#writing on mars

[foundmars]

also on the topic of fanifiction, a family member heard me go brainrot brr about the Jedi game series and how i think the story should go for the third game since we still have to wait a hot minute for it to release and basically told me i should write fanfiction for it.

i think its a sign

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[onlinedolly]

tw: HEAVY non con

pervy drug dealer suguru who preys on you cuz youre young n pretty, you’re so unsure but all your friends do it n he promised he’ll be here the whole time for you! ‘sweet thing, ya alright?’ he’d ask when you cough and choke on your spit after your first inhale and he’d smile real wide n creepy when you say you’re fine you wanna keep goin’.

testing the waters after you get real high, too high for your own good honestly, by rubbing up your thigh with comforting words. eventually he gets ballsy enough to lean in and kiss your cheek, ‘oh so cute baby’ he’d murmur when you shy away tellin him you’re uncomfortable with that.

but at this point? you’re really to high to honestly resist him, weak pushes and mumbled words as he scoots closer to you. his hand is ghostin your pretty pink panties and you shudder, trying to clench your thighs around his big hand. you’re cryin at this point, hiccuped sobs and soft pretty little ‘no’s that egg him on.

eventually he’s got his fingers under your panties and for a little thing that’s resisting so much he can’t help but note how wet you’ve gotten. your hand is barely gripping his wrist in a half ass attempt to pull it away, you’re hazy and all you can smell is the sour stench of weed and cigarette smoke wafting from getous clothes. it made you feel sick.

getou’s got his fingers spreading apart your pretty pink pussy, testing the waters as he grazes your clit. getou is usually a mean, rough man, all groping and vulgar words during sex. but you were such a cute little thing, clearly inexperienced and way too high, how could he truly be anything except sickly sweet.

he keeps going then, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck, running his fingers up and down your pretty cunt. ‘i wanna go’, you’d cry out, ‘won’t tell anyone i promise!’ but it’s a little too late for that isn’t it, really? not when he’s this deep, not when he wants nothing more then to see you cum around his fingers. he ignored your pleas, working his middle finger into your tight cunt. and god were you tight. you found a little more of your voice then, wailing in pain as he attempts to get his middle finger knuckle deep inside of you.

‘sweet thing, keep cryin just like that.’ he coos at you, pressing his thumb against your clit. suguru asks if you want another hit then, when you shake your head (as much as you can) he’s already pressing the joint to your lips, fucking his middle finger in and out of you hard making you force an inhale.

getou laughs all mean when you cough again, and after a few moments pass he’s got your pretty little tits exposed pinching your nipples with his free hand. you’re so close to coming around his thick finger, he can feel it in the way you pulse around it. you’re still a sobbing mess, embarrassed at the involuntary moans leaving your lips.

‘gna pee i think!’ you gasp, way too high to understand what was truly happening. getou laughs again, hes got a ruthless pace going, in and out hard as he rubs your clit. when you finally cum it’s the most he’s seen your body moved in a while, you spasm and cry and all he can think is he wonders if you’ll come smoke with him again.

[bambisafe]

rookie cop!leon / gender neutral!reader

no warnings, just fluff

imagine rookie cop leon waking up early, around 5am, for work every day — and he's on-call some weekends.

“sorry, sweetie,” he’ll whisper into the shell of your ear in a honeyed timbre while you're fast asleep. “they need me down at the station.”

every morning, he does the same routine even on the mornings he's called in spontaneously: get up before the sun, flick on the bedroom's adjoining bathroom light, and the sounds of him brushing his teeth commence from a few feet away. and yes, he leaves the door open, casting a watery yellow rectangle on the hardwood.

by the time he exits the bathroom, flicks off the light, shadowing you in nothing but moonlight once again, he's donned his familiar uniform in all its navy blue glory.

“bye, honey,” his weight makes the mattress dip at your hip, one knee keeping him upright. “love you,” he’ll never forget to tell you as he presses a wet kiss to your temple, minty breath flooding your senses. "have a good day."

he’ll be gone until the evening, returning home with his energy a little dimmed but his mood certainly isn't, especially when he sees you. he's home.

[deimosphilic]

mdni! can’t stop thinkin ab how pervy bob is

bob was such an obvious man—it didn’t take much for you to catch onto his feelings. you noticed the flush that would creep up his cheeks whenever you spoke to him, the way he nervously twisted his fingers around his sleeve a little more than usual, or how his words would falter slightly when you looked up at him through your lashes—all on purpose, just to get a reaction.

he was probably trying his best to hide it, but hell, every single member of the team could see right through him. yelena would pull you aside after one of those interactions—the ones that left him stumbling over his words—just to tease you.

"god, he’s so obvious. even i’m embarrassed for him," she’d say, always with a smirk stretched across her face.

to which you’d reply with something like, "no, stop it. it’s cute—he’s trying."

your only problem was he never actually said anything. bob was always the kind of person to put everyone else’s feelings before his own, so you figured he was pushing his feelings down, too afraid of making you uncomfortable.

if only he knew you felt the exact opposite of uncomfortable.

eventually, you realised you’d have to push him, gently nudge him into showing you just how much he needed you. so you started slow—well, your idea of slow.

you suggested the two of you watch a movie in your room. he’d flushed red and tried—and failed— not to sound too eager when he agreed. so you had told him to come into your room later that day, and you'd be there waiting for him.

so there he was, outside your room, hesitating to knock before he tapped the door three times. when you didn't return an answer, he called out your name in hopes of then getting a response.

when you didn't reply again, he began to weigh his options; he could go looking for you around the watchtower or wait in your room. his usual response to situations like these was to go looking for you, not wanting to intrude on your space. but in a moment of pure impulse, he opened the door, small enough to poke his head in.

he could hear the shower running in your en-suite and decided then to wait in the common area until he noticed something—you'd left the door slightly ajar. so, there he stood, staring at the gap in the door as he imagined what you look like in there. how silky your skin looked as it was being enveloped by the droplets coming from the shower head. how your back arched slightly to rinse the shampoo out of your hair. how your tits looked as they were dripping with soap suds.

he didn't even realise he was walking towards the door until he could see through the gap. the room was engulfed in steam, but he could still make you out. through the glass of the shower door, he could make out your naked frame. how you did, in fact, arch your back ever so slightly to rinse out your shampoo or when you ran your hands down your figure to rinse off the soap.

he could feel how painfully hard he was behind his sweatpants— god, he felt like a teenage boy. beginning to palm himself all because he saw a pair of tits, thinking you were none the wiser.

of course, you knew he's there— you could just manage to see his hand gripping his cock above the unfortunate barrier of clothing through your peripheral. you were going to leave it like that, act oblivious to his presence and continue on with your shower when an idea popped into your head.

you leaned against one of the tiled walls and brought your hand down your body, brushing against one of your perky nipples as it continued down your body until it reached its destination. you swiped your hand through your folds and began toying with your clit, a small gasp escaping your mouth at the jolt of pleasure.

and bob— oh my god, bob thought his heart had stopped. he watched as your hand slithered down to your pussy, and he had to bring his other hand to his mouth to muffle the groan that escaped him. his hand moved more aggressively against his cock when you slipped your fingers in, and a whimper escaped your mouth.

you milked the sounds at first— going slightly overboard just to get a reaction out of him. but at one point, the act had dropped, and the melodies that left you were raw and downright pornographic. you brought the other hand up to one of your nipples, toying with it as you did your clit earlier, and bob was convinced he was going to cum right there and then.

he stood in the gap, face flushed, hand covering his mouth as a plethora of groans and whimpers left him. his hand had now moved into his sweatpants as he palmed himself through his boxers, hoping to get more friction. he stared at where your hand met your pussy, how your fingers so effortlessly pumped in and out of you, pretending they were his instead.

"g— fuck— gon' cum," he stutters out to no one in particular (okay, maybe you), voice muffled.

you were still watching him in your peripheral, and oh, how beautiful he looked. his eyes were closed, curls clung to his forehead, and his face was contorted— a clear indicator he was close. and so were you.

your crude moans increased in pitch as the familiar knot snapped within you. you had closed your eyes when you came, your head knocking back against the shower wall as the peak of pleasure washed over you. your fingers continued pumping, but slower, to help you ride out your high.

what you didn’t realise was that the moment bob saw you unravel, his own release followed almost instantly. the sight was nothing short of divine—your brows drawn tight, lips parted as soft, desperate whines spilled out, your back arching to meet your fingers. to him, it was transcendental. in that moment, he was certain he’d seen god—and he would’ve worshipped you like one.

as he came down from his high, he quickly realised the situation he was in. he was standing in your room, hand down his pants that now had a very obvious wet patch on them, watching you finger yourself.

he was absolutely mortified. but for some reason, he couldn't find it within himself to move.

[whitehotforeva]

GREEDY – Anakin Skywalker 

best!friend anakin x reader

your panties have been going missing, little did you know that your perverted best friend has been stealing them ♡

word count: 2,129

warnings: smut. oral (fem receiving) male masturbation. anakin is a needy perv for ur pussy 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

a/n: its literally four am n i've been up writing this filth. not proofread im still kinda new to this stuff/writing but i hope whoever reads this enjoys <3

You weren’t sure exactly when it started. Sure, you were never one to be exactly tidy, so it was pretty common for you to lose random tops around your room, or maybe a pair of underwear, but after the sixth pair went missing, you suspected something was up. 

You couldn't exactly figure it out. Where the hell did they go? How did they disappear like that? You’d search all around the house, wondering if they’d been misplaced but no. 

So when the seventh pair went missing after your best friend Anakin visited, you pressed your lips together as you pieced together the puzzle. Things always seemed to go missing after he’d leave. 

Your face warmed at the idea. Surely not? Was it just your brain making things up? Because then that would mean that well...he liked you. I mean that's what it meant right? If a guy stole your underwear? A part of you wanted to giggle and squeal into your pillow. Despite the many years of friendship between you and Anakin, you couldn't deny that you had developed a crush on him. Who could blame you. 

But the other half felt anxiety. What if there was a completely other reason they went missing? Something which had nothing to do with him at all? How could you even question it to him? Bring it up? 

Hey Ani. You keeping my best underwear? Can I have it back please? At least the one with the little pink bow? And that lacy black pair? Oh and my white panties too. Oh and the four others please? 

Fuck no. There were times where your body would radiate a nervous energy around him because you felt intimidated at how perfect he was. 

Little do you know, it's what he loved about you. The way you’d quickly glance away after maintaining eye contact with him for a second too long, a blush growing on your cheeks. Or the way you’d tell him to shut up as a flirty remark left his lips, playfully hitting him despite dying on the inside over it because you felt you couldn't read into it. He had always been so charming. So composed and in control of his feelings. 

So imagine the surprise and utter shock that filled your body when you decided to hang out at his house and found him desperately rutting his leaky cock into your black lacy panties. 

It wasn't unusual for you guys to turn up unannounced at each other's house, so as you made your way through his house, treading upstairs carefully to sneak up and spook him, the last thing you expected was hearing a deep moan coming from his room. 

Naturally, you had to see what that was about. Duh. But as you edged closer, you could hear a string of curse words leave his mouth. His door was slightly open, and you inhaled a sharp breath as you saw his long fingers clutching the pair that went missing around his cock.  

Your eyes widened at the size. You didnt know what you expected, but you couldn’t help but gulp at his length. And his achy leaky tip that was thrusting against your pair of panties.  

A soft gasp left your lips at the sight mixed with the familiar feeling of warmth that begin to pool in your lower half. Your eyes were so mesmerized on the way he jerked off his cock with your panties, you didnt even feel the cold blue stare that was fixed on you. 

That was until his deep voice interrupted your staring. 

“You gonna come help me angel? Or gonna stand there and stare?” He half groaned, an amused tone coating his voice as your eyes widened in horror at being caught, snapping up to his stormy orbs. 

Your lips parted to speak as you took a step back, instantly glancing away as you raised your hands up. “I-I- Sorry- I didnt mean to uh. Sorry!” You stammered out, trying to look anywhere but there. 

You barely even registered what he said. 

“Don’t be rude. Come on in.” You weren't looking at his face, but you could imagine the arrogant smirk he’d usually wear painted on his lips, matching with his cocky tone. You hesitantly glanced at his face again and noticed the way his face glistened with sweat. He was shirtless and you couldn't help but let your eyes linger back down to his cock. Your mouth was open in shock again especially as you watched his hand envelop your panties around his cock and slide it up again, your eyes snapping back up to his as he let out a low chuckle at your expression, shamelessly stroking his cock. 

“Th-those are mine”. You tried to speak firmly, trying to ignore the way his hand picked up the pace. You don't know what gave you the nerve to say that. 

“Yeah? You gonna come and get them baby?”. His voice was airy as he almost whimpered the sentence out, biting down on his plump lip at the sight of you bewildered, watching you jerk his cock. 

You blushed furiously, blinking a few times to snap yourself out of whatever was going on.  

“Ani! W-what are you even doing right now?” You exclaimed, yet he didn't miss the way your legs squirmed around as you tried to get rid of that feeling. 

You knew how to. There was only one way. 

Suddenly, he sat up, his thick brows tensing in frustration as he huffed out and stood up slowly. You wanted to back away, and as he moved closer, you wanted to be swallowed by the ground. 

You felt almost dizzy. There he was, practically naked, his hand clenching your panties tightly, his cock rock hard against his stomach as he stood in front of you. He leaned down to your ear, his lips grazing it as you shuddered. 

“Doing what you should've been doing.” He spoke lowly, his large hands finding your waist before tugging down at your jeans. 

Before you could even protest, he had them off and you were stepping out of them. You didn't know why you didn't stop or protest, but the heat in between your thighs decided to be your brains now. 

“Ani.” You breathed out, your face red and chest shaky from the anticipation, and as you watched him slowly sink to his knees, you couldn't help but let a whimper leave your lips at the way his nose nuzzled against the damp spot your once white panties held.  

He let out a groan at your scent, taking it in as he felt his cock leak even more.  

His jerk off sessions would usually start with your used panties against his nose as he sniffed them, even tasted them. 

It was the closest he could get to having a piece of you. But now you were here, and he could see your legs trembling gently from need and the way your clit was aching for attention. It was obvious by your leaky pussy that was ruining your panties. 

A loud moan left your lips at the way his tongue licked over the cloth covering your most intimate parts. You couldn’t help but rest your fingers in his hair, and it was a good idea you did, because he began licking long strips down your clothed pussy that had you beginning to grip onto his curly locks. 

“Please.” You couldn’t help but whimper out, needing to feel his tongue against your bare skin. He nuzzled his face against you, basking in your scent before chuckling against your pussy. 

You felt yourself get even wetter. 

“Please? That’s what I should be saying to you.” He groaned out, slowly pulling down your panties and relishing the sight of your glistening cunt. He couldn’t help but pump his cock again with his other free hand. 

“Been wanting you so bad baby. Wanting to smell you. Taste you- fuck.”  

Just as he pumped himself again, he dove his head in-between your legs and began to lap at your juices hungrily. Your eyes widened at the sudden stimulation as a loud high-pitched moan left your lips. 

Thank God Shmi wasn't home. 

Little whines escaped your lips as he devoured you, his fingers digging into your hips to stabilize you further. You were already trembling, and as he caught your clit and sucked at it tightly, you pulled at his hair roughly, feeling yourself go a little dizzy. 

“Fuck- Ani!” You half sobbed out as pleasure shot through your body, and you found yourself grinding against his wet face for more. You could feel him grin against your pussy and watched how he had dropped your old pair of panties and yanked at the white pair he had just took off you, beginning to jerk his cock furiously with them. 

His own moans vibrated against your pussy, adding to your pleasure as you felt a white hot heat flow through your veins. 

He pulled away before nuzzling his nose against your clit, letting out a whimper.  

“Fucking taste so good baby. Been so desperate stealing your panties. Needed your pussy. Just a taste.” He whined out to you desperately, his eyes looking up at you sending another electric jolt through your clit. 

There your best friend was, desperately lapping at your pussy, admitting how perverted he had been. 

“Please. Please!” He whined out, his tongue resuming licking at your wet folds. Sharp gasps left your lips as he begged for a taste of you. Begged for your cum. You felt hear the messy sounds his tongue against your soaked pussy was creating, but also the wet sound your soaked panties and his cock was making as you noticed the way his hips were desperately grinding upwards.  

He was chasing after his own release as he begged to give you yours, whimpering incoherent things against your pussy as you felt your vision go blurry and a loud desperate squeal leaving your lips as the coil in your stomach snapped, and your orgasm crashed. Loud moans and gasps filled the air as your legs trembled against him, desperate to move away from the overstimulated feeling of him flattening his tongue against your clit. 

The way you gripped onto his curls tighter and let your juices explode against his tongue had him letting out the filthiest sound you had ever heard as his cum spilled out of his hard cock and onto the white panties he was jerking off with. 

As he shook from his own orgasm, he shook his face into your sensitive sopping folds, relishing in your extra squeals as you exclaimed out that it was too much for you. He continued his relentless attack, desperate for every drop of you and you couldn't help but let the tears that had pooled in your eyes out. 

“Ani! Anakin! Can't- can't take it please” you begged out brokenly, your hips attempting to jerk away as you felt his fingers dig into your thighs, the light pain overloading your senses as a warm pleasure washed over you.  

He slowly moved his face away, a dazed look in his eyes and a wide grin staring up at you with his glistening lips. You couldn't do anything but whimper as you felt your knees give out, but he gently lowered you to the floor on your knees. You trembled as you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his sweaty abs as you felt his hand on your back, rubbing it softly to calm you down. 

Your eyes caught the sight of his cock and you couldn’t help but whine out at the sight of your panties stained with his cum. Your hand reached out to pull your panties away from his cock, hearing him hiss and gently tremble at the sensation. You looked up at him, then back down at the stained panties. 

“Come on. Don’t look at me like that. I’ll buy you more.” He spoke out, laughing as you giggled with him, playfully rolling your eyes at him. 

"You need to buy me eight more.” 

He playfully scoffed, standing up as he grabbed your hips, pulling you up with him and guiding you onto his bed, pushing you down. 

“Yeah?” He questioned, cockily raising a brow as he began to take your top off. You furrowed your brows in confusion. 

“Anakin what are yo-mmfhh!” 

Your eyes widened at the fact that Anakin had just shoved your cum stained panties into your mouth. The taste of his cum and your own juices sinking into your tongue as he wore yet again another amused smirk on his face. 

He was disgusting, and you felt yourself grow wetter. 

“Give me a minute, and I’ll show you something that feels even better.” 

[humanismo-nostalgico]

Es propio de las almas anchas y profundas atormentarse: las tempestades ocurren en el mar, no en los charcos.

Fernando Savater

[itsmarsss]

Jason Todd gives me SUCH “you are so lucky you are hot” vibes lmao

like thankfully for him he’s so pretty and so hot that he can just say whatever and you (and everyone) will just nod in agreement and go “yeah whatever you say beautiful”

he’s self-aware enough to admit that if he were to rely solely on his flirting skills he would have neverrr pulled ur ass

he’s so awkward with itttt just outdated, awkwardly spat-out pick-up lines he cringes at himself for

Dick on the other hand? this man would flirt for a living if he could. actually he kinda does if you stop to think abt how that’s how he handles almost everything in life

he KNOWS perfectly well the effect he has on people. one smile from him and ur dead, gone, obliterated. you’d never even imagine the amount of fights he’s won by flirting as a distraction, it’s ridiculous

HUGE fan of making you flustered and then teasing you abt it some more. VERY forward. he is not one bit above using dirty tactics to throw you off your rhythm when sparring or arguing.

just getting by on pure charm

Tim CAN flirt but only through teasing. sometimes it works, most times however... well

it's the line between flirty teasing and just acting kinda... mean that's the issue. can you blame him? look who he grew up around, the banter at home is VIOLENTT. so no wonder sometimes he takes the whole teasing thing too far and it just comes out as straight-up insulting lmao

he'll have you thinking he just likes to pick on you which is so confusing cause you've never even done anything to this guy?

meanwhile he's so frustrated and confused as to how his brilliant and obvious attempts at flirting with you just? aren’t working? he's so confused when he realizes you're like actually mad and not just 'playing along'

[rejectingrepublicans]

There’s video if you care to google it.

[ghostbsuter]

"Excuse me?" Jazz's voice echoes in the meeting room in space. She gains the attention of the heroes immediately and sees them tensing up in at her appearance.

Behind her, he swirling green portal is open, waiting for her to return.

A blond, coat wearing man, curses upon seeing her and gives a half bow. "Princess Jasmine," he speaks up, eye twitching.

"What brings you here?"

At the greeting and reveal of her title, few others fall into bows, the lady at the head of the table, wonder woman?, gives her a smile.

Her eyes pin the green skinned man to his seat, who in return tilts his head at her.

"My brothers birthday is soon," she focuses on the man again. "I'm simply here for a present."

The man tenses, another curse slipping. "Ah– king phantom, right? I wasn't aware his birthday would be so soon."

Jazz ignores him, calmly walking to the Martian and placing a picture of Mars before him.

"The tales of your people have brought much interest to my brother. He became a big fan." She tells, sharing her intentions at his light poking.

"I ask for a signature, it would make his day."

Martian Manhunter, alien hero, and once upon a time, a father even smiles. He's delighted yet feeling a deep-rooted sadness. The tales of his people continue to spread in the afterlife, it seems.

Jazz leaves quickly after, not before giving Diana a number, they are cousins after all.

Danny will love her present.

[honeysickledream]

Who's Who, Darling? | TF!141 x F!Reader

cw: fivesome (F/M/M/M/M), blindfolds, oral (f!receiving), fingering, edging, use of safeword, reader gets overstimulated, aftercare, no descriptions of reader or use of y/n | lmk if i missed something [NSFW 18+ minors and ageless blogs DNI]

pairing: TF!141 x F!Reader | reads as the start of Poly!141 x F!Reader at the end

can be found on ao3 too | pt 2

You complain to the guys that your paperwork is never-ending and that it's completely fucked up your dating/sex life. It’s been a month, almost two, since you’ve had a proper day off and properly gotten laid, and it’s destroyed your ability to focus. They offer out of the goodness of their hearts to cover your paperwork for the rest of the year if you can determine who’s who while they fuck you blindfolded. 2-for-1 special right there: no more paperwork the next few months and you get to end your dry spell. A time and place are set, boundaries and expectations agreed upon, and you spend the next day trying to find ways to make identifying them easier for yourself.

It’s not long after they arrive at your place that you’re blindfolded with some random sleep mask Simon grabbed on the way over, and then lying stripped and spread out on the edge of your bed. The night starts with you trying to determine who’s eating you out, and it’s easy at first. You correctly guess Price moments after he starts to lap at your clit. You know it’s him because of the facial hair (the others showed up clean shaven, smart move). Soap is next and you let him have his go a little longer than you let Price. He’s noisy and sloppy, groaning with each drag of his tongue against you, nuzzling your cunt eagerly. You're certain that if the blindfold wasn't there you'd see his face covered in your slick. He complains about you not being fair as he moves away to let whoever was next have his go. The third man’s hard to name—obviously it's either Ghost or Gaz, but whoever it is, they’re too quiet, too smooth, too methodical for you to confidently say a name. Whoever it is stops right before you come and the second one is tapped in when you’ve calmed down just enough. It becomes a cycle: one gets you to the edge before backing off to let the other tease and frustrate you some more. Price and Soap think it’s fucking hilarious how whiny and worked up you’re getting, you’re lightheartedly plotting revenge against those two. It’s not until whoever is currently between your legs slips a finger in you that you’re almost 100% sure you know who it is: Gaz. He’s got the nicest hands out of them, his fingers the longest you think. He slowly pulls his finger out before pressing it back in while sucking at your clit.

There’s a rush of cold air against you when he pulls off and eases another finger into you. It’s Ghost who suddenly lies half on top of you and latches his lips around your clit. He sucks hard before pulling off to nip and pinch and sometimes trace letters against it with the tip of his tongue. Gaz manages to slip a third finger in right before you finally come. Suddenly it’s all too much: your vision black from the mask and now from your climax, the sudden awareness of their eyes on you, the almost suffocating warmth of the room—you’re mumbling out your safeword and their energy shifts. The sleep mask is carefully pulled off your head and you’re hauled up by your arms as Price moves behind you. You’re shaky and sweaty, whining so pitifully that if your brain hadn’t been so full of fuzz, you’d feel a bit of annoyance that they’d gotten you in such a state. He pats your thighs as you flop between his legs, head against his shoulder. Ghost’s cracking open a bottle of water for you, holding it to your lips to let you drink slowly. Gaz is asking you question after question, Soap’s wiping the sweat from your forehead, Price’s hands have moved to massage your shoulders, and Ghost’s opening another bottle of water while confirming that supper will be here in an hour. The only mention of the round two that was supposed to happen comes from Ghost who says it’ll happen some other time, that you did well enough tonight for the paperwork deal to stand and for you to get your much needed rest. They let you get up from the bed once your shaking has faded and your breathing has regulated. You take your time in the bathroom, Gaz occasionally popping his head in to make sure you’re all good. The food arrives at some point, Ghost’s voice carrying through the house as he tips the delivery person and brings the food up to your room.

You’d expected to see them all scarfing down the food, leaving crumbs on your bed and desk, but that’s not the scene at all. Soap and Price are star-fished on your bed, snoring up a storm while Gaz and Ghost discuss plans to renovate your shower to make it big enough for the five of you--the five of you…you really like the sound of that.

You tell them a second water heater will be needed as you riffle through the plastic to-go bags to find something you’ll like. Gaz asks about color schemes—he’s not a fan of the current beige on ocean foam with chrome accents—and Ghost’s mumbling out mathematical formulas for water usage and shower dimensions that make your head hurt a bit.

If they’re serious about it being the five of you (they are), you’ll need a bigger bed, too. Alaskan King, maybe? Oh…you’ll also need to find a deeper, longer couch, too.

a/n: i honestly ran out of smut-writing steam so round two will happen...some other time. my second proper attempt at writing smut, woo...

[foundmars]

Ok it took me two hours but ive been fleshing out my new dca au ive been cooking.

I give you:

Tron AU

It'll be more on the Tron: legacy side because that movie is so nostalgic to me along with the og movie from memory.

So the AU is more like role swaping and adjusting the movie characters to match the relationships to what im seeing what might go down in this au.

Basic rundown (bc imma try not to spoil but this helps compare and contrast where the story might go from here vs later)...

Afton, is Clu: instead of seeking perfection he is seeking for virtual remnant because he figured it be easier to get that virtually from these sentient ais on the Grid than getting kids in reality. Making everything a game (bc he likes to play with his food) he seeks another piece to change the play...

Henry, is Kevin Flynn: assumed missing or even dead, but is actually stuck in the grid in hiding. Afton is searching for him so he can get his disc so he can escape to the real world again.

Michael: Similar to Sam Flynn, he wants get down to what his father was up to.

Y/N: works at the arcade itself unaware of all the things going on and pokes their nose a little too far and ends up big wrong place wrong time sorta deal.

Sun/Moon: They will be separate entities in this AU! One will be aiding Afton and his plans while the other hiding with Henry, so, how will this play out?

Eclipse: :) he will be there.

lmk if this sounds interesting to you! idk if there is a Tron AU out there already but that is my take on it! Im pretty hyped for this fic myself so feel free to send asks my way (itll help me flesh out ideas). I also need to come up with a fic name-

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[onlinedolly]

big brother sugu facetiming his best friend satoru when he’s bullying your cunt, you cry and plead for him to hang up — so embarrassing!

he’d put the camera at the perfect angle too, your sobbing face being the main focal point as he fucks your sloppy cunt from the back. and satoru would only show his dick to the camera, big and veiny as he strokes it at a fast pace, mumbling something along the lines of ‘if you were his sister he’d never be out of your cunt.’

suguru would talk satoru through what’s happening, explaining that for a sobbing mess you’re dripping. and you are, you’re basically soaking the bedsheets as your brother ruts into you at an unruly pace for his best friend.

suguru would tell satoru he can always watch but never touch, never would he be allowed to touch his baby sister. and satoru would beg and plead to know what you feel like inside as he cums all over his hand!!!! suguru would cum then, inside of you, collapsing on you, and smushing you into the bed, to hang up the phone.

big brother suguru and his best friend satoru always inseparable even when suguru is fucking himself into his little sisters cunt!

[bambisafe]

pairing : husband!leon kennedy / fem!reader

word count : 1.2k

warnings : sexual content / minors don’t interact or you’ll be blocked. established relationship, porn what plot, marriage, teasing, pinching (one small one), vaginal sex, mocking, slight degradation, praise, orgasm denial, spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, superb aftercare, leon being the most attentive husband.

author’s note : i deceived even myself while writing this.

leon’s a gentle lover, both inside and outside the bedroom. he doesn’t rush things, he doesn’t care for roles— well, usually. all he wants is to love you.

when the lights turn out for the night and you head to bed, garments dropping to the floor in haphazard clumps, he’ll pick you up, drop you on the bed. bouncing on impact, you giggle but he silences it with a soft peck.

before long, he’s inside you. so deep, so full, that a lump peeks out at your lower belly.

a kiss is pressed to the corner of your lips, hand pushing against the bulge his cock made in your tummy. “feel that?” he rumbles.

he doesn’t need a verbal response. the way your walls clench around him is enough of a reply.

“i love you so much,” he whispers tenderly, going in for another kiss. a bit messier— he leaves a spot of spittle on your top lip.

“you squeeze around me every time i kiss you,” he notes, eye contact intense and unwavering. overwhelming.

you whine, hips squirming in protest. his mouth parts in a gruff chuckle, teasing but loving, as a hand squeezes your waist.

“don’t gimme that,” he shakes his head, blond tresses swaying, soft and fine. “it’s cute. i love how your body reacts t’me.”

“makes me feel self conscious though,” you mutter, bashful, cheekbones pink. leon’s arm boxes your head in, the other nudging the underneath of your chin until your eyes meet.

“no need to feel self conscious, honey,” he murmurs, bringing the same hand down to your side, stroking the bare skin. “i love every part of you. especially the parts i can feel.” a firm squeeze to your side, flesh spilling through his fingers.

“‘m sure you feel same, don’t you?” he deduces, retracting his hips and bringing them back down, cock dragging along your aching walls. he notices your eyebrows quivering, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

“right?” he presses, wanting words from you.

when he still gets nothing, aside from a shy side glance, he pumps into you with another broad stroke— a solid clap of the skin of your hips meeting.

“yes,” you reply, voice bordering on a whine. his lips tick upward at your compliance. “that’s better.”

he sits back on his haunches, the backs of your thighs laid out over his.

“so whiney,” he muses, hips flexing as he pushes himself in deeper. when he feels your walls flutter deliciously, a sharp breath escapes his nose. “is that all it takes to get you like this?”

you mewl weakly, head turning away, but leon’s quick to grasp your chin, pulling you right back to him.

“no, no,” he shakes his head, oozing disappointment. “don’t look away from me.”

you have no time to speak, no time to form a thought before he started rutting against you, slowly at first but as you grew wetter, the soft squelch of your pussy in his ears, it wasn’t long before he was rocking into you in breakneck speed, the bed frame creaking under you two.

“shit,” leon hisses, sweat plastering blond hairs to his forehead, and you whimpering under him wasn’t helping.

you keen, hips bucking upward to meet his, fingers tangled in the sheets.

“look at you,” he pants, the snap of his hips relentless, angling himself forward to just barely cage you in. “so desperate for it.”

when you whine, arm coming up to shield your eyes, leon’s quick to protest.

“ah, ah,” he scolds, slowing to a tantalizing roll, cock nudging against that aching spot that sent shockwaves up your spine. “look at me, sweetheart.”

reluctantly, you remove your arm and your husband comes back into view, in all his greek-god-like glory as he now hovers over you, chests nearly touching.

all the teasing from before seemed to melt away for a split second, replaced with tenderness reserved only for you.

“there she is,” he whispers, the speed of his thrusts increasing once more. “that’s right. look at me.”

you whimper, giving him a wounded little princess expression, and he could feel just how weak you’d become. your legs trembled around his waist, tight hole twitching around his dick torturously.

“don’t give me that look,” he groans, pinching your side, not enough to hurt but enough to make you snap out of whatever pout-filled haze you were in.

“you’re not cumming yet,” he states it like a fact, a soldier being given a command. to drive his point home, his hips surge forward, pelvis smacking against your clit, hard, drawing an immediate mewl from you. “you can hold out a little longer, i know you can.”

“i can’t,” you sob, shaking your head frantically, toeing on the line of release, blood roaring in your ears.

“you can and you will,” he demands, pulling out of you, leaving you empty and unsatisfied.

you’re flipped onto your stomach before you can complain, hand grasping your hip while the other works his cock back into your sensitive channel.

your toes curl, knees bending as you try not to squirm out of his grip.

“lie still,” he grits, firm hand swatting at your ass, your flesh jiggling on impact. “‘m not gonna tell you again.”

and then he’s right back to where he was before, thrusting into you so hard your whole body jolts.

“takin’ it so well, honey,” he praises in the midst of his panting, coming down to your level, chest-to-back, lips brushing your ear.

“so sensitive,” he purrs, and you whimper, stuffing your mouth against a pillow.

“better bite down,” he instructs, hand winding around your front, seeking out your clit before rubbing quick circles on the little nub.

you knew what was coming. you could feel it, the slow build, the burn in your lower stomach.

“cum for me,” he shudders, grinding into your abused hole, middle finger on your clit unrelenting.

that command alone is enough. eyes rolling back, not just your legs but your entire being convulsing as your center pulsed around him, soaking his cock in your warm fluids as one final cry of ecstasy is absorbed by the pillow between your teeth.

leon’s not far behind, whining blissfully in your ear as he spills every drop of cum into you.

but he didn’t stop there, fucking the milky substance into you before finally collapsing against your back, breathing uneven.

you don’t know how long you stay there, but it was long enough that the rush had ebbed. now you were just two people, utterly close.

“was i too rough on ya?” leon finally whispers, that tender edge a stark contrast to his earlier snark.

you snicker tiredly, shaking your head. “no, i’m okay,” you’re quick to assure, laying your head on the pillow you were once biting onto for dear life.

“you sure?” he presses, tone worried and attentive, as he strokes one of your arms. “thirsty? want me to get a bath goin’?” you have a feeling he won’t stop until you give a definitive answer.

“water’s fine,” you concede, eyelids heavy. a bath was out of question, sleep was pulling you under fast.

“you got it,” he agrees, leaving a trail of feathery kisses along your shoulder before pulling out with a slight, wet pop. “lemme get you cleaned up first.”

and he does, wiping you down with a warm cloth before offering you a full glass of water complete with a straw (he insists). he won’t leave you alone until you’ve had at least four sips.

afterward, he gets back into bed with you, all tangled limbs and murmured sentiments until you both drift off.

[spaceagebachelormann]

i stay true to my word chat

hcs for pre-crash gf!lottie who’s obviously RICH RICH but her partner is less privileged

cause we KNOWWW lottie’s the type to spoil

☆ — lottie matthews with a poor partner

✧ masterlist — navigation

✧ carmillas thoughts — lottie they could never make me hate you. my delusional weird freaky (not) secretly wuh luh wuh queen. i wrote this with a fem reader in mind but it can be read as any gender tbh

✧ warnings — none that i’m aware of

very first thing to keep in mind is lottie would absolutely never ever judge you for being less privileged or for anything else

she’s super understanding of everything and will always step in to help out with things if needed, even if you don’t ask

if you needed extra money but felt horrible for asking i promise you she does not care, she’s 100% said she has enough money for the both of you

your parents probably love her because the second she has even an inkling there’s not enough money she just happens to casually leave some at your house while she’s there or she takes you shopping and just happens to buy things your family needs

also please let her spoil you i know she’d want to so bad

would ask you shopping at least twice a month and if you’re like “lottie i don’t have enough money” she’s like “it’s okay girl i got you”

type of gf to stand outside the change rooms and wait for you (would 100% wanna see, please show them to her)

she’s also veryyyy good at telling what will look amazing on you vs what wouldn’t, but is really good with being subtle about it

like if you were looking at something she’d be like “oh this is cute!” and drag you across the store

i just know this diva also randomly shows up at your house with things she thinks you might need

she genuinely acts as if it’s not a problem (it’s not. she does not care if your wealthy) and is honestly more than happy to get you and your family whatever you might need no matter what it is

god forbid someone says anything about you or your family or literally just anything slightly related to you because she starts tweaking

she herself isn’t a shit talker and is not a violent person, however she is friends with shit talkers and violent people and she does nawt want anyone talking shit about you

she herself doesn’t go too far with like a rumour or something, but the rest of the yellowjackets do because they also love you

she’d be super worried before nationals (if you weren’t coming with her or weren’t on the team) for obvious reasons but she tries not to be overbearing about it

however she definitely leaves you some money just in case it’s needed while she’s away

if you do come with her to nationals for whatever reason she still leaves money for your parents or whoever you live with because she doesn’t want anything to happen to them

she may seem kind of overbearing sometimes, but she doesn’t think any less of you for not being rich like she is and she loves being able to help you