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myrandomfandomramblings · 2 years

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The Next Generation of Legends - A Legends of Tomorrow Fanfic

“Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to Laurel. Happy Birthday to you,” the legends sang as the little blond girl excitedly blew out the five candles on top of her cake.

Then her Mom, Ava cut the cake as her mama, Sara handed pieces around the room to all her aunts and uncles. The cake was quickly demolished and before long Laurel was begging all the adults to come so she could show them all her new toys. Most followed her to the bridge leaving her Moms alone in the kitchen on clean-up duty.

“We really need to get her some friends her own age,” Ava said as she piled dishes to bring to the sink.

“I know babe,” Sara replied filling the sink with water, “I still agree she should start kindergarten with her peers. It’s just a matter of making sure the ship and timeline are taken care of before we leave.”

Laurel had spent her first five years of life traveling through time and space with the most loving found family a kid could ask for and it had worked surprisingly well. But the older she got the more complicated it became to meet her changing needs with their current lifestyle. So they had come to an agreement to retire from time travel and settle down in one spot. They had chosen Star City 2027, August just before the start of the school year. And although they would miss the wave rider they were both excited for the next chapter. The problem was that over the years their team had gradually become smaller and when they had shared their plans most of the remaining members shared similar thoughts. Although the timeline had faced few threats recently the idea of leaving it unprotected all together and officially grounding the Waverider for good didn’t sit well with either Ava or Sara, leaving them both uneasy and searching for any reasonable alternative. Just as they were about to launch into this same conversation, a time courier portal opened in the kitchen.

Out of the portal came a young woman who looked oddly familiar to Sara although she couldn’t quite place her. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, her blond hair was pulled back in a French braid and she wore an easy smile on her freckled face as she stepped through.

“Hi Moms,” she said giving an awkward wave.

Ava and Sara exchanged a confused look before turning their attention back to the new visitor.

“Laurel?” Sara questioned.

“What? Don’t you recognize your own daughter,” Laurel teased as she opened her arms to give her moms a hug.

“What are you doing here?” Ava asked, “not that we aren’t happy to see you.” She finishes giving her daughter a hug.

“I’m here to take over the ship so I don’t miss my first day of Kindergarten,” she replies matter of factly.

“Ah…” Ava starts but she has so many thoughts she doesn’t even know where to begin.

“You can’t captain the ship without a team,” Sara jumps in, trying to end this conversation before it’s even begun.

“Oh, I’ve got that covered,” Laurel says as she reopens the portal and calls for whoever’s on the other side to come through.

5 more young people (4 human appearing and one Necrian) come through all sending greetings of “Hi Aunt Sara”, “Hey Auntie Ava “ as they do.

Once they’re all through Laurel looks back at her Moms expectingly.

“Ah, hi everyone,” Ava starts awkwardly.

“Oh, sorry, you probably don’t recognize us yet. Allow me to do introductions,” says a tall brunette with bright blue eyes, “I’m Damian. Damian Palmer,” he continues off Ava and Sara’s perplexed looks.

“That’s Martina Jackson,” he says pointing to a young black woman with braided hair and glasses.

“And we have 3 of the Rory 48lets,” Damian continues, “this is June, Justin and Jamie,” he finishes pointing first at the woman then the man, both with the same brown eyes and hair and olive skin, then at the third currently in necrian form.

Jamie starts speaking but as they’re speaking Necrian neither Ava or Sara know what they’re saying. As if realizing this they reach into they’re pocket and pull out a pin (of the non-binary pride flag) which they pin to the front of they’re shirt and quickly look like a human with a striking resemblance to the siblings beside them.

“Sorry,” they continue, “I was just saying lots of our other siblings want to spend at least some time on the Waverider as well so we’ll probably almost always have a bigger team then this.

“Ya,” Martina jumps in, “Ronnie, Jenna and Nora also want in when they can get away from Star Labs.”

“And I think I’ve convinced Mia, Esme, Alda and Cora to at least come for a visit,” Laurel adds.

“Well sounds like you’ve really thought this through,” Sara says with an impressed nod as she turns to look at her wife.

“And you’d promise to be careful and time courier to us if you need any help,” Ava asks.

Laurel laughs, “Yes, the 2047 versions of you already gave me this lecture.”

“Well then I guess it’s settled,” Ava says.

“Join us for our retirement party at the end of the month and we’ll handover the keys,” Sara says with a smile leaning on Ava’s shoulder as all the now grown kids say their goodbyes before disappearing through the time courier portal.

“I told you it’d work out,” Sara says as Laurel disappears with one last wave.

“Hard to argue with that,” Ava says as she places a kiss to the top of her wife’s head.“I guess it’s true: Once a legend,”

“Always a Legend,” Sara finishes as they peek out the galley door and watch their five year old climb up on a chair on the bridge and pretend to push buttons on the console.

#legends of tomorrow #ava sharpe #sara lance #laurel sharpe-lance #damian palmer #martina jackson #june rory #justin rory #jamie rory #ronnie (stein)#jenna west #nora west-allen #esme olsen-danvers #alda saunders-hall #cora wilder-moore #mia smoak-queen

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pynkgothicka · 11 months

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ＢｅａｓｔＭｉｇｕｅｌｏ＇Ｈａｒａ

Synopsis - After you sister leaves you to hang with your boss, both his and your lives becoming a waking nightmare

Pairing - Yandere! Miguel o’Hara x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Jessica Drew but the black version cause I luv black women

Tags and Warnings - Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence towards reader

Authors Note - I LUV HIM SM MY GOD. I HADDD TO WRITE SOMETHING. Also I believe this contains slight spoilers??? I think???

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“Jess! Are you sure it's okay that I'm here? I'm not really spider-like.” You followed behind your sister, her afro swinging as she walked. You fiddled with the band she gave you in order to keep you from glitching out.

It was all so casual, and almost everyone greeted her. The architecture was other worldy, almost only to benefit the inhabitants. Speaking of, there was many, too many to count. 2D, 3D, Male, Female, Pigs, Horses, Cats, almost anything imaginable.

While you looked at it all in amazement, they all looked at you, and gave you dirty and worried looks. At least thats what it looked like under their masks.

“Oh Miguel won't like this…”

“I didn't know they allowed just anyone up here?”

“I mean Peter B brings his daughter so I guess it's a pass."

“I just know Miguel doesn't like anything new. He might bare his fangs or something. You know that guy and sacre tactics.”

You shuddered at the way they spoke of this Miguel guy. But you kept following behind Jessica until she came to a huge hatch, in which opened up on her walking up.

“Miguel!”

“What do you need Jessica, aren't you supposed to be on a mission?”

“I do, but I need you to do a favor!” Jessica yelled, shoving your shoulder to push you ahead. “My sister is visiting from college in my dimension. I need someone to watch over her and I trust you'll do that without letting her get hurt.”

You finally looked up seeing a sharp jawed man looking down at you. His spider suit glew a dark blue with bright red highlights. His brown hair was pushed back, framing his face perfectly. Not only that, but he was huge, built like a giant.

He came down from his workspace, now closer to you than ever. His chest was too your face and you had to look up too look at him. He seemingly almost over analyzed you, eyes trialing up and down your form. “Fine. Just go handle the situation.”

Jessica raised a brow and crossed her arms. “Fine? Just fine? You usually aren't just okay with this type of stuff. You sur-”

“Your questioning my decisions?” Miguel said his stature becoming stiff, seemingly fed up with her constant questioning.

“No… just wondering. Don't have too much fun you two.” Jessica said giving you a small hug before walking off. As the hatch door closed, Miguel's hand went to your back, ushering you to walk with him.

“I'll give you a chair so you can stay within my sight. I don't want to lose you.” You nodded, watching as he turned away from you, going back to his work. A chair was pushed your direction, and when you finally got to sitting down the cushioned seat almost swallowed you whole. You could take a nap if you wanted too, it was just that comfortable. And you almost did, until you were pulled from your rest with a deep voice.

“Did she tell you, or did you piece it together?”

“Huh?"

“Jessica. Did you just figure out she was Spider-Woman?”

Miguel's hands just kept working, his focus divided between talking to you and his work. “To be honest, I just figured it out. When I asked her if what I thought was true, she just seemed relieved and told me everything.”

Miguel seemed surprised at this making a strange humming noise. “You two must be very close huh?”

“Yeah. I wouldn't trade the world for the bond me and her share. I'm glad she trusted me enough to tell me about that side of her life. From what she told me, Spiderman doesn't usually tell people about what he does. It's refreshing you know… I'm sorry am I rambling too much?”

“No. Your fine, I'm actually enjoying the company. I'm in here by myself most of the time. It's nice to hear another voice.” You gave him a small smile in which he returned, smirking at you. He stopped working and his screens switched off. “What do you do for fun?”

“Me? Fun? Uhh I don't know. I'm a college student with just about 0 connections. I guess reading?” You finally chased for a reply.

“LYLA get someone to bring me a book from the library. Hell bring two.” Miguel said, finally an AI woman popping up. She teased him a bit before finally having someone bring you two books. Miguel then sat down next too you beginning to open one of the books he brought.

“Your willing to read with me?”

“Yeah. I need to get my mind off of things anyway.”

🩸

Once Jessica had picked you up, Miguel felt weird. He knew you were attractive. Like very attractive. But that wasn't normal for him. He usually didn't see attraction in people.

Something else he also knew was that when he was around you he felt comfortable. He had no worries and you took them all away. It was a feeling he could only recall when he was with his “daughter.” He'd let you snuggle up close too him, physical touch being something he hadn't felt in a while.

“LYLA. I need you to pull any information on Jessica Drew's sister. It can be from any dimension, I just need to know everything.” Miguel basically ordered the ai. She popped up in front of him, with that same smug look she always gave when questioning his any of his decisions.

“Why would you need that?! It's not like she's ever going to get bitten by a radioactive spider.” LYLA said bringing up a huge collection of information she'd found on you in a heartbeat. “But hey I'll indulge this. Let's see, she's almost always college student, future looks like a journalist, ooh she's judgemental! And just about always single. Seems like her connection to Jessica Drew is always the sisterly role.”

Miguel fell more and more in love the more LYLA talked. “Send all that too my computer.”

“Gotcha! Hopefully this will help you.” LYLA said dissipating away. Miguel stared at the picture of you on one of the screens.

He had to have you. At any means necessary.

🩸

You'd finally saved up for a apartment to where you could stay without the need for dorm mates.

Being a journalism major meant you needed all the focus you could get. And you couldn't find that when around all those people. So you left.

Usually you wrote uplifting pieces for your sister as her and the press don't usually get along well. Even though your pretty sure she knows you wrote majority of her good stories, you also know she'd smile seeing that people appreciated her work.

As you were turned around and began slicing open a box to unpack in your room, a voice boomed from your window. “Hi sweetheart.” From across your room stood a towering Miguel o’Hara. He crawled his way into your room, shutting the window behind him.

“Umm hi Miguel. Are you looking for Jess? She's not here i-” Miguel cut you off.

“I'm not looking for her. I was actually looking for you. I came to talk to you about something.” Miguel started moving closer, slowly stepping towards you. He ducked past your light fixture, finally truly Intimidating you. Something about the way he was coming towards you frightened you. His size almost made it worse.

“Oh. Well of course. You can talk to me about anything.” You trailed off putting your knife to the side, giving Miguel your undivided attention

“I want you to come live with me. At the headquarters. No one has to know. Not even your sister.” He said causally. He was right on you, making you trip and buckle to fall on your bed. You looked up at him, pushing yourself further into the bed.

“That's, crazy Miguel. I can't that, I'm a college student! I don't even know you enough for that!”

"But I know you. I've studied you. Every possibility of you. I know more about you than you know yourself!" You let out a small gasp. This man had been essentially stalking you.

"Miguel. That makes it even worse, the last answer is no. And.... And I need you to go."

“You just don't get it do you?” Miguel's hand hit the wall, claws digging and dragging in the drywall. “I don't think you understand I'm not asking you to do anything. This is me telling you.”

And with that you kicked against him, trying to immobile him at any means possible. You had to find Jessica.

But he grabbed your wrist, trying to drag you to your window. He hoisted you up to his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Let go! Let go of me, Jess! Jess please!!” You began to scream out for your sister seeing if maybe, just maybe she was around to help you.

But she wasn't.

No one was.

You started to beat on Miguel's back. He was now out of your window and climbing up the side of your apartment, heading to the roof. “You better stop fighting, this is destiny. Our destiny.” When he finally made it to the roof he put you down and a hexagonal portal appeared as he messed around with his arm band. You began to heave on impact with the hot concrete. Miguel then turned back towards you, watching in amusement as you dragged yourself slowly to get away from him.

“What are you doing?!” Miguel's head snapped as he stared at LYLA who now stood in front of him at full height. “Your pulling the exact same thing you tried before this, before you made the society! Made me!”

"You don't understand. You will never understand."

"I understand more than you will ever know. You need to stop. And you need to stop now!"

You took this as a opening to crawl your way to the nearest side of the building. You could hear Miguel snarl and yell at Layla. But you tried to pay no mind to that as you looked down over the right edge of the building. You saw a metal of the top apartments stairway.

Fuck this would hurt.

Your body hit the metal with a loud bang, the adrenaline wore off as you finally felt all the bruises and gashes you gotten. “Fuck, my god. Jess… Spider-Woman! Plea-” You felt a hand on the back of your neck. Claws dug in to the front, slightly nicking at your neck.

“Where are you going?”

Miguel picked up your body like you weighed nothing. He then carried and slammed you against the nearby wall. When trying to move your hand to tap on the glass pane, Miguel's other hand grabbed at your wrist, immobilizing you. “Miguel please don't do this! Jessica, she's going to look for me I know it jus-”

“Shh My Love… this won't hurt a bit.” Miguel barred his fangs at you opening wide and moving to your neck. And before you could protest he bit deep into it, venom seeping into your veins. You felt woozy, and realized you couldn't move an inch. Just how he wanted you.

“It's all going to be okay Mi Vida. I know exactly what you need... A family. And not just any family. A family with me."

#dark writing #tw dark content #tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blog #miguel o'hara #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere Spiderverse #spiderman atsv #Spotify

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lustkillers · 9 months

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WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN, THE BEAST COMES OUT !

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - she only sees him in the night, and he's waiting for her.

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ nsfw freak shit. dom!euronymous, sub!reader. unprotected sex, cheating on readers behalf, corruption kink? degradation, praising, euro is jealous oh my god, he's possessive ladies!! name calling - "slut," "bitch," "whore," and "good girl" toward the end, scratching, THEY ARE FREAKSSSSS!!! ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - euronymous x fem!reader. ❪ not the actual euronymous, only rory’s portrayal. ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ note - just listen to the song + first time writing smut LMAOOO

EURONYMOUS knew who you were. He wasn't playing into your games, let alone letting you slide with them. He saw you occasionally in his record store, with your boyfriend. He would watch you both from afar, your boyfriend's hands snaking around your waist as he went through records.

He burned with jealousy, wishing he was the one feeling those same hands, to have the chance to clasp onto something or someone so fervently. But he knew that his dreams of being with you were nothing more than a fools errand.

But he wasn't a fool, anyway. He was cold and calculating, possessive and controlling. And he had an intense fixation on you, the glares he gave leaving no doubt as to his feelings.

Every time you and your boyfriend checked out, you and him always shared glances, and it always ended with you winking at him before leaving. The type of wink only secrets held. You held onto Euronymous as a secret, your forbidden fruit.

He was nothing like your boyfriend. Euronymous was rambunctious and unpredictable. He was someone that brought your fantasies to life, the side of you that your boyfriend never discovered.

It was only a matter of time before he lured you in with his charm and you eventually succumbed to his advances. On the first night, it felt like an escape and before long, something more.

You knew deep down that it was wrong but something about forbidden love kept drawing you back again and again. Despite knowing the risks of being involved with someone like him, you found yourself meeting him at approximately 12 in the morning every. day.

Now, he was sat in his dark room, and the room only held dirty secrets between you and him. He was waiting, the clock striking midnight, and you knew it was once again time to carry out your secret romance. You slipped through his door, wearing clothing that you would never dare to show your boyfriend.

Euronymous stood from where he sat, his eyes only holding lust. Not saying anything, he pulled you closer and closer, his breath tickling your neck as he whispered promises of a love that you knew he didn't mean. His hands explored every inch of your body as he kissed you, and you knew that this is what it felt like to be truly alive - only Euronymous had such power over you.

You unconsciously grind up against him, needing him like oxygen. You knew, deep down that this was dangerous and risky but you didn't care anymore. Everything melted away again until it was only the two of you in the room together, safe from the world outside for a few brief moments.

The air felt thick, your head getting dizzy from the rough, yet passionate kiss. His hands traveled from your face to your waist, groping at it. You sighed at the touch, your hands wandering around his waist.

Euronymous now shoved you onto his bed, his body hovering above you. His hair was dangling above your face, yet you had a clear view of his flushed out face. Yet, everything felt so incoherent.

You could feel a sudden rush of adrenaline going through your body, yet you couldn't stop it. Euronymous eyes locked with yours as he slowly crackled a half smirk.

"You're such a slut, huh. Getting with me while your boyfriend is at home." He said in a low voice, his hands sliding under your pants. You shook your head slowly, not knowing what to do or how to react; you were too transfixed by his gaze. God– the pool of your arousal grew more.

His fingers found your clit, drawing slow and tantalising circles. You whimpered as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, and Euronymous knew it, too. He chuckled. He found it sort of pathetic how you were about to come undone from his fingers this fast.

Your back slightly arched from the pleasure, letting out whimpers into the atmosphere. Sooner or later, he shoved his fingers into you, and the pleasure was too much for you to keep eye contact with him, so you closed your eyes in pleasure.

Euronymous noticed this and cocked his eyebrow, He grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to look at him. Then, he leaned into your ear and whispered, "You like that? Then keep your eyes on me, whore."

You only nodded, but you couldn't help yourself but look away again. His hands stopped its motions, sending you an annoyed look.

"N-No...! M'sorry! Please keep going..." You muttered, your eyes shooting open again from the loss of contact.

Euronymous smirked and resumed his torture, but this time a bit more rough. You gasped in pleasure as he picked up the pace. His hot breath caressing your neck sent you into overdrive, and before you knew it...you were coming undone in front of him– screaming for more.

However, he didn't have enough. He suddenly pinned you against the bed, whispering in your ear, "You want more? You'll get it, bitch." He unbuttoned his pants frantically, his cock lined up against your cunt. As if on cue, you spread your legs for him and grabbed onto his back as he pushed in eagerly.

He stretched you out, the bliss filling you both. Your fingernails dug into his back, earning a hiss from his as he groaned into your ear. As he increased the pace, you could only moan and scream out his name in pleasure.

"E-Euro! Fuck, M'so close...!" You shouted, feeling the heat between you two.

"Yeah? He doesn't fuck you like I do, only I can make you feel like this... Don't forget that, bitch." He grunted, his words making you melt into his body.

His thrusts grew erratic, groaning expletives into your ear, while you moaned his name out like a god. Every touch, kiss and lick that he sent against your body sent you over the edge.

The feeling flooded you with pleasure, biting down on his shoulder as he finally thrusted into you. You came undone, but he wasn't done yet. He kept at it, with a heat that seemed like it could never be quenched. His thrusts increased in urgency, wild and feverish.

"F-Fuck! Take it like a good girl..." He yelled, cumming into you.

A shudder ran through his body as he came undone, and the heat between you two seemed to cool.

He let out a deep breath and pulled out of you, rolling onto the bed beside you.

However, you needed to get home, quickly cleaning yourself up. You got dressed and before you left, you pulled him in for a deep kiss, and as you attempted to leave, he grabbed your wrist.

"Leave him," he said in a low voice. Causing you to freeze.

"I'm sorry?" You asked, confusion written all over your face.

"You heard what I said." He said, his gaze unwavering. "Leave him. I don't want you with someone else."

You tilted your head at him, "And who are you to tell me that?"

He rolled his eyes and let go of your wrist. "I want you for myself," he said, his voice low and husky. "And I know you want me as much as I want you."

You bit the inside of your cheek. He was right. You did want him. But, how could you possibly leave someone for someone else? You had come into this arrangement aware that it was only every night and nothing more.

You smiled, tilting your head at him. "I can't simply leave him," you said softly. "But, I still want to be with you."

He nodded and pulled you into his arms again, holding you close as he kissed the top of your head. "Then stay here," he whispered in your ear.

You stepped away from him and peered into his eyes, a warmth sweeping over your body. You couldn't help but feel the chemistry between you two, and it was too strong to ignore.

You stepped closer to him again and nodded, your voice a whisper as you spoke.

"Don't make me regret it, Euro."

#rory culkin x reader #rory culkin #lords of chaos #smut #rory culkin x y/n #euronymous #euronymous smut #euronymous x reader #rory culkin smut #rory culkin lords of chaos

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pgfone · 8 months

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In montagna di solito carico la legna in una piazzola vicino a una casa sperduta nel nulla, in questa casa ci abita una bambina di 6 anni che mi viene a trovare ogni volta che sono li, me la vedo arrivare di corsa col suo cane che la precede sempre sorridente e serena, è una bambina molto intelligente, di solito non ho un buon rapporto con i bambini e sono spesso a disagio, ma lei ha qualcosa di diverso è come parlare con un adulto spensierato e senza filtri di nessun genere, parliamo di tutto mentre carico la legna, mi racconta del suo cane, dei suoi pesci nell'acquario, dei pappagalli, di quello che mangerà a pranzo di quello che le piace e di quello che non le piace e io le racconto delle mie tartarughe dei gatti delle galline e tante altre cose. La mamma spesso la controlla con la coda dell'occhio mentre stende i panni in terrazza e quando guardo verso di lei mi saluta con la mano e la chiama: "Martinaaaaaaa lascia stare Giulio che ha da fareeeeeeeeee". Io la saluto a mia volta con la mano e gli dico "non ti preoccupare mi fa compagniaaaaaaaaa" di solito quando ho finito di caricare o se devo fare qualche manovra pericolosa la riporto a casa, mi da la mano appena le dico "dai ti accompagno a casa che ho finito" e ci facciamo questi 30 metri a piedi con il cane che ci gira intorno come una trottola. Oggi ero parecchio nervoso e scazzato stavo facendo i conti delle pesate e la penna mi scriveva a tratti, così smadonnavo sbattendo la penna sul volante e non mi sono reso conto che Martina era lì a osservarmi, quando ho alzato gli occhi me la sono vista che mi fissava con aria preoccupa , e subito mi dice: sei arrabbiato oggi? E io gli dico, un po' non mi scrive manco la penna.... a queste parole è scattata via a casa, non gli ho dato peso e ho continuato a smadonnare con i miei conti, ma dopo 5 minuti rieccola qui con una penna, mi guarda, mi fa uno scarabocchio sul foglio e mi dice, te la regalo, questa scrive bene così non ti arrabbi più.

#così non mi arrabbio più #molto difficile questo agosto #sopportatemi #non ci fate caso #ve vojo bene

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babygirl-riley · 6 months

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This is Halloween

141 has a celebration for Halloween, spouses are welcomed. With the matching costumes you coordinated, Simon finds a new link he enjoys

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mask kink, semi public sex, PiV, little rough sex, the quickiessss, squirting, alcohol

“I’ll turn around, ‘round baby gimme what I like.”

A/N: Happy Halloweeeen sluts! I hope you enjoy this cute fic 😈🤭

simon x reader guide

simon x reader smut

It was Soap’s idea to bring significant others to the party. The party he planned, he wanted. Of course Price agreed to it, saying it would be a team building exercise. Everyone agreed to it, besides Simon. Simon didn’t like the idea A going to a party but B you meeting the team.

Simon liked having home life and military life different. Price did give him an option on not coming but part of him knew you would like it. So he put it in your hands. At first you said it was really up to him, that if he didn’t want to go that you wouldn’t. It wasn’t until the day of he said you both should go.

“He wants to dress up.” He mumbled rethinking what he agreed to.

“Okay,” You said thinking. “We can just do something more of your liking? Something with a mask?”

“Hm,” He thought about it for a moment. “That would be great actually.”

You say there thinking and scrolling through many different media platforms. Showing him each one you thought would be a best fit. Some he scratched out and some he would be possible for. You both were on the couch watching tv while you looked. Until you froze and tapped on the phone. “Whatcha find?” He mumbled looking at you.

You smiled, he knew that smile anywhere. It was not the innocent smile you had. It has a devious tone to it. He lifted his brow, when you showed the screen he was curious and excited about it. “‘Lright.” He mumbled as you giggled getting up.

“I’ll start ordering then.” You said scrolling to Amazon.

The day of the Halloween party, there was more than the task force. People gathered from different places in the base as the music would be in the background of the conversations. He didn’t mind though, as both wore masks. Ghostface masks. It was actually a really good fit for him. He wore a tux with the original look of the Ghostface mask. You wore a dress and fishnets with the mask as well.

When you first showed off to him before leaving, you twirled, and naturally seeing your dress almost show your lacy panties underneath made his cock twitch. Never would he have thought of matching costumes with anyone let alone you. He didn’t like the idea. However, seeing you in a mask and a slutty dress made his head spin.

You went talking with Price’s wife, since she is really the only one who knew about you the longest. Simon leaned against a counter watching you as Soap came up to him. “I didn’t even know you would have dressed up.”

“I was made to,” He grumbled couldn’t get his eyes off your ass. He could take you in front of everyone right fucking now. Make them know who and only who made you feel so fucking good. “She insisted.”

Soap nodded once, before chuckling. “Yeah ya guys look great togetha honestly. The Ghostface fancy is a amazin’ idea. Especially the mask.”

Simon looked at Soap who flickered his eyebrows up. “Johnny I will punch ya.”

Soap heard a chuckle from behind him. His girlfriend wrapping her arm around his. “I would let ya.”

Hours went past as people started to pile more in. Drinks being down. People getting drunk. It was a nice pace of things. You danced with some women and laughed with them as Simon was talking with his lads. However, the more alcohol he drank the more his cock needed you.

Watching your hips move in the dress, the fishnets attached to your skin, and the fucking mask. It just turned something primal inside him. Drove him insane. He didn’t know if you were feeling the same until you excused yourself from the ladies and looking at him. When you turned he saw your finger beckoning him.

Simon excused himself as well, leaving the room. He walked the hallway the music dying down, the hallway darker than usually is. “Y/n,” He said calling out to you. “Where are ya?”

“Come find me.” You whispered but enough to hear.

He smirked, ah you are playing a dangerous game. He looked around the base, in the nearest rooms. Simon was impressed with no military skill how silent you were. Especially with the damn heels. His cock twitched more thinking how impressed and proud he was. Simon taught you how to just in case there was a situation where you needed to sneak around.

When he turned his head to a door that was cracked open. He looked up at the tag of the door. Lieutenant Riley.

Simon hummed walking over to the door to see you sitting on his desk. Sitting crossed legged, tapping your finger on his desk, the room only lit by the computer on the side. “Finally you found me,” You teased, the honey of your voice wanting him to go on his knees. “What now Lieutenant?”

Simon walked fully in, pushing the door quietly shut. Locking it. “Lieutenant,” He chuckled rolling his sleeves up, revealing his veiny tattoo arm first, knowing damn well that was your weakness. You shifted your weight as you spread your legs. “Proud of ya for being quiet.” He whispered his accent growing deeper and his voice is lower. His body going between your legs, sending shivers down your spine.

“Si,” You whined grabbing the back of his neck. “You look so fucking good in this suit,” You hand moving down his chest. His breath hitching. “Your fucking cologne. The fucking mask.” You added, you reached his belt, as you hand went pass to feel the bulge in his pants.

Simon groaned as you palmed him. Him rutting against your hand. Your other hand going under the mask to rake your fingers through his hair, making him shiver. “Fuck,” He whispered. “I couldn’t stop lookin’ at ya. Your fuckin’ dress and those fishnets.” His hand played with the nets between his fingers.

You chuckled as you leaned more towards his ear. The mask barely brushing against his ear. “Then rip them off.”

Simon didn’t hesitate any further, he pulled you closer as he lifted your dress up. Revealing the nets covering your panties and your pussy that he desperately needed. He ripped the nets down until he reached your panties. You moaned leaning your head back as he played with your clothed clit. He could feel how fucking needy you were.

Simon couldn’t think straight, alcohol and lust making his mind fuzzy. “Fucking hell beautiful, how long have you been needing me,” He said gripping your thigh with his other hand. He pulled your panties down a bit more and more. Slowly. “I could have fucked ya right there if ya needed me that bad.”

You moaned as his finger grazed over your hole and swiped up some of your arousal. You opened your eyes as he lift the mask just a bit before sucking on his finger. Your breath hitched and moaned, watching his arm muscles twitch. “Simon I don’t want to prep just fuck me.” You said, you sounded so desperate.

Simon chuckled, you saw his lips curl in a smile before putting the mask back into place. “Need me that bad huh?”

You grabbed his belt and pulled him closer. “You need me just as much.”

Simon was shocked, whatever was going through you he loved it. He loved the aggressive needy nature you were in. Simon groaned as he nodded undoing his belt, your hands working his zipper and button. He shoved his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to be free.

“Fuck Simon,” You whispered as he swiped more of you juices on his cock lathering it. “I need you so bad.”

Simon chuckled as he lined his cock towards your entrance. He placed his forehead against yours. “Keep that mask on yeah? I want to fuck you imagine that pretty doll face behind that mask.”

You hummed in approval as he pushed his way in. You both groaned as his cock invaded your pussy. Pushing the gummy walls to fight his fat cock into you. His eyes rolling from how your pussy clenched around him. “Easy baby,” He whispered pushing more in feeling you relax more. “Atta girl, good girl.”

You bit your lower lip trying to not moan too loud. He gripped your hips bringing you in closer as he snapped his hips into you. Feeling his girthy cock kiss your cervix, you both were panting. Wanting. Waiting. When he settled against your cervix you both gasped. “Fuck,” you whispered grabbing the back of his head to place his on your forehead. “Move Simon p-please.”

He sighed as he rolled his hips, imagining your beautiful eyes roll. “Its gonna be fast love. Don’ need Johnny to find us.”

You nodded whining as you grinded up to him. So he pulled all the way out and snapped right back into your pussy, you gasped as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The sound of his balls hitting your ass and the sound of both of your cum was like a symphony for him. The heat that radiated between both of you as his pace became fast and hard was like the fucking sun itself.

“Oh my god,” You moaned as you watched his dick go in and out of you before looking back up at the man in the mask. “Your cock feels so f—fucking good baby.”

Simon didn’t know if was the alcohol or the buzz of euphoria but he thought about how fucking amazing you would look in his skull mask. Fucking you with it on, you wearing it. Him. Didn’t matter. This was one of the many the best fucking idea you had. Having a new kink come into his mind.

Simon growled gripping your neck to pull your head to his. “You look fucking amazing with this on,” He growled as he felt you pussy clench around him. “We-fuck…”

Your hand gripped his wrist as you started to squeal with delight. “Yes oh my fuckin-.”

You came hard, having Simon roll his eyes and tilt his head back. He looked down to see you squirting, leaving more of your juices on him. Having him groan, having him feel like he was going feral. Never have you squirted before until tonight. Making Simon’s grip on your throat and your thigh got tighter. Simon let go of your throat as he placed his hand on his desk. You knew he was done for after not once. Twice. But three times thrusting into you before cumming into your needy pussy.

Simon shoved his cock all the way to your cervix, unloading all the cum he had into you. He was laying against you, shaking as he came. You panted as your orgasm was slowing down, still wrapped around him. Clenching onto him. You placed your forehead on his shoulder as Simon placed his ontop of yours.

Both of you panting and trying to regain your visions, Simon lifted the mask placing a kiss on your shoulder. “Never knew ya loved the mask.” He whispered kissing up to your neck.

You sighed lightly, loving the feel of his kisses and stubble against your skin. “I always have.”

When he reached your face taking yours off. Just like how he imagined your face to be after being fucked. Sweaty, red, and dazed. He kissed your lips slow. “Noted, we definitely should have ya try my mask on.”

You smirked against his lips as he captured yours again. Oh he shouldn’t wish that cause now you have many ideas to surprise him with.

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bendydudeinc · 1 year

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Hello, it’s bendydude absolutely wasted and thinking about Atsushi in heat and fucking me senseless with the prompt “keep your eyes on me.”

Inspired off of:

Please bear with me uh

Atsushi x AFAB nonbinary reader

Warnings: smutty smut smut breeding kink, praising / I have a voice kink, …..slight daddy kink? I get called baby, mutt I think, and shit something else accidentally just deleted it

Not really proof read !

I claw onto his back to try and ground myself, legs locked at the ankles around his waist and head thrown back onto the pillows. I’ll probably be sore tomorrow from all the manhandling. He snaps his hips harshly against mine in response, growling quietly in my ear. He trails his fangs teasingly over my neck, letting the tips drag into my skin and leave red marks, then, sinking them into my skin. He had summoned his tigers arms and legs to give him more control and power behind his thrusts, and man forgets his own damn strength I stg. He grips my hips hard, keeping me at that angle that makes me start to cry from how overwhelming it is, his cock completely destroying my insides. He gasps, letting out a loud choked moan, crying into the crook of my neck as he cums hard inside of me, slamming his hips against mine one last time and growling as my walls clench around him. I lost count how many times both of us had cum after 5.

And oh man- his beautiful sounds and whines-

“F-fuck yeah! *pant* Take it! Take my cum! gonna- *pant* fill you up baby…fill you up so pretty..”

He has the tiger dwelling inside of him to thank for his almost unnatural stamina during heat. He kept his dick inside of me, definitely not done yet. He watches with a grin as I pant and tremble, legs feeling like they might just fall off. And just when I think I may be getting a real break, he sees the mark he left on my neck with his fangs, and lightly runs his finger across it. I whimper his name in broken syllables, eyes glistening, and he goes crazy again. I gasp and whine in overstimulation as he slowly starts to thrust again.

“Jus- one more? Please baby~? G-gotta, ngh! Gotta make sure you’re nice and stuffed~”

He bends me so my back is arched farther, and I swear I mewl at the way his dick nudges past what I thought possible. My eyes roll back and close in ecstasy. A deep tone from Atsushi snaps me back to his gaze as his thrusts become frantic yet again. His tiger claws dig into my thigh and his other hand grips my chin to make me look back at him.

“Keep your eyes on me.” His yellow eyes glow, staring deep into mine, as if reading my soul. I nod, liking the idea of seeing my boyfriends feral expressions as he fucks me full. And that, he does. His cock twitches as he grabs both of my legs, pushing them up slowly to the sides of my head and thrusting again before I have time to be surprised. We both cry out in pleasure, and he smirks as he watches my face contort in bliss.

But oh, HIS face would be magnificent.

He whimpers again and again through clenched teeth as his eyebrows furrow in. He rests his forehead on mine and moans out, cursing loudly. He’s close again. He starts a brutal pace, gripping my ankles tightly and practically folding me. My gaze turns hazy as I stare up at the pussy drunk man in heat above me. I feel my face turning red as we make the lewdest faces at each other. The quick, slap slap slap slap of our cum meeting between our hips being the only thing almost as loud as our moans. He hisses, holding onto his orgasm and snaking a hand down, rubbing a pad against my clit. Im seeing stars, screaming as he forces me to continue facing him when we cum together.

We’re both a panting mess. He’s collapsed on top of me, giving his tiger form a rest as I plant a kiss on his nose, cheek, and forehead. Then, one gently on his lips. He smiles softly, staring down at my lips before capturing them in a slow, passionate kiss that has me squirming under him.

“Fuck. Kiss me like that again and we’re going again honey.”

I grin, “I think we both know we’re going again anyway.”

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