“I avoid myself. Why? I’m afraid. Okay. Afraid of what? Finding too much, too little, nothing at all? Do I even exist? See me. Elliot Alderson. I am here. Now I’m gone.” Rami Malek as Elliot Alderson in Mr. Robot (2015-)
Clarke makes the decision to put Bellamy on the list, and then he makes the same decision for her. This is a real shift in what they’ve been like previously. It was quite an important scene, a new level of understanding and growth in their relationship.
“I find that as I work on details [of the space program]—literally working out the problems of a lunar expedition—the whole mission becomes more real to me and less of an adventure into the unknown. Here we are rehearsing it, living it every day. Now, when I look at the moon at night, it seems more familiar to me. And sometimes I find myself thinking about the lunar surface and picture it just as though I were about to land there.”
“Jesus fucking hell, Ale. Where do I even begin? You are well aware of what you mean to me, putting it in words is going to be hard, especially because you know how I hate expressing feelings.
Ale, you are, without a doubt, one of the best people I have ever had the luck to meet. I am pretty sure that ever since I texted you for the very first time we have never stopped talking. In you, I found one of the most amazing friends ever, you were there for me throughout one of the hardest moments of my entire life, and you always managed to make things better or to make me laugh.
Also, you have probably the biggest collection of selfies I took while on the toilet, so I think that explains how much you mean to me, I mean, you can make a photo album with those, and who wouldn’t want that? For real though, Ale, you are my chicken nugget, the person I spam almost every day, one of my closest friends and just overall amazing.
Happy birthday, Ale, hope you spend the most amazing day ever because you really deserve it. And, I promise, one day I will let you put makeup on me, you can consider this a voucher for when you’re here.
Hope we can keep having our portuguese wars for a long long time, even though it’s a war pt-portuguese definitely wins. I love you, Ale. Thank you. For being you, for always being there, for existing. Just… obrigada por tudo aquilo que alguma vez fizeste por mim. So, once again, happy birthday, my dear friend. Have a good one.”
Providing a glimpse into how Gemini 7 would end up, Frank Borman cruelly shoves Jim Lovell off the back of the parachute training truck. Elliot See tattles on him to Al Shepard, who looks amused. Tom Stafford hates bullies, and is on his way to punch Borman in the throat for his behavior.
Scott Carpenter, meanwhile, sizes the megaphone up to steal it later.
Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?
OH YA’LL THOUGHT I WAS DONE? YA’LL THOUGHT I WASN’T GONNA POST NO VDAY NASTINESS? WELL YOU WAS WRROOOOOONNNNGGGG!
Request: The way you write dom Elliot is just.. holy shit so good!! A fic with
some heavy choking and just general rough sex would be A+ tbh
Thank you babe!!! This request was A+ tbh, love me some heavy choking and rough
sex so I probably got carried away with this one. ENJOY LOVES
was kind of a part 2 to yes sir?? I just thought it would carry on nicely from
Breath play, rough sex, daddy/sir kink, the usual. Idrk what came over me
during the creation of this particularly nasty piece.
Since the evening
you and Elliot first had sex, things had been different. He was more
comfortable around you, more open, casual touching was now something he was
slowly becoming at ease with. It seemed the experience had melted away a lot of
his insecurities regarding your relationship, although he was still awkward and
improvements were welcome ones, but your favourite improvement was the texts
you’d receive from Elliot while at work.
‘Thinking about you. Come over after work.’
You would blush like a schoolgirl, and for the rest of the day he was all you
could think about. No one could make you cum like Elliot did, no one could make
you see stars like Elliot did, and no one could leave you in the heavenly state
of satisfaction that Elliot did.
different ways of tying you up, varying the kinds of knots he used and
restraining you in delicious new positions. Sometimes he used toys, sometimes
he simply utilized his sinfully talented mouth and hands. You’d had sex in just
about every part of his apartment, minus one place. His sacred place. The place
you wouldn’t dare touch, let alone have sex in.
His computer desk.
But there was one
big problem with this unspoken restriction. The fact that it was forbidden in a
sense only made you want to do it more, made you want to desecrate it, tie
filthy memories all over it in the same way you had the rest of his home.
However, you had no idea how to propose this to Elliot. You assumed since he’d
never suggested it himself, and his protectiveness over that desk, that he
would be against it.
The part of you
that deeply respected Elliot’s personal and private space was fine with it and
understood, but the part of you that needed Elliot anywhere and any way you
could have him desperately wanted to ignore the former. You resigned yourself
to the conclusion that you’d never know until you plucked up the courage to
In fact, you were
going over to Elliot’s apartment tonight. The pair of you planned on getting
takeout and spending the night together. You decided you would gauge his mood,
maybe ask him depending on how relaxed he seemed. It was tricky territory, and
the thought of him getting mad made you nervous. You were never sure what
exactly would make him angry, but you’d seen him furious before and did not
want to be on the receiving end.
Your shift drags
almost painfully, just as it always does when you have plans to see Elliot. You
check the time obsessively, hoping a significant amount of time will have
passed, until the golden hour arrives. Five o’clock. You’re a little shaky,
having spent most of your time at work running over scenarios in your head of
how Elliot might receive your proposition.
Despite this, you
pack up your things, stop by the employee bathroom on the way out to check your
makeup, then leave the building. You spend the entire subway ride fidgeting,
getting turned on at the mere thought of what was waiting for you at the end of
it. Elliot has a hold on you that you’ve never experienced before. He could
cross your mind innocently and have your thighs clenching.
You left the
underground and powerwalked to Elliot’s apartment. You’d dressed nicer than
usual to work; you were feeling confident. Your hair done just the way that
frames your face best and your favourite office outfit that fits you so well it
makes your colleagues do a double take.
Once in the lobby
of his apartment building, you take your heels out of your bag and change back
into them from the flats you use to commute. Only then do you ascend the
stairs, ready to tempt Elliot for all you were worth. Your nerves resurface
when you reach his apartment door.
You nudge the door
slightly and find it unlocked, you smile to yourself. Taking a breath, you push
the door open and walk in.
“El?” You call
“In here.” His low
voice responds. Your footsteps are slow as you approach him, to your delight,
he’s seated at his desk typing away.
You make a daring
move, resting your hands on his shoulders. Hovering them above before actually
placing them on him so as to warn him, to give him a chance to refuse the contact.
Your chest warms at the way he leans in ever so slightly into your hands.
“Hard at work?”
You ask, the smile audible in your voice.
You see the side
of his cheek pull back in a half smile. He finishes whatever it is he’s typing
and turns to look up at you. You watch as his eyes rove appreciatively down
your body. He wets his lips subconsciously.
“You look good.”
“I might have made
a little more of an effort today.” You tease.
“Why’s that?” To
someone who didn’t know Elliot as well as you do, it would appear he hadn’t got
the hint at all, but you knew he was playing along. It excited you.
“I had an
important meeting today.” You smirk. He cocks an eyebrow.
“Whoever it was
with was lucky.”
You round his
chair, going to stand in front of him. You lean against his desk experimentally,
crossing your legs at the ankles and placing your hands behind you. You gauge
his reaction, he seems more occupied by you than you touching his desk.
“He’s a pretty
influential guy. Good looking too.” You explain, enjoying this little roleplay
the two of you have going on.
“I’m sure he
thought the same about you.” Your thighs clench at this.
“I might have even
made a move on him if the circumstances weren’t so professional.” You flirt.
“I doubt he’d have
turned you down, regardless of professionalism.” Elliot’s words were such a
contrast to the monotonous voice he said them in, the ambiguity of his manner
of speech was strangely exciting.
“Oh really.” You
muse, uncrossing your legs so that your skirt hiked up a little. You spot the
way Elliot’s hands twitch, as if resisting the desire to grab you. “Maybe I
should have in that case.” You look Elliot in the eye, urging him on. He
reaches out, hesitantly to begin with, then grips your thighs tightly.
“We could get into
trouble for this, Mr. Alderson.” You whisper.
“I don’t fucking
care.” He growls, his arousal bringing on the dominant persona he adopted during
all your sexual altercations. His hands are trailing up your thighs, maintaining
an intense gaze on your body at all times. “How long have you been thinking about
“All fucking day.”
You groan. His blunt nails suddenly dig into your skin.
appreciate that kind of language from my employees.”
“I’m sorry sir-“
“Get on your knees
and show me you’re sorry.”
It’s almost as
though his words control your body rather than your own decisions; you slip
down from the desk onto your knees. You undo the button on Elliot’s pants,
unfastening them eagerly. His half-hardened dick comes free, right into your
waiting hands. You waste no time in putting him between your lips, tasting his
As your head rises and falls on his groin, you
catch sight of the way he white-knuckles the arm rests of his chair, short
breaths escaping his lips as you suck.
“Mm fuck.” He
groans, wrapping his fingers in your hair, ruining its perfect style. But you
couldn’t care less, you want him to ruin you tonight.
Just as you’re
speeding up your rhythm, he yanks you off him and throws you to the floor. You’re
a little disorientated, but unhurt. You know Elliot would never cause you harm.
“Get the fuck up.”
He orders you. You do so, with an obedient ‘yes sir’. “Sit on my dick.”
You had to
restrain yourself from clapping with glee, you were going to fuck Elliot in his
computer chair. It was a little ridiculous, but it was your dream come true. You
hike your skirt up, then move to pull your panties to the side but Elliot stops
“Did I tell you to
do that yet?”
“No sir. Sorry
You rest your
hands either side of his keyboard, trying to catch a glimpse of what he’s doing
in the reflection of the dark computer screens. He feels up the globes of your
ass, before pulling your panties down.
“Step out of them.”
You comply. “Now take a seat.” Again, you comply.
You lower yourself
oh so slowly down onto Elliot’s cock, clenching your walls around him. They
were so slick that he slid in with virtually no trouble, the pair of you
moaning in unison. He pulled you back, left hand tight on your chin and the
other sliding up, under your shirt to grope your breasts.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you sir.”
His left hand
dragged from your chin down to your throat, and your heart began to race with
excitement, you knew what he was about to do.
“Move.” He murmurs
in your ear, and you do just that. You begin to bounce on his cock and his hand
tightens around your neck.
When you go down,
he thrusts up, creating a deliciously forceful friction against your g-spot
every time, within minutes you’re already close to cumming. From your vantage
point, every time you go down you’re able to catch a glimpse of Elliot’s face
in the screen. His expression when in the throes of passion is fucking
stunning. His furrowed brows, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth, his eyes
watching you relentlessly.
And that’s when
your mind flashes with an image that sends a metaphorical lightbulb dinging
above your head.
“Sir, can I ask
you something?” You say breathlessly, struggling a little to get your words out
with his grip so tight around your throat.
exhales heavily, continuing to thrust into you with unforgiving force.
“Can I… Can I turn
the camera on?” You ask, nearly whispering. Elliot’s pace falters, your request
obviously taking him off guard.
“You know how I
feel about that stuff, Y/N.” Elliot growls, still not stopping. You do know. He
reminds you every time you hint at sending him dirty pictures. But he doesn’t
know how you feel.
“I know it’s
dangerous, but just think. You’re all alone, I can’t stay over and you’re
horny. You just have to turn your computer on, press play and you can watch
yourself fu- screwing me.” You must sound ridiculous, bargaining with him in
such a strained voice, crying out between words.
You can’t tell if
he’s mad, in agreement or what, he just continues fucking you. His dick sending
your cunt into overdrive. You’re painfully oversensitive at this point, your
climax coming very soon. And this could be the pushing point.
“Sir, don’t you
want to get me cumming all over your dick on camera?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,
turn it on right fucking now.”
Elliot’s voice is
a mixture of frustration and desperation, reaching around you to turn the
monitor on and get the camera software up. You help him out, ripping the piece
of tape covering the camera off and clicking record.
“Now you better
cum harder than you’ve ever fucking cum before. Give daddy a show.” He mutters,
he sounds so furious and it only serves to turn you on more.
Enough to send you
spiraling into the hardest fucking orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. All
Elliot’s rules for this encounter go out of the window.
shit!” You scream as you squirt cum all over his lap.
“Just like that
you dirty, little slut.” Elliot snarls, his hand returning to it’s rightful
place around your throat.
“I’m your dirty,
little slut, daddy.” You cry, actual tears rolling down your cheeks from the
intensity of your elation.
right. You want daddy’s cum now?”
Please daddy, shoot your cum inside my pussy.” You encourage him, rocking
backwards and forwards on his cock for friction.
grip on you becomes painfully tight, making you choke. You can feel his
fingertips bruising your tits.
“Ah fucking take
it.” He cries out, hips pistoning into you erratically. You can feel him
emptying himself inside you, painting your walls creamy white.
You manage to
recover enough to click the stop button on the recording. You sigh in
satisfaction, leaning back against Elliot.
my most most fave astro harem pic of ALL TIME!!!!!! Siiiiiiiiiigh!!!!
I have a DVD somewhere of the guys walking around during this training, and Elliot See puts on his harem outfit for the camera, then acts bashful and covers his privates! Ed White shyly laughs at him! Its so funny!
Back row.. trainer, Tom Stafford, Deke Slayton,Neil Armstrong, Elliot See
bottom..Frank Borman, Jim Lovell, John Young (hand on Jims knee.. must get lonely in the desert!) Pete Conrad, Jim McDivitt and an adorable Ed White!