#just leave it! dont touch it just stop!!!!

[g-k444]

hmm what about a pause button - some sort of remote that you realise actually pauses... people

we're friends, and so when you realise what it does, having accidentally paused your dog - you ask whether you could try it on me, to see whether it works on humans, whether the person paused is still conscious and alert, whether they could still feel things... those logistical questions.

so i let you trial it on me - press the button and have me freeze on the very spot, unable to more a single limb

and you walk through the statements and questions we pre-planned: okay, first test is whether you're conscious and can hear me... now can you feel this pinch? can i move your hand, or are you locked in that position?

it's deduced that you can move me and my limbs - it's just the person frozen with no control of their body.

all the tests and questions are run through, and you put the clipboard down - walking out of my field of view before returning with the remote in your hand.

and naturally, i was to get un-paused and regain autonomy over my body

yet holding it in your hand, you look down at the remote pensively before realising... you know what? i think i have a few more tests i'd like to try before we finish here

again, you walked out of my field of view - yet i could hear your footsteps, and you didn't walk far - in fast, you only walked until you were stood directly behind me

and this time, i could've gasped as i felt you pick me up and my world began moving around me, as you transported me through your house - dropping me in front of a mirror so that i could see you behind me in the reflection

and then?

i watched you pull my shorts down to my ankles, feeling my heartrate accelerate as i watched the grin begin forming on your face

shouldve given me more rules to play by, you spoke cheekily, your hand between my legs forcing me to watch how you petted my clothes pussy over the material, fingers brushing and strumming over my clit, pulling back and feeling over my vulva, pinching my lips and pulling at them

i was defenseless to your touch - unable to scream, to fight back, to run away

well and truly frozen

frozen, as you pulled my panties down and dropped to your knees - tasting my hole pussy and muttering about how i could still get all wet n gushy when frozen, sucking at my lips and forcing your tongue into my hole

frozen, as you proceeded to rise up and pull my top down to expose my tits - slapping them harshly and commenting about how nicely they still recoiled, and how they'd look bouncing up and down with you fucking me

frozen as you manipulated each of my limbs, from ankles to knees to body to neck, as you took me to my knees and forced my jaw open, trying to enjoy a blowjob and slapping me when no saliva came to my mouth and i couldn't do it properly - so you instead rubbed your cock over my face - balls plodding in my mouth as you smeared your phallus over my cheeks and nose and tapped it over my lips as if teasing me - as if i wanted this

and then forcing your cock into me, making me watch in the mirror as a tear rolled down my cheek whilst you fucked em back and forth over my cock, with me completely powerless and unable to stop the assault to my body as you pinched my nipples and slapped my ass, sticking your thumb in my ass and spanking my clit too

and your favourite part, then watching as your cum dribbled from my hole and dropped to the floor, forcing my tongue out of my mouth and using me like a mop to eat all of your spilled cum so that it was in me one way or another

then what?

would you shatter the remote so that i could never leave - be your sentient sex doll forever?

or rather would you fill me up with cum again and leave me out in public somwhere for others to defile me

or stick me in a gloryhole to make money for my work ethic; never taking a break or taking a day off, simply being stuck in the box with cum dripping down my lips 24/7

it's my body, but i dont get that choice anymore.

[mintyys-blog]

I just know the mark variants beef with the pregnancy pillow when yn’s pregnant, because nooo they dont wanna cuddle with HIM anymore its the pillow that gets it

HEADCANONS | when the variants pregnant s/o gets a pregnancy pillow

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST | WARNINGS: pregnancy

MAIN MARK

He blinked when he walked into the bedroom and saw her curled up around that… thing. A giant, squishy, U-shaped body pillow. His replacement. She looked peaceful, even a little smug in her sleep, tucked against it like it was her new boyfriend.

He stood there for a second, cape still fluttering from the open window.

“Oh, hell no.”

Mark climbed into bed, glaring at the pillow like it personally offended him. He wrapped an arm around her belly from behind and tried to wedge himself between her and the pillow.

She groaned in her sleep. “Mark… stop.”

“That thing’s in my spot, babe.”

He pulled it away—gently, but determined—and replaced it with himself, pressing his nose to the back of her neck. “You’re not replacing me with foam and stuffing.”

She mumbled something, reaching back to hold his hand.

Triumphant, he whispered, “Damn right.”

MOHAWK MARK

“No. Nope. Nah. What the hell is that?”

His eyes were locked on the pregnancy pillow she’d curled around, completely ignoring the way he had just walked into the room, arms full of snacks and drinks for their movie night. Her back was to him. The pillow was not.

He dropped everything on the nightstand. “That thing? That’s my rival now?”

She blinked, groggy. “Mark, it helps me sleep better.”

“I help you sleep better.”

He crawled onto the bed like a man on a mission, pulling the pillow up and inspecting it like it had insulted his mother. “What’s it got that I don’t? Huh? Look at this. Too soft. Way too soft. No muscles. No voice. Doesn’t blow your back out or whisper sweet shit in your ear.”

“Mark!”

He threw it—gently—off the bed and pulled her into his lap, chin on her shoulder. “Nah, baby. You can’t just toss this perfect Viltrumite body aside for a glorified sausage.”

She laughed, cheeks pink. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re mine,” he smirked, already wrapping her up in his arms like he was the replacement body pillow now. “Tell that overgrown pool noodle it’s on thin ice.”

SINISTER MARK

He didn’t say anything at first.

Just stood at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, watching her snuggle up to the massive pregnancy pillow like it had earned the right to touch her. His jaw ticked. The hell was that thing even made of? Clouds? Seduction?

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

She stirred when she heard his voice, sleep-heavy and annoyed. “Mark, don’t start—”

“I leave for five hours and come back to that in my place? That… thing is all up on you like it pays rent.”

He stalked over, grabbed the end of the pillow, and yanked it hard enough that she groaned in protest.

“Mark—”

He cut her off with a hand splayed possessively over her stomach. “Nah. Shut up. We’re beefing now. You and that overgrown marshmallow can sleep on the couch.”

She tried not to laugh as he settled in beside her, spooning her with a low growl and tugging her closer. “Tryna be replaced by a fuckin’ question mark-shaped demon…”

“Mark, it helps my hips.”

He kissed her shoulder but didn’t move. “So does having me here.”

And just like that, the pillow got evicted for the night.

VILTRUMITE MARK

He didn’t say anything at first.

Just stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching as she curled up in bed—nestled perfectly around that ridiculous U-shaped monstrosity. Her back to him. Her belly supported by soft fabric. No room left for him.

That was his place.

His space.

His job.

He moved quietly, slipping into bed with the same precision he used in battle. She hummed, thinking he’d just settle behind her like normal—but he didn’t. Instead, he stared at the pillow wedged between them.

“…You replaced me,” he said softly, and though his voice was calm, something in it made her pause.

“I didn’t—Mark, it’s just to help me sleep.”

“I’m not angry,” he cut in, gaze dropping to her stomach. “But I miss holding you.”

His hand hovered, then pulled back, jaw tight.

“I can’t feel them kick through that thing,” he added, barely above a whisper. “I used to hold you every night, and now there’s always something between us.”

Her heart sank.

She rolled over, gently pushing the pillow aside—enough for his hand to rest over the bump. And when the baby kicked, his eyes softened. Just a little. “…There,” he murmured. “That’s better.”

OMNI MARK

He wasn’t a man of many words—especially when it came to trivial things.

But this? This pillow? This overstuffed barricade of cotton and betrayal? It was personal. He stood beside the bed with his arms folded, eyes narrowing as she happily tucked herself into the nest of comfort it provided. She looked peaceful, relaxed—even smiled a little in her sleep.

And he wasn’t part of it.

“…You’re cuddling a damn worm of a pillow,” he muttered, as if it had personally offended him. “Do I not radiate enough heat? Do I not breathe evenly enough? Am I not comfort incarnate?”

She cracked one eye open, sleepily. “It’s just for the pregnancy. My hips hurt—”

“I can realign your hips better than any pillow,” he said dryly, slipping into bed. “This thing’s taking my role.”

She laughed softly but didn’t move it. Instead, he tugged it just a little, wedging himself between it and her. Eventually, he peeled it away from her entirely—gently, but determined—until her back was flush against his chest and his hand was over her belly.

“Mmm,” she murmured. “You’re warm.”

“Exactly,” he whispered into her neck. “Told you. Comfort incarnate.”

PRISONER MARK

He knew he shouldn’t take it personally.

It was just a pillow.

A massive, body-length, C-shaped monstrosity that wrapped around her and kept him from being anywhere near her stomach. The stomach holding his baby. His face soured every time he walked into the room and saw it cradling her more tenderly than he thought any object had the right to.

“That thing touching you more than I am,” he muttered under his breath, setting his boots down at the door.

She looked up from her spot in bed, her body curved perfectly into the plush structure. “I didn’t even do anything!”

He walked over slowly, eyes narrowing. “You used to curl up against me like that. Now it’s this thing.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s supporting my back.”

“I could support your back,” he grumbled, plopping down on the edge of the bed. He looked annoyed—jealous, even—but there was a sliver of something else underneath: a quiet, aching tenderness. “Can’t even feel the baby kick anymore with that thing in the way…”

That was what made her soften.

She reached for him and pulled him over—maneuvering the pillow just enough for him to lay behind her, chest to back. His hand found her belly like it belonged there. And then—there it was. A soft, sudden kick under his palm.

His whole body stilled. Then: “Heh… still hates me, huh?”

She giggled. “She kicks you the hardest, actually.”

He grinned into her hair. “Just like her mom.”

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[elliespassagerprincess]

Hello can you write a fic based off of ‘1 step forward and 3 steps back’ by Olivia Rodrigo ? thank you! <3

One Step Forward, Three Steps Back: ellie williams x reader

hi anon! i hope you like it:) I tried something new adding ellies pov.. i hope you dont mind:)

This story is based off the song one step forward, three steps back by olivia rodrigo. If you can, please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are open, send me your thoughts:)

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, toxic patterns, heartbreak, strong language, emotional dependency, insecurity

Summary: In which your relationship always put you 3 steps back

Masterlist

"You got me fucked up in the head, boy."

You wish you could blame it on the trauma.

On the broken world. On the things she’s seen. The things you’ve seen.

But deep down, you know it’s more than that.

It’s her.

And it’s you.

And it’s this thing you keep calling love just to justify how much it hurts.

You’re sitting on her porch again, arms wrapped around your knees, watching as the sun dips behind the mountains. Her guitar is silent inside. So is she.

You said something wrong today.

You don’t know what, exactly—but her face changed. Her mouth pressed into that tight, unreadable line. She stopped laughing, handed you your coat, and mumbled something about needing to be alone. That was hours ago.

And you’re still here. Because she never told you to leave.

But she didn’t ask you to stay either.

Ellie’s hot and cold. Gentle and cruel. Soft one day, distant the next.

She kisses you like you’re the only thing anchoring her to the earth. Then pushes you away like she can’t stand to be touched.

You never know which version you’re going to get.

It’s always a guessing game.

A test you didn’t sign up for.

A trap she doesn’t even know she’s laying.

And every time you think you’re getting somewhere—one step forward—

She pulls away. Shuts down. Disappears.

Three steps back. Every. Time.

You remember the first time she let her walls down.

It was raining, the kind of cold that seeped through your bones. She had a nightmare and showed up at your door looking half-dead. You held her until she stopped shaking. She cried into your neck. Whispered “Don’t leave.” And you didn’t.

She kissed you like she meant it.

You thought it meant something.

Maybe it did.

Maybe it didn’t.

She never said.

"Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don’t understand."

Sometimes she calls you “baby.” Soft. Real.

Sometimes she calls you “dude,” or doesn’t say anything at all, just grunts and walks past you like you’re nothing.

It fucks you up.

You lay awake wondering what you did.

You second-guess everything you said, every look, every breath.

You practice conversations in your head, afraid that the wrong word will make her disappear again.

You used to be confident.

You used to be whole.

Now, you flinch when she raises her voice. You smile too quickly when she’s calm. You praise her for the bare minimum just because it means she isn’t angry.

You’re in love with someone who’s only ever half-there.

But god, when she’s there—

She’s everything.

ELLIE'S POV (ellie is refered to as you because its her pov! pls don't get confused. i tried writing it from her perspective lol)

“And maybe in some masochistic way, I kind of find it all exciting...”

You don’t mean to hurt her.

You really don’t.

But something in you breaks every time they get too close. Every time they see too much. Every time they look at you with those eyes full of hope and softness and trust.

You don’t deserve that.

You never did.

You love her. You know you do. But love feels like a leash—tight and terrifying. It means responsibility. It means hurting them, eventually. And you’ve already hurt too many people.

You don’t want to be that person again.

So you push. You pull.

You leave the room when things get too quiet. You snap at them when they ask what’s wrong. You disappear, come back, kiss them like they’re the air you breathe, and then say something that makes them question if any of it was real.

You hate yourself for it. But you don’t stop.

Because part of you—dark and broken and mean—likes the chaos.

At least you know how to survive in chaos. You don’t know how to survive in love.

YOUR POV

“Maybe I’m just not as interesting as the girls you had before.”

You hear her mention Dina in her sleep.

Just once.

A murmur. A sigh.

A name you’ve never asked about but always felt lingering.

You pretend you didn’t hear.

But the silence after that is louder than anything she’s ever said.

You try to leave. You pack your bag. You don’t say goodbye. You make it to the gate.

And she’s there.

Looking at you like she’s drowning. Like you’re the last thing keeping her above the surface.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I just... I don’t know how to do this.”

You hate how fast you crumble.

You kiss her again. You stay again.

And it’s good. For a while.

Until the next wrong word. The next cold shoulder.

The next time you’re sitting on her porch wondering what the fuck you did wrong.

Because with Ellie Williams, it’s always one step forward... three steps back.

And you never know which one is coming next.

[half-clothed-sister]

i always hated being alone. i tried everything i could. so many dates at so many places, i could barely afford to keep up with just a part time service job. and every date ended the same way. sometimes the second date, but mostly first dates it was the same story. 'we're just not clicking' 'i dont feel a connection' 'youre nice, but-' and so on. one bold girl even said 'i dont know, theres just something in your eyes that makes me uncomfortable'.

tw kidnapping

i decided it wasnt working, going about things this way. too many dates and still too much time by myself. just me, with my thoughts, as they progressively grew darker. i needed someone here with me. to talk to, to get my energy out with. i knew what i needed but i was scared to ask. so i didnt.

one day at work, i saw you. you were breathtaking, your clothes barely hiding your figure. and i saw that look in your eyes that i face in the mirror every day. emptiness. longing. i knew you needed someone as bad as i did. but i was past asking.

when you came to the checkout station i made sure to be the one scanning your items. i had a list memorised of small talk questions that would get me as much info as possible without arousing suspicion. 'new here? you dont look like a local' 'oh, moved for a job? what do you do?'.

by the time you were leaving with your bagged groceries i practically knew your schedule. so i started planning. for a time when you were tired from work, waiting at a bus stop. the one in between routes on some backroad with no streetlights.

chloroform is surprisingly difficult to get a hold of, but id put in my hours of due diligence. i parked a safe distance away, then crept in the bushes, careful not to make a sound. i hesitated for just a moment as i watched you sitting under a dingle dim dirty lightbulb the city public transport system had graciously given this stop.

had i seen what i thought i saw? would you really be okay with this? what was i doing? but i decided id come too far now. even if you didnt want it now i knew you would love me eventually.

faster than id ever done anything before, like id practiced, like i was born to do this, i darted up to you and had the drugged rag over your mouth and nose before you even looked up.

i saw the journey you took in your mind as i looked into your eyes for the second time. surprise. recognition. realization. panic. and under it all that same emptiness i knew i recognized. i knew then that no matter how much you fought, you wanted this as much as i did.

i was so much bigger than you. your weak struggles wouldnt be enough. i saw the lights go out and you slumped into me, so warm and soft. i was really touching a girl right now. a real girl. and all it took was a plan.

an unconscious body is surprisingly heavy, but i managed to get you back to my car as quickly as i had approached. once i had you there with me, i waited for my eyes to adjust to the pitch black. i had ropes and ties and tape, everything i needed to keep you quiet. keep you with me. i applied them generously making absolutely certain you would be comfortable, but unable to escape.

you would never leave me like the others. i wasnt going to be alone anymore. at last, i had you.

[gothushi]

candy chaos

pairing: rob x f!reader

warning: aphrodisiac chocolates, probably unrealistic horniness (sry not sry), multiple orgasms, deepthroating, creampie, daddy but i dont think u shld be shocked

note: ps not related but im open to suggestions for a new layout for fics like. not structure wise but as u see ive decided on a divider thing and i want to change up the gif stuff bc. i aint got no more for rob ive used almost every ONE !!!!

word count: 3.8k

Perched on his lap, it’s difficult to pay attention to the story John is telling right now, not when Rob’s hand keeps skirting along the hem of your cute dress. He just barely keeps the touch innocent, affectionate, bordering on too much for in front of your friends.

Still, you can’t stop thinking about the package you got earlier in the day. It’s ruining your concentration, not that you had much to begin with when Rob looks *this* good tonight. Dressed in some jeans and a deep blue button down, the top couple undone.

You have an arm hooked over his shoulders, listening to your friends in different spots having their own conversations. John’s talking about some recent trip he was on, but you’re too preoccupied with the slight flush on Rob’s cheeks, his hair down and tucked behind his ears.

You lay your head against him again, mumbling quietly, “Hey..”

A smirk rears itself onto his pink lips, tilting to nose at your hairline. The hand that has been tracing your dress reaches higher, gently squeezing your thigh beneath the fabric. He murmurs a soft ‘hey’ back, his breath warm against your skin.

It’s quiet, intimate between the two of you despite the music playing, someone laughing, glasses clinking as one of the designated drivers pours more juice. Your eyes flutter before talking again, softly, “I wanna try that candy.” Your finger lightly pokes at his chest, hooking under one of the buttons.

Earlier in the day, a package came, a bar of chocolate that’s supposed to act as an aphrodisiac. Something which neither of you think will do a lot, but it’d be fun to try.

His blue gaze darkens, eyes narrowing as you mention the candy. Another squeeze is pressed into your thigh, fingers drumming out a pattern against your skin. An amused huff leaves him, since this is one of several times you’ve whined about it already.

“Right now?” The question is mumbled, amusedly.

You giggle quietly, nodding slow. “Mmhmm.. they probably won’ even work.. huh?” You whisper back. I mean – how can a candy bar make you unbelievably horny?

He snickers, fingertips skirting just beyond acceptable territory. “They’re supposed to be a mild aphrodisiac.. maybe they’ll work. The reviews were good though..” He plants a kiss to your temple, “But we can’t play if our friends are still here, can we?”

“Mh..” You squirm atop his lap, hoping the sight comes off as you just getting comfortable. “We can jus’ have a piece and see if they even work..”

He can never fully ignore you and your advances, especially when your nail keeps dragging along his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. It’s distracting, because all he’s thinking about is spearing you on his cock till you’re crying.

Instead, he takes your hand, ushering you off his lap in a show of grabbing some empty beer bottles and other items, shuffling to the kitchen with you.

Thankfully, no one thinks anything of it, too engrossed in their own talks.

While he’s tossing the trash, you open up one of the cupboards, reaching in to find the bar you’ve been so eager to open since it arrived, stashed behind a box of protein bars. The top of another beer pops off just as you’re breaking a square off, and then snapping said square into the designated halves they want you to eat.

Your eyes find his with a slightly mischievous, seductive gaze as you slip the candy into your mouth, holding out his half as an offering.

It’s cute, endearing, makes his heart race.

After a swig of his beer, he takes the bit, eating it and noting to never mix chocolate and beer ever again. He swallows it though, and you both return to your spot in the big recliner, listening now to John’s story.

Not much has happened. At least not on your part. On the other hand of things though, you’ve been very impatient. It’s only been about half an hour since eating the pieces.

You shift in Rob’s lap again, sighing through your nose as you rest your head down on him. He has his legs spread, hand hooked around your waist, keeping you tucked close as he adds some details to something another friend is saying, roughing out a laugh.

He feels your antsy behavior, giving a silent squeeze on your hip. So far, he feels nothing either, minus the normal desire of anticipation. He is a bit more flushed in the cheeks though.

When you melt against him once more, he mirrors his earlier actions, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Nothing yet, huh?” His big hand travels up to pet over your hair, soothing you.

You turn your eyes up to him, giving a slight shake of your head. “Mm mm.. maybe ‘s not real. Think you paid triple just for regular candy?” You mutter, giggling. Sure, you feel tense, squirmy, but that’s just due to the fact that you’ve been dying to be touched all day.

Rob chuckles, amused. “I bet..” There’s a smirk on his features, nuzzling against your head, the hair of his beard tickling over your skin. “Or maybe you’re just impatient.”

A petulant noise falls from your lips, almost pouting. “C’mooon.. It would’ve done somethin’ by now, wouldn’t it?”

His blues roll in a light hearted manner, smiling. You’re cute.

His hand returns to your hip, the other hooking over your lap to explore your thigh again. He turns his head, nosing near the sensitive spot by your ear. “Impatient little thing..”

A couple more minutes pass. You were looking at what was on TV, attempting to distract your mind, when you realize you feel a little warmer.

Not in a hot flash way, but.. a bit hyper sensitive, a dull heat crawling up your spine, through your veins.

Rob’s quickly realizing he may have paid for the real deal. Beneath his jeans, his cock starts to ache, a slight twitch in his boxers despite him engaging in a conversation about Jessica’s bruised nail. It’s not much though, not a lot compared to when you’re kissing on his neck or pawing at him, but it’s there.

He does have to hold back a groan when you wiggle around again, trying to readjust and get comfy in his lap. He drops his palm flat on your thigh, holding you still.

You notice the firmer grasp, and it makes you look over at him again, mumbling a quiet ‘mh?”.

“Stay still, princess.” He murmurs, his tone a tad darker than usual. His fingers mindlessly trace circles on your skin. He’s gotta keep his cool, right? He’s a patient man, some chocolates aren’t gonna get the better of him.

Despite him not being very aroused, physically, you can still feel the bulge in his jeans pressing into your thigh, which is why you keep squirming. You huff through your nose, eyes closing for a moment. “Can’t help it.. I feel hot..”

He bites back a swear, his cheeks pinkening. Yeah, they’re the real deal. His cock twitches again, and this time he can tell that his blood is rushing south.

“I didn’ think they’d really work..” Another mumble, almost like a slight whine. It’s getting worse by the second, a throb in your clit that’s getting very persistent.

“Yeah, well,” he sighs, shifting his hips, “they’re workin’, that’s for sure.”

Another squirm, your thighs pressing together. The action presses just right and you nearly whine aloud right there, but your ears perk when you hear your friend Emily say something about heading out finally.

A chorus of agreements follow before everyone starts to rise to their feet for goodbyes. Once upright, you feel the rush of slick that drools from your cunt, making your face color red in embarrassment. It’s short lived since you have hugs to give. A steady stream of people head on out, designated drivers fishing out their keys. With each departing figure comes a sense of relief– no more distractions, no more waiting.

When the last person is out and the lock twists on the front door, he makes his move.

Rob wraps his arms around you from behind, hands groping over your tummy and tugging the fabric of your dress up just a little bit.

“Seems we’re all alone now..” He muses, pressing hasty kisses to your bare shoulder, hot breath fanning over your skin.

Your legs wobble with an intense rush of arousal, another leaking gush that soaks your already ruined panties. A whine tears from you, much more affected than him at this point. Probably the size difference. You twist in his arms, grabbing at his sides, pawing over his back, “Rob-”

The predatory smile on Rob’s face grows at your cute whines. “Oh, shh shh shh.. ‘s alright, hun.” His hands roam freely, keeping you close so he can kiss on your neck, one dipping down to find your dripping cunny, slipping into your panties to rub three big fingers over your folds.

A sharp moan escapes you, a pitiful cry as you nearly fall. Your legs squeeze together, rutting forward into his hand desperately as you feel yourself start to pant.

“Ohh, right there?”

“Nnh-! Please, please- ‘m gonna cum-”

“Already? Fuck.” He whispers, letting two fingers sink into your awaiting hole, stretching your walls apart deliciously. He grinds the heel of his palm into your clit, relishing in the lewd smack of slick that emanates from your cunt, pumping his fingers mercilessly.

“Ro- ah! ‘m cum- cumming!” You wobble like a newborn deer, a harsh orgasm crashing over you. Your face gets shoved against his chest, gripping as hard as you can onto his arms for support, a whiny moan traveling up your throat.

“Therrre you go, fuck, yeah,” he continues to pump his fingers throughout your climax, prolonging the already intense pleasure to draw more little mewls from you. Once you’ve stopped jerking on your feet, he pulls his fingers free to suck your cum off of them, groaning.

While he’s busy enjoying the taste of your cum, you drop to your knees. You nuzzle against the big bulge in his jeans, whining high in your throat as your shaky hands paw at his thighs. It’s cute, he thinks, how eager you are. Like a puppy with the zoomies.

One hand drops to your head as the other undoes his belt, then his button and zipper, watching as you practically salivate at the sight. He ushers his pants and boxers down just a little, enough to reveal your prize. A bush of hair, and once they’re low enough, his fat cock. It hangs down, awaiting your eager mouth with a smear of wet precum. That same hand curls around his shaft, fisting himself slowly as he watches you sit up on your knees some more to lean closer.

You happily lap at the underside of his cock, your hands busying themselves with helping his pants down to mid thigh for him, drool coating your tongue.

“Fuck, baby..” His eyes roll back, the hand that was on your head dropping so both of them hang at his sides. His hips buck, pushing more of his fat dick into your mouth, listening to the eager little noises you make. Soft ‘mmh’s and babbles, flattening your tongue on him. He starts to rock into your mouth, easing more in with each thrust.

“Mouth feels so God damn good, honey, oh fuck. Gonna fuck this pretty face of yours till you’re chokin’ on it.”

It’s probably embarrassing, right? The way you can feel slick drooling from your pussy? Soaking your pulled aside panties and drooling onto the kitchen tile? Damn chocolates.

You whine up at him, giving an eager nod as your mouth is stuffed full. Your jaw slackens, eyes fluttering with a beginning sheen of tears while your fingers hook into the waistband of his jeans for stability.

Rob is a patient man, most of the time.

His hips rut forward, a hand returning to your head to get a grasp on your hair, using both the leverage of his thrusts and now his pulls to fuck your face. “Uh- shit, that’s my little slut,” he breathes the affection out, his eyes closing. Precum drips steadily down your throat, mixing with the drool that accumulates as he fucks your face. There’s a crude gagging noise every time he thrusts in, making your teary eyes leak. Down below, your hips rut into nothing, pussy throbbing.

You struggle for air for the most part, face hot with heat, globs of drool stringing from your mouth and his shaft. Your throat instinctively tenses up to try and get him out before relaxing again.

Just like you, maybe just a little less immediate, he’s ready to cum. The tight constriction of your throat and the heightened sensitivity from the candy drives him insane, and with a final thrust, he holds you down to his navel, nose stuffed against his bush. Thick ropes of cum paint your throat, but he doesn’t let up, forcing you to swallow each spurt directly into your stomach as you listen to his huffy grunts. The hand in your hair keeps you close, riding his orgasm out in the heavenly warmth of your mouth.

Once he’s pulled back, you cough, drooling spit and cum. You let go of him to bring your hands up, catching the escaping seed, your fingers getting sticky with the mess as you try to not waste a drop.

A couple fresh tears roll down your cheeks, looking back up at him as you lick over your fingers, panting raspy noises. God, he’s still hard as a rock, a weak spurt of cum leaking out. You don’t miss the chance to swoop in and lick it up. Fuck, he wishes he had his phone on him.

Panting heavily, he only takes a few moments to catch his breath before giving a tug on your hair, the other hand offered to help you up as he rasps something about needing to fuck you. Your back finds the kitchen counter, his mouth claiming yours in a deep kiss that steals your barely there air, whimpering muffledly, hands grabbing onto his arms. His own curious hands grope over your hips, up to your neck, cradling you as he moves his ravishing kisses down your throat, shoving a knee between your thighs.

“Gonna fuck this sweet cunt till you can’t walk right,” it’s a promise, one hand urging your hips to rut into the bare skin of his upper thigh.

A pitiful whine is drawn from you, completely overwhelmed with electric need, exasperated yet so horny. You hump on him like a dog in heat, pushing at the hem of his shirt, trying to fumble with the buttons. Lips shiny with drool and a bit of cum, eyes wet and lidded, you make the prettiest picture as you beg.

“Please, Rob, wan’ your cock, need it-”

“Greedy girl, even greedier pussy.” He mutters, his eyes fluttering for a moment. He peels his shirt off, letting it find the floor before he grabs at your hips. Your panties are taken away within seconds, and then he’s helping to hike you up on the counter, perfect height to slide his cock right in. “Fuck, pussy was made for me,” Rob breathes, pumping his hips immediately into a relentless pace.

You’re squealing, toes curling at the intrusion, walls stretched to the brim. He fucks you so hard that you nearly lose balance, reaching behind you to steady yourself with your hands flat on the granite. His cock just reaches so deep, thick and long, nearly painful in such a delicious way.

“Ro- ahb!”

He’s unrelenting, the lewd slap of skin on wet skin filling the room. Leaning in, he muffles your moans whilst claiming your mouth again, licking over your tongue and attempting to quiet down his own huffy groans. He paws at your dress, tugging it down further to fully free your tits, groping over one of the creamy globes.

A quick litany of moans escape you, slobbering over his mouth, cunt clenching around his fat shaft as you start to whimper. “Fuu- mmh- ‘m gonna cum again, Daddy-” Every nerve is set ablaze with an unbelievable need to be rubbed, touched, sated.

At your desperate plea, he shifts his hips, driving in impossibly deeper, so much so that the head of his cock kisses your cervix. “Thaaat’s it, baby, gimme it.” His forehead keeps bumping into yours, blues darting from where you’re both connected to your lidded eyes. “This’s what you needed, huh? T’get stuffed full? Used like a fuckin’ slut? Didn’t need candies to get that.”

Your pussy flutters at his words, hips jerking down with a cry as you orgasm again. It’s like your body is akin to a live wire, even the touch of his hand grabbing your arm intensified. Even immediately after cumming, that usual sensitivity you’d normally feel is no where, even though you’re panting like a tired dog. “Nhh- Daddy-!”

“Easy, good girl, gonna cum too,” Rob whines lowly, thrusts picking back up to make up for the way his pace faltered a moment ago. He buries his face against your neck, mumbling some praise against your jaw as his moans pick up, a sweet partner to your whimpered noises. He finally cums, pressed right against you whilst his thighs shake, cock buried to the hilt. He grunts, hips rutting with each hot spurt of cum, glancing down to see the way it dribbles around his shaft.

Panting, he pulls out, quickly swiping up some of the leaking mess of cum with a couple fingers, groaning as he sucks it right off the digits.

You’re on your elbows now, legs hanging down tiredly as you whine, “So much.. Daddy..”

Keeping a steady hold on you, Rob peppers soft kisses to the side of your head, hushing you softly. “C’mon, up to bed,” he clearly isn’t done, but it’s time for a change of scenery.

You both should be tired, but you’re not. Not yet. He lays you down on the bed, quickly blanketing himself over you to take your lips in a deep kiss, hastily shoving at his jeans and boxers to get them all the way off. Once fully naked, he rids you of your dress before taking a spot between your shaking thighs, hooking his arms around them.

Rough fingertips help to slightly spread your folds, a groaning coo coming from him, “Look at this pretty pussy, so cute, could feast on you for forever.” With that, he leans in, dragging his tongue from hole to clit before suckling lightly, letting his tongue circle the sensitive bud in slow motions.

“Ah! Oh- fffu-” Your body can’t help it, not when it comes to him, and those damn candies. You cum immediately just like earlier, humping over his tongue like a dog as you grab the pillow above you. Your back bends in an arch, thighs squeezing onto the side of his head as you cry out, gasping for air into what feels like empty lungs.

Rob hums against your pussy, eyes rolling back and then closing as he focuses on licking up your cum, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses being laid over your sappy clit. His arm shifts before a couple fingers find your used hole, mumbling into your wetness, “Look how easy you cum..” It’s a raspy purr, grinning to himself. “Cute little cunt just loves Daddy, doesn’t she?”

He continues eating you out, ignoring your little whines and huffs, gaspy cries as you grasp onto his hair now. You’re finally starting to get sensitive, hole leaking a creamy mess that he laps right up.

“Daddy- oh my God!” Tears soak your eyes, dripping down your temples to your hairline.

With a wolfish grin, he pulls back, allowing your body to tremble on its own for a few moments. As the whiny noises taper off, he pecks a soft kiss to your swollen clit, rising on his hands and knees. Kisses are peppered over your hip, up your tummy, along the valley of your breasts before finding your cheek. “How’s my girl doin’?”

“Mhh..” You’re panting like a tired animal, flushed down your neck and to your ears as you whimper lowly. Nuzzling into him, you mumble, “Mmmh.. good.. feels good..”

He chuckles, drawing his knees up some to hook your thighs over his lap, fat cock nudging against your slit. Slowly, he guides himself back inside you, groaning at the velvety sensation. “Fuck, this pussy’s heaven.” He moans, laying himself overtop of you now as his hips roll in a languid pace.

“Oh! Mh- fu-” Overstimulation is starting to settle in, a barely there pain mixed in with the back arching pleasure as you paw at his biceps, the muscles hard under your soft touch.

Rob knows you like the back of his hand, and whilst this is a first time experience for you both, having something to physically enhance the pleasure, he still sees the little signs. He coos, light kisses falling over your forehead, cheeks, nose, all the while he rolls his hips nice and slow, in and out.

“Just breathe, honey. Focus on how good that feels, mh? Feel my big cock stretchin’ that little pussy? That’s nice, isn’t it?”

Another orgasm is creeping up, slowly, like it’s right there but just out of reach. Your arms slide up, enveloping him in a hug as you hiccup a little cry, “Daddy-”

“Fuck, I know, baby. You g’na cum again? Just one more time for me?”

“Uh huh!” The delicate dance is such a stark contrast to the feral vibe of earlier, and it’s overwhelming. Rob mumbles into your neck, some curse as he shifts his hips just a bit faster, selfishly fucking into you harder. He babbles about your responsive pussy, how much he loves her, loves you, and that’s your final straw.

“Daddy- ‘m cum- ah!” The words are lost on your tongue, interrupted by gasping cries as a final orgasm rips through you. Your cunt rhythmically clenches down onto his fat shaft, milking him for all he’s worth one last time.

He bites down onto your shoulder, cock throbbing as he joins you in bliss. Jets of cum flood your spasming cunt, his eyes growing wet at the intensity. You’re both a sweaty mess of heavy pants and shaking limbs, a string of drool connecting his lips and your shoulder briefly before breaking as he pulls back and out.

His larger, tired body flops down beside you, dragging your limbs over him to cuddle. A leg hooks over his lap, whining softly at the feeling of a copious amount of cum drooling from your hole. That’s a mess for in half an hour.

You nose at his neck, feeling the pounding of his heart underneath your palm. His arms wrap around you protectively, stroking your back in a soothing pattern. There’s only a few moments of rest before he interrupts it.

“So..” he starts, failing to hide a grin against the top of your head, “should we take a whole piece next time?”

[hauntingblue]

Rewatching act 2.... yeah ISHA WATCH OUT FOR THE CYCLE ISHA!!!!! NOOOOO

[jabberwockprince]

apparently it's way easier to plan scenes and plotpoints for a fanfic if i draw them first, so here we are <3 featuring me rambling abt this scene under the cut!!

i was specifically thinking about Haym and Rikki's entire relationship?

especially very early on, right when Rikki is properly assigned as Neon J's apprentice and whatnot. this was meant to be the moment Rikki realizes they're not coping very well with leaving Ban behind in Beachside Archipelago, and how they're actually gravitating towards Haym because of how similar he feels to Ban - yknow. being the same model and all

cause Rikki has some serious issues with needing absolute control over every aspect of their life. and right now, they're stuck with a job they don't exactly care for, trying desperately to suck up to Neon J so he'll actually promote Rikki to a DECENT job designing security bots for Vinyl City, not BABYSITTING 1010

(which isn't even babysitting, moreso than being monitored 24/7 in a localized space where they can't be shady since Neon J doesnt. trust them. at all. for various valid reasons)

so witnessing Haym pull some stupid but well-meaning stunt to force Rikki show off how good they are at fixing and repairing shit makes Rikki go????

A LITTLE FERAL????

BECAUSE THEY UNCONSCIOUSLY PROJECT ALL THEIR UNRESOLVED FEELINGS ABOUT BAN ONTO HAYM

but they only realize this when their body shuts down and cannot act the way they would've wanted, seeing Haym entirely fucking wrecked being very similar to how they found Ban when they first met makes them spiral a little

Haym doesn't even KNOW he's not the original Yellow model, he has his suspicions but is overall kept in the dark. befriending Rikki is something he does entirely out of genuine curiosity, motherfucker has no clue he's in the middle of a 4 year long unresolved break-up between two losers who are constantly pining after each other both romantically and platonically

im thinkingggg Haym might be seeking out Rikki's presence mostly because he's noticed that they treat him slightly different than the others. not necessarily better, just different enough to get him curious. so the need to build an identity away from 1010 as a group/unit and his inherent curiosity just gets him into this mess

[gaysaito]

vent .post

i want to watch i saw the tv glow but god my transness is just a depressing topic and the way ive generally seen posts abt it i think the whole movie is about ... ? accepting being trans /not ignoring it ? which has never been a problem ive ever related to . ive been out for over half a decade and known what i was since i was 12 as well as never identify with my agab. im so disconnected from other trans peoples experience in terms of that. also the whole "dont put it off/dont turn the tv off WHATVER" thing is . ive never put off transitioning and it has entirely been stalled so long due to the nhs .my transness is not something i can be proud of and its not something i can talk about without feeling upset because of how long ive been waiting /seeing other trans people i knew get help sooner due to private healthcare ect. i refuse to attend trans support groups because being around peoplewho HAVE been able to transition makes me so horribly upset. i cry at every single post i see about someone getting top surgery or having an anniversary of getting T i am the most horrible and miserable person on the planet when it comes to this. will i eversay this no . im happy theyre happy but goddamn if this isn't the main reason i want to kill myself !

[hiddenbeks]

just did season unending with heidrun. wish it was better written

[hercarisntyours]

english kpop peaked with this

[phagodyke]

hour and a half unpaid overtime I think that's a new record for me. on a day where I was supposed to have no overtime no less. funny how I only have 3 of those this month and the 2 so far I've had to work overtime anyway 👍

[killjoy-prince]

today was a do nothing day for me huh

[sunflowerrboyy]

hmmmm thinking thoughts again

[sonknuxadow]

to be honest i think classic sonic as a separate guy sucks and it should have just been a one time thing in generations that they never tried again. sorry classic sonic enjoyers .

[mbat]

i must be fr the only person who never rly cared for vee but thats mostly cause one of the first things we saw her do was throw away and give away luzs stuff as if it was hers and i just know if someone did that to me id be so pissed. do NOT touch my shit dude istg. like they didnt even know if luz was dead or not like at least wait a few years or some shit. not a month. its so petty of me but its also a fictional character so. i dont even hate her i just dont rly care in general

[thedragonagelesbian]