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Started: 21/08/25

Last Updated: 30/08/25

➴❤︎: NSFW

✿: Fluff

❤️‍🩹: Angst

☆: Drabble

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Gazerbeam/Simon J. Paladino

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Home ✿ - WC: 955

Familiar ✿ - WC: 1859

NSFW Alphabet ➴❤︎ - WC: 1721

Lingerie ➴❤︎ - WC: 3407

OC Fics + Other:

Yearning - Series 𝜗ৎ

OC Art ☁︎

OC Profile ☁︎

A.N: Hi everyone! This is my masterlist please enjoy! I also added word counts.

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TYSM!!! Just to let everyone know i’m going on holiday for a month so i might not post anything or updating will be slow idk. BUT i will be back!! Please send your requests in my asks box and I’ll respond when i get back! See you guys in a bit!!!

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♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡ GAZERBEAM X OC SERIES - YEARNING ♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡

A.N: GUYS THIS IS MY MASTERLIST FOR MY OC SERIES!!! STAY TUNED!!! ⋆.˚ ────୨ৎ──── ⋆.˚

Started: 19/08/25

Last Updated: 30/08/25

Pt. 1 - First Meeting ౨ৎ ⋆ ｡˚ - WC: 1455

Pt. 2 - Saviour ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. -WC: 2620

Pt. 3 - Coming soon...

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ GAZERBEAM X OC - SAVIOUR ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

A.N: HEY GUYS! This is Part 2 of my Gazerbeam x OC series! Haven't figured out a name but I'll figure it out! Sorry it took a while to post this one, I'm going on holiday for a month! I'll try to update but I'll be pretty busy so expect less updates during September :) Ill try and get as many out as possible before then. Also in this one Simon is a YEARNER! He will always be a yearner in my fics its non-negotiable. The trope I'm going for is She fell but he fell HARDER. They're both kinda dense too lol. Enjoy!

-This one has one mention of NSFW Content!

-OC pronouns are she/her :)

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Blair didn’t really want to be there. 

At this convention she means. 

The Deavor Supers Charity Convention. Held on the rooftop of one of his many tall skyscrapers. If she wasn’t so used to flying she might have been scared. Almost. 

Maybe I’ll just stay away from the edge. 

Wow. Nice one. A Super with flight powers scared of heights. Cool. 

Honestly, Blair was kind of surprised when she and Helen got the invitation to this “glorified party for rich people” as Helen called it. Of course, everyone couldn’t get enough of the “Dazzling Duo”. 

Except for Blair herself maybe. 

Sure, being loved by thousands was fun, but she felt a disconnect between the actual values of her job and the image of her being pumped out to the masses. 

She didn’t really want to be a celebrity. Blair just wanted to help people. 

That was part of the reason why she chose investigative journalism as her day career. Yes, it wasn’t as glamorous as the hero lifestyle, but when she got thank you letters in the mail for her series of articles exposing the pervasive and discriminatory financial lending practices committed by Insuricare, it made her feel like a hero all the same. 

Dazzling Duo or not. 

Speaking of her best friend, she had been dragged over to speak to some shallow politicians that were invited. Blair could spot Helen’s tight smile from a distance.

The Space Hero herself had managed to pull herself away from the endless chatter of meaningless things, and had found a corner by herself for some peace and quiet. 

Blair sighed as she looked around the room of Supers. Had she made the right choice? Or was being a hero nowadays watered down to nothing but posing for pictures and brand deals. An unsettling feeling curled tight in her stomach. She knew she wasn’t so perfect of a person to look down on everyone else, but it just felt wrong. 

Helen knew how she felt. They were always on the same wavelength when it came to these things. 

But that’s Helen. She’s always been like that. They’ve been together through thick and thin, the pair of them wouldn’t have lasted if they didn’t share the same views. 

At times, it felt like it was only them who felt this way. Could there be anyone here who understood? 

“Ah! Little Miss Starburst!”

Blair internally winced. Some women wished for a smaller stature like Blair, but with her line of work, it was a major inconvenience. 

Blair plastered on the biggest, fake, sunshine smile she could and turned to face the random rich person who believed they were entitled to her time. 

“Hi!”

The man had advanced toward her, drink in hand, Blair narrowed her eyes, struggling to recognise his familiar face. 

His smarmy, tomato-red complexion, balding head, and piggish eyes smacked her in the face with realization. 

It was James Miller, the CEO of Insuricare, the same company she had written those scathing articles about. 

Shit. 

“You’re a hard girl to find, Starburst”, he leered, getting impossibly close for Blair’s liking, nearly pressing her into the wall she was leaning on. She suddenly felt her plastic smile grow very tight to stop herself from grimacing. 

“Well, I’m sorry about that Mr Miller! I just needed some.. Time to myself!” She laughed, very fakely. 

“Well..” He leaned in even closer, so close Blair could smell the alcohol on his breath, “Perhaps we could spend some time… together.”

If only he knew. 

This very same man had some horrible things to say about her to the press, and during his court trial. More specifically, “Nasty fucking bitch with nothing better to do.”

The prosecutor didn’t have to work very hard after that particular statement. 

This man was very clearly at least twice Blair’s age of 23, making this whole situation even more disgusting. 

A stronger Super would have blasted this guy back and yelled to buzz off. But Blair wasn’t like that. Sure she can fight villains, save civilians and pose for some photos, but confrontation in a social context? She’s useless. 

Blair’s body froze up as he got closer, and closer, anxiety coursing through her veins. His eyes leered all over her body in that stupid skin-tight suit. 

“Um..- I-.. I don’t- ”, She stuttered. 

Shit Blair pull yourself together!

“Shhh sweetheart..”, he rasped in her ear “You don’t need to say anything. I’m gonna take you downstairs and all you have to do is spread your pretty-”

“Mr Miller.”

A cold, hard voice cut through the white noise circulating in Blair’s head. Out of surprise, Miller jumped back, leaving Blair curled up against the wall, almost hyperventilating.

“Gazerbeam..”

The visored man was standing before her, arms crossed. His mask gave nothing away but judging by his downturned frown, Gazerbeam wasn’t happy. 

“I require Starburst’s presence, Mr Miller.” The visored man had walked over and was standing firmly in front of Blair, shielding her from the perverted man.

“Hero business, surely you understand.”

Barely veiled rage contorts Miller’s face as he looks Gazerbeam up and down. The hero had a few solid inches on him and the ability to burn a hole through the CEOs head.

Miller didn’t stand a chance. 

He stormed off, muttering something about “cockblock”, while Blair watched him leave from behind Gazerbeam’s shoulder. 

Gazerbeam turned to face her, expression unreadable.

“Hello again.”

“Oh! Um… hi” She mumbled.

 God this is embarrassing. Some hero I am.

“Are you alright?” Gazerbeam cocked his head to one side.

“Yeah! I mean.. Yes, I’m alright..Why wouldn’t I be?” Blair rambled, going redder by the second.

Jesus Christ she wished the world would just swallow her up and-

“You looked like you needed.. saving..” A small grin lit up his face. 

Blair’s face flamed red in approximately 0.5 seconds. 

Gazerbeam coughed into his hand, turning red himself. 

Great Blair you made him uncomfortable. 

“I- I’m sorry Starburst I made things awkward-“ He muttered. 

“No no! I- uhm- did need saving.. thank you..” She whispered that last part out, peering up at him through her domino mask. 

“It’s no problem really.. I was wondering.. did you want to discuss.. hero business?” 

The lilt in his tone gave it away, as a grin spread across Blair’s face, her cheeks burning from her lingering blush. 

“I’d like that.” 

—-

Approximately 30 mins later, Starburst and Gazerbeam had found a couch together in the furthest corner of the room, in an attempt to attract the least amount of attention possible, but they still managed to draw the attention of at least half the room.

But they didn’t care. They were too busy talking. 

Gazerbeam had just finished telling the story of his latest encounter with Baron von Ruthless, which had Starburst giggling like a schoolgirl. 

Their conversation just clicked so easily. After their last meeting, Blair found herself wishing she had stayed longer to talk to him, and now here they were, talking like they had known each other for years. 

Warmth filled her body as she listened intently to his story, eyes never leaving his visor. 

No matter how many people tell her that Gazerbeam has no sense of humour, she’ll never believe them, you just have to look for it. 

Blair cast her eyes over the still buzzing crowd, and that unsettling feeling in her stomach. 

“Do you feel like you don’t belong here?” She blurted out unexpectedly. 

JESUS CHRIST BLAIR. 

Gazerbeam’s head jerked to look at her, slightly surprised, but then his expression toned down to what looked like curiosity. 

“How so?”

Blair wrapped her gloved arms around herself. 

“Well it’s just..” No backing out now. “Sometimes I feel like I’m one of the only ones doing this job for the right reasons.. Not that I’m looking down on anyone or anything!” She sputtered out that last part. 

Gazerbeam looked at her for a few moments before quickly looking down again to avoid her gaze. 

“I understand how you feel. Sometimes… I also believe our colleagues aren’t doing this to actually help people..”

Warmth filled her body at his statement. He gets it! She smiles brightly at the thought of finally being validated. 

“Like.. Gamma Jack?” 

Gazerbeam groans as Blair laughs, obviously she was right. 

“His tendency to only save people of interest to him is… infuriating.”

“I bet.” Blair grins “I haven’t met him yet. Thank god, but Elastigirl did.”

“I heard about that.. From him..”

Blair smiles and laughs again, not noticing the blush rising on Gazerbeam’s cheeks. 

“I didn’t hear the end of it! She was so pissed off!”

Gazerbeam lets out a small chuckle, before leaning back in his chair, spreading his thighs. 

Holy shit holy shit holy- 

“I’m.. glad there’s someone here that understands how I feel, Starburst.”

Blair’s cheeks burned pink as she laughed nervously. 

SHUT UP THIS IS SERIOUS- 

“I- I’m glad too Gazerbeam..”

They just sat like that, looking at each other for a moment. Blair expected him to pull his gaze away due to his laser vision, but he didn’t. Blair was very okay with that. 

“STAR!”

Blair’s head whips around to reveal her best friend making her way towards the couch they were sitting at. 

“I’m so sorry I saw what was happening but I couldn’t leave-”

“El, it’s ok I’m fine.. Um.. Gazerbeam helped..”

Said man was still sitting on the couch, now very rigid.

Helen’s face contorted into a knowing smirk. 

“I saw..”

Blair whacks her partner’s shoulder, in true close friend fashion, which makes Helen clear her throat, alerting her to the man’s continued presence. 

“Thanks for talking with me Gazerbeam, I… really enjoyed it.” Blair smiled shyly. 

“Of course,” Gazerbeam said lightly. 

“Thanks for saving her too” Helen teased

Blair whacks her shoulder again, hissing out a desperate Shut up!

“Thanks again.. Bye Gazerbeam!” 

Blair waved shyly linking her arm with Helen’s and making their way toward the exit. 

They didn’t say anything until they were safely out of the building and into their NSA provided car, and driving back to their shared apartment. 

Blair puts her face in her hands. 

“Helen, I think I’m in love with him.”

“That much is clear.” Helen crosses her legs, “It was clear to everyone.”

“It’s not just that he’s hot, which he is” Blair goes on, completely ignoring what Helen said, “He’s in it for the right reasons, you know- wait what did you say?”

“Everyone could see Blair, Jesus, with how gossip gets around the NSA you and him will be the hot topic for the next week!”

Blair buries her face in her hands again, groaning. 

“Why are people so annoying?”

“I know, but are you ok? With the Miller thing?”

Blair pulls her face out of her hands and grins. 

“I guarantee ya, if he knew it was me he’d have something else to say” Blair smiled. 

Helen chuckles, before saying, “He spotted the pair of you from across the room.”

“Who?” Blair questioned. 

Helen grinned smugly. “Gazerbeam.”

Blair flushed for what felt like the millionth time that night. 

“Really?”

“Yup.” Helen smirked. “He was talking with Deavor, spotted you, and literally abandoned the poor guy!”

“What?!?”

“Yup!” Helen laughed, “He was on a mission! To be your saviour I guess!”

Blair sat there, gobsmacked. Did he really do that? Hope filled her chest momentarily, but was extinguished by the crushing weight of logic. 

“He was just doing that to be nice Hel, he could never like me like that…”

Helen smiled sadly, she knew all about Blair’s shitty self esteem. 

“Who says B?”

“Logic! He’s a popular hero! People love him! Heck, I don’t even know if he’s single! If he is, he’s probably got women lined up around the block..”

“I don’t know B, I don’t know a lot of men that’ll abandon a conversation like that and nearly start a fight with a CEO.” Helen reasoned. 

“He didn’t nearly start a fight!”

“Blair Elizabeth Stokes.”

“Fine.. maybe he did..”

Helen raised an eyebrow.

“Ugh why are you like this?” Blair complained, exasperated. 

“Because I’m your best friend and I want what’s best for you.”

“Thanks Helen..”

“You’re all good Blair.”

—

Simon had migrated from the couch, to the bar. He didn’t drink much, but here he was, with a neat whiskey in his hands leaning up against the bar. He was thinking.

“Soooo?”

Simon raised an eyebrow and turned to his annoying colleague that had just appeared at his side. 

“So what Incredible.”

“You don’t drink often..” Bob’s tone indicated this was going somewhere. 

Simon took another sip. 

“I’m thinking.”

“Thinking about Star?”

Simon gripped his glass tighter and didn’t answer. 

Bob grinned, like the menace he is. 

“Oh so you are!”

Simon sipped his whiskey again. 

“Maybe.”

“I mean, you guys were talking for ages! No offense, but you aren’t the easiest guy to have a conversation with..”

Simon didn’t take offense to that, because it was a fact. 

“She’s easy to talk to.”

“Who asked? You or her?” Bob questioned further. 

“Me.”

Bob’s eyebrows raised from under his mask. 

“Really! You must like her a lot then.”

Simon paused for a moment. 

“She’s too good for me Bob.”

Bob frowned, and placed a hulking hand on Simon’s shoulder. 

“I don't know man, she seemed pretty grateful after you saved her from that creep, what was his name? Marcus? Morgan?”

“Miller.” Simon said shortly. 

Bob raised his eyebrows again. 

That man, that dirty disgusting pervert, believed himself worthy to put himself in her personal space and try and convince her to leave with him. 

Simon had caught the last thing he said,

 “You don’t need to say anything. I’m gonna take you downstairs and all you have to do is spread your pretty-”

If Simon was as reckless as Gamma Jack for example, he would have burned a hole straight through the bastard’s head. 

And the audacity to tell her not to speak. 

Warmth filled the man’s chest as he recalled their conversation. She was just so easy to talk to. Most people walk away or try and change the subject when Simon tries to talk, but not her. 

She listened intently and held onto every word she spoke, her bright eyes boring into his. But not for that long though, as Simon ducked his head before he could look at her too long, causing a wrenching feeling in his gut.

Every time he did look at her, he saw her bright olive green eyes shining every time she heard him speak, her silky black locks falling over her shoulders, her ivory skin contrasting with the shiny black of her mask.

Simon did not feel worthy to look upon such a creature.

During their conversation, Simon learned many things about Starburst. One, she was incredibly intelligent, and two, she was one of the few supers in the job who actually wanted to help people.

At the Thrilling Three headquarters, Simon had been forced to endure Apogee complaints of the Star Hero. That she was “copying her powers”, (She didn’t have any control of that), and that she was an “airhead who didn’t know what she was talking about, (Starburst definitely did know what she was talking about). 

Apogee couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Gazerbeam?”

Simon had zoned out. 

“Yes?” 

“You like her don’t you?”

Simon sighed.

“She’s far too good for me Bob.”

Bob smiled sadly. “If you say so man.” 

Simon downed the last of his whiskey in one go and set it on the bar counter.

Starburst was far out of his reach, but that wouldn’t stop the erratic beating of his heart every time he spoke to her.

God he wished he had a chance. 

THE END ‹𝟑.ᐟ

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ GAZERBEAM X READER - LINGERIE °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A.N: BEWARE EVERYONE! This is 3k words of self indulgent smut! I know I asked for requests but this plot bunny was hopping around in my head for DAYS. THIS IS EXTREMELY NSFW! If that's not your jam then please scroll away! Unfortunately I couldn't get away with not using Y/N so there's like two mentions of that. I've run out of canon Gazerbeam images for my headers so I'm using art now! I couldn't find the artist of this one so if someone could tag if they know that would be great. I have attached photos of said lingerie at the end of the fic! I want to do some OC Headcanons soon as well so stay tuned! As always enjoy!

EDIT: THANK YOU IVORY DRAGONESS!! THE ARTIST IS AleFox99 on Deviantart!

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-Reader is She/Her

-NSFW!

You buy lingerie on a whim. Simon enjoys it very much.

The first time you tried lingerie in the bedroom with Simon was life changing. 

It started when you were walking home from work, it had been a long, tiring, pain filled day.

Your feet ached in your high heels as you dodged passerbys in an effort to make it to the train. 

All you wanted to do was to take these godforsaken heels off, curl up on the couch and rest. 

And maybe do some other things with your boyfriend Simon. 

You didn’t want to do anything. You wanted to be lazy, you wanted to be taken care of. You were sick of doing everything for everyone else. You were tired of your incompetent colleagues, you needed a break. 

You huffed as your walking got faster, you gritted your teeth through the pain in your feet. 

The faster you walked the faster you would get home. 

But something caught your eye. 

In the shop window next to you, sat a floaty, tulle pink babydoll dress.  The fabric almost looked cloud-like. The whole ensemble was complete with a pair of lacy pink panties. You stood there for a minute staring at the pretty shimmery fabric. 

You felt a warmth curl deep in your gut. 

You and Simon had been dating for about 4 months now. You could say with a fair amount of confidence that your sex life was great. 

But this? 

This could take it to the next level. 

You bit your lip and flushed with even the thought of wearing this floaty thing for Simon. 

You don’t even remember walking into the store, but you sure as hell remember walking out with the babydoll dress stuffed into a white shopping bag, your cheeks red with embarrassment. 

You took the subway home with the bag squished to your chest tightly so no one could see the contents. 

You always got home before Simon did, his cases often took him long into the night. Your shared apartment door unlocks with a click as you slink inside. 

Just as you thought, you were alone.

You throw your work bag onto the couch and stretch, still holding the shopping bag.

You bite your lip again and look around nervously, searching for someone who wasn’t there, paranoid. You shakily reach into the now-crumpled white bag and pull out the babydoll nightgown. 

You feel like the pastel pink fabric and the frilly bows are mocking you as you stand there staring at it. That deep warmth in your gut returns, causing you to shudder unintentionally. This is actually kind of scary. 

Ok. You can do this. It's a piece of fabric. 

You pad your way to the bathroom and shut the sliding door behind you. You begin to shuck off your work clothes, shivering at the sudden bite of cold. Now, you were standing naked in your bathroom. Not a great look. 

You decidedly inhale, then exhale, and pick up the dress. You slip the soft piece of fabric over your head and pull it down, adjusting accordingly, before looking at yourself in the mirror. 

Your breath hitches. 

The dress barely skims the top of your thighs, creating an innocent silhouette of tulle and lace. The piece fits your breasts perfectly, with your nipple peaking just slightly from the cold through the semi-transparent fabric. You whine unconsciously as you feel your bare pussy wetten slightly. 

But then you remembered. 

Oh. The panties. 

You had placed them on the bathroom bench. You pick them up and examine them, before bending down to pull them up your thighs. 

The underwear truly completed the look. 

Now fully dressed in your garb, you spin around, delighting in the way the dress swishes as you move. 

You’re so engrossed in yourself that you don’t notice someone calling your name. 

“Y/N? There you are-”

You squeak at the intrusion. 

Simon stops, the door halfway open. He absolutely slack-jawed, bright blue eyes wide with shock.  

You immediately flush deep red. 

Oh. My. God. 

—

Simon stands there, completely bewildered at the sight of you in the nightgown. If you could even call it that. The pink lacy panties peeking out from under the gown make him inclined to call it lingerie. 

Holy fucking shit she’s wearing lingerie. 

Simon believes he’s broken the record for the world’s fastest boner. 

The sight of your womanly curves framed by the silhouette of tulle and lace. Your pebbled nipples threatening to poke through the delicate fabric. The way the skirt of the dress is so short, the lace leaves nothing to the imagination. So innocent, yet so dirty. 

And the panties. 

They frame your pretty hips perfectly, the bow below your belly button tying the whole thing off. He has to restrain himself, lest he lasers a hole whole right where the stain of wetness on your pussy used to be. 

Simon has never felt anything remotely like this before. With his other line of work, he tends to garner a lot of attention for female superheroes, but they all pale in comparison to you. Simon prides himself on being a gentleman, in his relationship with you and in bed, but now? He feels he’s been reduced to a feral beast, all gentlemanly instincts gone to complete hunger. 

He had to have you. 

You’re trembling now, god you look so sweet, you’re gripping the bathroom sink for stability, your eyes wide with embarrassment, and arousal. 

Fuck I need to control myself. 

But Simon couldn’t bring himself to. 

“Y/N, sweetheart.”

He hears you gulp, god he doesn’t think he can hold himself back.

“Yes..?”

“Where did you get that.”, Simon’s voice was low and dangereous.

“The store…” you whisper meekly. 

Simon shucks off his jacket, not taking his eyes off you. He had learned long ago that he was able to force his laser vision to halt, for you and only you. 

Simon unbuttons his crisp business shirt, still staring at you hungrily. 

“Come here darling.”

—

“Come here darling.”

His tone offered no negotiation. His pupils were blown wide, with only the smallest sliver of pale blue showing. 

You trembled as you slowly shuffled towards him, so you were standing directly in front of him. You’re terrified, he hasn’t given you any indication as to his reaction except for the fact he hasn’t stopped staring at you. You’re getting more turned on by the second

“Closer.”

You let out an involuntary whine as you shuffle closer yet again, you’re so close you can count the freckles on his cheeks. Simon has always been quite a tall man, so you strain your neck to look up at him properly. Your cheeks are on fire now, god you can only imagine how you look right now, eyes wide with panic and lust, cheeks red with shame and arousal, all wrapped up in tulle and lace. 

One of his hands travels down to grip your waist through the transparent fabric, another cupping your reddened cheek. Jesus Christ just say something already! 

“Did you buy this for me Y/N?”

Your head is nodding before you can register. 

Way to make a fool of yourself now. 

Before you can finish your thought, Simon has shifted his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a deep, hungry kiss. 

“Mmph!!”

He uses the hand on your waist to pull you flush to him, and you’re struggling to stand on your tippy toes to reach him.

He’s kissing you like he’s tasting oxygen for the first time, messy and desperate, so unlike Simon’s usual polite tendencies when it comes to affection. You crave it. You need more. 

You throw your arms around his shoulders in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. His hand has migrated further down, grasping and gripping your ass through the nightgown.

You moan into the kiss happily. He was invading you, dominating you with his tongue. This was a side to Simon you had never seen before, but you wanted to see more of it. 

Simon pulls his lips from yours, causing you to whine at the loss. He shushes you gently, stroking a hand across your cheek. His eyes were dark with desire as he just looked at you with a combination of love and lust. 

You couldn’t help but look down at the ground to avoid his piercing gaze, biting your lip to satiate the growing lust settling low in your tummy. 

“Honey…” His voice was low and sensual, thick like honey, only adding to the wetness between your thighs. 

You feel his fingers grip your chin softly, causing you to sigh. Your feet were still straining from being on your tippy toes, causing the dress to fully ride up, exposing the lacy pink surprise underneath.  

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He murmured, using his other hand to stroke your face again. You felt his voice rumble from deep in his chest, giving you an intoxicating heady rush. If Simon wasn’t holding you, you probably would have toppled over. 

Between your increased arousal and the soft touch of Simon’s touch on your face, you weren’t able to stop the breathy whisper from escaping your lips.

“Show me..” 

In a split second, he had you hoisted over his shoulder in a fireman hold. Despite being a lawyer, he was unusually strong, lifting you up like a sack of potatoes. 

You squeal at his action, kicking your feet wildly as he carries you to your shared bedroom.

“Simon!”

You gasp as he holds you tight to his shoulder, his arm offering no opportunity to escape. 

You squeak as you’re dropped unceremoniously onto your shared bed, your nightgown shucked up to reveal your pretty pink panties, on full display for the dark eyed man in front of you. 

In an instant, he’s on the bed, pinning you down with his body, kissing you like he never will again. You feel dizzy, you can’t tell if it’s from a lack of oxygen or Simon consuming your very being. 

His lips leave yours once again and you gasp, sucking in oxygen. His hands are gripped around your waist as his lips press on your tits through shimmery tulle. 

“You’re perfect..” Simon groans, muffled by your skin. 

“Oh Simon..” You whisper breathily. This was a better outcome than you could’ve imagined. 

Simon unlatches his lips from you reluctantly, and tilts his head so he’s looking at you directly, perfect hair falling down his face and glasses adorably askew. 

“Can I?” 

“Yes..” 

Before you know it, he’s hooked his long fingers onto the waistband of your panties and he’s yanking them down your legs, exposing your wet bare pussy. Each brush of his hands on your sensitive skin caused you to jerk with

You squeak at his actions, covering your face with your hands to hide your blush. Your chest rose and fell with each anticipatory breath. 

Simon’s big hands are on your thighs now, gripping and spreading them apart, revealing your wetness. You whimpered as you watched him lick his lips hungrily, his glasses falling further down his long nose. 

“Don’t hide from me sweetheart..” 

You lower your hands slightly so you can look at him, but your hands immediately move to your mouth when he licks a long stripe up your pussy.

“Mmph!!” 

You squirm hard as his lips latch down onto your pulsing pussy. Your hands gripped the bedsheets hard at the overwhelming pleasure flowing through you. Your breathing stuttered, lungs pinching in your chest and long lashes fluttering over your burning cheeks at the slick sound of Simon’s lips smacking together. He sucked hard at your puffy lips before dipping further, thrusting his tongue inside. 

“Simon!” 

He had a hard grip on your thighs, refusing to let go of you, refusing to leave your sopping pussy for even a second. The coil twisted tighter and tighter in your stomach as he moved to suck hard on your clit, lathering and licking his tongue all over your cunt, his eyes not leaving yours for one second. 

You felt the flush spread deep down your neck as your moans increased in volume. Pleasant tingles raced down your spine as Simon explored every inch of your desperate pussy. You had never seen him like this, he was like a wild animal, feasting on your body, and you want more. 

Mindless babbling escaped your throat as he continued. It felt like your brain was leaking out of you, unable to form a single coherent thought. Only focused on the man between your legs. 

“Please please please…”

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Simon was lost in the vivid taste of your pussy. The only thing he could do right now was licking every inch of your sweet pussy, devouring your nectar. He had to have all of you.

Your sweet begging only spurned him on. The second you gave the word he was on you, mouthing your pussy like it was his last meal. He had never seen a more beautiful creature. The second he saw you in that pretty pink babydoll dress he knew he wanted to ruin you. 

You cry out loudly as he sucks particularly hard on your clit, causing you to thrash uncontrollably, but his harsh grip on your hips allows no reprieve. 

He grins into your pussy as he hears you mewl uncontrollably, trying to muffle your sounds into your hands to no avail. 

Simon’s head was covered slightly by the nightgown, his head carving a perfect space between your thighs as you whined and begged for more. 

“Simon! Baby pleaseee.!”

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If you were in any other context, you might have been embarrassed at your actions right now. But you aren’t. 

Your moans increase in pitch and volume the more vigorous Simon goes, loud whimpers echoing throughout your shared room. 

“Please.. Please m’ gonna… please!”

Your brain was toast, completely gone all because of a babydoll dress. What a way to go. 

Simon unlatches his mouth from your pussy, causing you to let out a pathetic sob. 

He moves one of his hands to your sensitive, abused clit, and begins to rub. Hard. 

“Ah! Ohhh… Simon!”

“Come for me baby..”

Your legs wind up around his head and your heels dig wildly into his back, unable to stop the tidal wave of pleasure coursing through your body. 

He groans right along with you as it happens, keeping that same exquisite pressure and pace in such an ungodly way that you just about scream from how grateful you are.

He’s perfect. You sob as the pleasure crests and wanes so sharply, leaving you trembling and gasping breathless little thank you's at him over and over again as he eases off and climbs up your body.

“Shhhh… it’s alright..” His voice is smooth like butter, and causes you to melt into the bed for about the umpteenth time that night. 

“God you’re perfect..  So pretty for me sweetheart..” He croons, stroking your hair.

“Simon..” Your voice is hoarse from screaming. Fuck. 

“You don’t have to worry about a thing, I’ll clean you up-”

“But what about you?” You blurted out. It just seemed unfair. He gave you the best head of your life, he deserved something in return. 

“Honey it’s fine-”

“Please?” You spread your legs once again, showing off your sopping pussy. “I want you to..”

His eyes go dark again like when he first saw you in your outfit. Jesus Christ… 

He leans down and kisses you hard, passionately. You wrap your arms around his neck instinctively, desperate to have him close to you at all times. 

He picks at the pink bow of your lingerie and pulls away, leaving a string of saliva between your mouths. 

“This stays on.”

“Yes…”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he likes the lingerie. 

You grab at his slightly wrinkled, white business shirt, while simultaneously trying to pull him closer. 

“Off.” You demand. 

He doesn’t think twice. Within seconds he’s hastily unbuttoning his button down, revealing his toned abs, complete with a dark happy trail. For a lawyer, he’s really fucking built. You often stop and congratulate yourself on scoring such a catch. 

Hot, kind, great bod, gives mind-blowing head, what more could a girl want? 

Before you know it, he’s yanking his underwear down, revealing his dripping hard cock. 

You let out another involuntary moan, suddenly quite aware of how empty you’re feeling. You don’t need any prep. Simon saw to that.

He nudges your thighs apart to make room, before he attempts to lean in closer to you. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close. 

He chuckles at your action, while flipping up the hem of your pretty pink dress so he has better access. He strokes himself root to tip, grunting slightly, before positioning himself at your entrance.  

“Ready honey?”

“Please..”

You tremble and cry out as he slowly thrusts inside. Due to his previous activities, all your nerves are set alight as his hard cock stretches you wide. 

“Ohh sweetheart.. So tight..”

You gasp as his cock nudges against your sweet spot. You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm; this feels like too much and not enough at the same time. 

“Simon.. please .. please fuck me..”

He groans at your words, and obliges, “Fuck yes sweetheart..”

You shriek as he begins a hard, unrelenting pace into your pussy, driving straight into your G spot with no reprieve, you’re unable to stop your moans from escaping your lips, barely muffled by Simon’s shoulder. 

“Jesus honey you’re so tight..”, he groans, while delivering a hard thrust to your sweet spot, causing your eyes to roll back into your skull. 

Your wails filled the room as Simon drove into your tight pussy again and again. You let your head fall back as he drove in harder, your pussy rippling around his cock. 

Burning white hot pleasure courses through your veins, you felt everything so deep in your core it was making you see stars. You could vaguely feel yourself clenching hard around Simon’s cock, listening to him groan in your ear at the pressure. 

“God sweetheart you don’t know what you do to me..” Simon grunted out, forcing his cock deeper inside.

“You have no idea how pretty you look in your little number..- Fuck!” He moaned out when you clenched hard around him again.

You were gone. Babbling out broken words and phrases like please and fuck me, you were basically dead to the world.

You squeal as you feel his pace quick, jabbing hard and fast into your sweet spot, releasing a multitude of mewls from you.

You could feel your second orgasm vastly approaching, and Simon could tell as well, as he moved his hand down to your straining pussy and rubbed at your clit for the second time that night. 

“FUCK!” You screamed.

“Yeah.. gonna come for me? Gonna squirt for me in your pretty little dress? I promise sweetheart I’m gonna buy you as many of these little dresses for you as you want-“ 

“Please..” 

“Come on honey, please come for me..”

Between the sting of oversensivity and Simon’s words, it doesn’t take long before you’re coming again, your cunt pulsing, squirting all over him and making a mess of your shared bed.

As you begin to whimper with overstimulation, Simon pulls out and begins to jerk off furiously over your stomach, aiming right on the bow of your dress.

“Fuck sweetheart!” 

He released all over your nightgown, cum splattering and staining your dress, some landing on your thighs and cheek.

You barely registered this, as you were still so fucked out and glass eyed. You didn’t think you’ve ever been fucked so good in your life.

You can vaguely feel the wet cloth wiping on the inside of your thighs and long fingers pulling your nightgown up over your shoulders.

—-

Later, you come to. Fully clean and clothed in warm, comfy pajamas, curled up on Simon’s chest while he stroked your hair.

“Baby?” You croaked.

“You’re awake!” He kissed your forehead “Was I too rough sweetheart?” 

You shook your head, eyes never leaving his.

“I liked it. I liked it a lot.” 

Simon smiles down at you, eyes crinkled and genuine.

“So..” 

“So what honey?” 

“Am I buying more lingerie to wear for you?” 

“No. I’m buying you the lingerie next time” 

You giggled and snuggled deeper into his chest, eyelids closing.

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P.S: Here's the lingerie ;)

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⋆⭒˚.⋆𝜗𝜚 GAZERBEAM NSFW ALPHABET ⋆⭒˚.⋆𝜗𝜚

A.N: GUYS I TOLD YOU I WAS COOKING UP SOMETHING SPICY AND HERE IT IS!! There is a criminal lack of Gazerbeam smut stuff so as always I am here to deliver! I have a long shift tomorrow so I'll probably won't post anything tomorrow and I have no idea what to write next. I've put my asks on so if you guys want to request anything you can!!! This work is NSFW and 18+ so if you aren't comfortable with NSFW works or under the age of 18 please scroll away! As always enjoy!!

-Reader pronouns are She/Her

-NSFW! Work

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AFTERCARE - What they’re like after sex

No matter if it’s soft and sweet or hard and fast, Simon never fails to take care of you. For a man who struggles with connection, he’s extremely doting and only relaxes himself when he’s sure you’re alright. After he’s finished with his routine, this man will hold you and will not let go unless it’s urgent. He’ll press you into his chest and leave as many kisses as he possibly can. 

BODY PART - Their own and their partners favourite body part

His favorite body part on you is your eyes. He could get lost in them, so beautiful and hypnotising, whether they’re gazing at him with love or filled with tears as he eats you out.

For himself, his favorite body part is his hands. Big with long fingers. He particularly loves just holding your hands. It’s underrated, but one of his favourites.

CUM - Anything to do with come 

He’s a clean man, he’d rather come inside you where there’s no mess, but secretly it’s because it makes him feel that much closer to you. There’s little else that turns him on as much as seeing his cum leak out of your used hole. One instance, he got so turned on by your dripping pussy, he grabbed you by the hips and licked his come out of you till you were crying and squirming.

DIRTY SECRET - A dirty secret of theirs

He wants to fuck you as Gazerbeam so bad. He wants to save you from some unknown villain, and then have you pay him back for his generosity. 

He can just imagine pressing you up against an alley with the pants of his supersuit shucked down to his thighs, drilling into your hole, but he’s too embarrassed about it to tell you. 

EXPERIENCE - How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing? 

Because of Simon’s general aversion to eye contact, he struggled with forming a connection with anyone, leading to him being kind of a loner in high school, so he wasn’t very experienced when he first met you. But now? He has plenty of experience with you and knows every trick in the book to make you squeal. 

FAVORITE POSITION - Their favorite position

Simon is a man of tradition and romance, so he enjoys the classic missionary. It makes him feel that much closer to you, it's just so intimate to him and it’s easier for him to wrap his muscled arms around you, and whisper in your ear about how much he adores you.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love doggy style though. 

GOOFY - Are they more serious in the moment? Or are they humourous? 

For Simon, sex is the most intimate of acts and he treats it as such. It’s one of the ways he can show his complete devotion to you, so he doesn’t see the need for humour.

HAIR - How well groomed are they? 

He pays attention to every detail so you can enjoy it. So he’s well groomed.

INTIMACY - How are they during the moment?

Like I said, this man is completely devoted to you. He is a YEARNER. The way he presses kisses into your neck and holds you like he’ll never hold you again makes you swoon.

 He is so romantic and gentle with you it’s insane. You honestly believe he’s ruined you for any other man. Not that you’d want any other man, it’s not like they can live up to Simon. 

JACK OFF - Masturbation Headcanon 

He rarely does it (Why would he when he has you?). He’ll only resort to jacking off when he’s away from you for long periods of time, for example with hero work or if he has to travel to a legal client. 

Every single time he does jack off he closes his eyes and thinks of you, and comes moaning your name. 

KINK - One or more of their kinks

He has a guilty pleasure for breeding. Like I said he’s a man of tradition, so he wants nothing more than to marry you so you can be together forever. So this easily plays into his desire to provide for you. It grounds him when he dotes and cares over you.

“I’m going to come inside you angel.. Yeah.. I’m gonna give you a baby and I’m gonna provide for you both… Fuck~”

LOCATION - Favorite place to do

His favorite place is the bedroom. No negotiations. He doesn’t want the possibility of any prying eyes while he’s making love to you. You could say he’s possessive in a loving way. 

MOTIVATION - What turns them on, gets them going?

Your voice. Imagine this, it's late, Simon’s working on a big case and you happen to be in the mood. You saunter down the stairs in your nightgown. Simon hears the stairs creak, “Honey.. I’ll be up in a minute, I just have to finish-”

“Simon… baby pleaseee?”

He’s abandoned his work, picked you up bridal style and he’s halfway up the stairs with his shirt off. 

NO - Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

Anything where you might get hurt. He’s already extremely conscious of his lasers accidentally going off, despite constant reassurance from you. 

ORAL - Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc. 

Like I said before, he wasn’t very experienced before he met you, but over time he’s perfect his craft. He absolutely LOVES going down on you. Every whimper, every mewl spurs him on to make you come harder than before. He is a man on a mission. There’s nothing he loves more than to see your sweet pussy squirt for him.

While he prefers making you feel good, he loves it when you go down on him as well. The way your perfect lips stretch wide around his cock, and how your pretty eyes well with tears as you gag on his length fuel his wet dreams for months.

PACE - Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc. 

It depends. Most of the time he’s a complete gentleman, rubbing and caressing every inch of your skin, pressing sweet kisses as he thrusts his cock slowly into your sensitive pussy, making sure you feel every inch. You might end up with a slight mark on your neck the next day or the occasional bruise, but nothing too bad. 

But, when he’s had a rough day, whether with hero work or legal work, he needs something to take his frustrations out on. On these special occasions, expect to find yourself covered in hickeys, spank marks and grip marks and with multiple loads dripping out of you. And you love it every time. 

QUICKIE - Their opinions on quickies instead of proper sex, how often, Etc.

Simon definitely prefers proper sex. He doesn’t like quickies, he wants to spend a special moment with you, taking his time. But, if you persuade him enough, he could be inclined to drag you into the bathroom. 

RISK - Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? 

Because of the nature of his laser vision, he doesn’t take any risks. Your safety comes first. As far as he’s concerned, the only risk the two of you are taking is no condom.

STAMINA - How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last? 

Because of his hero training, he has developed an increased stamina, which means he can go for multiple rounds if he can control himself. But there’s little stopping him from coming when he’s buried deep in your tight pussy.

He’ll give you orgasm after orgasm if his cock allows it. If not his cock then his fingers. 

TOYS - Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves? 

Simon doesn’t own toys and he doesn’t use them. If he can’t make you come all by himself then he isn’t worthy of calling himself your partner. 

One time, you coaxed him into letting you use a fleshlight on him, he came but not before mumbling that it would never replace you. 

UNFAIR - How much do they like to tease? 

Most of the time he doesn’t tease. But when he’s in a mood, he’ll bite and nip everywhere but where you want him to and he’ll drag out fucking you until your crying and whimpering into the sheets, begging him to go faster, to give you release. 

And you best believe the next night you are riding him until he begs like you did. 

VOLUME - How loud are they? What sounds do they make? 

Simon lets out a few grunts and groans, his moans go up in volume when he’s coming, but he spends most of the time whispering in your ear how much he loves you, how good you feel and telling you to come for him.

WILD CARD - Random 

Simon is weak for lingerie. Especially those floaty little pink, babydoll nightdresses that barely skim the top of your thighs, that show everything when you bend over. The first time he saw you in one you didn’t leave the bed all night, and you couldn’t walk the next day. 

Now, he makes a point to buy you a new piece at least a month. Every time you come out in a new piece looking so sweet and shy, he has no control when he’s pushing your lacy panties to the side and sinking into your warm hole.

X RAY - Let’s see what’s going on in those pants

Simon is big. He’s packing eight inches under those lawyer slacks and he knows how to use it. Long and thick,it has one long prominent vein on the underside that you love to lather your tongue on to make him groan. 

YEARNING - How high is their sex drive? 

Simon would say he’s relatively normal, he’s about a 7-8. But you turn him on so much. Just the very idea of you in his bed is enough to get him going easily.

ZZZ  - How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards? 

Simon will always make sure you’re alright and clean after sex before he even thinks about going to sleep, but the way you drag him into bed and snuggle into his chest makes his eyelids heavy.

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˙✧˖°📷 ⋆｡˚꩜ GAZERBEAM X OC - FIRST MEETING ˙✧˖°📷 ⋆｡˚꩜

A.N: My first OC fic! I have a whole story planned for these two so I hope you’ll stay tuned! I’m also running out of photos of Simon for my fics so there’s that. My next post is definitely something spicy so if you aren’t into that please don’t read! I’m also planning some OC headcanons. I’m also probably going to make a master list soon. Please enjoy!!

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The newest super, Starburst, runs into the stoic Gazerbeam. Literally.

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Starburst glided through the skies with a purpose, the chill of the Municiberg wind brushing past her face as she bobbed and weaved through the clouds.

Blair had to admit, the suit that Edna had made for her was amazing, despite the slightly terrifying demonstration of the suit capabilities. She loved everything from the glittering boots to the giant, slightly dramatic star emblazoned across her chest. Edna truly had a talent.

The raven-haired woman glanced down towards the bustling city below her, tiny specks colour busying themselves below. She blushed slightly as people on the ground began to recognise and wave to get her attention.

She wasn’t exactly sure if she even wanted to be a hero in the first place. Unfortunately, Helen didn’t give her much of a choice when she had marched the pair of them to the NSA and declared that they both wanted to be superheroes and that they had better not split the pair of them up.

Present day Blair was extremely grateful for her best friend, because the newly-named Starburst had taken to hero work like a fish to water. Even though helping people always gave her the bright burst of joy in her chest, the fans, the interviews and the PR was tiring.

She smiled and waved to the crowds forming as she let the wind carry her. Although the social stuff was slightly exhausting, it did feel nice to have so many people like you.

Suddenly, the sounds of sirens filled the air, piercing the atmosphere so loudly that Blair could hear them while soaring in the skies. Her hero training kicked in immediately and she positioned herself into a steep dive and sped towards the sirens.

She was easily able to spot the source, a robbery chase. A classic, according to her handler. Blair’s eyes narrowed though her mask as she spotted the Incredibile in hot pursuit, followed by a dozen or so police cars.

Blair knew Mr Incredible worked alone, most of the time, but she also knew that on occasion he teamed up with other heroes, like Frozone, Gamma Jack the ladykiller and Gazerbeam.

The raven-haired woman was now level with the city buildings, flying directly above the Incredibile. From this angle, she was able to spot thieves’s getaway vehicle, a busted up SUV.

Her eyes widened when one of the criminals poked his head out the window of the car with a gun. With a flourish, Blair shot out a blast of energy toward the car.

The car swerved and slammed on its breaks at the sudden harsh burst of light. The hero effortlessly bobbed and weaved past the bullets, which then ricocheted off of the Incredibile’s bullet proof exterior.

All of a sudden, there was a bright flash of red light and the car split in half like it was sawed in two.

Unfortunately, Blair was so shocked at the action that she didn’t see where she was going, and ran straight into the man that caused the distraction. Like a complete idiot.

“OOF!”

Blair hit the man at full speed, sending the pair of them flying across the road, before coming to a stop about 20m away from the severed vehicle.

Blair grimaced as they finally came to a stop, and finally looked down at the man she had just taken out.

Shit. It was Gazerbeam.

The visored man was staring up at her with what she can imagine is a bewildered look on his face behind his Cyclops Style visor.

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you!”

Blair then promptly became aware of their position. The costumed woman was straddling the man’s hips, with Gazerbeam’s hands around her waist, obviously as a way to make sure she wasn’t hurt.

His hands felt massive around Blair’s waist, so big in the fact they met in the middle, holding the small woman in place.

A blush appeared on the woman’s face upon the realisation of their predicament.

“It’s alright.” Jesus Christ his voice. “Accidents happen”

“U- um let me just-“

Starburst unlatches one of her legs from Gazerbeams’ tree trunk thighs and lifts herself off his lap.

The masked man sat up from where he was laying and rubbed his helmet. Obviously to check for brain injuries.

“I’m so sorry again, I didn’t see you in my flight path and it’s totally my fault-“

Blair stopped suddenly as she felt a gloved hand come up and rest against her forehead.

“Are you hurt at all?”

If she could go any redder she’d be a tomato.

“OH! Umm- I’m not injured haha!”

Nice one Blair you idiot.

Gazerbeam stood up abruptly (Jesus he’s tall), and held out a hand for Blair to take, which she accepted graciously.

“Thank you..”

“You’re Starburst, right?”

He knows who I am?

“Yeah I am! You’ve heard of me?”

Not too desperate now.

“I have. Your work with the downtown hostage situation was flawless.”

Oh.

Oh.

He definitely knows who I am.

The fact that Gazerbeam knew who she was was both a good and bad thing. On one hand, maybe he thought she was a good hero? But on the flip side, there was a 95% chance he was going to try and pursue her for her looks, like that asshole Gamma Jack.

But the way he handled her with such concern, and the way his words were devoid of any derogatory language, and how he spoke like such a gentleman.

Perhaps he was different.

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from a hero like you.”

Good job, nice and professional.

“Of course.”

“Anyways, I’m going to fly to the bank and get some witness statements. Are you ok here?”

The split in half car was still smoking, leaving shocked citizens to watch the phenomenon in surprise.

“Yes I can, thank you for handling that.”

“It’s no issue really! I’ll go fly off now, and..” Blair paused slightly, blushing, “Thanks for catching me..”

And with that she launched into the air, spirally gracefully as she glided away.

—-

Simon watched silently as the tiny woman flitted away, his chest heavy with something strange and unfamiliar.

Mr Incredible, Frozone and Gamma Jack had finally made their way to the scene of the crash, smug grins on each of their faces.

“Well well well..” Mr Incredible grinned.

Simon raised an eyebrow under his helmet, suspicious.

“What?”

“What do you mean what?” Jack burst out, “You got one of the prettiest Super dames on your lap and all you can say is ‘What’?!”

“I didn’t realise you were so passionate about the subject, Jack.”

“I- you- UGHHH”

Gamma Jack threw his head in his hand and kicked at a stray piece of debris on the road.

“I think he’s just frustrated.” Frozone waved a hand.

Simon turned his head to one side. “…Why?”

“Gazer! She was totally into you! She was in your lap and everything!” Mr Incredible emphasised.

“No.. I don’t think so..”

But the way she looked down at him while she was in his lap was nothing short of perfection, her long chocolate hair curling over her shoulder, her soft lips bitten pink that looked like they were begging for a kiss, and her eyes.

Big, round and green, staring into his soul. At that moment, they held a wet panic as she stared at him frantically. And honestly? Simon had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

But realistically she could never be interested in someone like him.

“Well if you don’t want her, then I’ll take her!” Jack said smugly.

"She's not one of your toys, Jack. She's a Super.” Simon gritted. Why was he so angry?

“Whatever..”

Simon rolled his eyes under his visor and moved to walk away, but not before Frozone called out.

“Just give her a shot man!”

Simon thinks for a moment. Maybe. Just maybe. If he hoped enough he could see her again.

—-

“I’m telling you Helen! His hands were so big they went the whole way round my waist! God I’ve never been held like that!”

Blair paced around their shared apartment, she had finally gotten home after gaining all of the witness statements, a painful experience, and was finally back at hers and Helen’s apartment, and was ranting in a pink fluffy nightgown.

“Jesus B, sounds like you love him already.”, Helen smirked.

Blair sighed dramatically and flopped onto the couch where Helen was sitting down.

“He could never like me like that! He’s a top notch Super and I’m a rookie..” She huffed

“I don’t know B from what you’ve told me, it sounds like he likes you too.”

Blair rolls over on the soft couch so she’s on her back.

“Yeah… I hope so..”

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GUESS WHO DOESN’T NEED AI FOR HER OCS?? THATS RIGHT ME BITCH. It took me a couple tries to get her perfect and I’m so happy with how she turned out!! Don’t ask me to draw again that was nuts. The universe clearly wanted me to write more than it wanted me to draw lolll.

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⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ GAZERBEAM X READER - FAMILIAR ⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖

A.N - OMG YOU GUYS!! Thank you for being so patient but here it is! This is my longest fic yet and I’m so excited for you to read it! I’ve been pretty busy with work so I’m glad I finally managed to pump this out. My next fic is definitely OC so stay tuned! I also have some spicy stuff in store for Simon so you’ll just have to wait!! Enjoy!!

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It had been 3 months since you had started dating Simon J. Paladino, and everything was perfect. Like sickly sweet perfect, like fairy tale, disney princess perfect.

You had never been one for romantic gestures but Simon made you feel so special. Since you had started at the firm, several people had warned you of Simon’s “rude” and slightly scary manner of behaviour, especially his refusal to make eye contact, but they couldn’t be more wrong.

He brought you flowers, cooked for you, comforted you after long days, he was the perfect partner. You were just glad you snatched up him before anyone else could.

The pair of you had decided to keep your relationship private, meaning you would not be sharing shit with the gossipy members of the firm. And it was nice, for a while, until fucking Sarah saw you push yourself up onto your tippy toes to give him a kiss outside the building for bringing you lunch on his lunch break.

“Soooo?”

Sarah had snatched a chair and pulled up next to your desk.

You turned to her and raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“So what, Sarah?”

You chose your words carefully. If you let anything slip, it was guaranteed to spread like wildfire.

She was looking at you smugly now, but you refused to make eye contact.

“You and Simon huh?”

You nearly choked on your saliva as you struggled to maintain a calm facade. You wouldn’t give her anything.

“What about me and Simon?”

“Well.. I saw you guys outside the firm building looking awfully close?” She sneered.

“What Simon and I get up to in our free time is none of your business Sarah. And quite frankly you questioning me about my personal life is extremely unprofessional. Now, I’m going to lunch. Goodbye, Sarah.”

And with that, you gathered your things and took off to lunch without a look back at the now not sneering woman.

“Sarah knows”

You whispered, later that night in bed, curled up next to Simon with your head on his chest.

You giggle softly as he audibly groans, dragging a hand across his glasses-free face.

“I assume everyone will know by tomorrow?”

“Most likely. But they’ll probably question me about it, not you”

“If they make you uncomfortable you’ll let me know?”

You snuggled further into his chest, grinning at his words.

“Yes honey I will.”

You feel him press a kiss to your hair, causing a blush to sprout on your face.

“Good. Now get some sleep, we have work early tomorrow.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more, sweetheart.”

And that’s how the entire firm found out. Like you predicted, everyone came to you for questions first and avoided Simon. In short, you told them to buzz off or else. It worked fairly well.

To summarise, you and Simon were in a happy, healthy, secure relationship and there wasn’t anything anyone could do to change that.

It was a totally normal Saturday. You had the day off, Simon was out for the morning and you had errands to run, so you would have all the afternoon off for yourself.

You yawned slightly as you reached for a can of tomatoes. The grocery store near Simon and yours apartment was small, but full of decently priced, good quality items.

Pasta tonight, you thought to yourself, Simon’s favorite. A small blush rose to your cheeks. Every day, he worked so hard as a lawyer to fight for supers rights, it was only fair you did something for him in return.

“FREEZE!”

Your head snapped suddenly towards the noise, the sharpness piercing the calm atmosphere of the grocery store.

Three grown men entered the store, all brandishing guns. Your blood runs cold as you drop the can of tomatoes.

“ALL OF YOU ON THE GROUND NOW!”

Your knees instinctively give way as you slump to the ground. You considered yourself a fairly tough person, but all that toughness evaporated and gave way to pure fear.

You laid yourself stomach down on the floor and put your hands behind your head, inhaling and exhaling to the point of hyperventilation.

Thousands of thoughts ran through your head, How am I going to get out? Is the cashier ok? What if I don’t make it out alive? What are they going to tell my family? What are they going to tell Simon?

Your heart sinks to your stomach as you feel tears well in your eyes. No. You would make it out of this. You would see Simon and your family again.

You carefully turn your head to face the group of men, who were now threatening the cashier.

You gasps as quietly as you can when one of the men grabs the cashier, who couldn’t have been any older than 18 across the counter by his shirt, and presses his rifle square into the teen’s forehead.

“NO!”

You couldn’t stop the word from escaping from your mouth, you weren’t about to let that kid take the fall for something that wasn’t his fault.

“Oh, you wanna mouth off, eh?”

You yelp as one of the robbers grabs you by the hair and yanks you up so that you’re facing him.

You’re breathing heavily now, trying not to show fear, trying your best not to grimace despite the burning pain coming from your scalp.

You feel the cool metal of the rifle press against your forehead and you squeeze your eyes shut. You only hope the kid got away.

“So, pretty, what were you saying again?”

You force your eyes open again, to stare at his grotesquely, ski masked face (so different to your handsome Simon) . You open your mouth to tell him to get fucked, but before you can, a flash of red light sears though the air and knocks the gun out of his hands in an instant.

You turn your head as much as the hand in your hair will allow, to see the gun on the floor with two perfect, smoking holes burned right through it.

“Shit man we gotta go now!” One of the robbers said to the one holding your hair. “It’s-“

Before he could finish his sentence, several more short, sharp blasts echoed through the air, sending the other robbers' guns flying out of their hands.

Your breath caught in your throat as you whispered.

“Gazerbeam..”

The masked man stood tall and intimidating, his visor still glowing and smoking from his laser vision.

“Put her down.”

The robber dropped you in an instant, and you crumple to the floor, massaging your scalp to relieve the still burning pain, slightly dizzy

Luckily, you are smart enough to stay down and you see several more flashes of red light before all 3 of the robbers collapse to the ground groaning.

You hear Gazerbeam’s commanding voice fill the room through your dizziness. You exhale slowly and close your eyes, but you gasp at the sudden touch to your forehead.

Your eyes fly open to see Gazerbeam himself leaning over you, with a concerned look on his face.

“Are you alright?”

Still slightly reeling from the pain of being held up by your hair, you struggle to slur out an answer.

“I guess so… Oh!”

You gasp as he lifts you up bridal style to carry you out of the grocery store, whose windows were now shattered by bullets.

You can’t help the redness from rising to your cheeks at being lifted up so effortlessly. You felt a warmth settling in your stomach as you feel your body relax. Something about his muscles arms and stride was so familiar.

You instinctively wrap your arms around his shoulders as he walks toward the ambulance that has now pulled up outside.

“I saw what happened.”

You turn to face him, to see if what you heard was correct.

“You protected that boy in the store, that was very brave of you.”

Wow. A literal superhero calling you brave? Now you have seen it all.

“Oh! No no it’s ok! It’s what anyone would have done!”

You had turned red partly at the compliment and partly at the fact that he was still carrying you like you weighed nothing.

Both of you had made it to the ambulance, where he set you down on the edge of the vehicle, sitting down.

“You are a very courageous woman.”, He paused as a flush crept up past his masked face, “And beautiful too.”

Your mind went blank. The paramedic attending to you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh! Um..” If your face could go any redder you’d be a tomato. “I’m so sorry Mr Gazerbeam but I’m very much taken.”

“Oh. My apologies, I did not realise you were in a relationship.”

“No no, it’s alright, but no offence you couldn’t pull me away from my boyfriend if you tried!”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.. he’s so sweet and kind and loving, he’s funny too! In his own way but that doesn’t matter. God.. I’m so lucky to have him..”, You sigh.

Talking about Simon always got you rambling. Because of course you were going to brag about your hot lawyer boyfriend to the literal superhero hitting on you.

“Ah. Sorry. Well, I doubt that. I bet you're equally spectacular."

“Thank you Mr Gazerbeam, for saving me and everyone else. The community is safer with you in it.”

“Thank you for your kind words Ma’am, and my apologies again for being so forward.”

“It’s ok-“

A hand is placed on your shoulder. The paramedic.

“Miss? I think we should take you to the hospital to get checked out, just in case.”

“Oh! Right.. Well, thanks anyway! Hope I see you around!”

You wave goodbye to the superhero, who manages an awkward wave back. On the way to the hospital, you couldn’t stop thinking about how familiar Gazerbeam seemed, like you had seen him somewhere before.

The superhero was handsome and kind for sure, but he was no Simon J. Paladino.

———

Simon had made sure all the victims of the robbery were safe and uninjured, before running off to an abandoned alleyway.

He needed fresh air immediately.

As soon as he gets there, he rips the visor off his face, leans against the brick wall, and smiles the biggest smile he’s had in ages.

He couldn’t believe he had gotten so lucky with you.

Any other woman might have abandoned him completely for a little bit of attention from a superhero.

But not you. Not his love.

Guilt wracked his body in an instant. He wanted to tell you so bad it was physically painful. But he’d have to wait. You’d have to wait.

For now, he would stop by his apartment, change into civilian clothes and speed to the hospital. (He should’ve gotten there quicker, he should have killed the bastard who grabbed you like that).

He would dote on you for as long as you needed, while the feeling of you snuggled in his arms, with your arms around his neck while he carried you would stay fresh in his mind.

Perhaps, he would carry you like that out of the chapel on your wedding day.

THE END ⋆˚✿˖°

[dior456]

Hi everyone!

Thank you so much for all your support!!! The love is insane!

I’m working on two fics at once (I know lol) and I should be putting the first one out soon.

I’ve had a busy couple of days which is why I haven’t put anything out but thank you for understanding!

Thank you again and have a lovely day!

And as always please leave requests! It gives me motivation and ideas :)

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₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Incredibles OC ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

Hero Name: Starburst

Alter Ego: Blair Elizabeth Stokes

Day Occupation: Journalist

Love Interest: Simon J Paladino (Gazerbeam, Obvi)

Hair in Hero Suit:

Very 60s vibes hopefully, but I’m not 100% sure if these pics are AI so in the future I’ll have a look for some more.

Eyes: Green

Personality:

Very kind compared to some other heroes, Blair harbours more hesitation towards killing than other Supers.

Extremely self-sacrificial, on more than one occasion has completely drained her powers just to help, putting herself at risk. Will put others before herself.

Hero and Civilian identities are very different, Blair feels a lot more free and confident as a hero. She feels she is able to be herself more.

Early in her career, Starburst was a major people pleaser, saying yes at times to ease the tension, despite being uncomfortable herself.

As her career progressed she got better at standing up for herself and didn’t allow others to walk all over her.

In short, Blair is a good hero and individual, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t free of her own flaws.

Power: Asterokinesis, Flight, Solar Absorption

By absorbing hydrogen, helium and UV rays in her body, she can create and control energy filled balls of light (Stars).

Can shape the “stars” to form projectiles that she can aim and fire, or create a continuous beam to be shot at enemies.

Draws energy from the sun, by absorbing solar rays to power the intake of helium and hydrogen to actually support the creation of the “stars”.

The sun also helps power her ability to fly, if she hasn’t been in sunlight for a while, it’s harder for her to get up off the ground.

Unlike Apogee, her powers don’t fade overnight. Her body acts as a battery that can be charged by solar rays. So if she’s been in the sunlight for a considerable amount during the day, she can still use her powers, but if her body uses up all of the “sunrays” during the night, she is unable to use her powers without causing severe damage to her body.

After Starburst has run out of solar rays to power her star creation, her body turns to other forms of energy, such as fat stores, or other more dangerous energy sources such as the electrical charge of her heartbeat, which could cause her heart to stop entirely.

Can reach high flight speeds, but not as fast as Stratogale.

Semi fireproof due to nature of powers (The stars can reach extremely high temperatures)

Weaknesses include nighttime (obviously), cold conditions and ice, guns.

Inspiration for Powers:

Starfire:

I really like the style of how Starfire uses her powers, it matches how Starburst uses hers in my brain lol.

(It was kinda hard to find good yellow powers on Pinterest because every 5 images was just a recoloured version of Wanda’s powers 😭😭They’re cool but I need some variation)

Hero Suit: 

Guys guys now listen I am a very shit drawer so I had to resort to other means in order to provide a visual on Starburst. I’m currently working on a drawing  despite my lack of skills.

Unfortunately, my apple pencil broke before I could start so I will have to go back to traditional pen and paper. For now, take this slightly inaccurate Gacha OC, as there is nothing else I can do. 

The only things I would change is that she would have elbow length gloves, the boots would have a pointed, diamond shape on the top instead of just the straight edge, and all the white highlights would have a glittery quality, like the pops of red on Elastigirl’s original costume. 

But honestly it still isn’t quite right so I’m still going to have to draw it myself.  My vision is EXTREMELY specific but this is good for a vague visual.

Day Job Outfits: 

Blair is a journalist so some of my major inspiration is Lois Lane and also Rachel Weisz in the Mummy: 

P.S: Don't mind the evil dickhead next to her, I loveeee Teri Hatcher's Lois Lane! Also here are some 60's work outfits for her as well.

Civilian Hair:

For her civilian hair, I like to imagine it up or just neat, as a way to contrast with her having her hair out and long while doing hero work:

That's about all the general knowledge of her that I can think of! Please feel free to ask me any questions about her. I have bought a new knockoff Apple Pencil from Kmart, so I can draw her digitally. If you guys want, I can make a few dedicated posts about specific things about her. Again, thank you so much for all your support!

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HOLY SHIT GUYS!! TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT! This is better than I could’ve imagined :)

I’ve started a x OC oneshot to go with my OC sheet but I need some help deciding a name. She’s a star/space themed hero :).

HELP ME PICK A NAME!

Stardust

Asteria

Comet

Starburst

Voting ended onAug 9, 2025

Ty again and have a great day!

[dior456]

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ GAZERBEAM X READER - HOME ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Would you believe that I busted this out in 45 minutes? NEITHER! I’m currently working on my OC sheet but I have no drawing skills so I may have to resort to the tools of old (Gacha Life). My plan is to write X Readers for you guys and write some indulgent x OC for me! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it! Please give me some ideas for the next fic as all the prompt generators on the internet are shit. Enjoy!

- Reader pronouns are she/her

-No Y/N

-SFW!

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It had been a long day. A long, horrible day for Simon J. Paladino. Or if you want to get technical, Gazerbeam.

It was Baron von Ruthless, again. Took a bunch of hostages, dragged them to the city centre and demanded $100,000 ransom for each individual hostage. In total, there were 63.

Of course, Bob wanted to go head first, fist smashing against the giant robot the Baron piloted, but the NSA insisted on negotiations.

To be honest, Simon would have preferred the smashing. The ongoing communications were excruciating and pointless.

Simon would ask for a hostage, he would raise the ransom, he’d ask again firmly. Ransom raised again.

In the end, they went with Bob’s original plan, and stormed the city centre, taking down Baron von Ruthless and his stupid robot.

The whole thing was dragged out and painful and Simon just wanted to lay down and-

The man stopped in front of his apartment door. Despite being a lawyer, rent in Municiberg was absolutely ridiculous. This was the only thing he could afford right now.

But Simon wasn’t worried about that. He was more focused on the delicious smell seeping from under the door of his flat. Almost in a trance, the Super dug into the pocket of his trench coat for his keys, which hid his super suit quite poorly, mind you.

The door creaked open slowly as Simon moved inside, to find the source of the intoxicating smell.

“I saw the news.”

Simon dropped his briefcase onto the floor.

You had your back turned, humming slightly as you busied yourself over the stove. You were in your PJs, hair tied up messily, and wearing pink fluffy slippers.

Simon had never seen a more beautiful creature.

But he didn’t say that.

“You did?”

“Mhm..”

You turned slightly to look at him, your (E/C) eyes boring into his. The man looked down quickly out of habit, but forced himself to gaze upon you again.

Simon padded across the cold, wooden floor to reach you, before wrapping his worn out arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck, breathing in your scent like he’d never smell it again. You smelt warm and fresh at the same time.

You smelt like home.

You grinned when you felt him come up behind him. Like you said, you had seen the news. It looked painful, Simon looked exasperated, in his own serious way. You knew he needed some comfort.

Simon mumbled into your neck, his words indecipherable. You giggled at the action softly.

“What was that?”

He begrudgingly pulled his face from your neck, glasses now crooked from the action.

“What are you making?”

“..Soup..”

“What kind?”

You turned your head slightly to look at him, tousled hair and crooked glasses and all. His bright eyes looked dimmed. God, you loved him.

“Your favourite.”

Simon unwrapped one of his hands from your waist and brought it up to your cheek. Your eyes never left his. Despite the exhaustion from the day and having to come back to his shitty apartment, he knew he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

He leaned in and your lips met in a soft kiss. It was simple, and quick, but it meant so much more than that.

Before you knew it, he was leaning in for another, and another.

“-Simon”

He spun you around in his arms and repositioned you away from the stove, one of his hands fumbling to turn off the stove.

“Baby..-“

His kissed you hungrily, like a man dying of thirst, his hands roaming and grabbing every inch of your body. Jesus he needed this. He needed you.

You halfway gasped and giggled as you felt his lips travel down to your neck, licking and sucking like a mad man.

“Honey… the soup..”

“Just let me kiss you, sweetheart…”

He mumbled into your neck, breathless. He had wanted this all damn day and only God himself could drag him from your arms right now.

Your arms, which were formerly wrapped around his neck, unwrapped and your hands cupped his cheeks, stopping him from assaulting your neck any further.

He looked at you, confused and honestly kind of sad that you stopped him. You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face.

“Simon, you’re exhausted, you’ve had a massive day…”

Your hands pulled his face close as your foreheads touched.

“Let me do this for you..” You whispered.

Before you knew it, he pulled you into a tight hug and once again, buried his face into your neck.

“I love you”

It was muffled by your neck and quiet, but you heard it nonetheless.

You wrapped his arms around his neck, propping your chin up onto his broad shoulder. You knew how hard words were for him, so this meant everything in the world.

“I love you too”

Eventually, you coaxed him onto the couch with a bowl of steaming hot chicken noodle soup, finally changed into his pyjamas.

The TV was blaring a shitty sitcom, the empty bowls were long forgotten, and you were both curled up in a blanket on the couch.

He heard soft breathing coming from his side. Simon turned his head gently to see you had fallen asleep, despite the circumstances.

He smiled at you softly. Despite whatever happened at work, or life for that matter, he knew he could always come home to you.

He gently lifts you up to position you in a horizontal position on the couch, before he lays down with you and pulls up the blanket to cover you both.

The only regret he had was his sore back in the morning, which you scolded him for.

Simon wouldn’t give anything in the world.

THE END ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

[dior456]

Guys ty for the support! I’ve been sleeping so I’ll get right on writing!!

Kinda considering writing something for Gamma Jack but I’ll see how I go!!

[dior456]

Guys I wanna write Gazerbeam x reader fics and I wanna write about my new Incredibles OC so bad.

I want that autistic man so baddd 😭😭😭

Let me know if it’s something yall r interested in 😝