by his reputation, you don’t know what to do when a mission gone awry brings Jake right to the front.

The Teddy Bear: The reader has a stuffed animal that they can’t sleep without. Embarrassed, they hide it away whenever their boyfriend, Jake, comes over.

Just a Bit Closer (18+): I was wondering if you could maybe do something with Papi Jake? Soft (only for his princess) Where the reader is craving some on-one time with him.

The Regular Surprise: (Extreme CW) On the night of a big town festival, she reaches her breaking point. A familiar face at an unfamiliar time may just be her last hope.

The Birthday Fic: It’s your birthday. You hope someone will remember.

Moon boys x Reader(2 or more):

Lunar Therapy Masterlist

Not My Intention: "maybe they’re at an office party and some guy comes to her when she’s alone and the boys get jealous since it’s obvious he’s trying to flirt with their girl."

The Birthday Fic: It’s your birthday. You don’t think anyone will remember.

That One Angsty Fic (TW): Sometimes you're your own worst enemy. The moon boys understand that, even when you don't at first.

I Can’t Help Myself (18+): Jake accidentally touches a cursed artifact while on a mission.

A Threatening Paradise: “Could you do a one shot where there’s an unwanted pregnancy scare eventually leading to a marriage proposal?”

Where’s Taweret When You Need Her?: You start your period and you don’t know how the boys are going to react to it.

Looking Good, Four Eyes: could you pls do a fic with the three moon boys where they’d see the reader with her glasses for the first time? 

Two Steps Forward (18+): A fun night with Jake ends up backfiring as Marc is triggered to front mid-coitus.

A Change of Heart: The reader is kidnapped by Harrow as leverage for Moon Knight to hand over the scarab.

Carry me home: Kicked out of your parents house at 16, you find yourself under the care of a cryptic taxi driver. (Jake Lockley accidentally adopts a teenager)

A Reminder: Layla and Marc punish you.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Non-Insert

Fire Within My Soul (Chaptered): Marc and Steven have a lot to contend with after they return from Cairo. The one thing on their minds, though, is Layla El-Faouly.

More Than Alright (18+): it’s Steven and Layla’s first time together. He’s nervous.

Marvel

Matt Murdock

Having sex with Matt in a stairwell (headcanon)

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

The Robe and Crown [18+]: Joel and Tommy are raiders. Not by choice, not for the thrill. They’re doing what they must to survive. So why, then, is Joel letting you tag along when you’re just another mouth to feed?

That Good Old Way: Picking up right where The Robe and Crown left off, Joel has decided to stay with you.

#steven grant #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant x reader #oscar isaac #moon knight x reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #masterlist #Din Djarin #The Mandalorian #Joel Miller #layla el faouly #The Last of Us #Star Wars

[jamiewintons]

You Deserve Better (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: You and your toxic boyfriend break up, and your best friend Jamie is there to comfort you.

Tags/Warnings: Friends to Lovers, discussions of toxic relationships/cheating. Reader’s ex bf is named Owen because I legitimately looked up a random name generator and that’s what came up. Sexual references. Misogyny (from the awful boyfriend).

A/N: Based on an anonymous request that reads - "can i request jamie comforting reader after a breakup but he's like He didnt treat u right he wasnt exactly nice to you. and then he confesses he likes u and just some nice comfort plssss". So, I hope that the anon and everyone else who chooses to read this enjoys it very much!

Word Count: 2658

Jamie Tag List: @demontoucansam @the-fandomgremlin @clydethesnake @abloomingspaceship @butlersluvbot

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Jamie had never liked your boyfriend. And it wasn’t because of the massive crush he had harboured for you since not long after the two of you became friends, no matter what Dave tried to say. Well, maybe it was a little bit about that, but Jamie also had plenty of valid reasons to hate the guy. For starters, he was a dick.

You had met Owen - the aforementioned dick of a boyfriend - at work about six months ago. Jamie had never been able to understand what you saw in him. Owen was rude, dismissive, and worst of all, utterly disrespectful of you. He mocked your interests, damaged your self-esteem with his 'opinions' on how you dressed and did your hair, and he especially didn’t approve of you having male friends - though thankfully, you were pretty adamant about keeping your friendships, but it did cause a lot of arguments that would often leave you crying on Jamie’s shoulder. 

Jamie always tried his best to be polite to Owen, even if deep down he hated the guy. He was sure he’d never disliked someone more in his entire life. You deserved to be treated like a princess, and Owen didn’t seem to appreciate how lucky he was to have been chosen by you. Dave often urged Jamie to make a move, but he didn’t want to be one of those weird guys who hit on their female friends. He worried that it would make you think that he’d only befriended you to try and get in your pants, and that couldn’t be further from the truth. When the two of you had met, Jamie was still mourning the disappearance of his wife, Layla, but his feelings of friendship for you slowly turned into romantic ones when he realised how sweet you were, and suddenly he realised you were the most beautiful woman in the world to him. He’d been sure he’d never move on from Layla, but you were the first person to make him want to try again.

But unfortunately, it was Owen that you liked, and not Jamie. All he could do was be a supportive friend and comfort you when you and Owen had yet another fight, but you’d always end up going back to him. It hurt Jamie to see you do that. Even if you didn’t come to the sudden realisation that you loved him, Jamie wanted to see you with someone who would make you happy, rather than someone who reduced you to tears every other week.

When he got your text saying that you and Owen had cheated on you and the two of you had broken up, Jamie couldn’t believe what he was reading. Cheating was a pretty evil thing to do in Jamie’s book as it was, but why the fuck would anyone ever cheat on you? You were smart, sweet, funny… as well as completely gorgeous - the whole package, really. Your only real flaw in Jamie’s eyes was that you didn’t see how wonderful you were (and that was probably part of the reason you ended up dating such a toxic nightmare). What he wouldn’t give to be able to tell you how amazing and beautiful he thought you were… but it would probably come off as weird, since you were just friends and you’d never expressed any romantic interest in him.

It was only about half an hour til the bank shut when Jamie got your text. You were probably the one of the only things in the world Jamie cared about more than his precious routine, so he asked someone else to close up for the night and left in a hurry. He made a quick trip to the shops to buy a tub of your favourite ice-cream - hoping to bring a smile to your face - and then headed straight to your house, knocking on your door and nervously fidgeting with his tie until you answered.

"Thought you might need this," Jamie said when you opened the door, your tear-stained cheeks making his heart ache. You were already wearing pyjamas despite the fact that it was only just after 6.30pm, so you were obviously going through a bit of a spiral. He couldn’t blame you for that after what had happened today.

"Thanks," you sniffled, taking the tub from Jamie’s hands and bringing him inside. You shut the door behind him, and went to place the ice cream on the table before moving back to give Jamie a hug. When you rested your head on his shoulder, he felt his heart melt. It took every ounce of his willpower to not press a gentle kiss to your forehead or run his fingers through your hair. He just wanted to hold you and make you smile again, but after a few moments you pulled away and he couldn’t help but mourn the loss of your body pressed against his. "I wasn’t expecting you to come over so quickly. You’re the best."

"It’s no problem." Jamie’s cheeks flushed a little when you called him 'the best', but he was happy that you didn’t seem to notice. He watched as you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a spoon so that you could start eating the ice cream he’d bought you straight from the tub. When you took your first mouthful of the ice cold dessert, your eyes did brighten ever so slightly. Mission accomplished, he thought to himself. "You’re going through something horrible, and it’s the least I can do as your friend."

"You remembered my favourite ice cream flavour," you mused, and Jamie followed you into the living room so you could sit side by side on the sofa. Then, you stabbed your spoon into the ice cream once again so you could scoop some more out.

"Of course I did." That was a pretty basic thing to remember about someone you’d been close friends with for years, Jamie thought.

"Owen never would have remembered something like that." You released a long, deep sigh of exasperation, looking like you were about to start ranting. Jamie didn’t mind. He knew that you would definitely need to vent after everything that had happened, and besides… he thought you were cute when you started rambling. Ugh, he was so sappy. "He never remembered anything about me. Honestly, I’m surprised he even remembered my name most days."

For the next few minutes, you spoke at length about all of Owen’s flaws. Honestly, it was refreshing to see you speaking your mind about him like this. In the midst of all of you and Owen’s fights while you were still dating, you would blame yourself for all of your relationship issues, no matter how many times Jamie tried to convince you that it wasn’t your fault. So Jamie didn’t interrupt - except to quietly agree with your assessment of the situation - and allowed you all the time you needed to get things off your chest.

"And this is a bit of a TMI, but he was really selfish in bed. Like he did not care whether I enjoyed myself or not. So good luck to that girl I caught him with. Hope she’s good at faking orgasms." You laughed dismissively, and then ate another spoonful of ice cream.

Jamie’s face flushed slightly, partially because of your use of the word orgasm, but mostly because he was trying not to think about the fact that if he had a chance with you, he’d do everything he could to make sure you were satisfied, and— yeah, he needed to not think about that, otherwise he’d have an embarrassing problem on his hands, and he didn’t want to humiliate himself in front of you. Then, what you’d actually said - apart from the bit about sex - sunk in. You’d actually caught Owen with another woman? "Do you, uh… do you want to talk about what happened?" he asked, both because he wanted you to talk about what happened for your own good, but also because it would distract him from thinking about… well, satisfying you. "Only if you feel comfortable."

You sighed again, but this time you sounded tired, defeated. "There’s not much to tell, I suppose…" You dropped your spoon into the tub of ice cream. It seemed like you were all out. Jamie internally scolded himself for not getting you a bigger tub. "I went over to his flat because we’d had lunch plans earlier, and he’d stood me up. Turns out he’d forgotten about me because he was too busy shagging some other woman. I walked in on them in bed together."

Jamie noticed your eyes starting to well with tears as you recalled the story, so he put his arm around you. You seemed to be comforted by the gesture and rested your head on his shoulder again, melting Jamie’s heart once more. God, you were so precious, but he couldn’t think about that right now. You needed a supportive friend, not an idiot fawning over you.

"When they saw I’d walked in, the woman quickly got dressed and left. Once she was gone, Owen and I ended up having another fight." Your voice had begun to get a bit shaky, another sign that you might start crying. Jamie wanted to nip that in the bud - seeing you cry was honestly a heart-shattering sight - but it was what you said next that truly confused him. "When I asked him why he’d cheated, he said that he had every right because I’d cheated first."

"What?" Jamie asked, utterly baffled. That did not sound like you at all, and even if you had cheated, Jamie probably would have known about it already since he was your closest friend and you told him pretty much everything.

"That’s what I said! Then he was like 'Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about', and when I asked him to explain he said 'Don’t pretend that there’s not anything going on between you and that Jamie guy'…" You’d cleaned up what Owen had actually said, since he hadn’t used such kind words to refer to Jamie and you didn’t want him hearing such horrid things being said about him.

Oh Jesus Christ… Jamie thought to himself, his heart pounding fast inside of his ribcage. Owen had actually thought that you and him had some kind of secret affair going on? He couldn’t help but feel like everything you’d gone through today was his fault, since Owen had believed he was justified in cheating because you apparently had already cheated… with him! That was when Jamie realised that you were still talking, and that he should probably get back to listening.

"He said 'Obviously you’re shagging him, because why else would he be hanging around you? It’s not like you’ve got anything else to offer,' and that’s when I told him it was over and I left. Then I came back home and texted you." You took a deep breath, having got to the end of your story. Well, there was something else that you’d wanted to say, but you weren’t sure whether now was the right time.

That certainly had been a lot. Jamie hardly knew what to say. "He’s a dick," was what he settled on saying, and he heard you let out a little riffle that made his heart flutter.

"Yeah, he is," you agreed, and Jamie could tell from your voice that you were smiling.

There was a long silence after that, with you still resting your head on Jamie’s shoulder. It felt so right sitting there with you like that, so close with his arm around your shoulder. It was like this was how things were meant to be. That was probably what possessed Jamie to say what he said next. "You know, I never thought Owen was good enough for you," he said softly, tilting his own head to the side and resting it on top of yours. You didn’t make any attempt to move away, so he assumed you were fine with it.

"I always thought that he was a dick, and he never treated you properly. You deserve someone who remembers your lunch plans and cares about whether you get off or not." He usually wouldn’t just come out and say something like that so plainly, but he was just speaking his mind now and wasn’t thinking too much about how he actually said things. "And you definitely deserve someone who doesn’t go around shagging other women just because he got jealous over something that wasn’t true—"

"It… wasn’t entirely untrue…" you replied, and Jamie sat up straight so that he could look at you.

"What… what do you mean?" Jamie’s heart began to race. Surely you didn’t mean what it sounded like you meant, right? He took a breath to try and keep himself calm, and it annoyed him how shaky it was.

"I mean, I… I have always had a bit of a crush on you…" You admitted, and Jamie was sure that he was dreaming or he was in a coma or something. There was absolutely no way that this was real. He felt you take your head off his shoulder and he looked at your face to try and determine whether you were joking or not.

You were blushing. Did that mean...? "A crush... a crush on me...?" Jamie asked softly, like the idea of anyone - let alone you, the most wonderful person in the world - having a crush on him was absolutely unthinkable.

"Yes, Jamie. I have a crush on you. A big one." You couldn't help but smile. You'd been unsure for a while whether Jamie felt anything beyond friendship for you, but his frankly adorable reaction to you telling him how you feel seemed to confirm that he did. "I have for years."

Jamie's face went completely red, and he was beginning to worry that he was going to faint. "You... you never said anything," he managed after a few moments of stammering uselessly, his cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

Of course you hadn't said anything! You'd been under the impression that the man was pining for his missing wife since the two of you had met. "I guess... I thought I wasn't good enough for you," you said with a shrug, not wanting to bring up the whole Layla situation if you didn't have to. Before you even had the chance to open your mouth to continue speaking, Jamie was talking again.

"You're not good enough for me?" Jamie shook his head, in complete disbelief. "Love, you're so far out of my league I feel ridiculous even fantasising about you.."

You couldn't help but giggle softly - both at Jamie calling you 'love', and him admitting that he'd fantasised about you. "You fantasise about me a lot, then?" It was hard to resist teasing him, especially when his cheeks flushed like that.

"I... uh..." Jamie rubbed the back of his neck nervously, unable to believe he'd just come out and said something like that to you, especially when you'd only just admitted you liked him. God, he was such an idiot sometimes. He knew that he should say something, do something, anything other than just sit there frozen, but he was at a complete loss.

Luckily, you seemed to know exactly what needed to be done.

The sound that escaped Jamie when he finally felt your lips against his was one of both contentment and relief. It just felt so... right. Like all of those years thinking that he wasn't good enough for you just melted away in an instant. Jamie brought his hands up to cradle your face as you kissed, stroking his thumbs against your cheekbones.

Eventually, the two of you had to pull away from each other, and Jamie could swear that the way you were looking at him right now was almost as good as the kiss. It was like you couldn't think of anywhere in the world you'd rather be than right here, with him - the exact same way he felt about you.

#jamie winton x reader #jamie winton imagine #jamie winton fluff #jamie winton fanfiction #ymata imagine #you me and the apocalypse imagine #ymata fanfiction #you me and the apocalypse fanfiction #x reader fic #x reader fanfiction #mari's stuff

[spctrsgf]

the moon boys get jealous

(established romantic relationship)

a/n: hello everyone! this is my first post and i expect this to get nowhere but please bear with me as i figure this app out &lt;3

Steven

- Steven doesn’t get too jealous, much to your and even his surprise

- He knows that you would much rather spend time with him then anyone flirting with you

- and frankly he knows that he’s awesome and that no one could top him

- but, he does get jealous, especially around people he knows you’re comfortable with

- he tells himself it’s irrational to think of you so lowly, to think that you would cheat or leave him without an explanation, but it still gets him every time

- when he’s jealous, his face falls and his eyes lose that sparkle that they usually have around you

- he’ll come up to you and you’ll pause to greet him as he slides his hand into yours

- if you continue talking with the person, he’ll stand there and listen, acting as a facilitator in a way

- he doesn’t have the heart to cut in and tell the person to leave because he feels that it is unfair to cut into something you’re enjoying when he doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t want to leave you alone

- actually: let’s rephrase that. he doesn’t want to be left alone with his deprecating thoughts

- you tend to notice Steven’s slightly pained expression that looks like a clash between holding in tears and hiding a scowl (which is exactly what is happening)

- you always always try to end the conversation somewhat soon

- Steven can see that look in your eye, the one where the sparkle dims and your lips frown slightly, and knows to help

- “hey, love, I just remembered, your friend told me she wanted you to give her a call. make sure you’re okay.”

- “ah, thank you! i really gotta go, I’m sorry.”

- the faked sadness about ending the conversation and the sigh of relief that comes after you two walk away melts Steven in a pile of goo on the ground

- he’s still getting used to having a stable relationship with someone who doesn’t share the same body as him

- but, on the occasion that you can’t get away or don’t recognize his discomfort, he’ll get snarky like he did with his ex-boss

- you personally think it’s adorable and you’re honored that he wants to protect you

Marc

- Marc gets jealous easily

- i mean easily

- he, like Steven, isn’t used to trusting someone other than himself and Layla

- but Marc is good at hiding these emotions because he knows if he gets too angry something bad might happen

- he knows that you’re attractive and he knows that a lot of people would love to get a piece of you

- his confidence is also shit when it comes to this type of thing, so he sort of just mellows into his own personal space as he watches

- he tells himself that he’s watching to make sure your okay, but deep down he just wants to watch you and see if you seem happier with the person you’re talking to than you are with him

- but, Marc also knows that you care a lot about him and there’s a very good chance you’ll end the conversation once it goes past a casual one

- and you almost always do, going back to him

- you tend to be slightly shaken by the attention, but being with Marc tends to help you calm down

- the proximity also helps him as well, it reassures him that you aren’t going anywhere

- you two usually leave slightly after that to watch a movie of some sort

- but, on occasion, there is a time where you can’t distance yourself from a pursuer

- then Marc will react

- he usually likes to just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, placing a kiss on top of your head

- he’ll then try his best to greet the person as calmly as possible

- “hi, I’m Marc. their boyfriend.”

- yeah. he tries real hard

- he hates watching you squirm in front of the person annoying you, so he tries to lead you away as quickly as possible

- this is usually efficient and nothing goes down

- but if the person keeps pushing after all that effort? then they’re fucking screwed

- all that I’ll say is that you guys get kicked out of wherever you are and the person ends up with a shit ton of nasty bruises

Jake

- Jake also gets jealous really easily

- but this man has restraint

- he knows that you’ll never go anywhere and he doesn’t doubt it in the slightest

- but Khonsu is constantly screaming at him in his head

- it’s a chorus of “break his windpipe”

- Khonsu’s taken a liking to you since Jake has (copycat much??)

- and, despite his attitude towards Steven and Marc, Khonsu doesn’t like anyone messing with the system and anyone he’s protective of

- anyway, Jake finds that when Khonsu is present, it’s is hard to hold to his restraint

- what stops him from going over and shooting the living daylights out of your pursuer is the way you handle it

- like the girl boss you are, you smack talk yourself out of the situation

- you’ve even kicked a guy in the balls once (you may or may not have been kicked out of the bar you were in)

- but people can be persistent and not take your no for an answer, and that’s when Jake steps in

- usually when you turn to look at him and you have that look in your eyes, he knows it’s his time to shine

- mans strolls over in Spanish, smirking the whole way

- you’ll be halfway through saying “this is my fucking boyfriend” when he grabs your face and full on kisses you

- the person flirting with you tends to go away after that, but if they don’t, he’ll turn to them and glare

- “you done standing there, amigo?”

- yeah. Jake is sassy and possessive when he feels threatened and you love it

#steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x you

[halfmoonshines]

could you do a fic that takes place after the last episode where the reader has been dating marc for awhile (and has been getting used to steven recently) and she knows that they leave (when jake is fronting) but she doesn’t know why? so then she confronts them about it and they’re like wtf

idk if that’s too vague or too specific but you write for steven and marc so well

I have been super blocked so your requests are uber appreciated <3 Let me know how you liked it! Layla is ex wife in this (and most fics I write) but I still think that she's a baddie!!

Steven Grant x F!Reader x Marc Spector

summary; you think that you've finally reached a calm stasis with your boyfriend and his alter Steven, but why do they leave in the middle of the night sometimes? Or exit the apartment without a word to you?

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Marc thought that he had won the lottery. Ammit was defeated, while still being able to hold onto some semblance of autonomy, and Khonshu had readily released both him and Steven - making them free men.

To top it all off; you had stayed. After he was in Egypt for weeks with no contact, right after you briefly found Steven in London - you had stuck around for an explanation and decided to stay.

Marc didn't think he would ever feel this at peace with his life, and he enjoyed the budding connection that you and Steven were nursing.

He tried to avoid the occasional blackouts, not ready for anything to disturb this brief peace. He wanted to focus on you, and hopefully the next stage of his life.

You felt about the same that Marc did - lucky beyond belief that you had been reunited and excited for the time you could spend together now. Steven was slowly taking his own piece of your heart, though you were cautious at first. You ended up bonding over your love of history and it was full blast from there.

Everything was perfect, until it wasn't.

It started with the first night you woke up to an empty bed. A glance at the clock told you it was 03:00am and an outstretched arm confirmed that his side of the bed was chillingly cold. You gave the apartment a quick inspection and crawled back into bed when you didn't find him. You trusted Marc and Steven, thought that the time for secrets was far behind you, so you didn't want to overreact.

It happened again about three nights later and you resolved to mention it. You didn't think you were being paranoid and you definitely deserved an explanation. It was 05:00 when you noticed you were alone this time, so you stayed up. Curled up with a book on the front sofa and waited for your boyfriend to return home.

He pushed into the apartment about an hour later, jacket zipped tightly. He didn't notice you at first so you decided to announce yourself.

"Everything okay, Marc?" You hazarded a guess that it was your boyfriend specifically from his more stoic posture.

His eyes turned to you, something different about them as he looked you over before he replied. "Of course. Why are you waiting up for me? I'm a big boy."

You blinked a bit, indignation cutting at your stomach. "I'm aware that you're a big boy, maybe I was worried when my boyfriend turns up missing two nights in one week?"

Marc looked like he was going to say something but just shrugged instead, throwing his jacket on the chair next to you. "Whatever you say, Y/N." He was flippant in his attitude toward you and had simply stalked into the bedroom after that, not another word offered.

You sat astonished for a moment at the utter uncaring tone he had given you. Deciding you most certainly weren't going to sit and take it, you donned your own jacket and slipped out of the apartment - opting to go and get yourself some coffee and go for a walk to think over his brash attitude.

Of course you don't mean to control him, but you deserve an explanation? Right?

About two hours later your phone chimed with an incoming call from Marc's but you quickly declined the call. Two hours after his attitude and you leaving, he decides to see if things are okay? He can wait.

When you finally got back to the apartment an hour after that, you were greeted with who you thought to be Steven pacing around the living room. His eyes found yours as soon as you stepped through the door.

"Y/N." Definitely Steven. He walked toward you, putting his hands on your shoulders before continuing. "Are you alright? Are you injured?"

You just looked at him for a moment, eyes narrowed before Marc slipped into place.

"What's wrong? Where were you?" Marc's voice was gruff as he demanded answers, and somewhere at the back of your mind you noted he sounded different than he had this morning.

"You think you can sneak out on me, treat me like you did this morning but still expect answers from me?"

Marc looked wildly confused, eyebrows pulling together. "What are you talking about, baby?"

You scoffed, pushing his hands off of you and making your way into the kitchen. "Two nights this week I've woken up alone. You've forgotten our confrontation this morning? Are you on some sort of drug?"

"I don't remember that." Marc said, almost like he was muttering to himself. "Steven?"

"I have definitely not been moonlighting, that's more your thing." Steven's reply was instantaneous.

You crossed your arms, watching their small conversation. "So, what? Is there a third person running the show? He sure sounded a lot like you, Marc."

Marc ran a shaking hand through his hair, eyes darting back and forth while his mind worked overtime. "I need you to tell me everything. Every time you think we've acted out of character."

#steven grant x f!reader #marc spector x f!reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight #my works

[thepaperpanda]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 22 - Hide Your Phone When You’re Drunk || Layla El-Faouly x m!reader

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Summary: You are Layla's ex-boyfriend. After a night of binge drinking, you feel the urge to text your ex-girlfriend.

Warnings: descriptions of smutty behaviours

Word count: ~ 840

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Sexting Here's a non-linear story where Layla had a relationship with a male reader before she met Marc, and she is not truly happy with him and misses her ex. The warning has been given

You returned home completely wasted. While playing with a screen under the influence of alcohol, you got a stupid idea and wrote to your ex, Layla, asking whether she liked a picture of a sticking cock you've sent her.

She replied after a minute with a picture of her tits and a note "jerk yourself at it"

You: I didn't mean that, but thanks, I haven't seen you for a long time, honey

Layla: Now you have to show yourself as well

You sent her a picture of your dick, or rather boxers, with equipment clearly defined underneath.

Layla: What is this? Y/N, I wanted a cock! 🍆

You: And I'd like a pussy! 🥵👅

"Now show me your cock!" Layla texted, along with a picture of her spread legs and her open pussy.

Perhaps she's drunk as well, you thought as she started being vulgar. She received a photo of a cock without boxers, standing slightly.

Layla: I want it how I like it! Put it up, it must be stiff and shiny! Play it like you mean it

You: 😏It would have to be slimed by you and hung over your head 😏😏

Layla: You'd have to be in a position hahaha, what a silly idea, Y/N

Layla received a short clip after you lowered the phone and took a nice angle, turned on the recording, and started jerking off, thinking about her.

Layla: Thanks, it's been a long time since I've seen one up close

You: But you have a man, what's his fucking name? Marc?

Layla: Yeah... fucking like it's a formality in the bank

You: What do you mean?

Layla: Spreading my legs, turning around, showing my ass, stretching my ass with my hands, grinding my holes with his cock until he cums, pushing the cum out, wiping myself, washing up and going to sleep, that's my reality. Have you already cum, luv?

The thought of her being so sexually uncomfortable made you frown slightly. She sent another text after a longer period of time, asking again: Layla: Have you cum?

You: Nah, didn't write to have cyber fun lol 😂 I didn't think you were just fucking around, no fun, but rather you always liked a bit of fun before and after 😏

Layla: My preference would be to watch a cock straddle me in my every hole rather than simply feeling the lubricating gel, followed by a hard cock in my unstretched ass

You: From your perspective, how did it work out?

She must have been offended, you thought after waiting about 15 minutes after your last text was left without a response from Layla. Due to the late hour, you decided to take a shower. When you set your alarm clock after the shower, you noticed a message notification. You checked it reluctantly, convinced that you had just received another ranting message. Instead, this was the biggest message you've ever seen someone send. It resembled a fucking essay.

Layla: When I knelt in front of your erect cock, just looking at it, taking it in my mouth, licking it, and sucking it made me turn on 😍 Additionally, grabbing your slightly dangling balls was always a good way to keep you from shoving your cock down my throat, since you often fucked me in my throat like you were driving into my ass without resistance haha 🥵 When I held your cock in my mouth, I often had to suck to keep my neck from getting too tired. My neck hurt anyway after a while, so I put my hands on your ass and pushed you down. Your cock would then push into my mouth as you dropped yourself down, and I could see the ball sack coming toward my face. I felt the hard cock kneading my tongue and going almost down my throat, which I didn't like because I can't deep throat. Your half-hard cock with cum hanging over my face always got my attention, as did your cum running down your cock on the video when you jacked off, or when I finished you off with my hand while lying on your back for a hand job with my fingers drilling into your ass and me sucking on your balls. Watching you cum for me again or feeling your sperm on my face would be wonderful. Please don't take me for a pervert, but fuck, I miss you, Y/N 🥺

It was a severe shock, and your dick was standing all over the place; your response was to push your sweatpants down to record yourself jerking to the camera again until you spurted your cum on your lower, well-built abdomen, with a grunt.

Layla: That's what I needed, handsome. Now wash your dick and go to bed, because we have a long day tomorrow, don't we? Would you like to hang out, then?

You: Sure. If you message me when you're in our pub, I'll meet you there, ok?

Layla: Yes. If I said I didn't miss you, I'd lie... See you then, babe ❤️

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