#sub!rob

[gothushi]

pinky swear

pairing: rob x f!reader

warning: rob gets pegged for the first time, nothing else

note: a happy belated birthday gift to @gwenongoblinmode <3 rewrote a chunk of this several times bc i felt it wasnt good enough but it was time to get rob being pegged out into the world

word count: 5.6k

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“Tell me to stop, and we stop. I don’t care what’s happening, all I care about is you. Okay?”

“Of course, I know babe.” Rob hums, enjoying the way your hands are rubbing over his bare chest. “I promise. Pinky swear.”

You’re sat in his lap, already mostly naked and a bit disheveled from your prior makeout. His cheeks are flush, so are yours, both of you on edge but still needing to communicate this.

You give him a look, “I’m serious Rob.”

“So am I,” he says sternly, holding your hips as you sit on his lap. His blues rake over you before locking with yours. “You know I take these things very seriously, don’t you?”

He shifts his hips up, and you can feel his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

“Clearly,” you muse with a mutter, just to playfully aggravate him as you lean in for another kiss. Your lips trail down his jaw, pecking over the scruffy facial hair before sucking at his pulse point.

A low groan rumbles through his throat, and he squeezes on your hips. He’s trying to remain calm but he’s eager, having this night been planned for about a week now. Your lips suckling at his favorite spot drives him crazy. Rob tilts his head back to give you more access.

“You’re such a tease.” He mumbles, trying to maintain his usual stoic composure while under the influence of your touch. “I swear, princess, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

You grin against his flesh, nipping playfully. “Oh, I’ll finish alright. I think you better worry about yourself.”

He squeezes his hands on your hips, thumbs pressing against your stomach with another deep sigh as he feels your teeth scrape his skin.

“Baby..” He tries to let it come out as a warning, but he just sounds a bit impatient. “You’re playing with fire, you know that?”

“Really? Thought I was playin’ with you.” You tsk, giggling at your own aggravations with the look he gives you. You sit up, naked except your underwear, shifting onto your knees and off his lap whilst your hand finds his belt buckle. “Should probably get these off, huh?”

Rob’s eyes follow your movement, darkening, and he just nods. He doesn’t trust his voice at this point, feeling that little pit of nerves in his belly alongside the excitement bouncing around in there. He does help you though, skilled fingers undoing his belt and popping the button open whilst you slide down the zipper and start to tug them down his hips. “Yeah, probably a good idea,” he swallows thickly. He feels like a damn virgin again, and in a sense, he is.

Just as he knows you, you know him. You can immediately sense the shift once you’ve got his jeans off, leaving him in just his boxers. The tight black fabric does well to hide the growing wet stain at the head of his cock, but the outline of that hardness is clearly visible. You gotta take all the time in the world to butter him up, so you bend at the waist to press some open mouthed kisses on his inner thigh, tucking hair behind your ear so it isn’t in the way.

He watches on with heated eyes, leaning back against the headboard. He takes a deep inhale, eyes fluttering and his lips part with his breathing. Usually Rob has good patience, but with the knowledge of what’s to come, literally, he can’t help but squirm a little.

“Princess..” He says, voice low and almost whiny.

Grinning, you let your tongue dart out to lick at a little freckle on his thigh. You suckle on the spot, intending on leaving a mark as your hands rest on his knees.

His breathing hitches, caught in his throat for a moment before a little moan escapes his lips. He’s already sensitive to your touch, especially on his thighs, and your tongue drives him insane. He can feel his cock drip, and his legs twitch beneath your hands.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman..” He whines a little, watching you through half-lidded eyes, the usually sharp blue now dark pools of desire.

This time you do giggle against his skin, pulling back and admiring the reddened spot on his tanned thigh. You peck another kiss there before moving up, past his boxers and to his navel, the sweet kissy sound making his heart beat faster. Rob gives a ragged breath, his stomach muscles tensing under your touch. He’s trying so hard to keep his cool, but God is he fucking excited. The thought of you fucking him, holding his legs up, pressing a hand on him to keep him down on the bed-

He groans, feeling your teeth scrape his skin, one of his hands reaching up and carding into your hair. It takes a lot to not tug you up and just go to town of his own accord.

One of your hands finds his thigh, kissing upwards to his chest, that hand sliding up over the bulge in his boxers that you’ve been dying to touch since he came inside earlier from mowing the lawn.

Rob bites down on his lower lip, groaning again as his hips cant up slightly. He’s rock hard, and the slightest touch has that pleasurable shiver running up his spine. “God, you’re killing me..” He mutters, his voice quiet. He already feels vulnerable, despite how many times you’ve been between his legs. This is different.

“Shhh, so noisy.” You taunt, nipping at the scar over his stomach, pushing the heel of your palm down onto his cock harder.

He gasps, brows furrowing together with a slight hiss. God, did he always feel this sensitive? “Jesus,” he lets his eyes fall closed, rolling back slightly, “you’re a damn tease.”

“I think someone’s just excited for me to fuck him.” You hum lowly, moving your hand off his dick in order to bring both up, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, “Lift up.”

He shudders and instantly obeys, opening his eyes and lifting his hips so you can pull his boxers from his body. His cheeks go red now that he’s naked, cock slapping his stomach, thick and heavy. He feels awfully vulnerable, knowing what’s gonna come soon.

“Be gentle with me,” he mutters, voice barely above a whisper.

Tossing his boxers aside and moving to lie on your front, you pepper some other kisses on his thigh, “Of course, babe.”

He relents to the touch and spreads his thighs further for you, swallowing. You return to your earlier actions, leaving little marks on his skin that will last for days, a reminder of this night. Those lips leave a hot trail on his flesh, enough to stir that fire in his belly further, enough to make his cock twitch and start to leak onto his stomach. You shift your hands, wrapping them around his thighs to tug him down a bit, then pushing at the backs of his knees so he bends his legs.

“How d’you feel about me eating you out?”

The idea is both intimidating and thrilling, and he’s already getting impossibly harder at the thought of it. He nods, lips parting as he breathes out, “God, yes. Please.”

This is such a new side of him, unlocking thoughts he never had before, introducing things he’d never considered. You grin, leaning in to press a line of kisses up his thigh, pushing them further apart to make room for yourself. Completely ignoring his cock, those heavy balls, you lean down to kiss even lower.

Rob gives a low moan in response, his head leaning back and thudding against the headboard. Your kisses find the curve of his ass, peppering little pecks here and there, building the anticipation as one hand hooks a thumb under his balls to hold them up and out of your way. He whines a little at that, eyes scrunching.

“God.. that feels good.” He groans, taking a deep breath. Smiling to yourself, you lean in and finally get to the main event. Your tongue darts out and laves over his hole, flat, just to test the waters.

He lets out a guttural moan, his voice hitching up at the end as he manages to bite out. “Fuck-.. that’s- that’s good..”

You pull back slightly to peek up at him, “Mhm?” Leaning back in, you repeat the motion, longer now, wetting the skin with your saliva. The nails of your other hand press into his thigh, whilst your thumb rubs into his perineum. His legs twitch, the combination driving him insane as his cheeks grow hot and red.

“F-fuck..” he gasps out, “I like that.”

You hum into his skin, sending an electric pleasure up his spine from the vibrations. Your thumb rubs in slow circles over that expanse of skin there, tongue laving up and down to wet his hole. It pulls a louder moan out of him, something you’d expect to hear in a porno as his eyes open and he stares down at you, one hand finding the top of your head like earlier.

“I can’t- fuck that’s good, that feels really good.” He actually whimpers, and that makes your cunt throb. It’s difficult holding back a giggle as he falls apart from just a few seconds of this touch. You increase the pressure of your tongue, lips pressing to his skin so you can lick and suckle lightly. His cock jumps and he whines, jaw dropping as you properly eat him out now. Lips smacking against his skin, tongue laving over his hole whilst drool drips down to the bed. It makes his heart pound hard in his chest, cock leaking sticky pre-cum onto his stomach. It only carries on for about another minute before he’s whining again.

“Please,” he voice pitches, “please, i can’t-”

You pull back, patting his thigh gently as you coo, catching your breath. “Easy babe, you’ve got more comin’ than just this. You want more?”

Rob takes a few shuddering breaths, trying to regain control of his brain as your hand rubs over the base of his cock. “Yes,” he chokes out, “Want more.”

Grinning up at him, you press some more kisses to his thigh. Getting up onto your knees, you lean over to the bedside table for a couple things out of the bottom drawer. The essentials, obviously. Lube and your strap, the buckles clanking together as you set it down.

“We’ll go slow, kay? Just relax.” You pop the cap of the bottle open, squeezing some onto your fingers and rubbing it in to warm up.

His answering nod is interrupted by the gasp he lets out when you rub the pads of your fingers over his hole, before your middle finger breaches him for the first time. The expression on his face isn’t one of pain or discomfort, just, kinda of surprised. He breathes in through his teeth, using one of his hands to cup over his balls, head tilting back.

“That’s- ‘s.. different.” He mumbles.

“Mhm?” You look down at your hand before back up at him, free hand busy rubbing up and down his thigh in a soothing manner. “Just feels odd, huh?” You push in a little more, to your first knuckle.

Rob nods, swallowing thickly. “Yeah, little bit, but-..” His eyes flutter, obviously trying to get used to the foreign feeling. His other hand reaches for your free one, wanting something to hold on to. You gladly curl your fingers with his, resting your clasped hands on his leg. “Just-.. be gentle. I don’t..” He falters, cheeks warm with embarrassment. “I don’t want it to hurt.”

You have to resist the urge to coo at him. You pull your finger out to just the tip of it, before pushing right back in a little further than before, letting his body get used to the intrusion. “Of course honey.. you know I’d never hurt you. Not unless you ask for it.” You muse.

He gives your hand a squeeze, his breathing a bit uneven. “I know, I know,” he mutters, but he can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. This feeling is strange, and he’s nervous it’s going to hurt or that he won’t like it.

He tightens his grip again, anchoring himself to the feeling. “Just-.. keep going. I can handle it.”

“Ohh, think y’can take another one?” You seem to taunt him for coming off confident, but he honestly isn’t doing a bad job so far. You don’t wait for an answer, instead pulling your finger out to grab the bottle of lube and squeeze some directly over his hole, dropping it to spread the slick stuff around.

He gasps at the cold liquid, brows scrunching up a bit in discomfort of the chill. But he nods shakily at your question, relaxing as he lightly massages over his balls to distract. “Don’t tease me like that,” he mutters, but there’s a hint of a smile in his eyes.

“Im not teasin’, you’re just impatient.” You smile back, before watching your own hand as one finger turns into two. You go very slow this time, since it’s more of a stretch than before.

It’s tight, and it’s a bit uncomfortable, but it isn’t bad. He grips on your hand tightly, “Feels.. weird.” He’s getting used to it, but the stretch is different. Your fingers press in a bit more, aided by the lube that turns his pucker slick. Your fingers curl up a little, and he takes them to the second knuckle now, eyes falling closed again as he gropes over his own balls and adjusts.

“I know,” you coo softly, “gonna take a couple minutes for you to get used to it, then it’ll feel good.” You rub your thumb over his knuckles. In, then out, then in again. You repeat that slowly, curling on the ins.

The stretch and pressure is still a foreign sensation, but he’s slowly getting used to it.

“It.. doesn’t feel bad, just.. tight.”

That pulls a laugh out of you, nodding, “Yeah, cause you’re tight.”

He gasps and he involuntarily clenches around your fingers. “I-I guess I should have expected that,” he mumbles, trying to keep his voice even. His adjusts his other hand, moving to curl around his dick and lazily pump up and down.

“Relax,” you hum, seeing the way he tenses a little, watching his thumb swipe over the sticky mess that he’s been steadily leaking. Adjusting, you pull your fingers out before pushing nearly all the way in, the knuckles of your curled up fingers pressing to his cheeks.

He takes a deep breath, distracting his body whilst giving out a low moan at the deeper intrusion. “That-” he gasps, “That feels good.”

You let him squeeze on your hand, cooing a little. “Feels good? Y’think you’re ready?” You hum, pushing those two fingers in deeper, knuckles flat to his skin. “I wanna try somethin’ first.”

He nods, not trusting himself to speak after how he just sounded, so desperate. You can tell he wants to ask though, but you’ll answer him anyway with your actions. A sly look on your face, glancing up at him as you squeeze his hand back. You watch his facial expressions as you curl your fingers upwards in search of his prostate.

Those blues widen and a ragged moan falls from his mouth, almost whining at the end. The sensation is like a shock, making his back arch with a gasp of pleasure and a hard tug on his cock.

“That feel good?” You grin snarkily, feeling a rush of arousal just from the sight of him. You massage that spot lightly with the pads of your fingers, barely moving.

Rob’s response is a strangled cry, nodding quickly. It’s like fireworks going off in his brain, the pleasure so intense it’s almost too much. He hasn’t felt anything like this ever, a whole new level of stimulation that he can’t even put into words, just little staccato moans.

“God, yes,” he gasps, legs trembling on their own.

“Shh, easy.” You hum, easing up with your actions before slowly pulling them out. “Don’t want you to cum yet.” You relish in the way his cheeks are flushed red, eyes hazy, panting.

He takes a deep breath, trying to chill out and compose himself, but he can feel the edge of his previously approaching orgasm receding as you pull your touch away. Despite the intensity of the pleasure, he’s not quite ready for it to end just yet.

He nods, managing to meet your gaze through his haze of pleasure. “You- you’re so good at this,” he slurs, his voice slightly shaky, “How.. how do you know how to do that?”

You give a half assed shrug, wiping your fingers off on the duvet. You’ll change it later. “I dunno, I read a lot.” You offer as an answer, getting off the bed to slip the harness up your bare legs.

He watches, still trying to catch his breath. His chest rises and falls heavily, eyes fixed on you, on the light blue leather of the straps, the white little dildo attached already. He feels a little overwhelmed now, but it’s a good feeling. He swallows before asking, “What- what do you want me to do?”

You offer a smile whilst tightening the buckle, the straps of the harness pressing into your skin. “Mmmm, most comfortable for you would either be just like that or on your hands and knees.”

He considers for a moment, his mind still feeling a bit hazy. “Can I.. stay like this?” Referring to his current position on his back. “I wanna.. see you.”

“Course, honey.” You reassure, crawling back between his legs. Grabbing the lube, you spread plenty over the dildo. It isn’t very big at all, maybe a bit thicker than your two fingers.

“I’ll go slow, okay?” You rub over his thighs, pushing them apart more.

Rob nods again, nervous but trusting. “Yeah, slow.. jus’.. slow.” His hand finds one of yours again, intertwining fingers once more.

You mutter something about him being so cute as you interlock your fingers together. Your other steadies your cock as you ever so slowly push in, watching his hole stretch around the silicone.

He gives a little whine at the fullness, the odd sensation making his lips part. “That-.. holy shit.” He closes his eyes, trying to concentrate on his breathing, on the feeling of your hand in his and his fingers ghosting over his cock.

“Shh, I know. You’re doin’ good, hm?” You praise softly, letting your free hand rub his thigh, massaging the muscle. Pushing in slow, after a moment your hips press to the backs of his thighs. “I won’t move yet. Just feel it, baby.”

He nods dumbly. It’s overwhelming, intense, and he feels so full, and decides to voice it. “Feels.. full.”

A little laugh escapes you, “This little thing makin’ you feel full?” You muse, smiling and patting his knee.

Rob blushes, his skin feeling hotter. He knows it isn’t a big toy by any means, but he’s new to this.

“Well.. yeah. Just.. different, y’know?”

You nod, tracing circles into his flesh as your knees dig into the bed. “Mm. Getting fucked for the first time is a life changing experience.”

He offers a shaky laugh, his hole clenching down on the dildo, “Yeah, I can see why.” He murmurs, voice a bit breathless still. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it.”

“Mmmm..” You drag your free hand down to his hip, curling your fingers on his side, “I think you can. Can I move?”

He seems to think for a moment, but he trusts you. “Yeah. Yeah, you can move. Just, slow at first.”

You lean up, pressing your interlocked hands up beside his head instead, leaning in as if you want to kiss him. “I know, honey. Slow and steady.” Starting to pull back until just the head of the dildo is left inside, you roll your hips back in smoothly.

Rob gives a whimper, eyes fluttering as his body clenches to keep the toy inside him, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “God.. fuck.. that’s.. intense.” His free hand curls against the edge of the comforter, “I’m- I don’t know if I can.. I don’t-”

“Shh, stop overthinking it.” You scold quietly, bringing your hand off his hip and up to his cheek, cradling his jaw. You repeat the process, in, out, in, out. Nice and slow, just as he asked.

He’s trying not to get too into his head, trying to focus on enjoying the feeling rather than just freaking out. His breath comes in little pants now, little gasps and moans falling from his lips.

“God, I love those sounds.” You mutter, more to yourself. Your stomach tenses with the effort of thrusting into him, panties soaked with slick and uncomfortable between your thighs. His face is just so cute, eyes dazed, almost confused, that it makes the momentary feeling worth it.

His face goes darker at your words, a mix of shameful embarrassment and arousal. It’s one thing to know you’re enjoying a sexual act, obviously, but it’s another to hear you’re enjoying him. His free hand moves, grabbing onto your hip.

You twist your wrist, grabbing his hand off your waist and interlocking your fingers, mirroring your other hand to pin both up by his head. The action causes the dildo in him to push deeper, tilt downwards a little, your knees digging into the mattress.

Rob gasps, neck craning as he arches a little, knuckles going white with the grip he’s got on your hands. “Oh-” His eyes widen a little, “That- good.”

“‘s that good?” A smile works its way onto your face, nudging your nose against his before kissing his cheek and continuing to thrust against him.

“So good,” he babbles in response, his breath coming faster now. He turns his head to meet your lips, wanting a kiss. It’s a little clumsy, but he doesn’t care, he’s desperate for the affection.

Happily kissing him back, you take most of the control immediately. Your tongue licks over his, lips parting lips as your pace increases, hips smacking against his ass with a little slap sound.

He whimpers into your mouth, the noise swallowed and muffled by the kiss, fingertips pressing on the backs of your hands so hard they’ll probably be sore later. That odd, foreign feeling is quickly turning into intense pleasure, the slick smack of lube and the sensation of being stretched out on your cock making him drool against your lips. He has trouble keeping his eyes open, mumbling almost incoherently, “Feels- that feels so good.”

The sound he makes pulls a groan out of you, that little whimper pressing a certain button that you suddenly want to keep smashing your fist on. Pulling back and untangling your hands from his, you slip your cock from him and start to push his legs to the side. “On your front.”

He blinks, hesitating for a moment, breathless and trying to let his brain catch up to what’s happening. After a moment though he nods, rolling over and settling onto his knees and elbows.

“Like this..?”

“Fuck.” It’s muttered to yourself, scrambling between his legs again. Chilled hands find his ass, squeezing on the round globes bared before you before they massage up on his back, pushing his chest flush to the bed.

He whines a little, a small, short noise as he just lets it happen. “What- what are you doing?”

Leaning over to hold yourself up on one hand, the other drops below to ease the head of your cock back against his hole, the rim reddened from previous treatment. “I’m gonna fuck you.” You answer before pushing in, quicker than before in one smooth motion. Your hips meet his ass, and you give him no time to adjust this time before you’re thrusting, muscles tensing in your thighs and ass.

“Oh my God-” he gives a half strangled cry of pleasure, fingers grabbing at the pillow beneath his head as his hair falls into his eyes. This angle feels so much better, you reach deeper, just barely brush against the one spot that has him absolutely seeing stars. “Y/N! That’s- oh, fuck it feels good-”

Rob’s eyes fall closed, rolling back into his skull as he moans into the pillow, wetting the fabric of the pillowcase with drool. The sight and sheer pleasure you feel just from making him feel good has you groaning right back at him, both hands pressing onto his shoulders now, keeping him pinned. You want him to fall apart, to unravel him, and if the strained whimpers and moans he’s giving are anything to go by, you’re going in the right direction.

One of his hands reaches back, blindly trying to find something to grab onto to, blindly trying to find you. Rather than his shoulders, you grab onto them again to use his wrists as leverage, cunt clenching at the way his fingers curl on your wrist desperately. His aching cock dangles uselessly between his thighs, dripping a mess onto the comforter.

“Oh my God, oh my God-” He knows how you feel now, when he fucks you so good you just babble and cry his name, when you’re unable to string words together properly. He gets it, because all he can do now is eagerly take air into his lungs, arch his back to press into your thrusts, pitiful noises being punched out of him. He didn’t even know he could sound like that, wailing into the plush pillows as his girlfriend fucks him.

“Oh my God- please, please, please–”

You drape yourself over his back, hips rolling in hard as you pant by his shoulder, nuzzling his warm skin. “And what’re you beggin’ for?”

Rob’s response is a wordless whimper, his body jerking against yours. He doesn’t think he could form a coherent thought right now, doesn’t know why you even volunteered to do this for him if this is what getting fucked feels like. Why would you ever want to stop? His senses are tunnel visioned onto you and your cock.

You love listening to this. He’s falling apart beneath you, jolting, squirming, whining like a kicked puppy all from a few actions. His moans muffle halfway into the pillow, vibrating your front as you lay on his back. It boosts your ego, knowing you’re the one doing this to him, and knowing that no one ever will. He’ll never trust anyone the way he trusts you.

You press a little kiss on his shoulder blade before sitting upright again, tightening your grasp on his wrists and fucking into him harder now, yanking him back onto your dick.

“Ah!” His cry delves off into a stream of moans, each noise punched out of him in time with the smack of your hips. His eyes are wide and hazy, fixed on the white pillow case in front of him, lips parted to drool and groan.

Jesus, you’re gonna need to take pictures next time. You grunt with the effort of fucking him, stomach and thighs tensing and you silently praise his physique, knowing how hard and long he often fucks you. Your eyes spy the way his butt and the backs of his thighs are turning a bit pink from the impact, making your cheeks flush at the pretty sight.

Rob’s trembling, the sounds escaping him are primal whines and moans, detaching one hand to grasp at the pillows, blunt nails scratching on the fabric. Now with a hand free, you reach under him to find his cock, slick with pre and aching red, jerking him at the same pace of your hips.

“C’mon baby, I bet you’re close, huh?”

A cry is ripped from him, nodding eagerly, “So close,” he gasps, ragged, “so close, please, please.”

“Fuck, gimme it then.” You mutter, leaning down to kiss the middle of his back, the skin slightly tacky with sweat. You push your hips down, and the tip of your cock just barely brushes that spot again, that one that had him seeing stars and almost orgasming on the spot.

Rob sobs, probably not breathing as he cums. His hips jerk down, back arching, his cock oozing cum over your fingers and onto the comforter as pathetic whines fall from his lips. He can barely breathe, his body quickly going boneless and hyper sensitive, flopping onto his stomach fully.

You follow him, taking your sticky hand off his cock, panting softly yourself. He had let go of your wrist during his orgasm, so you use that hand to pet and rub over his back, cooing soft words.

“Easy.. easy, that’s good..”

He feels your lips on his skin, and he hums a little noise, sniffing. His fingers shake where they rest limply on the bed, eyes closed. “Fuck.”

You rasp a laugh, “Yeah? Y’okay? ‘m gonna pull out.”

“Mm..” He’s melting into the bed, grumbling something about being alright. Sitting upright on your knees and resting your hand on his butt, you slowly pull the toy out of him. It drags a whine from his throat, almost disappointed at the emptiness but he’s also extremely sensitive to the touch. Rob feels completely wrung out, his heart still pounding hard in his chest.

Fingertips press into the small of his back, massaging his muscles as he lays there, catching his breath, mind blurring. “Feel alright?”

An answering hum is what you get, deep inhales filling his chest as he nuzzles into the pillow, “Yeah. I’m fine, just..” he gives a little huff, shuddering again as he adjusts his hips. “That was intense.. don’ think I’ve ever felt like that before.”

That makes a grin spread on your face. He’s never good with words for the most part anyway, but to know he felt good and it was a completely new experience has your heart soaring, especially since he liked it so much.

A couple kisses find their home on his shoulder, then on his cheek, your nose bumping into his scruffy facial hair. “Feels pretty good bein’ on the receiving end, huh?”

Rob chuckles, smoothing a hand over his face as he peeks back at you. “Yeah.. I don’t think I’ll be able to move anytime soon though.”

“That’s okay.” You coo softly, endeared by his sheepish nature now. Your hand rubs into his shoulder with a bit more pressure now. “Let me get you some water, okay? I’ll be right back.”

He nods, a bit sluggish, and he doesn’t even realize you left until you’re already back in the room with a glass of water, a little bag of gummy candies and a wet washcloth. The harness and strap are discarded on the floor by your clothes, a task left for later on in the night after a nap.

“Think you can roll over?”

He lets out a little hum, eyes fluttering as he shifts. His muscles feel a bit like jelly, in a good way, as he rolls over. He’s got a mess of himself, cum smeared on his tummy and softened cock. The warm rag makes him flinch, whining softly as you wipe over his navel, his head lolling back onto the pillows.

“Gentle..”

“Shh, I know.” You’re careful, wiping off his cock and then moving down to his thighs. It pulls a little hiss from him as you clean the lube from his skin, from his hole, but other than that he stays quiet. “I’m gonna get a fresh blanket out, ‘kay handsome?”

He’s just so blissed out, all he can do is offer a tiny smile with a hum. You know exactly how he feels, knowing all the times Rob has cooed and coddled you whilst you’re off in another world after cumming one too many times. Tossing the rag with the dirty laundry, you pull the dirtied comforter from the bed and add it to the pile, instead getting a different blanket out of the closet and spreading it out over the bed and his legs.

“Why don’t you sit up a little, hon.” The suggestion has him shifting, slumping himself up against the headboard so he can accept the glass of water you hand him. A couple greedy gulps down and he sets it back on the nightstand, grabbing the little bag of candy as you climb into bed beside him. He makes easy work of tucking himself into your side, humming contentedly and sticking a cherry gummy in his mouth.

“Somebody’s tired, huh?” One arm wrapped around him, nails lightly scratching over his back, the other snakes into the bag to get a gummy for yourself.

A sleepy smile is on his lips, his head turning to press a kiss on your collarbone. “Mm, yeah. You wore me out, I don’t think I’m ever getting out of bed again. How do you do this so often?”

You snort a laugh, cradling his cheek with your other hand, thumb smoothing over his pink cheek. “Mmm, you’ll be okay. You just need a nice long nap and some cuddles, hm.”

He’s slowly coming back to his senses a bit more, snacking on the fruit flavored gummies and even feeding you a couple.

“You always know what I need.” He praises softly.

“Yeah,” you coo, “who doesn’t want candy after getting fucked?”

Rob barks a laugh at that, the sound rumbling in his chest. “True..”

“Naptime?” You suggest, popping another gummy into your mouth and then setting the bag aside.

“Mm. Naptime.” It’s an easy agreement to come to, considering he feels like he can’t even keep his eyes open any longer. Tugging the blanket up, you’re both skin to skin as he latches onto you like a little koala. “I love you.”

“Love you, honey, go to sleep, mm?” Your lips press to his forehead, leaving a couple kisses there.

“Mmmm. Wake me up in an hour… I wanna do that again.” He slurs, already falling asleep.

A laugh shakes your shoulders, rubbing his back affectionately, “Whatever you say.”

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[professorsparklepants]

One thing I find really funny about the Stark siblings is that you can very easily make them into a traditional fantasy ttrpg party.

Rob as a fighter

Jon as a ranger

Sansa as a bard

Arya as a rogue

Bran as a cleric and/or druid

Rickon as a barbarian

[girl4music]

Just read the ‘Last Chance’ script again.

It literally is a piece of femslash fanfiction.

It’s both a musical and a doppleganger episode and so you can only imagine the gay shenanigans that would happen between the lookalikes that are actual lovers.

From Xena Wiki. Source: https://warriorprincess.fandom.com/wiki/Last_Chance

“Scheduled for February 2001, but never shot. This was the infamous Sappho episode. Written by Robert Tapert and Melissa Good, it was to be directed by Mark Beesley. K.D. Lang apparently agreed to guest star.

Synopsis

Sometime during her life as a mortal, Aphrodite "stole" Sappho from the Muses because she wrote, like, such kickin' love poetry. The Muses got back at Aphrodite for the "kidnapping" by casting a spell on Aphrodite's son. The spell was one of celibacy, which, of course, is a major bummer for Aphrodite. Aphrodite decides to get her son "un-celibate" by getting him to go to Lesbos to groove on some Sappho love poetry.

The problem is that Sappho (Renee) has "lost the muse". She and her partner (in *every* sense) Morai (Lucy) have been fighting a great deal. Having creative differences, in other words. Sappho hasn't been giving Morai enough credit in the partnership, and in the end, Morai (a meek woman) leaves, during the time that they're getting ready to put on a play called "Love Bites".

Aphrodite, seeing her plans for her son going seriously awry, goes to two people she hopes will help her. Xena and Gabrielle. She breaks in on a jam session with Xena and Gabrielle. Gabrielle is trying to write a song, and Xena keeps on putting her two cents in. Gabrielle finally asks Xena to just shut up and sing it already. And we hear the first lines of Last Dance.

Aphrodite "pops in", interrupting them. She then asks them if they'd fill in briefly for Sappho and Morai while she goes after the two to try and get them back together. After a few moments, Xena and Gabrielle agree to Aphrodite's scheme, and travel to Lesbos.

They get there, and of course, everyone mistakes Gabrielle for Sappho, and ignore Xena (masquerading as the meek and mild Morai). The play is down to the last moments, almost ready to be put on, but the ending isn't even done. Xena and Gabrielle need to stall until Aphrodite can get the real Sappho and Morai back so that they can finish the play that she hopes will break her son's celibate spell.

Mistaken identity hijinx ensue, with Gabrielle loving the accolades and Xena getting more and more pissed off because people are treating her like a somewhat brain damaged dog. Xena and Gabrielle get into a small (minor) tiff because Xena is upset, but eventually things get back to "normal".

Meanwhile Sappho and Morai have taken a canoe/camping trip into nature in order to work out the kinks and get the muse back so they can finish the play. Unfortunately, that flops, as does the canoe, so Sappho and Morai wind up back at Sappho's home, where they run into, literally, Xena and Gabrielle. However, it's kinda funny the way it happens.

See, Xena, walks into Sappho's boudoir thinking Sappho is Gabrielle. Sappho is instantly entranced by Xena's bearing, and *especially* her leather. Xena is a bit taken aback by Gabrielle's forwardness, especially since they've just had another small arguement and Xena left the party.

Meanwhile, the REAL Gabrielle is in another room when Morai comes in (thinking it's Sappho) and wanting to make up with her partner. She takes off Gabrielle's boots and offers to read her some poetry before they go to bed. Poetry? Gabrielle wants to know where Xena (who she thinks Morai is) got the henbane and how much did she take?

Both sets of doubles eventually find out that they're not who the other thinks they are, and all four collide in the hallway outside the bedroom. After the surprised introductions are over, Sappho offers to have Xena (who she REALLY likes) and Gabrielle to share the bed with she and Morai. Gabrielle declines and Xena and Gabrielle go into Sappho's workroom, where they settle down for some "pillow talk". (In the script, and yes, they're sharing a bed).

They each talk about how they knew the double wasn't who they thought they were after a short time and then go to sleep. Xena wants to leave, figuring that with Sappho and Morai back, their mission is done, but Aphrodite convinces them to stay on a bit longer. Which is a good thing, because Sappho and Morai argue again and Morai runs away.

The play is ready to go on with Senhel and Avian in attendance, but without Morai (who is playing several parts), what can be done? In steps Xena to fill Morai's spot while Gabrielle runs off to find the runaway poet and to convince her to return to Sappho's side.

Then the Donkey Show part of this ensues, with all the disco tunes you heard about. It's as confusing as the real Donkey Show is, and I really can't do it justice, but basically it's about three couples (each played by Lucy and Renee) some who love each other, some who want one but the other doesn't want them back.

Aphrodite thinks this play, sampling the "many flavors of looooove" is just the ticket to get Senhel to see the error of his ways. They start out, but at first, Sappho is upset because while she *really* likes Xena, the reverse isn't true. Xena's not interested, and Sappho thinks she's falling down on the convincing job (to the audience).

They go along in the play and Aphrodite pops in again, and sees that her son is completely unmoved. Morai (who really DOES love Sappho) still isn't back yet, so Aphrodite pleads with Xena to "please, just fake it" with Sappho so that Senhel will get the picture. Faced with the alternative (failure) Xena decides to "fake it" and starts becoming more steamy with Sappho during the songs such as "Love to Love You Baby", "Knock on Wood", "Don't Leave Me This Way" and the like.

Gabrielle, meanwhile, has convinced Morai to give Sappho one more try, and brings her back to the playhouse just in time to see Xena pin Sappho to a set piece on stage and kiss the living daylights out of her. Morai is upset. Gabrielle is kinda upset. Senhel is falling asleep (because, obviously, what's going on up on stage is not love, just lust).

Morai begins to sing "I Will Survive" to Sappho and then leaves. Gabrielle leaves with her. The audience begins to leave.

"WAIT!" shouts Xena, and tosses her chakram to close the doors to keep the audience from leaving. Then she begins to sing, to Gabrielle, the song they wrote together. Which, of course, is Last Dance. As she hears it, Gabrielle stops. Then turns. Then, as Xena continues to sing, she begins to approach Xena until they wind up holding hands and looking into each other's eyes.

Then, as the song fades, they hug. Then they look over at Senhel, who is STILL unmoved. So then, and this is from the script:

“Xena and Gabrielle kiss with deep and sincere passion.” Everyone stares, entranced.

When they finally come up for air, Senhel is on the floor, the spell broken because he has finally seen true love. As the song begins again, Avain kisses Senhel, Morai kisses Sappho, and everyone is happy again.”

[duelistkingdom]

the worst part is i can't even say he's wrong. they certainly did figure out how to contribute the city by joining the wrgp. but like. this is one of those things where it literally does not make sense. this is insane levels of logic. "we're not sure how to contribute to the city. we think entering a magic the gathering tournament will help." like. imagine saying that fr when your parents ask what you're going to do after you graduate college. "idk. thought i'd play card games and figure it out, man"

[vikingpoteto]

thinking about mk11 subscorp. Imagine how Kuai Liang felt when his Hanzo didn’t come back and it was past Scorp that joined them at the end. Hanzo asked him to go ahead and leave first, but maybe he wouldn't have been killed if Kuai Liang stayed. Imagine what Kuai Liang thought, looking at the much younger version of Hanzo now at their side. It's Hanzo, yes, but not his Hanzo. This Scorpion doesnt remember their relationship and the years of mutual trust and respect they built. He wasn’t the one that stood by Kuai Liang and promised they would avenge the loss of the Lin Kuei together. Kuai Liang's Hanzo was gone and he had to deal with it by himself.

[its-me-seven-eleven]

update: he got out

[viiridiangreen]

[the-dormant-ocean]

In the French subtitles, when asked "Hey, look what you've done" Lucci answers "Mind your own business", which I find so fucking funny. It's such a dumb thing to say when the entire Enies Lobby arc happened because Luffy wouldn't mind his own business and Lucci should know that because he was fucking there.

[before-the-black-pearl]

hi! sorry to bother you but i’ve just come across this blog and it’s an absolute godsend!

i used to read the YJS books as a kid and now i’m in the process of trying to own them all. the one book that i can’t seem to get a hold of is poseidon’s peak. i can’t remember what happens in it and can’t find the book online anywhere (even the internet archive doesn’t have it!) do you happen to know the story of that book?

also thank you for your content in keeping the 20-ish of us fed 🙏

Glad you like my blog! I’m always excited to see more YJS fans!! 😍

I do have book 11 and I had been meaning to post it online for years. Sorry y’all 😆

That book is super rare and expensive now because it’s out of print. I plan on archiving books 10-12 online when RenFaire season is over. Current technology makes scanning that stuff a lot easier!

[queermycelium]

Cringetober day 17 - Anime Screenshot

I know I haven't posted most of these on here, might correct that by the end. But this one I am way too proud of NOT to show here.

I have always been Normal about Digimon, Wizardmon, and Season 1 Episode 34 The Eight Child Revealed. There is no evidence to the contrary. You cannot prove otherwise.

[doing-something-unholy]

A little unscripted improv about Father Adrian getting fucked <3

If hearing me moan turns you on, it sounds like you have some sins to confess, and I'd love to hear about it~

[earth-realmed]

i have an ongoing love/hate relationship with that one mk3 cosmetic bi-han has because he looks so good in it but its literally supposed to be kuai liang. why didnt we get it for him in mk11.

[daddy-ul]

(x)

[necromancelena]

Review of the movie mayhaps?

It was really good! I'm gonna ruminate on it for the night before saying anything more in depth because i have post theater migraine though.

[russilton]

it's wild to me that lewis thinks george is so young... i am assuming ur having an interesting reaction to this news mark

I have been in and out of mental focus all day- so I had a long waffle about why lewis prob answered how he did and then read it back n realised it’s super boring and who cares lol.

I just like that he held his n Georges names til last like “here’s me I go here- oh shit I gotta put George on the board now- fuck I didn’t leave space- Ah fuck it”

Smooth, Sir Hamilton, none of us can tell who ur special little guy is, ur so mysterious.

It’s fine, he doesn’t need to know anyone’s ages his teammate is Mr “has clearly done extensive mental age gap math in his head”

Look at him he’s so proud of himself.

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

since i seem to be becoming a titanic guy, ive decided to just lean into it and explain the best i can, in laymans terms, what happened to titan and why the design had been criticised by experts in the deep-sea diving community. 

i will preface this with the fact that im not an engineer. i have a psychology degree so this is not in my wheelhouse; im simply attempting to relay the information that has been made public in a more layman-friendly way. if i get anything wrong, please correct me.

a second preface is that quite a lot of this post is relying on oceanliner design’s video on this topic. though hes less critical of oceangate than i am, mike does a great job of breaking everything down so anyone can understand it. [any statements i make without listing a source are likely to be information from this video]

so with that out of the way, lets jump into it:

first, lets talk about what titan was. ive seen it described as a submarine by many people and im pretty sure ive also described it as such, but titan was a deep-sea submersible with a guiding philosophy of simplicity.

whats the difference between them?

submarines are self-independent vehicles meaning they do not rely on exterior support.

meanwhile, submersibles can submerge and can act independently to an extent, they primarily rely on exterior support such as being tethered to the mother-ship, or in titans case, receiving navigational inputs from said ship.

and here we meet our first bit of criticism; almost all other submersibles do not rely on external navigational inputs. they have their own equipment and systems for this. it may seem trivial, but as oceanographer peter girguis points out, these systems are as important for navigation as they are for the safety of the crew. [x]

when you are in water that deep, you need to know your exact position and be in constant contact with the mother ship. and its not as if oceangate did not have access to this technology, the beacons they use are commercially available. instead, they relied on short texts as a form of communication which is simply unacceptable. the submersible limiting factor has real-time verbal communication between those in the sub and those on the mother ship on dives 27,000 feet deeper than the titanic wreck.

“titan [did] not appear to have some of the other kinds of sensors, beacons and other systems that we use in research, that are also important just to maintain contact.”

“titan was not designed with research in mind.”

most deep-sea submersible designs are based around the design for the dsv alvin as it was one of the first of its kind. you might ask why its alvin that designs are based around and not another. well that would be because alvin was launched in 1964 and is still in use today and has completed over 5000 dives.

and this is why so many in the deep-sea submersible community are so outraged at titans design. titan was around 5 or 6 years old when it imploded; alvin is 59 this year. we have the technology to create submersibles like alvin or limiting factor that are arguably safer to be in than on the deck of a ship [x]; this disaster should never have fucking happened.

okay, so now lets move onto the actual design of titan which differs very much to most other deep-sea submersible and this is not a good thing. the reason most designs are so similar is because these features have been shown time and time again to be safe. again, ill refer to what peter girguis stated:

anyway, ill get back on topic. this is alvins design:

alvins pressure vessel is a large sphere with titanium walls that are 2 inches or 5cm thick. titanium is used as it is a very strong metal as whathisname from 2012 sang about, and a sphere is used because its the best shape for equally distributing pressure. when designing these vessels, you do not want any areas where pressure can build up and a sphere does not have any; the entire structure reinforces itself.

unlike literally every other deep-sea submersible, titans pressure vessel was not a sphere and not made of titanium, rather it was cylindrical with two hemisphere on either side and was built out of carbon fiber. see the shape below:

the important part is the big circle labelled “personal sphere”. this is called the pressure vessel and is where crew and any equipment needing protection from the water pressure reside. this vessel needs to be able to withstand around 6000 pounds or 3 tonnes of pressure per square inch, which is about 400 times the pressure on the surface.

if they had followed previous designs, they would have had to make a much larger sphere in order to fit everyone. but the bigger you make your sphere, the weaker it becomes so you then have to use thicker walls, and all of this makes the pressure vessel much heavier. and this is where youd run into problems because the submersible still needs to be able to plucked from the ocean at the end of the trip and to power itself in the water. the heavier it is, the harder this becomes.

first, well address the shape. as the design philosophy of titan was so that it could carry up to 6 passengers, it would have been very difficult for the pressure vessel to be shaped as a sphere. alvin, in comparison, can only fit three crew and equipment.

so instead, they chose a cylinder. this is not a terrible choice by itself. it is preferable to use round shapes in high-pressure environments as pressure builds up in corners, especially right angles. if youve ever wondered why plane windows have round corners, its because the square windows on the de havilland comet (the worlds first jetliner) gave areas where pressure could build up and caused the jet to suffer a series of explosive decompressions. it crashed many times. [x]

now, well get into where the design really has problems: the materials used. as i mentioned, the majority of the pressure vessel was made of carbon fiber. the ceo of oceangate, stockton rush, believed that carbon fiber would have a better strength-to-buoyancy ratio than titanium, and this was one reason why it was chosen. [x]

so in terms of shape, its not the worst choice. it is much preferable to use a sphere as a cylinder is not as adept at equally distributing pressure, but their choice was at least logical.

on the end of the cylinder, there were two titanium rings bonded to the carbon fiber hull (though the method of bonding is not publicly available), and these rings were then bolted to two titanium hemispheres. now, you might notice that titan does have four right angles in the pressure vessels, but these are within the vessel so as long as no pressure can get into vessel, these are fine.

the problem with this is that carbon fiber is an experimental material that has not been fully evaluated. stockton rush was very aware of this as he was repeatedly warned by many experts in the field, including deep-sea exploration specialist rob mccallum who stated that:

“that carbon fibre is not an acceptable material”

if this occurs, not only do the gaps give areas for pressure to build, the pressure vessel becomes much weaker, and runs the risk of failing as happened. this risk only gets worse when you decide to use expired carbon fiber.

now, you might be saying “kai, you literally told us earlier that they did use titanium” and if you are, A+ to you my friend, youve led us straight onto another problem with the design of the titan: using multiple materials.

one major concern about the carbon fiber for the hull is that it had to be layered up and cured in between until the hull was 12.7cm or 7 inches thick. these layers cause a problem that titanium does not have; there is a risk of de-lamination, aka the layers separating. as previously stated, the titan was several years old so it had already gone through many pressurisations and dive cycles which all run the risk of de-laminating the hull.

and this, ladies and gentleman and those of us past that stage, is why deep-sea submersibles use titanium not carbon fiber.

by designing titan like this, stockton rush strayed ridiculously far away from any other designs which have been tested and shown to work. the submersible was not safe to travel on, especially so far down to be able to visit the titanic wreck. as rob mccallum states:

you just dont do it. by introducing areas where multiple materials meet, you are introducing potential points of failure because well done, stockton, youve introduced yet another area where pressure can build up.

“[titan] was the only submersible in the world doing commercial work that was unclassed. it was not certified by an independent agency.”

in fact, it makes sense to go through the process because you then know that your vessel is safe and idk, its probably better for marketing if your vessel has been certified as safe.

mccallum goes on to describe stockton as a “maverick entrepreneur” who wanted to think outside of the box even when it comes to things like the rules of physics or tried and true engineering principles.

and im sure we can all guess why. it wouldnt have passed and the company has recognised that the design lays outside of the accepted system. though its not a mandatory process even though it really fucking should be, theres no reason to not let your vessels be examined by a marine organisation.

we know that the hull was breached. we know this as one of the very few safety features aboard titan was something known as a “real-time hull health monitoring system” or an rtm. [x]

and he is completely right because what happened to the titan showed how the design of it was so flawed. [x]

“if you steer away from sound engineering principles, which are all based on hard won experience, there is a price to pay, and its a terrible price”

this did what it said on the tin and it did before the catastrophic implosion of titan. when the rtm picked up on too much strain on the hull, it sounded an alarm as a warning. those on board were prepped so they knew what this meant so they used one of the other few safety features on the sub: dropping the ballasts.

ballasts are heavy material gathered in the bottom of a ship or vessel to help stabilise the ship. you use them in order to stop a ship from becoming top-heavy as a top-heavy ship is much more likely to capsize; see the ss principessa jolanda that sank at launch as she launched with all her fittings completed and empty ballasts, causing the center of gravity to be too high. some ships have port and starboard (left and right) water ballasts and if theyre listing dangerously to one side, they can release the water in that ballast to attempt to stabilise the ship.

this, again, is an area of criticism as most submersibles have multiple features that can be used in an emergency. marine geologist, chris goldfinger points out that most submersibles have multiple ways of self-rescue, such as detaching the pressure vessel from the sub itself. [x]

in the case of the titan, dropping the ballasts was the only way the ship could surface in an emergency. it appears that those on board attempted to do so, but did not surface quick enough to avoid catastrophe.

“[titan did not have] nearly that much redundancy and self-rescue capability."

“im concerned that they [oceangate] overlooked some of the features that we build into research submersibles, because they struck [the builders] as costly or unnecessary, or uninteresting. a lot of those features that we see across submersibles have evolved over decades, precisely because they work, and because we know it increases safety for the crew.”

"i have grown tired of industry players who try to use a safety argument to stop innovation"

hes also stated that titan was underprepared which most experts in the field agree with, such as girguis who stated that:

and we know that stockton rush was aware of all these issues; email exchanges show that people at the company came to him with concerns, but he brushed them away. instead, we have statements from him like:

he heard warnings from employees and from deep-sea submersible experts, and a former employee david lochridge alleged in a counterclaim lawsuit in 2018 that he was fired for raising concerns over quality control and testing of potential flaws. [x]

keep in mind that oceangate originally sued him for breach of contract because he brought all of his concerns to osha because he was that concerned. though, this was settled out of court, it clearly shows that this disaster was years in the making.

“it was only a matter of time before they killed somebody.”

as victor vescovo stated: