Anonymous unrelated smuts
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He scrambles out of the bed and kneels down before the closet where the camera resides hidden underneath a graphic t-shirt of some band Hux doesn't know. He opens it up and starts deleting all the photos he took during his moment of pure insanity that no one but himself was supposed to witness.
Shame burns his face and he can see it in the reflection of the screen every time it turns black with a sickening message asking him; are you sure you want to–
Yes, yes, yes!– why doesn't this thing have a select multiple feature for fuck sake !?
Another angle of his butt and this one doesn't look too bad, maybe Kylo wasn't lying when he said Hux looked nice… It's the last picture. He hesitates, and it is a mistake, yet another one for tonight, or maybe Kylo has some sort of mind reading abilities he never told him about that might be likely, because he comes back– of course he does! He's wearing nothing but his bathrobe and he's wet, and asking Hux for a new pair of underwear.
He sees the exact moment when Kylo realizes he's holding a camera, there's a spark in his eyes, a sudden twitch in the corner of his lip.
Hux's fucked.
Oh no–
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- Part 1 of Anonymous unrelated smuts
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First meeting, but make it sexy™ by Anonymous
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026)
11 Jul 2026
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Simon wiggles his toes and tries to sit up. There is a quilt covering his legs, but that doesn't matter because in that moment he notices something more important; his hand is tied to the bed frame with a zip tie.
His breathing picks up, and the sheer panic that encompasses him almost makes him lay back down. His head is spinning, and he knows that he needs to calm down so he can function enough to find something sharp or dislocate one of his fingers, but he can't.
Goosebumps arise on the surface of his skin and only now he realizes that he's completely bare, the quilt doesn't even reach to cover his crotch and as Simon shifts his hips and parts his thighs a little during the struggle the cold air flickers across his warm exposed pussy.
He hisses at the feeling, he's strangely wet down there and he can't tell if it's because of sweat or his own body playing tricks on him during the worst imaginable moment.
There is no way his brain conjured this shit.
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Grace and Simon recreate their first (honestly) traumatic meeting, in a horny less traumatic, but just as fucked up way.
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- Part 2 of Anonymous unrelated smuts