Mars

just here bc why tf not 20

[vixenshiftsvrs]

I need the Tumblr writers to do me a favour and write me some Coke Walter x reader and some smut and fluff for this dude. I just finished the show and I’m in desperate need for some material, I’d be forever in your debt

Like look at him

[sincerely-yours-marsbar]

yes, finally someone with the same issues as me with not finding anything for this mans!! lol!!

[courteous-otter]

i had another vision

[se7entyrell]

supercut of us masterlist.

The one where Jack Abbot accidentally knocks up Robby's little (step)sister in his final year of college.

warnings: this blog is 18+, mdni! this fic deals with pregnancy, discussions of abortion and medical complications, explicit sexual content, slut-shaming (not by jack), reader is robby's step-sister, they are not related biologically, and reader's appearance is not described at all.

prologue sneak peak // meet the cast // instagram post snippet // original moodboard

prologue.

chapter one.

chapter two.

chapter three.

chapter four.

chapter five.

chapter six.

chapter seven.

chapter eight.

chapter nine.

chapter ten.

chapter eleven.

chapter twelve.

epilogue.

[apolladay]

Yet Another Random Ask Game

Can you whistle?

How long have you known your best friend?

Favourite flower?

Have you seen the last person you texted naked?

Can you speak piglatin?

Banana bread, with or without walnuts?

Are you currently wearing anything blue?

Have you ever been in an ambulance?

Is your belly button an innie; outie or inbetweenie?

Green grapes or red grapes?

How's the weather where you are?

Can you play an instrument?

Guilty pleasure song?

What was the last thing you ate?

What is your zodiac sign?

Top 3 pizza toppings. Cheese doesn't count.

How long have you been on Tumblr.com?

What's something you've only ever done once and hated every minute of it?

Are you right handed or left handed or ambidextrous?

Have you been outside yet today?

Do you talk to yourself?

Are your nails painted right now?

Favourite condiment?

Do you have vivid dreams?

Are you vegetarian or vegan?

Favourite colour of the rainbow?

Have you been to your nation's capital?

What was the last thing you looked for online?

How many languages do you speak fluently?

Have you ever been hypnotized?

Do you have a job?

Are you blocked by anyone to your knowledge?

Have you had a post break containment?

How many continents have you been to?

What was the last thing you bought online?

Favourite potato chip flavour?

Do you have a lucky number?

Have you drank water today?

Top 5 desserts.

Have you been a part of a bridal party?

Do you have tattoos?

How many pillows do you sleep with?

Are you superstitious?

Do you like yogurt?

How many meals have you had today?

Have you ever seen snow?

Top 5 comfort movies?

Have you ever met any celebrities?

Are you wearing socks right now?

What was the last animal you touched?

[sincerely-yours-marsbar]

send a number ill answer

[sugugori]

I MDNI 18+

Jason prides himself in knowing he managed to snag the heart of the sweetest girl in Gotham. You’re always so soft with him, so kind. When he sneaks into your place early in the morning and wakes you from your sleep, you don’t scold him for it. Instead, you blink away the sandstorm behind your eyes and tend to the new bruise forming alongside his jaw. You ask no questions, you never push him for answers- and you’ll never know how much he appreciates it. Appreciates you.

Before he found you, Jason rarely slept a full night if he could help it. Too anxious, too angry, he rarely woke feeling well rested anyway- so what was the point. But your hands, soft and understanding, handle him in a way that has his eyes fluttering against his will, and sleep finds him easily. You’ve been nothing but patient with him the entirety of your relationship. His sweet girl. So, in his own ways of many, he does what he can to return the favour.

You’ve learned early on that Jason has a scarily accurate way of knowing when you’re upset. Call it sixth sense, call it boyfriend intuition, maybe it’s his really good people-reading skills. You just don’t know how he does it. Some nights when you’re frustrated because you can’t sleep, you lay on your back and weep softly- careful to not disturb him. But it’s no use. When he wakes, he’ll take you in his arms, tuck your head under his chin and rock you gently. Back and forth, quieting your cries until you’re finally lulled to sleep. He just knows his baby. He knows what you need even before you do, he loves quietly like this.

But there are nights when you need to not think. Nights when your thoughts are little mean, telling you things that aren’t true. And maybe you start to believe them a little bit. So when you push through the front door of your apartment, he’s already there- standing big and strong in your kitchen. Waiting like he knew, because he did. In these moments, he doesn’t have to ask. To anyone else, you look like you just had a long day- but he knows you. He knows his sweet girl. So he takes one look at you and knows exactly what to do.

Which is how you find yourself like this, splayed out beneath this 6 foot brute of a man. Completely surrounded by him. Large hands moving up your hips to gently push you further into the mattress as he lays his full weight on top of you- he’s everywhere. Usually, you’d feel overwhelmed but this is exactly what you needed. And he begins to move, the slow drag of his cock already has you burying your face into the pillow, tears prickling your eyes. It’s so good, so so good. You’re so full and he’s panting in your ear, “yeah baby, I know.. I know- it’s good, huh?”

At some point, it becomes a bit too much. He can’t help it, just wants you feeling good again. He’s fucked you through your third orgasm before you’re reaching a hand back to push at his abdomen, wordlessly pleading “too deep, please”. You need to catch your breath, but as much as he is soft and compliant for you, Jason knows you need this. And a selfish part of him needs you too. So he gets a bit mean when he’s whispering, “I know it’s deep, hun. Let me fuck you, just like that.” And “No, baby. You can take it.” You know it’s no use putting up a fight, once he sets his mind on something- he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. He gets this tunnel like vision in moments like these. All he can see is you, you, you. So instead, you reach back around to play with the soft wisps of hair at the back of his neck.

Fingers lightly scratching at his scalp, he buries his face in your neck and purrs. Cold nose pressed to the underside of your jaw- such a contrast to how he’s fucking you. But it’s all worth it when you turn your head and press a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist. His sweet girl.

[zintersoldier]

anyone else have a heart thats too soft….. a marshmallow heart…… tempur-pedic mattress heart…. a cotton candy heart…..

[only-cat-memes]

[dirtygir1]

Jack keeps a ponytail tie on his wrists. it’s lowkey performative like you’re Jack abbot whos so nice and look out for women in all aspects—ofc you do, but when he’s around so many women in his ER, and one snaps or gets misplaced he’s right there, “keep going, i’ll tie it for you.” he’d say to someone who’s busy with a patient. it’s nothing to him.

it’s such a known thing, that sometimes doctors or nurses will just come up to him and take it off his wrist with nothing but a “thank you!” he doesn’t mind, doesn’t even blink at it. it’s what it’s there for.

…somewhat.

he also…keeps it for you. for when he’s at the edge of your shared bed, watching you swallow his dick like a python. his hand holding your chin and he’s steadily watching you pull it back, tuck it behind your ear and such. it’s something so small, yet makes you feel like the most special girl in the world.

“lift up, sweetpea..” he says low, already guiding you off as he fingers the stray hairs sticking against your cheek away. you look at him with big, glassy eyes, love and lust circling them as he gently pulls your her back for you, concentration on his brows to make sure he’s not pulling too hard.

“there we go, all neat.” he grabs your pony at the base, adoring your little smile as you whisper out a thank you before guiding you back along his tip. “i’ll take over, kay? just breath.” he coos, biting his lip and leaning back on his hand as he starts to shove you down further and further. such a sweet n thoughtful guy! ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

inspired by this post!

[gxtitobxby]

frank langdon is a girl dad in that he's used to always having a hair tie around his wrist. that comes in handy when you're on your knees with his cock down your throat and your hair keeps getting in the way. he brushes it all out of your face and ties it back for you, pushing your head back down when you go to pull off like "i got you, pretty girl, you keep going." guides you back until your nose kisses at his navel. "alllll the way in."

[only-cat-memes]

[bullet-prooflove]

Shawnstown: When Is A Search Not A Rescue - Jack Abbot x Reader (feat: Charlie Reid)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @yousigned-upforthis @julius-ceasar @flu3rm0r3 @thinemineours

Premise: Shawnstown is an AU universe, where different Shawn Hatosy characters have found a home over the years for different reasons within their journeys. This is not in line with any of the current ongoing storylines for these characters.

Learn More Here

First Chapters:

Andrew Pope Cody

Sammy Bryant

Charlie Reid

Clayton Emerson

Stan Rosado (Lee)

Summary: Jack latest search operation yields more questions than answers.

There’s a point during a Search and Rescue operation where it stops being about finding the individual and instead becomes about recovering their remains. Jack knows that, he accepts that. He just wishes it was different this time because this assignment…

It’s left him with more questions than answers.

Like the letters still sealed in their envelopes scattered across the ground around the deceased’s empty car, the one they’d found with the driver’s door open, keys in the ignition.

Her purse found fifteen miles into the dense woodland that surrounded her home, tipped out and strewn amongst the undergrowth.

The word HELP written on the ground with sticks and stones, the arrow pointing towards the abandoned fire road where they’d found the eighty year Sheila Dupree sprawled out, her blood and brain matter leaking into the dirt. She’d been dead at least eighteen hours, he could tell from the discolouration of her skin and the stiffness in her limbs. Another six and she’d be slowly easing her way out of rigor.

It’s meant to look like she slipped in the mud, hit her head on a rock but Jack doesn’t need a Medical Examiner to tell him when someone’s skull has been bashed in.

Thankfully neither does Chief of Police Charlie Reid. He’s been the Incident Commander in this search as is the protocol in small townships like theirs. Robby’s the designated Search Manager, developing strategy and deploying resources back at the Command Post while Jack leads a team of specialised searchers during call outs.

“She used to be a journalist you know?” Charlie says beside him, tilting his head to survey the body. “She’s been retired for a decade but she was still sharp as a tack according to the neighbours, not the type of person to lose their shit and go running off into the woods.”

They get a lot of dementia cases throughout this county, elderly folks who get disoriented, wander off. Jack’s worked enough of those searches to know that this isn’t one of them.

He tilts his head down to look at the ground underneath his boots. There’s been a lot of rain during the twenty four hours Sheila’s been missing. It’s saturated the mud, washing way the possibility of finding any footprints other than those of the searchers that located her.

“You think its tied to the other shit in the area?” He asks Charlie, crossing his arms over his chest.

There’s been a lot of weird crap going on in these woods over the past couple of months, disappearing hikers, campsites torn to pieces, reports of a bogey man stalking through the trees at night.

If it were thirty miles in the other direction he’d laugh and say that last one’s just Pope, but that man, he sticks to his own territory and he’s certainly not the type to go around slashing tents without cause.

“Maybe.” Charlie says before reaching into the pocket of his neon yellow windbreaker and removing the letters he collected from the scene back by the house. “I took the liberty of opening these as I thought it might give us a read on where she’d gotten to when the search was still active. She talks in circles for a while about finding something out there in the wild, doesn’t say what it is though.” Charlie sighs shrugging his shoulders. “The  problem is I’m not from around here so I don’t understand the landmarks she’s referring to. I was wondering if your bloodhound could take a look?”

“She’s not my-” Jack cuts himself off before pursing his lips together and shaking his head. “That woman would rather light my ass on fire right now that have me darken her doorstep.”

“Well I’m gonna be tied up with this scene for the rest of the day and I kinda need her help with these letters so…” Charlie shoves them towards Jack. “If you’re not gonna do it for me then do it for the dead woman lying at our feet, doesn’t she deserve our best effort here?”

Jack scowls. Their Chief, he’s a wily asshole. Never afraid to lay it on thick when he needs to, appealing to Jack’s sense of duty, pulling at his heart strings.

“She’s gonna burn me alive Charlie.” He informs the other man, snatching the letters from his hand.

“Yeah but she’ll probably put you out too.” Charlie reasons, clasping Jack’s shoulder sympathetically. “Afterall, isn’t that what Fire Chiefs do?”

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[sincerely-yours-marsbar]

how have I not found this before? this is amazing

[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

I’ll never shut up about him btw 😌

[bloodnguts17]

sweet lover boy pope who pauses mid sex cause you let go of holding his hand and gives you the biggest puppy dog eyes 🙁🙁

pope cody fucking you into the mattress while he holds your hand and cradles your head.

pope loves missionary. he loves to see you come apart below him, feel your body completely pressed against his, the vibrations of your moans. he likes to fuck you sweetly, showing you his complete devotion.

he nuzzled into your neck, leaving wet kisses and little bites. his cock felt fucking huge inside of you, forcing you to stretch further and further for him. he feels so deep like this, but you need him deeper. you arch your hips into him and spread your legs further to accommodate his thick torso, allowing him to pump all the way to your cervix. you love a little pain with your pleasure. he lets out raspy moans at the new angle, holding you tighter and snapping his hips harder so you could hear his balls slapping against you. between moans he sucked on that sensitive spot right under your ear. his rhythm never faltered, only intensifying as you moaned and whimpered under him. his weight was pressing on you, making your body feel tighter, your brain completely melted. you needed to steady yourself, and to feel his curls and pull on them, so you moved your hand to the back of his head, breaking the link with his hand.

suddenly his head snapped up and his thrusts slowed to an aching, dragging pace. he took his now free hand to lift your chin and his big, deep, puppy-dog eyes gazed back at you. he looked heartbroken and wanting and desperate, his pupils blown up like saucers. you even saw a flicker of a tear, threatening to fall down his blushing cheek.

“hey—you okay?” you stammered, genuine concern in your voice.

his eyes flicked to his hand, then back to you. he grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the bed, then snaked his hand up to firmly interlock your fingers once again, pressing down into the mattress fiercely.

“need you close, baby. need you with me.”

you smiled and craned your neck to pepper kisses all over his face while his thrusts overpowered you with a renewed passion.

[p1ttlings]

SWEET CREATURE !!

001. love of my life

warnings . . . spoiled!reader, curse words, lewd convos

☆ ☆ ☆ authors note . . . guys i love writing for this reader. she’s so spoiled but she means well. unless it’s towards j. she hates him.

☆ ☆ ☆ taglist (open! send an ask, comment, or message me for a spot) . . . @theariespov @slytherclaw1978

[djo]

The bard, craving knowledge, makes his way to the Mage’s Guild of Enclave, where he spends his days in their vast libraries. Though deeply devoted to his studies, he still makes time for the occasional adventure. 

STRANGER THINGS 5.08: The Rightside Up

[sincerely-yours-marsbar]

stop, im sobbing

[palmerzy]

thank you robin, of all people, for confirming big dick steve harrington

[cinemadi-deactivated20260215]

steve harrington better not die this week

[sincerely-yours-marsbar]

im joining him if he does