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You know you're ovulating when all you can think about is marking up Rhett's stomach and rubbing your face on him like a cat

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Bob

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Riding Miles and he's so fuckin' whiny you have to put your fingers in his mouth.

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Thank you for writing this! 💕

Magic In Your Fingers (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Bob helps you through a rough day

Warnings: Periods, light smut (fingering) etc.

You stumbled through the door, your lower back tightening and loosening, only to tighten again and knock the air out of you. Bob's blue heeler, Brownie, kept pawing at you for pets, but you just didn't have it in you. Brownie let out a high pitched whine before darting into the kitchen, his teeth around the hem of Bob's white t-shirt.

"Honey?" he asked, the worry evident in his voice. "(Y/n) you ok?"

You let out a long breath as Bob helped you to the barstool in the kitchen. "Got my period at work," you told him. "Hurts so fuckin bad."

"Did you take anything for it?" he asked.

"I forgot," you moaned, resting your head in the crook of your elbow.

"Ok hang on one sec," Bob said before he quickly went upstairs.

He dug around in the medicine cabinet and found the little blue and yellow bottle of Aleve right on the center shelf. He brought it right back down to you and made you take two of them before he gave you the sandwich he had been making earlier.

"Just eat a couple of bites so it kicks in quicker," he gently told you. "I'll run a bath if you want."

"Thank you Bob," you croaked, trying to eat a few bites. "Sorry you've gotta deal with this."

(Y/n) it's not a big deal," Bob chuckled. "You should've seen when my sisters would get theirs. My dad and my brothers and I were making daily trips to the grocery store for chocolate, tampons, pads, Aleve and Tylenol."

You laughed a little bit, picturing your father-in-law, brothers-in-law and your husband at the grocery store having to buy all of that and the awkward looks that seven grown men must've gotten from the cashiers.

Bob kissed your cheek before he went upstairs with Brownie hot at his heels. He ran you a bath and put in the honey and grapefruit bubbles as well as a few drops of the Florida Water that both Meemaw and Javy's grandma had sent when they had met up on a trip to New Orleans. Soon the entire bathroom smelled of citrus and floral smells which instantly relaxed you.

You took care of your other business before stripping off your clothes and throwing them in the dirty laundry. Bob helped you into the bath before he inspected your clothes for any damage while Brownie came up to you for a few sniffs.

"Well, good news (y/n)," Bob said with a grin. "Your clothes are safe, they just need a bit of a wash just in case."

"No bloodstains?" you asked.

"None that I can see," Bob answered. "But just in case I'll throw an extra Tide pod in. I'd been meaning to wash everything but haven't gotten to it yet."

You were dreading having to do the laundry but you agreed with Bob that it needed to be done either way, especially since his niece had coughed up her grape flavored cough medicine all over one of his t-shirts when you and Bob had watched her during the week.

You relaxed into the hot bath, the smell of the Florida Water, honey and grapefruit relaxing your mind and body. Bob knelt right beside you, his cheek resting on top of his hand and his free hand lazily brushing the water. You giggled a little bit when you felt his fingers gently parting your legs and tickling the most sensitive parts of your puss.

"Oh so that's what you wanted wasn't it?" you chuckled.

"Supposed to help with the pelvic pain," he said with a big shit eating grin, leaning in and kissing you sweetly.

"And who told you that?" you enquired, your hips moving up slightly to get the friction on his fingers.

"Natasha," he answered.

You rolled your eyes. Typical of your best friend to tell him that seeing as Natasha's husband was a SARC and knew the human body inside and out like a road atlas. Of course, he had divulged a few details to the guys when you, Natasha and the others weren't looking, but that didn't mean Bob couldn't try it.

You moaned a little bit as his fingers hit a particularly sensitive area. "You gonna come in here? Or do I have to drag you in?" you teased.

Bob laughed as he stripped off his clothes and climbed in with you. Never had you imagined bath sex being so good.

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Is anyone taking requests for Bob?

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Having Bob pick you up for a date and he's gone all out and made dinner for the two of you at his place. It's the bare minimum but it's so nice having someone put in effort for you it has you crying

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Thinking about Jordan wearing stupid ass shirts like 'Orgasm Donor' and 'Who Ate All The Pussy'. I love that dumbass

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I know v-day has passed but I saw a post on Twitter where someone got their partner a card and it was covered in lipsticks prints of their dick and the tip. Now why is that some shit Jordan would do? Lmfao

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Thinking about Bob dressed up as a vintage naval pinup 😳

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Bob fucking you in missionary whilst he's wearing his dog tags and you pull on them to pull him in for a kiss/want him to go deeper/ faster

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FEM RHETT FEM RHETT FEM RHETTT

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On that note, he expects this anytime he wins because he's been trained aasdfvbbjn. Like, sweet boy, you did such a good job. I'm so proud of you. You deserve it. And he's preening under your praise and oh my god

Rewarding Rhett after he wins a ride with a blowjob.

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Rewarding Rhett after he wins a ride with a blowjob.

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My man, my man, my man.

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Projecting onto Bob again, but I just know I'd receive the same amount of effort I'd put into the relationship. I'm just so tired of not even getting the bare minimum and having people pull back after seeming interested early on in the talking stage. I know he's not perfect, but I'd have no doubts with him.

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bf bf bf <3

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My 5'3 ass with Rhett and Bob