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tumfullofblue · 2 months ago

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Ok!! Soooo ... 82' Tron. NSFW. But x fem!reader. Reader is piloting a recognizet for the first time, Bit provides power to reader and it's extremely pleasurable ... She gets to have the program experience of an orgasm.

(✪㉨✪) This one is one of the most unusual requests I've got so far! Sorry it took me long to get to it, but I've enjoyed flexing my writing muscles a bit! NSFT under the cut!

(go watch Tron it's amazinggg)

«Steady now. Going on route.”

You were doing it. You were actually piloting a Recognizer, all on your own too! For a simple engineering program to get an update like this, to finally get a pilot rank was outstanding achievement; your life, your knowledge will be saved in files and pass on to those who will come after you. You were filled with joy, the steady vibrations under your feet and in your arms. Your eyes were set on course. You were flying… and so was a little Bit near you. He was a silent fellow, but you appreciated his presence, steady and sure, a small flickering light above your shoulder. The Recognizers were wonderful vehicles, and yet, you were constantly worried that a sudden power surge (which were happening more often in last cycles) would shut down the system… the crash would destroy you all.

“I should not be worried, right?” you mumbled under your nose, your fingers grabbing the handles a bit too tight.

“No,” the Bit drawled, his cold, sure response seemed to be just a thing that you needed right now. You checked the Recognizer’s parameters – there was no need to worry. But maybe…

You closed your eyes for a second, your fast mind going through all the possibility. So many ifs… so many ways this could end… you had to be sure you will have enough power. You opened your eyes again and cracked your neck a bit; a small gesture you’ve learned from whispers about Users.

“Alright, Bit, I want you to connect with console, see if you can overload power cells a bit more.”

"Yes."

The Bit zipped toward the console – and connected, right below your wrist. A jolt of pure energy surged through the ship – and through you, since you didn’t stopped piloting, your hands still on handles. You gasped --- back arching as circuits lit up beneath your skin, every line of your code singing with sudden, overwhelming sensation. Never before you felt this way. It wasn’t just power – it was pleasure, sharp and electric, flooding your systems like liquid, golden, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful light.

"B-Bit—!"

Your voice glitched, fingers scrambling against the panel as the Recognizer’s engines roared with power like a wild hostile driver. Bit pulsed happily, not caring for a bit as your legs began shaking, mouth opened, quick pants escaping your lips.

“Nff! Nn-no, Bit, p-please, it’s too much!..”

But for Bit, there was no never to much. They thought in two absolutes – and what you felt was positive, there was no need to turn it negative. And yet… Programs weren’t meant to feel like this. This was fire. It pooled low in your core, radiating outward in dizzying waves, your sensors alight with a pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. And then – worse – it built. Like a loop teetering on the edge of infinite runtime, teetering, teetering— The Recognizer’s console blared a warning, but the sound was distant, irrelevant. All that mattered was the rush, the way your body lit up like a conduit, every nerve screaming in perfect, blinding sync. You were overflowing, burning up from the inside, voice cursing and moaning. Again, you tried to call for Bit. Again, he ignored your pitiful request for mercy. Your thighs clenched, fingers scrambling against the console as the heat pooled low, throbbing, aching; you felt hollow and full at the same time.

It didn’t stop. If anything, the little bastard pushed harder, its glow flaring as it fed you more, more, until your vision whited out. You were shaking, burning, every nerve alight, your voice a ragged moan as the overload ripped through you. The Recognizer’s systems roared back online around you, but all you could feel was the rush, the dizzying, obscene fullness of it – you were now complete, archived, more powerful than before.

All you could do was shake, oversensitive, dripping with residual charge. Bit finally pulled away, leaving you slumped in the pilot’s seat, breath ragged, skin humming.

“No.”

You swallowed, trying to steady your voice. This definitely will need to be edited from your report.

“If you ever tell His Excellency about this—”

“Yes.”

#bear writes #tron 1982 #tron #bit tron #thanks for your request!

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sweetiechenle · 6 months ago

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hiiii! can I request a where reader sleeps over at mark but he wakes with a morning wood for the first time and there both shy and embarrassed cs they’ve never really been intimate like that. js something cute it can lead to smut if you want :))

pairing: mark x afab!reader

w.c: 1.8k

warnings: mdni 18+, established relationship, spending the night for the first time, mark is so sweet oh my god i will cry, reader is shy but bold, pet names, soft mark, he is so in love, mentions of spiderman because well yeah its mark, blowjob, oral (m receiving), vocal mark, implied smut for the future idk, thank you for requesting!! requests are always open ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

you steadily awoke, blinking your eyes open rapidly, trying to adjust to the sunlight filtering through the window. hot breath graced your hair, tickling your ear, making you squirm slightly in your boyfriends hold. last night, mark convinced you to stay the night, going as far as to admit that the second spiderman movie was superior to the third one (tom hollands spiderman, of course). you never stayed the night at his apartment, the opportunity never arising but the clouds had been crying all day, rain pelting anything in sight. mark refused to let you go home in these conditions, so when you asked him for a ride home instead of walking to the subway station, he suggested you just stay the night.

after bickering back and forth of 'i don't want to intrude' and 'i want you to's', you agreed after mark got onto his knees stating 'what if i said that far from home is the best spiderman movie?' he was giving you a pout with pleading eyes that shone under the light. they were wide and sparkling, it was almost comical but cute and convincing.

'even better than no way home?' you quirked your brow in amusement at the situation unfolding before you. mark was so dramatic and undeniably funny, one of the many reasons why you love him.

he dropped his head in defeat, sighing, 'yes... even better than no way home' voicing his downfall.

after dinner, you both watched a movie tangled together on the couch, eyes growing heavy from the antics of the day. mark turned the tv off and suggested you both head to bed, you promptly asked for a pillow and blanket, staying seated on the couch as he stood up. tilting his head to the side he laughed, 'what?'

your cheeks grew hot in embarrassment, did you say something wrong? 'i thought we were going to bed... i didn't bring a pillow and blanket with me...' staring down at your hands in your lap, you picked at your hangnails.

'baby, you are not sleeping on the couch' mark chuckled, insane that you even insinuated the idea of it. he lightly grabbed your hand, guiding you to stand up with him, 'if you don't feel comfortable sharing a bed, i will sleep on the couch, there's no way you are' he stated, still holding onto your hand.

you nodded, 'i didn't know, we can share a bed' you'd been in his bedroom countless times, he would be working on his laptop while you'd laid on his bed scrolling through your phone, or he would play you a song on his guitar sitting on his bed, back against the headboard as you listened while in his desk chair. so, this should be no different.

he offered you some old clothes, pajama pants that fit you around the waist ever so slightly, but the hems going over your feet. a shirt that was five years old and dared to expose your shoulder from how big it was. it was perfect. cozy, soft, and smelled like mark.

he brought you to his bathroom, he insisted on washing your face and applied way too much moisturizer to your skin, which prompted him to take some off your face and put it on his. it seemed like he had everything you needed, an extra toothbrush, phone charger, and slippers.

once you were finished, he brought you to his bed and opened the sheets for you, gesturing for you to climb in first, getting the spot next to the wall while he took the one closest to the door. he clicked the lamp off, and mark shimmied closer to you, slowly wrapping his arms around you asking 'is this okay?'

you glanced up at him, features more defined under the moon shining through the curtains, 'yes, of course' he smiled, nuzzling his nose into your hair, taking in the scent with a deep breath.

'good night baby,' he kissed your head, 'i love you' you melted once the words hit your ears, it wasn't said often but special every time it was fabricated into the real world.

'i love you too' you whispered, moving closer to him as much as you could, closing your eyes as marks scent filled your senses, his warm body radiating the perfect amount of heat to yours, soft sheets that hugged you almost as well as he was. it was hard not to quickly drift off to dreamland.

which brought you to the morning after, mark still having an iron grip tight hold on you and lightly snoring in your ears as you tried to count his breathing. that was until something else caught your attention, mark brought you in closer, shoving his nose into your neck, pulling your body flush with his. you could feel something hard on the back of your thigh and if your suspicions were right then this could get interesting. you and mark had not been that sexually involved... yet. stating he had wanted to take his time with you, that he would be ready whenever you were. never going further than making out and scandalous touches over each others bodies. you didn't mind and it seemed like he didn't either as he never pressured you into doing anything more, but you had been ready for a while, the conversation just never coming up. it seemed like sex wasn't that important to either of you.

you stirred as his nose tickled your neck, causing him to wake up, long eyelashes batting as he tried to fight the sleepiness away. 'mornin' baby' he yawned, voice low and groggy. you smiled up at him, stealing glances at his face under the warm glow of the sun peeking in through the curtains.

'mmm' you giggled, 'don't yawn, you're gonna make me yawn' of course watching him do just that triggered a yawn out of you which made him laugh, grabbing you tighter and shaking you in rhythm with the sound. and now being so close made you feel his morning wood again, which made you freeze in his hold

he noticed the way you seemed to tighten your muscles and go stiff, 'what's wrong baby?'

you blushed, should it be brought up? did you want to embarrass your boyfriend like that? it was kind of hard to ignore it... 'oh, um, it seems like you have a problem' you slurred out the last words, hoping he would pick up whatever you were putting down.

dropping the ball completely your words were lost on him, 'oh?' you shifted your leg, making his move in response, eyes wide in shock 'oh' he finally picked it up.

his ears were already hot in embarrassment, your chest caved in its secondhandness, and you now feel bad that you brought it up. 'i-im so so-' he started, moving away from you, face now wearing a pink hue.

you grabbed his wrist, bringing him back closer to you, 'i-i could help you...' whispering, 'if you want' heart beating so fast from the suggestion, half excited, half anxious.

'oh, you really don't have to' his smile faltered, 'i can take care of it in the bathroom or something.'

your occasional innocent facade cracking, 'i want to, please' giving him the best pouty face you could muster.

he sighed and moved towards his pillow, back now slouched against the headboard, his eyes darkening with lust, 'only if you want to babe, i can't refuse you'

you smiled at the green light, climbing on top of him, grasping both shoulders in your hands, you leaned in. he tilted his head to the side, allowing easy access for your lips. he still tasted like the toothpaste you had used last night, exploring his mouth with such delicacy, taking your time with him. lightly grinding your hips down onto his groin made him moan into your mouth. a string of curse words leaving his lips in a raspy tone, still trying to overcome sleep.

making sure to kiss the moles that adorned his face, you then moved onto his neck, sucking light bruises into the sensitive skin. mark let out wanton moans, always vocal in the best ways, a sound you could listen to for the rest of your life.

you continued to move backwards until your reached his crotch. the bugle defined in his pajama pants making your mouth water, you always imagined what it would look like, your boyfriend was too handsome and sexy for you not to sometimes picture moments like this before bed or in the shower.

you reached for the waistband of his pants and underwear, pulling them both down together, sitting them near his thigh. his cock sprung free from its confines, lightly slapping against his toned stomach. 'so pretty' you said more to yourself than to him. you grabbed it and pumped his member up and down, mark sucked in a breath, eyes shut due to the bliss.

you brought your head down, mouth closer to the red, bulbous tip. you gently licked a strip up the shaft, testing the waters before diving in head first. literally.

mark groaned again, bringing his hand to your head, tangling his fingers into your hair, grasping lightly. you went ahead and took him into your mouth, easing his member in inch by inch. he didn't push you but guided you through it. 'fuck baby, that feels s-so good' he gasps, chest moving up and down rapidly.

once your nose touched his pubic bone you started moving, bobbing your head up and down sensually before your movements grew faster. mark jerked his hips into your mouth, making you choke a bit, 'i-i fuck i'm sorry' he blabbered, gripping your hair tighter. you moaned around him, making his body vibrate in response.

the wet sounds and marks panting filled up the room, breaking through the silence of the morning. it was absolute debauchery. you could tell he was close, fingers holding your hair like a vice, the other hand grasping the sheets, eyes staring at you through thick eyelashes as he watched you suck his dick.

you sucked in harder, cheeks caving in as drool pools into your mouth and around marks thick cock. 'o-oh my god, baby, just like that' the praise making you go faster, wanting him to reach his high soon due to the ache in your jaw and between your thighs.

you brought your hand up to grasp whatever you didn't put into your mouth, moving hit in tandem with your mouth, mark cried above you, whimpering that he was coming to come soon. you moaned again not stopping, the quiver leaving him to groan vehemently.

hot liquid filled your mouth as you tried to swallow all of his come. some of it dribbling off of your chin and onto marks thighs, he panted above you, as you pulled off of him and wiped your mouth. moving back down to pepper kisses over his thighs, lightly sucking to make your mark on him.

lust overtaking him completely, forcing you up back to meet his eyes, 'my turn' he growled out.

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