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mlm-writer · 8 months

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Stories by the Void (John Constantine x M!Reader)

Pairing: John Constantine (LoT ver.) x Male!Monster Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1868 POV: Second Summary: Your dumbass warlock boyfriend did not come home in time, so you decided to drag his ass home and then fuck that ass too. Note: When I say monster reader, I mean reader is a person-ish sized lovecraftian-esque eldritch abomination. Thank you. Tags: hint of bondage, explicit murder, magic, tendrils and tentacles, anal sex, monstercock (literally lmao), reading smut, ok scratch the hint of bondage i forgot the tentacle bondage, so more than a hint of bondage, intimate rough sex, choking, knotting, bit of cuminflation and dirty talk

With each step the ground blackened under your feet. Darkness encased your being, even the light afraid of touching you in your current state. Within that infinite void that made it seem like there was a hole in the universe, a dozen eyes pierced the darkness with their crimson glow. If your malicious aura did not alert the guards, your piercing stare certainly did. They froze in fear, their tiny human minds incapable of comprehending the monstrosity before them. It was better this way. There was no need for you to stain yourself with their blood right before paying your stupid boyfriend a visit.

And so you waltzed right into the ruins of an old church. As you pushed open the doors, you were greeted with a familiar scent mixed with the tang of iron-rich blood. Constantine was on his knees on the floor with his hands tied by a thick rope in front of him, which you would have found very sexy were it not for the blood dripping down his nose and temple. Two nonhumans turned towards you when they heard you enter. You did not bother discerning who or what they were. The fuck did you care anyway?

"Oi, good to see you, love," your boyfriend called from where he was on the scarlet-stained stone floor. He was beaten badly and yet still had that dumbass smirk on his face. One of the others in the room leaped at you. You caught them midair in a large claw.

"You haven't been home," you complained as you squeezed the literal life out of the individual you caught. Black blood dripped onto the floor as bones cracked under your force. When the person was nothing but a drained sack of meat, you tossed them to the ground. The other individual just ran off. For the better, you had no desire to kill them anyway. Their lives meant as little to you as their deaths.

You strode over to your boyfriend, grabbing him by the rope that bound his hands. “What? Thought I would be out here cheating on you?” John was teasing, but he should not be testing you. You looked like the embodiment of the devil himself, but John was on a first name basis with Lucifer himself. That and he loved you too much to be even slightly intimidated by your malicious aura.

You lifted him to his feet and pulled him close to you. “You smell awful,” you grumbled, before dragging him by his bound hands out of the building. When you departed the building, you saw the guards had decided that you were above their paygrade. They were nowhere to be seen. Once outside, you engulfed John in the darkness of your body and teleported him home.

You materialised directly in the bathroom, where you deposited him into a bath you had prepared before you went out to get him. It was no longer boiling, your tracking taking up enough time for it to turn lukewarm. “That’s focking cold, mate!” John complained, not even wondering where his clothes went. He was used to your random powers by now. You sighed and stuck an appendage in the water. As you chanted a spell, the water slowly heated up. “Ok that’s better,” John said to make you stop. You removed yourself from the water and grabbed the shampoo. “Are you just gonna keep my hands like this?” John questioned while holding up his bound hands.

You chuckled and gave a nod, before sinking your digits into his hair, massaging his scalp carefully with your soapy claws. “I like seeing you tied up,” you growled close to his ear. The shiver running down John’s spine did not go unnoticed. After you were done with his hair, you washed the rest of his body, pampering and teasing your boyfriend until his cock was twitching under the water.

John gave you the bedroom eyes all throughout you drying him off with the cleanest towel you had. “You’ve been away for too long,” you whispered as you brought John to the sofa. John was a pliant, needy mess and let you put him across your lap with ease. Your tendrils played with his hole, your slick helping with getting him ready for you. John knew what was going to happen. You had agreed long ago that you couldn’t handle it when he didn’t carry your scent on him. You needed others of your kind to know that you had made your claim. John just needed your fat length inside of him.

Your partner mewled as your small tendrils made their way inside him. They pushed at his walls, stretching him gently more and more. One of them had a different mission though, prodding and rubbing at that one spot where he was the most sensitive. You could feel John leaking all over you, but as much as you wanted him to smell like you, you wanted to smell like him too.

John - the sly fox he is - didn’t tell you how close he was, clearly trying to get out of the sexual torture you had planned for him. Unfortunately for him, you did not need him to tell you with words, his moans telling you all you needed to know. You replaced your thin tendrils with the tentacles that spawned from your back, stretching him out even more, while balancing John on the fine edge of orgasm. He moaned through gritted teeth, trying so hard to not make a sound. You decided to not tease him for once; let him have his pride.

With your tentacles, you manhandled John into your lap. Your thick cock slipped inside his stretched ass with ease. John gasped, a soft moan escaping him as you filled him. “Relax, my sycophant,” you whispered as he buried his face into your neck. Your tentacles wrapped around John’s thighs, keeping him in place with your giant member buried halfway inside him. He was warm. His hole fluttered around you, adjusting to the intrusion gradually.

One of your many appendages reached out to grab a book. A deep rumble coated your voice as you read the short stories to John.

“When his clothes were shed down to his underwear, I kissed down his body, my huge tongue lapping at his skin. His skin had a tangy aftertaste, making me moan at the flavour with each lick. Each wet trail I left on his skin was met with a low hum. I pulled off his underwear and took his dick in my mouth. He whimpered, hands grabbing the sheets. He was so small compared to me. I could take his cock and balls in my mouth without breaking a sweat, the back of my mouth none the wiser of my activities. He almost cried from the pleasure I brought him.”

John wanted to ride you to the sunset, but your tentacles wrapped around him did not even allow for a little grinding. You were only two pages in when you needed to restrain John’s hands as well. Little John was leaking all over your abdomen.

“He hissed as I breached him again. I stared at him as he took me deeper than I thought he would. He managed to impale himself halfway my length, before he raised up just a little. I was enthralled by the way his body moved while he deep-fucked himself on my cock, taking half of it inside and moaning like a song that I never wanted to end. I placed my hands on his hips, helping him at first, but soon enough I lifted and lowered him like a toy on my cock.”

You were a few short stories in when John was panting against your shoulder, his body vibrating with desire. He wouldn’t beg, too proud for it, but the suppressed whines were enough for you. You put the book away and lifted his head up with a sharp claw, the nails pressing against the skin without piercing it. “Promise me you take me with you next time,” you whispered into his face, your hot breath warming his already red skin.

“With pleasure, love, but you don’t exactly blend in anywhere.” You slapped his bottom, letting him know you were not pleased with the answer. He keened against you, trembling in your lap. “What? You’re going to keep me here until I say yes?” You shrugged, an evil smirk on your face. You could force nations to their knees and yet this one warlock was your greatest challenge.

“I can disguise myself, you know. I just choose not to, most of the time.” You loosened your tentacles for a second and thrust up into John. He moaned softly, eyes wide and mouth open. Then you restrained him again. “If you want more, say yes, my darling.” You caressed his face dotingly.

“Bollocks, fine! As long as you blend in and fuck me right now.” Your tentacles moved, changing their positions around John’s body. They no longer held him down, but had the perfect leverage to lift him up and down to your will.

“Your wish is my command, warlock,” you growled in his ear, before moving him as you pleased. John’s arms were held behind his back as you moved him over your shaft like he was just a fleshlight. The human’s dick bounced up and down, slapping against his tentacle-covered stomach. John’s mouth was so beautifully open as he wailed on your massive length, you could not resist filling that mouth too.

John sucked eagerly on the tentacle you offered him. The lewdness of being spitroasted by just you got to his head. His seed spilled over you without warning. You pulled him down and against your frame. With small thrusts, you milked him empty. Without the tentacles, the outline of your dick was clearly visible through the skin of John’s abdomen. His eyes met some of yours, the hazy look on him showing nothing but pleasure. “My turn,” you grinned as you wrapped a claw around his neck and started thrusting up inside him. He would’ve screamed if he had the air for it. His whole body was shaking as you overstimulated his gaping, raw-fucked ass. A knot swelled at the base of your cock.

With your low, gravelly voice, you told John all the dirty things you wanted to do to him now he was back. John cried out as the mental image forced a second orgasm out of him. Feeling him cum again, you grabbed his shoulder and pulled him all the way down, forcing him to take your knot into his ass. John was a mess, tears and drool staining his beautiful face. Complete nonsense poured out of his mouth as you filled him up so much, the outline of your member seemed to disappear as his belly inflated with your load.

John’s limp dick twitched, but there was no way John had any energy left in him. Before you knew it, he was passed out against your torso, softly snoring against your shoulder. You’d give him another bath later, but for now, you let him rest. There were many more things to do to him later.

#male reader #john constantine #dc #dc legends of tomorrow #john constantine x reader #john constantine x male reader #dc x male reader #dc x reader #lot x reader #legends of tomorrow x male reader #dc legends of tomorrow x reader #legends of tomorrow x reader #legends of tomorrow

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 month

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Sara Lance x Male Insomniac Spider-Man Reader?

Sara and Y/N kiss passionately, rolling around, and lost in the moment…

Sara: I’m not letting you go, my spider monkey

Y/N: wouldn’t expect you to, my canary

Sara playfully bites Y/N’s lip…

Rip Hunter walks in…

Rip: Sara? Y/N? Where are you?

Y/N clings tight to Sara while holding to the ceiling, quiet as ever…

Rip: where do they always go? It’s a ship!

Rip leaves…

Sara: saved me some trouble. That deserves a reward

She begins fumbling with Y/N’s costume zipper…

#dc comics #sara lance #legends of tomorrow #Sara Lance x reader #white canary #white canary x reader #dc comics fluff #dc comics incorrect quotes #caity lotz #spider man #insomniac #spider man insomniac

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waltermis · 7 months

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Does anyone else just hate when a reader complains that their favorite author hasn't updated yet? Or when we wrote something that just isn't up to your standards??

Or when we write out warnings and people just ignore them and read it anyways and then they squawk about how they hated a certain aspect in your story, WHICH WE HAVE ALREADY POSTED A WARNING ABOUT!! I hate how they blame the author for writing something that triggers them when they should know their own limits. SPOILER ALERT!!! DON'T READ SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH!! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ AND CONSUME, NOT US!!

And let's not forget when we release less content for one character to write more for another. Like bitch I am taking time out of my own life to give you some entertainment and you're whining?!?! If you want to read something then write it yourself.

And show authors the respect they should be getting! Everyday there is NEW AND FREE content waiting for you to read and you have the audacity to bitch and moan.

And yeah, sometimes we'll mess up on some grammar or spelling but WE'RE HUMAN too. Authors shouldn't have to apologize when they publish something later than the date or time that they promised. Or when they've promised to write and just can't sometimes. It's hard okay?! Finding motivation to write is one of the most difficult things ever! And writers shouldn't have to say sorry when readers put in ALL CAPS for in their post's comments when they accidentally put in the wrong tags. Authors shouldn't have to feel pressured when writing something; writing is supposed to be a calming and relaxing thing. It should be fun. People shouldn't have to expect them to write 24/7 or to publish something everyday. We have a life too y'know!!

This is for anyone who's ever complained about an author... Get a fucking life already and get the fuck off my page if you're gonna be a motherfucking asshole!!

AND TO ALL THE AUTHORS OUT THERE, YOU GUYS ARE SO AMAZING! I AM SO PROUD OF EVERYBODY FOR EVERYTHING YOU'VE WRITTEN. I KNOW THAT YOU DON'T GET THIS AS OFTEN AS YOU SHOULD BUT YOU GUYS ARE INCREDIBLE! THANK YOU FOR TAKING TIME OUT OF YOUR EXTREMELY BUSY SCHEDULES TO WRITE STORIES FOR SOME UNGRATEFUL DICKHEADS!! I SUPPORT YOU GUYS 100%! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️❤️❤️

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1-imaginary-girl · 7 months

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Happy Birthday

Leonard Snart x Reader

Summary: It's Leonard's birthday, and you have a special gift for him. Reader is gender-neutral. (This takes place in The Flash universe, before Legends).

Warnings: Pure fluff!

Word Count: 1552

A/N: I keep adding new men to my master list but I can't help it! Wentworth Miller is just a beautiful individual and I've been obsessed with him as Captain Cold from the start.

It wasn’t the sun shining through his windows that woke him up. It wasn’t even the hustle and bustle of Central City. No, instead, Leonard woke up to the feeling of kisses peppering his face.

He immediately smiles before even opening his eyes. “G’morning,” he says in a husky voice. He hears you giggle. He opens his eyes to the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You’re next to him on the bed, leaned over so that your faces are close together. You have the brightest smile on your face, that lights him up from the sight of it. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, an angel in human form, but he’ll be damned if he gives you up.

His attention falls back to you as you speak. “Happy birthday!” you say excitedly, trying not to be too loud as he had just woken up. He looks confused before remembering. He had completely forgotten. But it seems as if you hadn’t.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” You lean down and plant a kiss on his lips, thoroughly waking Leonard up. He brings his hand up to hold your head but then you pull away giggling. He’s left looking jokingly dejected which gets him another quick kiss on his pouty lips. “You seem very excited.”

“Well duh! It’s your birthday. Birthdays are fun,” you say cheerfully.

“As long as you don’t throw me a surprise party, I’ll have fun.” You look offended.

“I think I know my boyfriend a little better than that,” you say which makes him smile. He takes you in, positively vibrating with joy and narrows his eyes.

“What is it?” he asks suspiciously. This only makes you smile wider.

“I got you something,” you say and before he can even comment, you’re off the bed. He instantly misses your warmth.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he says, missing you but simultaneously drinking you in as he sits up. Your hair is a little tussled from the night before and he notices that you’re wearing his shirt which looks much better on you.

“Oh hush, of course I did!” you call from the closet. You quickly find what you’re looking for and turn with it behind your back. You’re biting down your grin, trying to contain your excitement now, but it’s all over your face. He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

You make your way back over to the bed and place the gift in his lap. “I have a card for later,” you say. “But I need you to open this first.”

Leonard looks down at the delicately wrapped gift. The wrapping paper is dark blue with white polka dots. As soon as he touches it, he hears you take a sharp intake. When he looks back over at you, your excited energy has turned nervous. You’re rapidly looking from him to the gift. He reaches over to squeeze your hand, trying to help your nerves. It works, as you take a deep breath.

He returns to the gift and begins to unwrap it. Underneath the paper, is a plain white box. He glances over at you again and your eyes are trained on the box. Slowly, he opens it.

There, sitting on a sheet of parchment paper, is a hat. Not just any hat. It’s a dark blue winter hat, and it looks as if it’s been hand-knitted. He’s staring in disbelief, wondering why he’s tearing up at something as simple as a hat.

“Did you make this?” he whispers in awe, slowly reaching in and taking the hat into his hands. It feels comfortable and soft.

You clear your throat. “Y-yeah I did,” you say and Leonard looks at you with stars in his eyes because he can’t believe that his kind-hearted partner took the time to make something for him. You won’t meet his eyes, but if you did, you would see the love he has for you plastered on his face. “I, uh, I tried to match the colour to your coat.” You quickly add, “N-not that you would wear it on the job or anything, but it matches if you wear them together. Or it should.”

He noted that, the choice of colour syncing with his signature coat. “Y/N…” he says, for once at a loss for words. Unfortunately, you take his silence to mean something else.

“I-if you don’t like it, I can get you something else! It’s not that great considering it was my first time knitting, you know I wanted to try something new, but if you don’t like it I would totally under—”

Before your nervous ramblings got worse, Leonard leaned over and pulled you into a fierce kiss. You hesitate, confused for a moment, before leaning into it. You pull away, looking at Leonard for the first time and seeing an absolutely giddy smile, which confuses you even more but puts a smile on your face.

“I love it,” he says, looking into your eyes. You can tell he isn’t lying.

“Really?” you ask with tentative hopefulness. He pulls back to look at it some more.

“Yes!” he says and relief crashes down on you. He sees you smiling again. “In fact…” Leonard takes his new hat and puts it on, instantly warming his head. Your eyes widen.

“You don’t have to wear it—”

“Of course I do, it’s my new favourite hat,” he says with a smile. The thought of wearing something you made special for him warms his heart. He can tell that you’re still not entirely convinced. You set your lips into a straight line before leaning over to take the hat off. But Leonard’s quicker and he leans back, causing you to fall onto his chest.

You giggle as he says, “Are you trying to steal my hat? On my birthday of all days?” This causes you to giggle harder which makes him chuckle. You look up at him with nothing but love in your eyes and his heart still manages to skip a beat after all this time.

“I’m glad you like it,” you say, finally accepting his words to be true.

“How could I not? It’s from you,” he says softly. You bury your face in his chest as you blush which makes him laugh again. Then you lean up and plant kisses all over his face as you did before.

You pause as your faces are inches away from one another. “Happy birthday Leonard,” you say again. He smiles and before he can respond, you lean in and press your lips to his. It’s soft and slow and full of love. When it starts to become more passionate, you pull back biting your lip.

He tries to reconnect your lips but you turn away. “We have to save some for later,” you say with a wink. He groans but gives up as you settle on his chest. As he looks at you, he realizes that you’re the best gift he could ever receive. He wonders if that’s too corny to say out loud. Either way, he sighs in content. He could stay like this, the two of you in bed together, for the rest of the day—

You suddenly sit up, taking your warmth away from him. “Time to make your birthday breakfast!” you say excitedly. You start to move off the bed but he wraps his arms around your middle.

“Can’t we just stay like this in bed all day?” he asks, leaning his head against your back and planting a kiss there. But you wriggle your way out of his grip.

“As nice as that sounds, no can do. I have a whole day planned for you.” As much as he protests to getting out of bed, he really appreciates what you’ve done for him. “So up and at ‘em!”

You skip out of the bedroom towards the kitchen and he groans again, hearing your giggle echo from down the hall. But then he smiles and climbs out of bed, slowly following you. He almost forgets he’s wearing the hat but doesn’t want to take it off. He has a feeling this might be his best birthday yet.

Bonus scene:

The next day at work, one of the rogues is talking with Mick when Leonard walks in. His appearance causes both of them to stop, and not just because he’s in charge.

Along with his infamous blue jacket, Leonard Snart is wearing a new, knitted blue hat. At first, they don’t know what to say. They just stare as he walks by. But then the rogue decides to speak up.

“Hey boss, what the hell are you wearing?” the man asks. Leonard pauses in his tracks and slowly turns to face him with a glare set on his face.

“A hat,” he says, obviously. Then his hand moves to his cold gun and powers it on. “Care to comment on it?”

The man’s eyes widen. “N-no, it looks great,” the man says with a nervous smile. Leonard says nothing more, slowly removing his hand from the gun before walking away. Once he’s out of hearing distance, the man turns to Mick. “You think Y/N made it for him?”

“Oh absolutely,” Mick responds.

From that day on, the hat became a part of Captain Cold’s look.

#leonard snart x reader #leonard snart x you #leonard snart x y/n #captain cold x reader #captain cold x you #captain cold x y/n #leoanrd snart #captain cold #leonard snart fanfiction #captain cold fanfiction #the flash #the flash fanfiction #leonard snart imagine #dc fanfiction #legends of tomorrow

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st4r1light · 3 months

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your camera roll if you were dating caity lotz ✧

- 🏷️ @cevansbaby-dove

#caity lotz #caity lotz x reader #wlw #dc legends of tomorrow #the pact #sara lance #sara lance x reader #sara lance x you #annie barlow #the machine

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tvimagines221b · 1 year

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Imagine: Sara Lance helping you escape Bishop, and taking you in, and her telling you that you can start a new life with The Legends.

Being stuck on that god-awful alien planet, with that psychopath, Bishop, was hell enough. But what made things so much worse for you were the experiments. The experiments and tests he would run on you. He always would tell you that you were meant for the greater good. That you would be aiding him in saving the human race. But with him, it was always one lie after another. You spent months locked in his lab. Day after day, in misery. Until one day you finally escaped. Thanks to a group of time travelers known as The Legends. Their Captain, Sara Lance had taken you in. And, you had been with them ever since escaping that planet.

Letting out a shaky breath, you were sitting on the stairs in the console room. But you weren't alone. Sara joined you.

Sara looked over at you. "Hey... Everything is going to be okay. You're safe now. Bishop can't hurt you anymore."

You looked at her. "Yeah..."

Sara Lance placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, listen to me. I know you went through a lot back there. A lot more than I did. But you don't have to be scared anymore. Bishop is gone. You're safe... And, this team, we're going to look after you, okay?" Her expression softened.

You let out a shaky breath. " I just don't want to be alone anymore."

"You're not alone anymore," Sara said, gently squeezing your shoulder. "This team is a family. And you are a part of this family now. You have a second chance. A chance to start a new life. With us, if you so choose. You are a Legend now." She smiled.

#sara lance #sara lance imagine #sara lance x reader #legends of tomorrow x reader #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow imagine #dc legends of tomorrow

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iliumheightnights · 1 year

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Ray Palmer will constantly shrink and hide in his boyfriend's shirt pocket because he doesn't want to be away from him for too long. He hides it under the excuse 'I need to make sure you're safe.' but his boyfriend knows the truth.

#ray palmer #the atom #dc #legends of tomorrow #x male reader #x male!reader #male reader #male!reader #x reader

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l0nely4evah · 3 months

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i’ve fallen in love again…. and his name is Brandon Routh 😫🥰

#legends of tomorrow #dc universe #ray palmer #brandon routh #arrowverse #the flash #ray palmer x reader #he’s so pretty

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marvelsgirl616 · 19 days

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#john constantine #dc constantine #john constantine x reader #matt ryan #dceu #arrowverse #dc comics #dc universe #dc characters #dc cast #legends of tomorrow

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she-walks-on-starlight · 3 months

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hi there! You can call me Star or Starlight 👋✨ I'm 27 and I love writing all things sapphic, from one shots, to headcanons to longer fics 💖

men, minors, blogs with no age displayed, terfs, racists, and haters dni

I welcome any requests, thoughts and opinions, or just talking about any and all things sapphic - my inbox is always open! See below for a list of what I write :)

I write for:

She Ra: Princesses of Power

Adora/She-Ra x Catra

Adora/She-Ra x Glimmer

Glimmer x Catra

Perfuma x Scorpia

Catra x Scorpia x Entrapta

Entrapta x Scorpia

Mara x Hope

Arcane/League of Legends

Caitlyn x Vi

Caitlyn x Vi x Reader

Sevika x Reader

Grayson x Reader

Cassandra Kiramman x Reader

Jinx x Lux

Jinx x Reader

Vi x Reader

Caitlyn x Reader

Ambessa Medarda x Reader

RWBY

Blake x Yang

Ruby x Weiss

Blake x Yang x Weiss

Yang x Weiss

Ruby x Penny

The Last of Us

Ellie x Reader

Ellie x Dina

Abby x Reader

Ellie x Abby

Allie x Abby x Reader

Miscellaneous

Clarke x Lexa (The 100)

Maggie x Alex (Supergirl)

Sara x Ava (Legends of Tomorrow)

I won't write: underage, non-con, explicit gore, incest, taboo/illegal.

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bi-bard · 2 years

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That’s My Ride or Die - Leonard Snart & Mick Rory Imagine (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

Title: That’s My Ride or Die

Pairing: Leonard Snart & Mick Rory X Platonic!Reader

Based On: Best Friend

Word Count: 562 words

Warning(s): mentions of break-up

Summary: A collection of moments between Leonard, Mick, and the human equivalent of a puppy, (Y/n). They take the form of the most chaotic trio in the universe.

Author's Note: I think this is quite cute.

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I don't think anyone could've guessed the consequences of putting me on a ship with Leonard Snart and Mick Rory.

By all accounts, we should've hated each other. I had dedicated myself to protecting anyone I could... they were thieves with ice and fire guns that seemingly only cared for themselves.

But somehow, the three of us ended up being best friends. While there was a whole team around us, we each seemed more tied to each other than anyone else. Neither one of us could quite explain it. It just kind of worked out that way.

The first memory I have of how close we were was after a particularly embarrassing break-up.

I had been trying to maintain a relationship with someone on Earth that definitely didn't deserve the effort. After they had pulled the plug, I found myself hiding away in the kitchen. I wasn't really doing anything. I was just sitting there, quiet and disconnected.

I barely registered Leonard and Mick coming in to sit with me.

"For what it's worth," Leonard said. "They were a nightmare to be around."

I let out a scoff. "Of course, you would say that."

"I could burn them," Mick offered.

"I... I think I'm alright, thanks," I replied. "Why are you being so nice?"

"Because you're one of the few people on this ship that isn't completely irritating," Leonard shrugged.

"We're friends then," I asked.

"Sure."

"Best friends?"

"Don't push it."

I just chuckled. Yeah, that was the beginning of us being best friends.

My next favorite memory was while we were on a mission.

Rip had sent the three of us off on a task together. Poor choice on his part, but it had all worked out in the end. As we watched everything seemingly fall into place, I got just a little bit excited.

"Oh, hell yeah!"

Leonard and Mick both quickly looked at me. They both seemed a bit shocked. It took me a moment to realize that they were staring.

"I can cuss, y'know."

"It's just strange..."

"Always pictured you as a small... pug," Mick added.

"A pug," I asked.

"Pretty accurate comparison," Leonard added.

"I hate both of you."

"No, you don't," Leonard replied. "Now, come on, Rip doesn't like to be left waiting."

I rolled my eyes but followed close behind them. "I don't hate you guys."

"We know," Mick grumbled.

I chuckled.

It was times like these that I thought about those moments. The ones that made me happy. The ones that never failed to put me in a better mood.

Sometimes I needed them.

It's not because something bad had happened... Mick was just throwing up and I was sitting on the floor next to him. I needed the reminder about why I would choose to do this.

"You alright," Leonard asked as he walked in.

"I'm waiting for him to pass out, so I can make sure he doesn't choke on his own tongue," I shrugged.

"You can go change," he motioned toward the door. "I'll take care of him."

"Thank you."

I stood up and started walking out.

"I love you guys."

"Love you too," Leonard nodded. "And I'm sure Mick would say the same if he were sober."

I gave him a thumbs up before walking out of the room.

It was chaos, but I loved these boys. No matter what.

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mlm-writer · 4 months

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Prophecy (John Constantine x GN!Reader)

Pairing: John Constantine (LoT ver.) x Gender Neutral!Demon!Reader (with two dicks and tentacles) Rating: Explicit Words: 1014 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 25 - Monsterfucking Note: Reader is not referred to with any gendered words. Reader just has a dick.... well two actually... king shark style.... Tags: demon fucking, anal, anal fingering, biting, tentacles, manhandling, wet and sloppy, double penetration, PWP and haiku at the end

A filthy moan vibrated through the tentacle you had shoved down John’s throat. You could feel his oesophagus bare down onto your extremity. When he seemed to choke, you retracted the tentacle to rest the end on his tongue. John opened his eyes, tears streaming down his crimson cheeks as he breathed around your appendage. “So pretty,” you cooed as your other tentacles caressed his glistening body.

Two of them had suctioned down onto his nipples, pressing down and pulling on the sensitive flesh. Each movement allowed you to feel his cock twitch, which you currently had sandwiched between your two own, a tentacle wrapped around it to keep your cocks snugly together. “Please,” John whispered with his mouth still full. You shut him up by pushing the tentacle back down his throat, reaching as deep as you knew he could handle it. He moaned in satisfaction.

You could smell his arousal, the air in the warehouse thick with the odour of lust. Your other four tentacles held John up in the air, giving your hands all the access you desired to his pretty hole. John sucked so eagerly; it was hard to tell whether the whine was from your tentacle slipping deeper down his throat or from a third finger joining the wet mess inside him. His flushed skin was like a furnace in the poorly isolated, abandoned building. The only light came from the moonlight coming through the windows near the ceiling and the summoning circle below you, where the flames warmed your body. The red light coming from below created erotic shadows on John’s body. You couldn’t hold back anymore and turned John over, your tentacles manhandling him into a bent over position with his ass at your mouth’s height. You bared your triangular teeth to the world, before pressing them into the softness of John’s ass.

John moaned as he felt you almost pierce his skin. He didn’t care if you did. He had been edged so often by now, he would let you do anything to him. He just needed to cum; he needed your permission to cum. His cock was dripping arousal onto the weathered concrete, the cold air helping him to repress the orgasm he had been on the brink of - over and over. “Why are you always such a fucking menace?” He slurred, trying to wiggle his hands free so he could stroke his weeping cock, but your body and all its extremities left no room for him to move.

His taunt was all the instructions you needed from him. You bit down on the other cheek, dragging your sharp teeth down to leave angry red lines. The sound coming from him was primal, desperate and obscene. You lowered him, aligning his fingered-open hole with your cocks. You pressed the tip of the lower one against his entrance. The tapered tip slipped inside easily. You pressed forward, stretching him more and more the deeper you went. The base was too thick for him, but you knew he would be able to take that and much more eventually.

A euphonic song of gasps and moans came from the warlock as you worked him open with your enormity. He was hot around you, his arousal filling your senses. His filthy moans filled your ears. You could smell the precum that was dripping onto the ground. Your vision was focused on where you saw your length almost entirely disappear inside of him. Your fingers digged into his plump ass, your left thumb pressing into the crimson lines you left earlier. All that was missing was his essence on your tongue.

Your tentacles moved, keeping John speared on your hardness as you pressed his back against your chest. Two of your tentacles held him by the knees now, keeping his legs spread. Another two held him below the arms. Another wrapped itself around John’s neck, lightly choking him. Yet another grabbed him by the hair [why did I give you so many tentacles?], forcing his head to turn so you could kiss him. Saliva covered his lips and dripped down his chin as you ravaged his mouth. The two tentacles you still had left wrapped around his middle and moved him on your cock like a toy. Your second cock rubbed deliciously between his cheeks with each thrust. You moaned into his mouth, hands reaching for his nipples. Even the lightest touch to the abused nubs made John whimper.

With the new angle, John took you to the base so easily. The human’s skin was slick from the secretion coming from your many appendages. John felt like he was drowning. He was wet all over in your slick. Tongues danced sloppily as he was filled with your cock. “Another,” he managed to moan against your lips. You understood, one hand letting go of his red nipples to angle your second cock in line with his stretched hole. John’s delighted cry echoed through the building when the tip of your second cock slipped inside along the first one.

John was near-incoherent as you speared him open with both your cocks. His length twitched pathetically against his abdomen, precum joining your juices on his skin. “You can cum for me John,” you whispered into his ear, your tongue darting out to tease his earlobe. He whimpered in reply, something about how you had the tendency to continue, how you were unlikely to stop, how it hurt so good. Your triangular teeth teased his ear as you chuckled ominously.

The warlock screamed like his life depended on it as you renounced mercy and tightened his grip on him. A wet squelch accompanied every thrust into his spit open body. You could feel John tighten around you, the most pitiful moans filling the room as he painted his own body and face white. “That’s it, warlock,” you delighted in his helplessness. Your tentacles manhandled John onto the floor, upper body against the concrete and ass up. “Now let’s fulfil your prophecy.”

You continued on. You were unlikely to stop. And it hurt so good.

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sugarcandydoll · 3 months

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rewatching the flash with my brother and the whole hunter zolomon situation is giving me butterflies! ♡🙊💓

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akariamai · 1 year

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Sunshine

Pairing: Ray Palmer x FutureSoldier!Reader

Word Count: 793

He was the personification of sunshine itself. A man seemingly untouched by the evils of the world with the ability to carry on with such merriness. You envied him. All that surrounded you was darkness and misery. It covers you like a favorite blanket on a cold winter night. The darkness acted as your lifeline because you had nothing else to keep you afloat from the somber abyss you’re exceedingly close to suffocating into. Your nightmares and memories tormented you every single day.

You found yourself watching him tinker with one of his projects. Schematics and a variety of familiar tools covered almost every inch of his workspace. All within reaching distance if he urgently required it. “How do you do it?” It was a question you wondered about since your first meeting. The endless optimism radiated off of his figure like the rays of the sun. A, rather large and muscular, ball of sunshine.

Once he finished screwing the screw, he looked up into your eyes, face contorting in confusion, “Do what?” It was a very open question and he had no idea what you were referring to. He did not want to bore you to death with the mechanics of the machine he was building in case it was not prevalent to your question. Nor did he want to confuse you even more with the logistics and probability of his machine functioning.

“Your eyes,” You began, “they show loss and heartbreak and yet you are contempt and happy. How do you do it? Staying happy when the darkness knocks on your door.” You both come from different times. He was born and raised into a time with a false security of peace. So fragile it's just waiting to shatter with a push of a button. You were raised in a time of death, war and disease. You’ve seen cities crumble into nothing but ashes. Family and friends perish operating as pawns for someone else’s game.

The team, with the exception of Gideon, was aware of the bare scraps of your past. They did not need to bear the burdens of the future that was set in stone. They did not need to hear the horrific truths of what lies ahead for humanity. That happiness came and went in an instant. Only misery and death lingered on the outskirts of the horizon.

He scrunched his eyebrows together, pondering over his answer thoughtfully. He had no true answer to your question, only speculation and even so you might not find what you intend with said hypothesis. “Admittedly, there’s not much to say. It can be the type of mindset I try to instill within myself. The experience one goes through can remarkably impact one’s frame of mind and outlook on life. While I have had my share of…” He paused for a brief moment, “distressing moments, I wholeheartedly accredit my perspective of life to those moments. Why do you ask?��

“I’ve never met someone like you. Someone who genuinely cares about others with no ulterior motive. It’s…” You huffed before continuing, “unheard of to be as happy as you’ve shown since I arrived.” There was no place for kindness in war. Merely acceptance of the violence that loomed out into the abyss of politics and billionaires.

An unfamiliar emotion rippled within the drift of what laid ahead for humanity. You had not specified in the horrors you and the rest of your time had faced but Ray was not senseless. There was a slight anguish to your inquiry, a ghastly tragedy harrowing into your soul. It was prominent in the approach you chose to express. Heartbreaking. “I’m not that special. I’m sure there were plenty of people like me that you haven’t met.”

You were thankful that he was not born in your time. He surely would not survive. Whether it is the disease to end him or the unspeakable conviction of war. You were but a number. An asset. You were not special in any accent of the word. You were a soldier. Breathed and trained to be a mindless killing machine. A pawn for someone else to control. Given pretty lies, in all shapes and sizes, to diminish the guilt that ultimately dwelled in your psyche. All in the name of peace. But peace in itself is fragile. True peace was all but a false belief. It would continue to be so as long as greed and power triumphed over appointed leaders.

You shook your head, “I don’t believe so. You’re too good for my time.” That kindness would dwindle down into nothingness. The extermination of human life was not for the kindhearted and Ray, in all his goodness, did not need to know the long lasting aftermath of doing so.

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jaesincorrectquotes · 1 year

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enchanted to meet you🧊

|| Song Fic based on Enchanted by Taylor Swift

|| Pairings: Leonard Snart

|| Note: This is part 1. I'm not gonna finish the song. part 2 will be based on a different song but still somehow connected to this one.

|| Story under the cut

There I was again tonight, forcing laughter faking smiles, same old tired lonely place

You woke up on a rooftop with a splitting head ache along with a few other people. The only ones you recognized were Ray and Sara. Then you hear a voice "Glad to see your all awake." The man introduced himself as Rip Hunter. He then told us all about Vandal Savage and showed us what the city would look like 150 years from now. He left an address with Professor Stein.

Walls of insincerity,shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face

10 minutes since Rip lied. You were sitting in a corridor with your back to the wall. Until you felt someone sit beside you. You looked up to see him. "Now, what's a pretty thing like you doing all by herself." You lifted a small smile saying "Thinking."

All i can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

He gave a smirk and said "Leonard Snart, nice to meet you." You rolled your eyes, gave a low chuckle and said "I know who you are." And he looked at you and said "And you are Y/n Y/l/n." You looked at him and said "Are you stalking me or something?" He laughed "Just interested, is all."

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thatonebrazilian · 2 years

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Hey I have a Sara Lance X reader request.

Sara and reader were in the league of assassin's together and Sara asks R to join the Legends. (Sara is also kinda in love with R.)

I've had this in my inbox for I don't even know how long, the truth is I can't seem to write fanfic for Sara anymore. I tried, but every time something was coming out it looked terrible to me so I'd delete it. So not to leave you hanging I wrote a headcanon (and that's prob the outcome for future Sara Lance requests, sorry 'bout that)

From the League of Assasins to a Legend

You were there when she entered the league, so you were the one to help her with everything. Every move she didn’t know how to execute, every weapon she didn’t know how to use. You were the one to teach her.

It didn’t take long for you to become infatuated with her. She had the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen, her laughter was contagious, but above all, even though she was in the League with you, she was good. She was a good person, beautiful inside and out.

You weren’t the only one to notice this, of course not. Nyssa took notice as well, and she started getting closer and closer to Sara.

You hadn’t liked the green, ugly feeling making itself known in the pit of your stomach, so the more Sara got close to Nyssa, the more you pulled away.

She was always around you, though; always wanting to spend time with you. To Sara, you were like a drug she couldn’t get enough off. And she absolutely loved the feeling. You were her girl, the one person she trusted above all. She’d never not want to be by your side.

And then she managed to leave. Not just to leave, no, but to take you with her. You were finally free from the League of Assassins.

She became the black canary then, fighting evil beside Oliver and the others. She also became really close to Oliver, too.

You didn’t want that life anymore, you didn’t want to be reminded of your days in the League, and you definitely didn’t want to see Sara and Oliver together, so you gathered whatever few belongings you had and left.

It didn’t take long for her to find you, and that sad, disappointed look on her face almost broke you.

“Why did you leave me?” she asked, and you couldn’t keep the truth to yourself anymore.

You told her everything then, how you felt seeing her with Nyssa, how you felt seeing her with Oliver, how you felt that what you wanted from her was something she’d never be able to give you, and how it hurt less to just stay away.

And then she was kissing, and you have never been more surprised in your whole life.

She told you she had always been in love with you, but she thought you didn’t love her that way.

That day Sara asked you two questions. If you wanted to join her in fixing the fucking timeline, and if you wanted to be her girlfriend.

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