#lyla smut

[ultravioletrayz]

that time of the year is slowly approaching... kinktober!!

I am SO excited to be announcing that I will be participating in kinktober for the first time ever. with that being said, i need help deciding on 31 KINKS TO WRITE?? that's absolutely wild (what have i gotten myself into)

kinks I have so far (in no particular order):

overstim

breeding

temp play

dry humping

public sex

cockwarming

phone sex

piss...

dacryphilia and/or degrading

toys

quickie

mutual masturbation

size difference

sex pollen

threesome/group sex

orgasm denial/edging

characters I plan on writing for (subject to change + additions):

miguel o’hara

lyla (atsv)

gaz

ghost

price

soap

könig

soldier boy

billy butcher

homelander

queen maeve

victoria neuman

logan howlett

wade wilson

eddie brock/venom

tony stark

toji fushiguro

nanami kento

higuruma hiromi

the rest is up to you guys! you can reply, dm me, send an ask, I don't mind. just let me know your thoughts on my current list, and bombard me with more ideas, kinks and concepts to get to 31 fic ideas.

have fun!! ;)

[messylustt]

v.19.10.23 day ten: photography ( nsfw )

lyla brainrot

you wouldn’t catch the flashes, and the fact that you’re somebody’s muse. you were always so pretty to lyla. why not keep a memory of it? in a single moment when she stares at your lips, or when you’re laid back in your bed, some man doing his best to fuck you. why not keep a memory of how men in lyla’s eyes do nothing for you. she wants to show you these pictures, how meek they are compared to her. she must have an album, filled with your form, unaware and oh so pretty. maybe she might take a video, a recording of the sounds you’d make, as a man would finger you, thinking he’s doing well. poor guy. she could tell it was forced but you still sounded so pretty to her. so much so that later she’d have to rewatch, slipping her hand down between her thighs. photos on videos on photos on videos. you have been and always will be such a perfect little muse for lyla.

taglist below

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[daydreamvalley]

My aesthetic? Miguel O’Hara.

Continuation of my irl Miguel reimagining

[dallianceangel]

All I Want For Christmas🎄❄️

Another fic for you

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

“Are you going to let me in or what?” 

You’re standing on the doorstep, breath steaming in the cold air. Opie’s eyes are filled with mischief as he pulls you inside, the warmth of his body engulfing you.

“Where’s Lyla tonight?” you ask, biting your lip as you shut the door behind you. 

“She’s at Red Woody, working on a movie. We’ve got enough time,” he murmurs, stepping closer. 

His hands find your waist, picking you up. You giggle as he carries you up the stairs, heading straight to the bedroom. Within moments, he’s inside of you, fucking you into the mattress. You try your best not to mark him, choosing instead to hold tightly onto the bed sheet. His name leaves your lips as you both fall apart, his body collapsing on top of yours. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs, breathless, “that was…” 

“Yeah, it was,” you reply, smiling playfully as you trace your fingers along his chest. 

“You know what I want for Christmas?” he asks a few moments later, voice low and serious.

“What’s that?” you reply, curious.

“You,” Opie confesses. “I want to be with you. All the time. No more sneaking around.” 

A smile spreads across your face, hope igniting in your chest. “You really mean that?” 

“More than anything,” he breathes, pulling you close. “I love you.” 

With that, he leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss that leaves you breathless. It’s a promise that he soon lives up to, choosing to end his already dead relationship with Lyla a few days later, and chase the happiness he’s wanted for as long as he can remember.

[gejo333]

Too Hot To Handle

Miguel x Spider-Woman Reader

18+ Warning!

Summary: It’s unbelievably hot at Spider HQ. You decided to wear something more breathable, which earned the attention of many Spiders. However, your choice of clothing bothers Miguel in more ways than one.

I just wanted to say thank you to all the likes, comments and reblogs. It means the world to me!! 💕💕💕

Hope you enjoy the one-shot😉

WC: 1.4k

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Nueva York’s torturous summer heat blazed across Spider HQ. It was the hottest day of the year, and every spider knew it.

The fabric of your spider suit clung to your already sweaty and hot skin. Usually, the suit was supposed to be breathable. How would you be able to wear this suit all day? It’s not possible. Not with the air conditioner out of commission.

“Lyla.” You breathed out. Even talking was taking up too much of your energy.

“Yes, y/n?” The small figure appeared, clicking away on her phone.

“What’s going on with the air conditioner? When can you get it fixed?”

“It’s been overworked the past week, so it overheated. I can get it fixed in a couple of hours.” She responded; a groan of frustration left your lips.

The thought of being in your suit for five minutes, alone for the next few hours, felt excruciating. You briefly thought about going to nag Miguel about fixing it himself. But you would have to walk across HQ to his office. You lifted your watch, pressing a few buttons to call the grumpy spider.

“What, Y/n?”

“Wow, I’m surprised you answered.”

“Stop wasting my time. I’m busy. What is it?” The irritation in his voice was clear, which only widened your smile.

“Can you fix the air conditioner?”

“Lyla has it handled.”

“It’s too hot to wait. Aren’t you hot under your suit?” You whined.

“No, my suit is breathable. Now stop whining. Goodbye.” He paused for a moment before speaking.

“Miguel I..” The beeping sound indicated he hung up on you.

“Bastard. Fine, I’ll figure out how to cool myself down.” Pressing a few buttons, an orange portal opened up next to you. Before entering, a hand was placed on your shoulder.

“Where are you going?” Jess asked.

“I’ll be back. I’m just going to change into something more comfortable.”

…

Getting out of your suit, you hopped into the shower. The ice-cold water sizzled against your warm skin. After the shower and drying off, you grabbed a pair of jean shorts and a spaghetti tank crop top. You looked in the mirror. Your shorts barely cover your cheeks, as you can see them sticking out slightly. Oh well, you thought. I look good, so it shouldn’t matter.

Pressing a few buttons on your watch, you go back through the orange portal to HQ.

…

The ice melted on Gwen’s forehead mere seconds after she put it there. She looked over at Hobie and Pavitr, lying on the floor like her to escape the heat wave.

“I can’t take any more of this heat.” Whined Pavitr.

“Same here, mate.” Replied Hobie.

“How much longer?” Gwen asked.

“Still a couple of hours.” The trio looked at the additional voice. All three went wide-eyed when they saw you. But more specifically, your outfit.

“Damn, Y/n, looking pretty good there,” said Hobie.

“Your sweet Hobie.” Your cheeks reddened slightly from his comment.

“Y/n, do you know when Lyla will have it fixed?” Asked Pavitr.

“Sadly not, but I’m going to march into Miguel’s office and demand he fix it.”

Walking towards Miguel’s office, you saw spider people checking you out while some spiders whistled or threw compliments your way. But you just smiled and continued on your way. You entered his office, walking till you went to the platform where the large figure stood, watching the various screens.

“Miguel! It’s too hot! You need to fix the air conditioner.” You shoot up to the platform with your web, landing a few feet behind him.

“Like I said, Lyla will…fix it.” Miguel turned towards you but paused his comment as he looked at your outfit. His gaze scanned your body from your thighs, the way your hips and ass looked in those jeans, and your hourglass figure to your gorgeous e/c eyes. His gaze made your cheeks flush.

“You changed out of your suit.” He slowly walked towards you.

“Yeah, I was too hot in it. So I changed.” You turned away from him, looking at the orange screens, pretending to look for anomalies. His arms snaked around your waist, his breath hot on your neck. Your breath hitch in your throat as you feel his lips brush against your ear.

“Your outfit is too revealing. No one is allowed to see you with barely any clothes on but me.” He whispered in your ear. You turned around, trapped between him and his desk. His fingers hooked around the rings of your jeans, pulling you against him. Your arms snaked around his neck.

“What, you don’t like that other people see my figure? Last time I checked, I don’t belong to you.” A smirk graced your lips as you knew you pulled a trigger. His possessiveness of you. His dark copper-brown eyes narrowed as he turned you around and bent you over his desk. He leaned over, his lips once again near your ear.

“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” His crotch was right against your ass. You let out a groan, feeling his clothed boner against you.

“Maybe I do.” You breathed out.

“Good girl.” He pulled down your shorts, along with your panties. You gasp as you feel one of his fingers enter your wet folds. “Already so wet for me. I’ve barely touched you.”

“It’s from t-the h-heat.” You felt a second finger enter you as he began a steady pace. His fangs grazed the skin of your neck before biting down. A moan escaped from your lips as he bit down. He made sure not to inject his venom as he let go, licking up the drop or two of blood flowing down your neck. The constant thrusting of his fingers started to build the knot in your stomach. You slowly moved your hand to your clit as you began to touch yourself. Miguel snatched your wrist and bent it behind your back.

“Trying to touch yourself, mi amor? Not on my watch.”

“Miggy, please.” He let go of your arm, but instead of your hand, he used his to finish you off.

“Cum for me.” You arched your back a few seconds after his words, finally feeling your climax. You felt him remove his fingers as you turned your head to watch as he slowly put them in his mouth, licking them clean. ‘You taste as amazing as always, y/n.”

His suit disappears, showing his full self as you see his cock pop out. You were always dumbfounded by how he could fit everything inside you. Honestly, you could care less because it felt so good when he shoved inside of you.

“Beg for it.” He growled in your ear as the tip of his member poked at your entrance.

“Please, fuck me.”

“As you wish, Princesa.” He slowly thrusts his member until he is fully inside you. A grunt leaves his mouth as you clench around him. “Fuck, you’re always so tight.” He removes his cock completely before slamming it back in as he thrusts into you rigorously.

“Miguel!” You feel him lean over, his chest against your back. The summer heat, combined with the hot sex, was making the build-up even more pleasurable. He placed kisses along your neck, every so often leaving marks with his fangs.

“If you keep clenching around me like that, I won’t be able to last.”

“I’m going to-ughh!” Words were hard to say as he continued to slam into you. For the second time, you reached your climax.

“ I’m going to put a baby in you. Will you let me put a baby in you, mi amor?”

“Yes! Put a baby in me Miggy.” His claws dug deeper into your waist as he spilled deep inside you. He kissed your shoulder as he removed himself from you. You stand up from your position and turn around.

Miguel sits on his chair, sweating in all his naked glory from the heat after slamming his cock deep into you. Thighs meet thighs as you sit on his lap, guiding his half-hardened cock back inside your cum-leaking pussy. The sight of your sweaty body on top of his. The way the sweat on your breasts glistens perfectly in the light brings his cock back to life. A groan fall from your lips as you feel him come back to his full size inside you. You wrap your arms around his neck as you move your hips.

“I think you need to tell me again who I belong to.”

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Chapter Two of “El Destino” will come out tomorrow!💕💕💕

[luvergirl777]

-it worsens when he can’t focus anymore, head spinning to try and figure out what is happening, where it’s happening. his head spins, facing you. you, you’re where it’s coming from. his body betrays him as he strays over to you, losing balance as he falls to his knees in front of you. “i told you, miguel. you should have let me leave,” you mumble to him, watching as he moves closer and closer to you. “i tried to tell you.” miguel stops at your feet, raising his hands to hold your waist, chin pressing against your abdomen as he stares up at you.

“eat me,”

“miguel-“

“please mate and eat me,”-

do i dare?? 🙈🙈

(in some species male spiders are typically eaten by the female after reproduction)

[gh0stbb0y00]

Miguel x lyla

Little bite 🕷️❤️

[lyrate-lifeform-approximation]

Hey Miss LYLA?

With all the fanfiction of Miguel out there in the multiverse.....

Has anyone ever... y'know....

hasanyoneevermadeaccuratesmut....

yes and yes

no i will not be answering questions on how i know

[ultravioletrayz]

Hi! I saw you write for Lyla smut too and was wondering if I could request one with Lyla is edging reader with a remote control vibrator? Thank you!!

OMG OMG OMG A LYLA REQUEST!!

Pairing: lyla x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, use of sex toys, edging, slight praise kink, squirting

Summary: lyla wants to have fun with her fav, stressed out spider-person!!

A/N: this probs isn’t gonna get as much attention as my miguel stuff because lyla is criminally underrated

Word Count: 901

It had been a rough day. You got your ass kicked on a mission, left your wallet at home so you had no money for the cafeteria at HQ, and Miguel was barking orders left and right about reports that urgently needed to be filled out. You just felt so exhausted, so pathetic, that you ran off to your quarters to collect yourself. You would’ve just fucked things up worse if you continued working in such a frantic state. Noticing your absence, Miguel had sent Lyla in to check on you.

The little AI woman immediately noticed your tense shoulders, the way your hands kept gripping onto things to keep your focus on anything other than your mistakes today, and the way you glared up at Lyla’s hologram. You were always Lyla’s favourite person to be around, a breath of fresh air from having to assist a grump like Miguel all day every day, so she could tell just how stressed and embarrassed you were feeling.

“There’s no need to be sad, sweetie. You did nothing wrong.” Lyla says, her honeyed tone and the soft orange glow of her avatar filling the small room. 

You remain silent as you wallow in your own shame, Lyla’s comforting words falling on deaf ears as you stare at her with disinterest, scoffing and rolling your eyes at her feeble attempts to alleviate your stress. “You’re only here because O’Hara told you to come in and tell me off. I don’t need your pity, I’ll be fine in a couple minutes.”

Lyla pouts and floats above your tear-stained face, her eyes studying yours behind her heart-shaped sunglasses. She doesn’t want you to feel fine, she wants you to feel spectacular. It’s then that she gets an absolutely absurd idea, a cheeky grin on her holographic face as she quickly leaves the room and comes back, her program controlling a little robot that carries a sleek black box into the room. You raise an eyebrow at the comical display of Lyla waving goodbye to the robot and hovering above the box, so far unimpressed by whatever she’s doing to cheer you up.

“If that’s food, I don’t want it. I already got over the whole wallet thing, Pav shared some of his lunch with me.” You sigh dismissively, standing up from your bed to entertain Lyla’s little plan and walking towards the box that was dumped on the little dresser in the corner of the room. Lyla bites her bottom lip as she watches you open it, giggling at the wide-eyed, shocked expression on your pretty face when you see the little, baby blue vibrator sitting inside of its packaging.

“Lyla-” You start, but Lyla shushes you with a wide smile, instructing you to take the vibrator and lay back down on your bed. “You’ve been so stressed lately, let me make you feel better, honey.”

“Mmm… fuck! Lyla, please! Please, no more-!” You sob, thrashing and writhing around on the bed as Lyla flickers and hovers above you, giggling as she watches your movements and reactions intently. It had been half an hour since you first opened that stupid box, and you’ve been begging to cum ever since, with no mercy from the snarky little AI as she revels in watching you let go and fall apart because of her. She plays with the speeds of the vibrator using the remote equipped by her avatar, making you mewl when she maxes it out and the coil in your tummy starts to tighten again and leaving you crying and whining when she lowers it or turns it off completely right before you cum.

Lyla changed the outfit her avatar is wearing, too, opting for a delicate pair of pastel yellow lingerie as she models for you, making you moan as your half-lidded, glazed-over eyes drink up every tiny detail of her holographic figure, making you instinctively press the little vibrator harder against your throbbing, swollen clit and babble about how pretty she looks and how nice she is. It makes Lyla laugh, to see her lovely, stressed little coworker arching her back and aching to cum for her. She knows she’s done her job as an assistant, and she once again amps up the speed of the vibrator, making your thighs tremble and your brows knit together, eyes closed in agonising pleasure.

“You look so cute when you’re like this,” Lyla coos, hovering closer to your naked body so that she can ogle the way your soft breasts move as you pant and the way your knuckles turn white from the grip you have on the vibrator. 

When you open your eyes to see Lyla right above you, with that curious, infatuated look on her little face, you come undone. With a loud squeal, you squirt all over the baby blue toy, your juices coating the plain bedsheets and travelling straight through Lyla’s holographic form. You shudder and gasp for air, letting the vibrator fall from your grip as your once tense body melts against the mattress, the stress and embarrassment from earlier trumped by the pure bliss of the moment.

“Feel better?” Lyla asks teasingly, her hologram flickering as she enables her everyday outfit again. 

All you can muster is a tired, relaxed smile and a lazy nod as you laugh softly. Now all you had to worry about was explaining the noise to Miguel…

Lyla fuels my love of pretty AI women… and women in general LMAO

[messylustt]

v.13.10.23 day seven: spectrophilia ( nsfw )

woman in the mirror — lyla ( spiderverse ) : you keep seeing things in your home. you might be going crazy or you might actually be seeing a woman in your mirror.

marks spectrophilia. ghost!lyla. praising. fingering in front of a mirror.

you’re going crazy, you’re sure of it. you have to be, because otherwise…there’s a woman in your mirror. and that brings up too many questions you don’t really want the answers for. you’re going crazy. let’s just settle it at that, you personally don’t mind it. what’s that saying? ‘all the best people are’?

your friend had mockingly stated that your house was haunted, that a ghost was watching you. you laughed it off, because there’s no such thing as ghosts. but there’s also no such thing as a woman who stares back at you when you get ready for the day. you wanted to believe that your mind was playing tricks on you, believe that it was just your reflection distorted for some reason. but even you weren’t in that much denial. it was a whole nother woman.

now your friends are saying you’re crazy, as you go off on tangents about this woman. they don’t believe you, of course they don’t. you don’t even believe what you’re seeing. maybe being ‘crazy’ is okay. because you’d much rather that then waking up in the middle of the night to see a shadow pass by your bed.

it was obviously late, a time many called the ‘witching hour’. your fluttering gaze had caught sight of a shadow. blame it on your half awake state. and that’s what you did, rolling over, trying to get back to sleep. but you could almost feel the shadow move closer, it’s presence sending shivers down your spine. now you’re more awake, almost holding your breath at the feel of a persons eyes on you. without thinking you quickly sit up, gazing around your room.

no one. besides the dark shadows of your hung up clothes and random tossed bags. you sigh, eyes squinting against the dark. partial light seeped through the cracks of your blinds, giving you some help in looking around. your gaze stops on your mirror. from your place on your bed you can’t actually look into it, and over better curiosity you slip out from under the covers. was it the woman? but as far as you knew she stayed in the confines of the mirror. maybe that’s why you could normally sleep at night, thinking that she had restrictions.

but all this time had she been coming…closer? you near the mirror and gaze into it, seeing your tired self staring back. you step closer, grazing your fingertips along the glass. and that’s when you feel a breath by your ear. whipping around, you can feel your heart jump. but of course no one stands behind you. then with no warning the sound of smashing glass meets your ears, making your heart leap. swiftly turning back to the mirror, your lips parted in shock.

the glass has shattered, pieces now littered on you bedroom carpet. you gaze back up to the mirror, your reflection now partial and distorted, but even you can catch the fear in your eyes. “sorry for the mess, hon” the woman’s voice meets your hears making your breathing hitch, as you spin around. your brows are creased, as are your palms sweaty. “i’m…sorry?” you say with a mix of confusion, your softness speaking volumes.

a floating chuckle fills your room, sending unmistakable shivers down your spine. “oh no need to be so frightened, dear. i don’t mean any harm.” the voice is tantalisingly sweet, certain words sounding closer than others. “are you…” you gulp. “are you the woman who’s been…in the mirror?”

the almost floating sounds stops, setting the room into an uncomfortable silence. “the woman in the mirror…” she mutters almost thoughtfully, but your back stiffens because she sounds so close. “quite catchy, actually.” she hums. you press your lips together, shaking your head as you rub at your temples. this isn’t real. you’re dreaming.

“sweetheart...” the voice is pressed right up to your ear, making you jump. “look into the mirror.” you don’t want to do as she says but you find yourself compelled to. looking back to the mirror you’re shocked to see that it’s mended, the shattered glass all fixed. but what has your mouth opening is the sight of the woman, standing right behind you, her chin by your shoulder as she smirks at the reflection.

you glance to the side, expecting to see her face, but all you catch is your ruffled sheets atop your bed on the other side of your room. confused you glance back to the mirror. she’s still stood there, watching your reactions with amusement. “how…” you murmur. “how do you think, hon? because I’m still trying to figure it out myself. normally no one can see me.” as she speaks, her hand shifts to trail her dainty fingers along the edge of your sleep shorts, grazing your thigh, and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“but you…you can feel that cant you?” her breath tickles your ear, as your reactive skin gives her her answer. “why have you been…watching me?” you ask hesitantly. “because i didn’t think you’d see.” she hums, her gaze now fixated on your thigh, her finger now joined by another as she trails pattens. “i didn’t think i’d be able to touch you.” a hand slides up to your chin, directing your gaze back to the mirror, because you had begun to stare at where her hand was stroking you. you couldn’t see her doing it but you could feel it.

“can you watch f’me? i need to see you looking.” your chest is moving quicker as she presses her body against your back, her hand on your chin moving down to grip at your waist, pulling you further back into her. you’re entirely frozen, unsure of what to do to, and if this is even real. “god…” she hums. “you have such soft skin.” she keeps her mouth by your ear, making you gulp, your stomach fluttering of its accord.

then you find her hand dipping into your sleep shorts making your breathing hitch, but she shushes you, tightening her grip on your waist. “i haven’t touched anyone in a long time. and all i thought i could do was watch you. do you really think now that i can feel you, i’ll just…stop?” she asks, mouth open by your ear, as she then finds your pussy, feeling your body jolt. she coos at you with a smirk. “oh, honey…you should feel how wet you are” she chuckles, sliding her fingers up and down your slit, just spreading your arousal around.

why were you aroused? you shouldn’t be aroused. “keep watching…that’s it.” she hums, finding your clit and making swirling circles that make your knees feel weaker. but she keeps you steady by that grip to your waist, holding you against her body as she chuckles at your state. you meet her gaze as she almost nods, your parting lips leaving room for your breathless sounds. “i’ve just realised something…” she hums, licking at her lower lip. “i haven’t introduced myself yet.” she then slips two fingers inside you, making your hips stutter, as the sounds of her fingers slipping in and out of you fills the room.

“how rude of me.” her voice stays this sweet and charming tone, even as she thrusts her fingers deeper into you. “i’m lyla…nice to meet you.” she’s now placing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck slowly, keeping you close against her as she licks at certain parts of your skin. “and where are your manners, honey?”

and through stuttered breathes you manage “nice to m-meet you too, l-lyla—oh god—“ the moment the first portion of her name left your lips, she slipped in a third finger in, as she hums into your neck, meeting your fluttering gaze in the mirror. “you’re so adorable.” she grins, dragging her lips along your shoulder, as you shake. your hips are moving on their own as your body chases after the high she’s giving.

“thanks so much for helping me get outta there…such a sweetheart aren’t you?” she’s rubbing at your clit with her thumb, as she keeps hitting your g-spot, curling appropriately as you finally come undone, breathes choking and hiccuping as you orgasm all over her hand, as she places far too sweet of a kiss on your skin. “just perfect…” she murmurs, an underlying promise of something that in that moment you don’t quite catch.

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[invalidname19]

​Lyla talk him through it,,, by correcting his form🤞

[daydreamvalley]

Miguel O’Hara reimagined in my mind

[delicioushottubpeanut]

Miguel O'hara x female ai reader

Summary: Your Miguel's new ai assistant after LYLA malfunctioned during a mission. However, after touching something in the lab, your holographic appearance changes into a physical one..

As Miguel's new ai assistant after LYLA failed, you've tried your best to be helpful to Miguel. But that's all changed. you're screwed. You were in the lab finishing off some work. Miguel wanted you to finish it off before he came back when suddenly you saw a notification on the screen.

It was your profile on everything about you. It contained files of personal information and your physical characteristics, but when clicking on one of the files, a warning popped up. Ignoring the warning on the screen and pressing, continue your head ached, and your vision became black.

You woke up on the floor. You had obviously fainted, but that wasn't possible.

"Shit.. what should I do?" You panic as you hear Miguel's footsteps coming back into the lab after the mission. You looked around and hid under his desk. You heard him sigh and grumble as he walked to his desk. With a tired expression on his face, he sat down and turned on the computer. Taking a sip from his mug, he quickly noticed something. There was a leg sticking out from under the desk..

A/N: so it's been a while... he's a sneak peak ig but idk if I'll make it a oneshot tbh

[thetorturerwrites]

"We're gonna drug you tonight," Adam said with a leering grin.

You stared at him for a long moment, your brain misfiring. You should have a logical reason to say no right at the tip of your tongue because rational people don't let their step-brothers drug them, but you couldn't think of a single reason not to.

After you'd been fucking regularly for a while, the Sackler brothers got restless and began experimenting. Could Adam get you to suck his dick in his dressing room? Could Ben bend you over the back railing and send your shouts down the beach? Could the two of them rail you on video until you were a drooling, sticky mess?

Turns out yes, they could.

And further, it turns out the idea of them drugging you only made your thighs twitch and your mouth water. With your inner bimbo already buzzing, what else could you say?

"Okay..."

[the-writer-in-the-winter-forest]

OK, I NEED to see some fanart of Layla and Cortana talking about their stoic and angsty human partners.

I'm all for sassy AIs being the comedic brains for their highly enhanced tanks.

I'm sure they'd have lots to talk about. 🤣

[blogfullofemos]

Blurred Transmissions

Now Imagine This: Lyla can't differentiate a distress call to lets just sayyyy.... A mating call.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Word Count: 361

     Miguel adjusted his glasses as he continued reading on a new species appearing on Earth 756. Brushing his hair back with his hand before fiddling with the pencil tucked behind his ear. Squeaking echoed throughout the immense lab as he swayed his swivel chair side to side. His brain nitpicking the possibilities the species brought or could cause upon that universe, or even if it is its universe. Reaching toward the display to swipe to the next document. “MIGUEL!!” Lyla’s face pops onto the display, causing Miguel to yell out and kick his chair back. Patting his chest, he prayed to the saints before yelling “LYLA WHAT THE -!”.

“(Y/N) IN TROUBLE!!” she cuts him off with a worried expression. In seconds Miguel’s eyes flashed crimson as his mask pixelated on. “Location.” he states getting off his chair and tossing his glasses somewhere.

“Her tracker is malfunctioning!”

“SO HOW DO YOU KNOW SHE’S IN TROUBLE LYLA?!” Miguel roars lunging towards the yellow sprite. 

“HERE LISTEN!!” she yells back before disappearing into the main circuit system. Suddenly the lab reverberated with shuffling sounds and then a muffled cry escaping your body. Miguel’s heart dropped as he gripped the back of his chair, his claws piercing through the leather. He whips his body to jump off the platformed station, as more shuffling sounds rush through the space. Followed by a loud thud. Silence ticks by the seconds Miguel ran towards the metal door, tapping his watch to unlock the security. As he was just about to press the last digit, your voice booms with HD clarity. “MMM DADDY!!” you moan out, causing him to collide into the still-closed doors. 

       He fell on to the floor while a very low buzzing sound became more eligible to confirm what state you’re really in. “LYLA END THE MIC TRANSMISSION NOW!” he booms, resting on his arm. Before you could moan out any louder, Lyla cuts the soundbite. Popping up from his watch, she looks truly confused by what she just heard. “Lyla stop thinking.” He threatens as his mask pixelated away.

“But why would she call for her father’s help if he’s dead?”