i will never, and when i say never i mean NEVER, shut up about the costume layla had. Or in general layla being Taweret's avatar, because i fucking love it. These two as a duo? yes please! And the fighting scene?! WITH THAT SUIT?! killed it. I believe in layla-as-taweret's-avatar supremacy 🛐🛐
I just finished Moon Knight and I had a pretty crack but wholesome idea. It's weird but please stay with me :
Lets say Layla stays as Tawaret's Avatar
She does not ask much hard work from her (unlike SOME Egypt gods who make their Avatars unalive people)
Layla starts volunteering at children's homes and becomes an advocate for women's rights
But Layla becoming Tawaret's part time Avatar has another perk
Tawaret starts fighting over custody of Marc, Steven & Jake over Khnoshu
Listen
She is motherly alright
She was rooting for the guys and after she saw how Khnoshu treats the boys
Making them sacrifice so much from their personal lives, staying up and fighting every fight
(And manipulating them)
She is like "This is not how a god should treat their Avatar"
She is not happy with it
Layla already hates Khnoshu so she is more than okay with Tawaret's intervention
Khnoshu: They are MY avatars not yours!!!
Tawaret : So what I helped them get back I DID NOT DO IT SO THEY CAN DIE AGAIN
Khnoshu : THE SUIT HEALS THEM
TAWARET : IT DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN USE THEM AS YOU LIKE their body needs rest and they have their own lives!!!!
Steven is touched by Tawaret's concern over their well being
Marc is beyond confused
Jake eats popcorn and watches the chaos
At the end Tawaret ends up taking the custody of the boys
Tawaret : YOU ARE STAYING WITH ME FROM NOW ON
She takes the kids and leave
Tawaret : You can have them as your Avatar again when you learn to appreciate them!!!!
Note : Also... Marc does not understand Tawaret's behavior because he did not have a mom who fought for him and worried over his well being. So this is like a great upgrade for him. From a shitty abusive mom to a loving protective goddesses
Waking Up to You [ Part 3 ] • Steven Grant x Reader
Summary: Your coworker questions Steven’s intentions. Steven calls you and sets up a not-date.
Pairing(s): Steven Grant x Reader
Warning(s): None. It’s got no smut which is boring. Does mention sex.
Series: [ blue means smut e.g. penis in vagina sex, fingering, oral sex, hand jobs etc. ] Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5
“What’s got you distracted?”
Your head snapped towards your coworker and friend, Irene, who just walked into the break room. You were on your first break of the day and already you had spilt two cups of coffee and gotten an order mixed up. Steven was proving to be a problem.
“Nothing,” you answered shaking your head, as the image of Steven licking your pussy flashed into your mind.
”Bullshit!” she insisted, hand swatting your shoulder in a joking manner before walking towards the small fridge in the corner of the room. “What’s with the grin?”
Your hand moved towards your face, almost like you needed physical proof that you were grinning (which you were). “I didn’t even notice,” you murmured to yourself, forgetting that you had someone watching you very intently.
”Okay,” Irene said, sitting down across from you on the cruddy little chair that was capable of murdering a person’s back. “Tell me what’s going on or I’ll get Meredith.”
”No!” you told her, pouting dramatically which made her laugh. “Fine, I... met someone last night.”
Irene rolled her eyes, taking a bite out of her cheese and ham sandwich. “And? Was he good?”
You smiled, bringing your glass of water to your lips to hide it. Nodding your head with the tiniest movements, you really didn’t want Irene spreading this information like wildfire. “Um, I would say, in my opinion, that yes, yes he was good.”
Irene stared at your for a few seconds, eyes squinting at you almost as if she were interrogating you. She pointed at you with her sandwich, bits of cheese and ham falling out but she paid it no mind. “How many times?”
”What? Why?” you demanded, eyes looking over at the closed door that lead to the kitchen. You both needed to keep it down or HR would be giving you a stern talking to once again.
“Because,” she stated, moving her shoulders as if to say ‘why not?’, “the amount of times you cum during sex, shows how he treats his lady friends.”
You hummed, shaking your head while looking at her in thought. “I don’t think that’s accurate.”
”Sure it is!”
”I love you Irene, I really do,” you told her, making her smile, “but that is dumb as fuck.”
”What?” she exclaimed, looking like you killed her dog. “It’s true.”
”Uh, untrue. Remember Dylan? He once made me cum five times and he was a complete and utter arsehole.” You grimaced at the thought of your past and who you were with, some of them you really regretted while others were a pretty great experience. You hoped that Steven was going to be a good experience and you had a hunch he would be.
”Oh, right... Dylan,” Irene drawled out his name, eyes staring at the wall behind you as she drifted into her own thoughts. “You still have his number, right?”
”Irene!” you gasped, laughing at her words.
”It’s been a while for me! Okay, I’m sorry!”
You laughed even harder, shaking your head at the desperation of your friend but also at her apology. You knew she’d never get with someone if they did you wrong, but it was still funny. “Trust me, he wasn’t very skilled. He just repeated the same thing over and over, which sounds fun to begin with but gets very boring, very quickly.”
Irene made a face, finally giving up on eating her sandwich and accepting that you two were going to be gossiping about your new found friend. “Okay, but in all seriousness, what was good about this man last night?”
You pursed your lips in thought, thinking back to not only last night but this morning as well. “Well, we had sex last night and he was really good. Super dominant, which was nice especially when I’m drunk ‘cause I cannot for the life of me take the lead.”
”Sounds good,” Irene agreed, nodding her head.
“However, right afterwards he tells me to stay but that he’ll most likely forget who I am.”
”That’s a bit odd...”
“To which part?”
”Both. But, the staying is weirder. Not many people want their one night stand to turn into a morning call,” she explained to you, making you nod in agreement.
This was not your first one night stand, you haven’t had hundreds but you’ve had more than a few in your time. So, to say you knew one night stand courtesy would be an understatement. You thought Steven asking you to stay was odd and weird, but thought maybe it was a London thing and every Londoner just let their roll in the hay stay for the night. But, Irene confirmed your thoughts. She’d lived here all her life and she’d also been to bars and night clubs, so she had experience under her belt as well.
“Right. He also tells me I can have breakfast or shower and that he might be gone by the time I wake up, but maybe not... super odd, so I think ‘Okay, whatever I’m exhausted from you so I’ll just sleep and have a shower’ and I won’t lie when I woke up to find him still in bed I was excited because... well, he was terrific in bed.”
”Haha, you wanted to sleep with him again.”
You nodded, feeling a bit shameful and pathetic that you couldn’t even sleep with him without wanting to do it again. You’ve been able to do so in the past, so you weren’t too sure as to why Steven made you so curious. “Yeah, so I get in the shower after I wake up and I’m kinda keen to have sex again.”
”What kind of soaps does he use?”
”What?” you demanded, gesturing with your hands in question.
”Is he working with 2-in-1 or bars of soap or maybe no soap.”
”Liquid body wash and proper shampoo and conditioner. Why are you asking this?”
”I’m just against people who use bars of soap and 2-in-1.”
You made a face, but completely understood where she was coming from. “Trust me, if you saw how clear his skin is and how great his hair is, you wouldn’t be asking me that.”
”Ohh,” Irene drawled out, sitting up straighter. “You got yourself a pretty boy?”
Again, you made a face but this time it was because you were being indecisive. “I don’t know how to explain it.”
”You don’t know how to explain whether this man is a pretty boy? I’m confused...”
Yeah, you were confused too.
”Last night, he had this extreme hotness about him that screamed ‘I’m gonna fuck you until you cry and then cuddle you afterwards’,” you paused for a moment, thinking about what you were going to say next. “And this morning he’s still extremely hot but in a way that says ‘You’re gonna fuck me until I cry and then we’ll have a hot bath together’, does that make sense?”
“I’m gonna be honest honey,” Irene explained to you, a look on her face that made you nervous. “It doesn’t. Also I can’t tell if what you’re saying is a good thing or a bad thing.”
“It’s definitely a good thing,” you promised her, smiling at your words and memories of Steven from last night and this morning. “He made me cum three times last night, all while drunk. And then this morning, after I gave him a,”—you ducked your head closer to her as if you were telling her a secret—“blow job, he said he wanted to make it up to me and he ate me the fuck out.”
Irene’s eyes widened, “God fucking dammit, and from a one nightstand as well! Was it good?”
You nodded, biting your lip and feeling your face go red. “Amazing. Although, to be honest I didn’t have that much faith that he knew what he was doing to begin with.”
”Why?”
”Well, I just kinda... knew. Like last night, he was totally confident in himself and everything and then this morning he couldn’t even look at my body for the first half an hour,” you explained to her, feeling bad that you were gossiping about Steven. Maybe you should’ve stopped, but you knew that Irene, despite being a gossiping hoe, would never spread your personal life around. “I kinda chalked up his confidence in his abilities to alcohol ‘cause he kinda forgot all his memory from last night and he was speaking in a different accent.”
“Huh.”
”What? What is it?”
”Nothing,” Irene said, waving you off with a hand before sighing. “It’s just, that’s kind of a bad sign, don’t you think? Like, did he seem shocked that he forgot about you?”
You thought about it for a moment, “No, I don’t think so. He was more shocked about me being in his shower than anything. In fact, he kept apologising that he had forgotten but he didn’t seem shocked.”
“You said he warned you that he might forgot, so maybe—and I really hate saying this—it’s a regular occurrence.”
“What?” you asked, eyes squinting at her in thought. “Your saying he gets blackout drunk, fucks a girl and then forgets about them in the morning, and that’s just a regular Tuesday night for him?”
”No!” Irene exclaimed, feeling bad for what she said. “Maybe! I don’t—I don’t know. It’s just, there are some really messed up people, Y/N. And I just don’t want you getting hurt. This guy might seem inexperienced or nervous or whatever, but just be careful. Please.”
You nodded your head slowly, knowing that she was in her own rights to be suspicious. It made you feel crap, but this was supposed to be just a one night stand, so you weren’t allowed to be hurt, especially when it was just about sex. Still, you kind of really liked Steven—maybe a bit too much for your own good.
***
Steven’s day was going just as bad as usual. There was a new shipment of (inaccurate) stuffed toys, which he brought up with Donna, who immediately shot him down. Then, he tried explaining to a school student how mummy’s were prepared and that child ended up crying which got him into trouble again. When it was time for lunch, he found out the fridge was no longer working in the staff room so all of his lunch was ruined and he had to eat the museum’s overpriced vegan burger. When he got back to work, some kid had been running around the shop and knocked over a few pots, so Steven had to clean that up while manning the register by himself.
The only thing that was getting him through the day without crying was honestly, and pathetically, you. Steven couldn’t stop thinking about you, even with Donna screaming in his ear and threatening to fire him, he still thought about you. At first it was just about how you spoke to him, and basically told him most of his life in a matter of moments. He thought about how you remembered that he was a vegan, when even his own coworkers who he’s worked with for years now, could hardly remember (save Donna, who made fun of him for it). But, then his thoughts about you got more... inappropriate.
Every time they got inappropriate, Steven would push those thoughts away and think about the history of slaves in Egypt. He just, he hated sexualising you but he had seen you naked and he had eaten you out. On his second break, he decided that he would call you. After all his turmoil of his thoughts about you—sexual and non sexual—he wanted to see you again, to try to actually take you out on a date. A proper one, with flowers and chocolates and all and at the end of the night, he would give you a kiss and that’d be all, because he wanted to be that kind and gentleman.
Pulling out his phone, he searched your number in his contacts and found you there. This morning, when you were about to leave, you told him your number just in case “he wanted to see you again” which he immediately put into his phone. Clicking on your contact, he debated whether calling or texting would be better. Texting seemed so impersonal. But he was god awful at phone calls and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to even hear your voice without getting a hard o—he took a deep breath and forced himself to stop that image in his head. Texting it was.
When he clicked on the ‘message’ icon, it felt like his thumb had a mind of its own and just decided to click on ‘call’ instead. “No, no, no, no, no...” he hissed under his breath, trying to tap hang up but it wasn’t working. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
”Hello?” It was your voice. Smooth but slightly smoky, in a sexy way. “Hello? Who is this?”
Say something, Steven.
Say anything.
Just tell her something!
She’s going to hang up!
His own voice was screaming at him inside his head and he clenched his fist around his phone before bringing it up to his face. “It’s Steven...” he answered, shakily, “with a v.”
He smacked himself in the face with his other hand.
He heard you laugh, “Hi, Steven. With a v.”
”Uh, hiya.”
You laughed again, then he heard you whisper something along the lines of “Hold on,” and then footsteps. “Sorry, I was just with a friend and she can be a real arse when I’m on the phone.”
”Oh, no, it’s fine,” Steven told you, “I’m glad I don’t have friends that can annoy me.” There was silence on the line and he screamed silently at himself, asking “Why?” He honestly thought he was a real knob at times. “I have friends,” he attempted, wishing he could stop.
You chuckled again, “What’s up, Steven?”
Steven bit his lip, wishing he rehearsed this or just texted you like he wanted. “I had a really good time with you and I hope you did too.”
He could basically hear your smirk, “Yeah, Steven, I definitely had a good time with you. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
He swallowed, feeling his slacks tighten a little but chose to ignore it. It was fine, he was fine. “I did, I really, really did enjoy myself.”
”Yeah?” You were speaking softly, your voice dropping. Steven’s eyes widened at the sound of it. “What did you enjoy the most?”
He felt his breathing seize up, and with his free hand he grabbed at his leg tightly. “All of it,” he managed to stutter out, “I enjoyed every single moment.”
”Yeah, but if you got to repeat one moment, what would you want repeated?”
Steven swallowed again, his mouth going dry as images started flashing into his head. Your naked body in the shower. You sucking his neck. You on your knees, pressing kisses on his thighs. His dick inside your wet, tight mouth. Him on knees, licking at your soaking cunt. His fingers slipping in and out of your tight hole. You arousal dripping down his arm and face.
“Steven?”
Your voice brought him out of whatever state he was in, his member getting constricted painfully against his slacks. “Yeah,” he breathed out, a whimper coming out of him.
”Are you okay? Did I-did I make you uncomfortable?”
”No, no,” he murmured, thinking about how awful this situation was for the both of you. You, who had no idea who hard he was right and probably thinking he was in pain (he was, but in a pleasurable way) and Steven, who was just standing in a hallway that anyone could walk through any moment with the biggest hard on he’s ever had. “I just, I just liked that a little too much.”
”Oh,” you said lowly, before your voice raised in slight excitement, “Oh!”
”Yeah.”
“Well, I know your at work so I’ll stop... for now.” You laughed at the end of that sentence. “But, what did you need, or want?”
”Um, well, I was wondering if you wanted to...” he trailed off, unsure of what to say or whether this was a good idea or not. “If you wanted to come over after work, if your not busy. I just, I just want to get to know you better.”
”Really?” you asked, shock evident in your voice. That made Steven confused, how could a beautiful, young woman like yourself be shocked by getting asked out. Although, it wasn’t really since he didn’t ask you out on a date. God, he wished he did but he’s a right twat.
“Yes, of course!” he exclaimed. “I really like you, not because of the things you make me feel, physically. Although, you’re amazing, incredible in fact, at that and I would love to do that again. Not that I’m pressuring you, I would never pressure, in fact I’d never done anything like that before. Sexually, I mean and also I guess mentally, although I have, of course, thought about those things but not much and I stop myself from doing that. Not that there’s anything wrong with me, I mean I kinda sound like it now, huh, kinda funny if you—“
“Steven,” you interrupt him, making him stop.
”Yeah?”
”Nothing, I just thought I’d help you out by stopping you.”
”Yeah, I’m sorry. Thank you for that.”
”No problem,” you laughed, “look I have to go, but I’ll see you at seven tonight?”
”Seven,” he repeated, nodding his head. “Seven is good. Seven is amazing.”
You let our a slight chuckle, “Bye, Steven. See you at seven.”
“Later gators.”
He hung up immediately, sighing in frustration. He held his face in his hands, mumbling angrily at himself. “You’re a bloody moron. A moron, Steven.” He really was a moron. A moron with an erection. At least he was a moron, with an erection, with a sort of date with a girl he likes. He just hoped he didn’t screw it up and acted like a gentleman.
I will never let go of the Moon Boys, they quite literally have me in a chokehold. I will patiently wait for season 2 announcement until I’m looking like pigeon head over there.
Anyway, reblogs are appreciated because this quite literally took my soul away but it was fun and I got to draw my boys so win win ❤️
SPEEDPAINT: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t98v4CkR-qw
I started the Moon Knight series without knowing anything about the hero, I love it. Especially Khonshu with his Venom-like personality, he has a cool charadesign.
Here's a flat color fanart wallpaper I made for myself
