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i need to know ur opinions on tashi x marty

i’ve never seen challengers but i support any timdaya ship lol

for the rockmargy. Thank you.

Forever

Do somwthing with marty please anything youre my only hope. Anything please.

damn alright 💔 uhhhhh lately i’ve been on mean femdom kaymarty. everyone thinks milton is the one who’s breaking his spirit, but i think milton mostly fucks marty rough and spanks him here and there. he’s a busy man who doesn’t have time for bullshit outside of when he needs marty to service him. kay, on the other hand, is lonely, retired, missing her dead son, and not receiving any attention from her husband of 30 something years. marty’s mooching off of them, so he thinks he can get away with fucking kay every other day to keep on her good side.

that’s where he’s wrong. kay begins to experiment with marty, starts to edge more into dominant territory. she’s very obsessed with playing the enforcer in his life. milton spanks but doesn’t do anything to make sure marty behaves. kay, on the other hand, will find ways to make his life miserable. when milton gives him a spanking, he gives marty time to conduct himself and wipe his tears away. kay, on the other hand, makes him kneel in the corner, heels digging into his sore ass. he’s not allotted time to recover outside of that. as soon as he apologizes, he’s expected to get up and keep moving.

if she’s feeling nice, though, she’ll break him by dehumanizing him. kay will pull her breast out and have marty suckle while tears roll down his cheeks, rub lotion to temporarily cool the searing pain in his skin, only to circle a well manicured finger around his hole, leaving him aroused and embarrassed, things like that.

marty begins to dread fucking her, knowing she’ll make him feel like a dumb boy rather than a used condom like milton does.

#kaymarty #marty mauser #marty supreme #milton rockwell #rockmarty #rockmarkay

Looove your sub Marty posts!!! I’m so stuck on the idea of him getting off on being his partner’s personal ashtray

His inner thighs covered in burns, the scent of smoke making him tense, his lip trembling instinctively when he sees a cigarette burn down to the filter…

ooh yes please! we need more of this, actually.

and thank you! i try haha.

marty watching his partner light up, maybe he’s palming at himself or unzipping his slacks. he keeps careful watch on how low the cig gets so he can time it right before asking if they can put it out on him. they eventually get into a routine, with marty pulling his pants down or forgoing them entirely when they’re home, alone. he’ll be in nothing but an undershirt, boxers, and his socks and garters. he spreads his legs open and tenses up before wincing and letting out a quiet, “thank you.”

at first, he hated it! he didn’t want anything to do with his partner smoking until he watched them bitch about a lack of an ashtray and joke. “maybe i should start putting these out on you. you’d probably like that,” they’d say as they crush the embers under their shoe. marty wishes he would’ve spoken up when he sees the way it extinguishes so quickly. then he gets a bit angry. how dare they assume he’s into pain? he’s not into pain! …okay, well, maybe a little. maybe he’s into being spanked, but spanking and burns are two different things!

the next time they’re standing outside, smoking, his partner flicks the ash and sighs before taking another hit. marty decides he’ll do it this time. just before they put the cig out, he grabs their wrist and asks, “could you… put it out on me? i mean, you know, so you don’t ruin your shoes.” his partner stares at him like he’s insane, but they drive the butt into his forearm and marty hisses. he hates it so much! it hurts! why did he think to ask?!

marty yanks his arm away and sniffles. “what the fuck, that hurt!” he seems genuinely hurt, but the tent in his pants tells otherwise. neither of them speak of that day again, but at some point it becomes normal. marty starts surprising his partner with cigs, asking if they can smoke while they’re fucking, just wanting to get as close to the pain as he can. he likes the way the tension builds! it makes him scared!

i think he’d like it better than anticipated.

#smoking #burns #pain #marty #marty supreme #marty mauser #marty mauser x reader #sorta?

amelialax-deactivated20251220

he's so prettyyy (i wanna edge him for hours)

thinking abt dadson rockmarty again. marty nearly knocking his bedroom door down to tell him he had a nightmare. maybe he’s crying, maybe he’s bullshitting, milton can’t tell because his glasses are off and the room is too dark. so he sits on the side of the bed, turns a lamp on, and pats his lap, tells marty “come sit in my lap and tell me what’s wrong, son.” marty, who’s all too familiar with this routine, drops his pajama bottoms and waits for that guiding hand to move his hips around until he’s being pushed down. marty reaches back and spreads himself open and feels himself stretch around milton’s cock.

marty starts to ride milton, back still facing milton because he’s too teary eyed to face him. milton grabs his hips and shoves him all the way down on his cock. marty lets out a yelp as milton commands, “tell me or i won’t play with you anymore. should i get the paddle?”

marty squirms and lets out a quiet, “no,” although his body tensing up is proof enough that milton’s threat worked. milton finds out it was another run of the mill dream, how he failed the tournament again and he had to quit table tennis. milton finds that he hates hearing about marty’s nightmares of failing at ping pong of all things, but it’s the only time marty wants to “play” with his daddy and be a good son.

once marty’s shed every tear, groaned every complaint in the book, even asked milton if he was still lovable if he didn’t fulfill his purpose, milton thrusts up and marty whines. he begins to ride milton again, his hips aching from milton’s grip. he’s already forgotten all about his potential failure at table tennis; all he feels right now is the love any dad feels for his son. some dads kiss it better, some play a game of catch to distract, while others shove their cock inside their son’s ass and watch them spill their seed inside the front of their pajama pants.

when milton cums inside marty, he pushes two fingers inside marty’s hole, as if to shove his cum further up inside marty. “there,” milton says. he wipes his hand on marty’s pants as he pulls them back up. “keep my seed inside of you and you shouldn’t have that bad dream again,” milton promises. he watches marty struggle to stand normally, his legs pressed together oddly tight. “okay daddy,” marty starts. he presses a hand to his stomach, as if to feel for milton’s cum externally. he looks up, tear stained cheeks now flushed with arousal. “and in the morning i can clean it out?” he asks. milton nods and pats his thigh. “yes, do whatever you want then. now get to bed, marty, i have more important things to handle in the morning.”

#rockmarty #fauxcest #dadson #yayayayayy

hiiii sorry for not posting for a million years, i accidentally forgot i had this…. el oh el

agghhhh kletzer mpreg my beloved…. marty thinking his career is over, but béla insists that he’ll help conceal the pregnancy and monitor his practice so he can compete in the championships next month. when he starts showing, marty bursts into tears because now everyone will know the truth. he’s so scared they’ll ban him from competing because he won while pregnant, but béla has to reassure him through gentle kisses and soothing sounds that the IATT doesn’t need to know. béla knows he’s the father, but doesn’t run like the others have before. they decorate the guest room in soft blues and yellows. marty cries every week wondering if he’ll live through the same shit his mother did, wonders if he’ll raise the baby alone and be forced to look at them with disdain for being the reason their father left. every week, béla wipes those tears away and rocks marty side to side to console him, tells him he won’t leave so long as he’s alive, even asks marty if he wants to get married if that’ll make him feel better. marty, in shock, cries harder because his father never even bothered to ask his mother to marry him, merely forced her into marriage so no one would judge him for knocking an 18 year old up fresh out of high school. he gets this choice, gets to choose what he does with his life, gets to fulfill his dreams like his mother never could, and it’s all because he won the draw of the lottery with his lover.

#this isn’t nsfw but i can’t put it on my main bc i don’t want my irls thinking im insane #kletzer #béla kletzki #bela kletzki #marty mauser #marty supreme

chaoticneutralcunt

i truly believe now more than ever we need men on their knees with their hands tied behind their back with their cock and balls out

i posted a shortened version of this on twt, so i’ll post the longer one here.

kay and milton go on a trip for rockwell ink but leave marty to his own devices since they don’t have time to wrangle him, too. he’s allowed to stay in their home and eat whatever the cook makes for him (he never, ever gets a say in what he’s made; they already know his dietary restrictions, so it’s not like he can skirt around eating something with a good excuse!), sleep as much as he wants, go anywhere he wants to on his allowance.

but wild parties and staying up aren’t what marty wants. he calls kay up begging her to talk to him while he masturbates, and she obliges. it’s only right a mommy takes care of her baby boy when he really needs it, even when he’s halfway across the world. marty lets it slip that he doesn’t want her to let him cum just yet. he wants her to tell him “no” every time he tries to cum. kay obliges and makes him stop touching himself every time he gets close. marty curses her out and begs and begs to cum the longer they go on. it feels like eons, but it’s only been thirty minutes. it gets to a point marty drops the big boy persona and starts whimpering and mumbling, “mommy, please let me cum, let me cum, it hurts so bad if i don’t, i’ll be a good boy, mommy. mommy, pleaseeeeee” and after so long, kay relents because she thinks his begging is cute (and she’ll replay this moment in her head later when she’s masturbating in bed while milton showers). marty hesitates, thinks she’s trying to trap him, but when kay insists she means it, marty lets out a pathetic whine over the phone before bursting into tears as soon as it’s over (he always has to cry when i write marty porn—you know this! it’s fun seeing him cry!).

kay hangs up calm and level headed so marty doesn’t garner that she’s going to get off to the thought of him humping the air and his dick twitching frustratedly.

#kaymarty #edging

marty getting high at a party and before he even realizes it, everyone starts looking at him a certain way once he’s quiet and not provoking anyone. he thinks they’re thankful he’s leaving them alone until someone reaches over and squeezes his thigh. marty watches as the hand travels upwards and towards his clothed dick before palming him through his slacks. marty tries to grab onto their arm, but someone’s already yanking his arms behind his back and tying them up. as soon as he’s restrained, they flip marty over onto his stomach, and because he smoked too much in combination with the alcohol, he’s too slow to respond. all he does is whimper when he feels someone unbuckle his pants and pull everything down in one motion. his cock springs out, half hard, and poor marty can’t even give an excuse why. he’s so fucked up, the poor thing just turns his head and presses it into the cushion of the sofa. time flies by in a blur for him, and by the end of the night he’s so full of other men’s cum that he’s actually leaking. but aftercare isn’t something his friends are thinking of. all they do is spread him open and use the others’ cum as lube. when everyone’s had their fill, they don’t even bother to clean marty up, they just pull his pants back up and leave him to grind against the sofa, still high and cock hard.

#is this anything idk #intoxication play

please come back i miss u

i’ve got a research proposal for my term paper due tn i’m sorryyyyyyyyy. i’m still working on ch.3 of temporary secretary and another fic im submitting for a fan project, if that’s any consolation :,) life’s just been very busy and it’s not easy updating every single blog/social platform of mine on top of grad school, work, and writing. i promise i’ll post more soon, i just really need to get some pressing things out of the way and then i’ll be back on my schedule, im sorry!