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love-belle · 10 months ago

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lo mein kayamat tak hua tera !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which everyone knows that they want each other, except for them and it's time that they change it.

for when you find out forever waala love. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // f1 x platonic!reader // aditya roy kapur x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - this is for my desi f1 fans and desi f1 fans only ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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#f1 x reader #f1 x female reader #f1 imagines #social media au #fake instagram imagines #f1 imagine #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #charles leclerc x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #pierre gasly x reader #carlos sainz x reader #oscar piastri x reader #lando norris x reader #f1 grid x reader #f1 x platonic!reader

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slowburningechoes · 2 years ago

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Sub! Spencer and making him wear a plug in public (bonus points if it vibrates and you have the remote 👀)

no words - except yes, yes I can // MINORS DNI!!!!!! cw: 18+ content (nsfw/nsfm), sub!spencer x dom!reader, pegging, exhibitionism, toy usage, ma'am/mommy kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding, praise and degradation, anal stimulation, porn no plot word count: 1.7k

hushed

"I'll go slow, okay, baby?" you reassure, using your hand to gently part Spencer's ass cheeks.

"P-promise?" he whines beneath you, his legs already shaking from the thought of what was to come next.

"Yes, I promise, pretty boy," you say, pressing a trail of kisses down his spine before leaning up to coat your thumb with lube. "I'm going to start with my finger, okay? You just tell me if it's too much."

"Oh - okay, yes ma'am," Spencer agrees, bracing his forearms against the pillow propped under him.

You gently rub your coated thumb around the rim of his entrance, eliciting muffled cries from his lips. As you press your finger into him slowly, the most corrupt and guttural sounds fell from him. Spencer's body tensed up under your touch, so you massaged his lower back softly with your free hand.

"Relax," you comfort, slowly pushing into him further until he consumes you.

His whimpers are so pitiful, but they ignite something feral inside of you. You pump into him slowly, his backside moving with the same motion. Eventually, you feel his muscles relax and his cries turn from one of muted pain to hushed pleasure.

"I'm going to work it in now, alright?" you ask for his permission, grabbing the small item from beside you on the comforter.

"Y-yes, please," Spencer sobs, perking his backside up and spreading himself open with one of his hands.

That sight was almost enough to make you flip him over and use him like your own personal dildo, but you knew that he would look even prettier stuffed with the fancy new toy you had bought. You squirted the lube onto the narrow part of the plug before lining it up with his swollen hole

"Ready?" you inquire, wanting him to be fully prepared for the new pressure he would feel.

All Spencer could manage was a mumbled "mhm" and his hand reaching desperately for yours. As you intertwined your fingers with his, you pushed the glistening purple toy further into his entrance. Every centimeter caused Spencer to moan deeply, squeezing your hand tightly as he is stretched out more and more. As the plug bottomed out at the grip piece, he let out a sigh of relief.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?" you ask, admiring the view of him.

"G-good, so full," he whimpers, his words breathy.

"I'm going to turn it on now." you press down on the button in the center of the grip until a light beep sounds. "Sit up now, pretty boy."

Spencer gathers himself and begins to shift to an upright position, but he hesitates. "I-It's going to feel so strange, ma'am."

"I know," you console, "but you'll adjust, baby. Just think about how good the pain stings."

A hummed groan buzzes in his throat as Spencer sits up properly, "Fuck."

"Now," you reach to grab your phone from the bedside table, "let's see how it does."

You open the app connected to the plug via Bluetooth and move the vibration level to the mildest setting, but it is enough to make Spencer fold. His still-hard dick slaps up to his stomach and twitches and he bites down on his bottom lip firmly.

"It feels s-so good, mommy," he cries, gripping onto the comforter.

You can't help but smile devilishly at his struggle and you add another level to the vibration which elicits a sudden guttural moan. "Now you know you have to contain yourself when we're out at dinner, right?"

"Y-yes, yes ma'am," he sobs, looking at you with wide and needy eyes. "I'll try my best."

"You don't want your team to know how desperate you are, hm?" you tease. "Don't want them to know that you're stuffed with a plug and the stimulation is edging you close to coming in your pants."

"Holy shit - uhgn, no, I'll be good," Spencer says desperately.

"That's my good boy," you place a kiss on his cheek and turn off the vibration for a moment. "Now go get dressed."

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

"Do you want something to drink, y/n?" Penelope asks cheerfully.

"Hm," you glance up at the waiter, "a negroni, please."

"Anything for you, sir?" the waiter looks to Spencer, who is trying so desperately to control himself with the low buzz massaging his prostate. "Sir?"

"Hm? Oh, n-no thank you," he blurts in response, downing a gulp of his water.

"Damn, you good?" Derek inquires jokingly, slapping Spencer on the back of his neck.

You look at your phone resting in your lap and begin to move the vibration back and forth from mild to moderate, which makes him gasp suddenly.

Embarrassed, his face flushes pink and he begins to talk quickly, "Yeah, I'm good - it's just a little crowded in here don't you think? I'm burning up."

"I'll say," Emily giggles. "Your cheeks are as red as a tomato."

The waiter returned with your negroni, which you sipped on before flashing Spencer a mischievous smirk and reducing the rhythm that stimulated him. His body instantly relaxed and it made conversation easy for the next ten minutes or so, until you saw the perfect opportunity to make him writhe.

"I think you've had enough, Emily," JJ insists, tipsy herself.

"No - no, I haven't even drank that much," Emily responds, bringing the wine glass back to her lips. "I'm fiiiiineeee."

"This is your fourth glass, Em. Spence, don't you have a statistic or something about alcohol consumption?" JJ queries, attempting to pry the glass from her grasp.

Oh, you wanted to see him fumble over his words for such a simple statistic so badly. As he opened his mouth, you begin to creep the vibration up slowly.

"On average," he's off to a strong start, "the typical bottle of wine holds..." he pauses as the buzz begins to massage inside of him stronger. "a-about five glasses, but consuming t-two within an hour is enough to produce a BAC above... the legal-"

Before he can finish the last word, the level reaches the threshold of "high" and Spencer shoots up from his chair suddenly.

"You sure you're good, pretty boy?" Derek asks, genuinely concerned this time.

The uncorrupted usage of the nickname and the stimulation was enough to make Spencer go stiff. "Uh - yes, bathroom. Be right back."

You couldn't help but to take into account his cock rigid in his khaki pants before he took off for the back hallway.

"Whatever the hell that was about," Rossi chuckled.

"I think I'll go check on him," you state, sitting your napkin onto the table and walking in the direction that Spencer went.

Only one of the two private restrooms was open, so you knew he was in the one that was locked.

You knocked firmly against the heavy door and called out to him. "Spencer? Spencer, baby, it's me."

The door swings open quickly and he yanks you inside by your forearm before you can even fully process the motion. When you are stable, you look at him up and down, realizing he had stripped himself of his pants. His heather gray boxer briefs barely held in his erection and precum had stained the fabric.

"P-please, I'm so close," Spencer begs, palming himself.

"Oh, poor thing," you comfort. "Did you almost cum in your pants?" You move to replace his hand with yours, his length filling your hand.

"Y-yes," he sighs, relieved at the attention you were giving him.

"Mmmm, you did a good job, baby," you kiss along his neck. "I think I'll let you cum inside me."

"Fuck - yes, please mommy," Spencer mumbled, hiking your dress up in the back and gripping your ass cheek.

You quickly strip your underwear to the ground and kick them to the side, moving to sit on top of the sink counter. Spencer follows behind you and pumps his bare cock in his hand before lining the tip up with your soaked entrance.

"You're already so wet," he said breathlessly.

"I like seeing you squirm," you tease, spreading your legs open further for him. "I love being in control."

"And I love you being in control, ma'am. God, it felt so fucking good," Spencer agreed before sucking gently on your neck and sliding himself into you.

He filled you perfectly, making restrained moans fall from both of you. Spencer thrusted into you gently at first, but as the vibration inside of him made his orgasm creep closer, he picked up the pace. You couldn't help but thread your fingers into his chocolate waves and scrape your fingers down his back as he fucked up into you and made such desperate noises.

"Ma'am," he managed to huff out. "I'm about to cum. Can I? Can I please?"

You couldn't resist him when he begged like that. "Y-yes, pretty boy. You can cum for me. Empty yourself in me, baby."

As he reached his climax, his thrusts became deeper but sloppier. The hushed mix of groans and curse words fell from his lips and buried into your neck. You reached down to stimulate your clit as he coated your walls with his cum, motivating your own high shortly after his. You threw your head back and tightened your walls around him as you came, pulling every last drop of his seed from him. Your entire body was warm with pleasure and your clit was numb from all the stimulation. The same was true for Spencer, the buzzing still continuing to vibrate against his prostate which drew more cum from him than he expected.

After he removed himself from you, you turned off the stimulation from the app and moved to kiss him deeply.

"You did so good, baby," you assure, rubbing his flushed cheeks.

"It felt amazing," Spencer said in agreement. "Being full of a plug, the vibration, having to contain myself -"

"Well, I definitely want to try it out again sometime," you smirk up at him.

"Whenever you want, ma'am," he offered like the good submissive he is.

"That's good to know. Now, we've got to get dressed and get back out there. I may be done with using the vibration, but remember that you're still stuffed with a toy, naughty boy."

"Fuck, trust me, I won't forget," he leans down to kiss you once more. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, sweetheart," you concur, placing a stinging spank against his ass before walking out of the bathroom pantyless.

"God, you're going to be the death of me," you catch him say before the door shuts behind you.

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faerieswrites · 2 years ago

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Not sure I can explain how much I need season 2 to have snarky flirty asshole Tyler who annoys the shit out of everyone but the second he senses danger to Wednesday he just goes absolutely feral

smug!tyler drabble

(This was typed out on mobile lol sorry for the weird formatting / typos)

"What can I get you?" Wednesday looked up at the familiar male voice, her eyes slightly wide with shock. Was that - no, it couldn't be. But when her eyes met the speaker's, she couldn't avoid the bizarre, impossible truth - Tyler was standing behind the counter of the Weathervane, flashing her a shit-eating grin and asking for her coffee order.

Enid, who had been getting a drink with Wednesday as part of their new bi-daily "girl time" ritual, let out a shocked gasp.

"Tyler?" Her voice was incredulous, and slightly shaky with anger. It seemed Enid hadn't forgotten about the scuffle she and the hyde had the last semester. Tyler smiled at her, and the grin was all teeth. Enid's claws extended partially, making Tyler laugh mockingly.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Enid. What do you want to order?" Tyler said. Wednesday narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure out why the hell he was back in town and not in a mental institution or behind bars. Had the sheriff pulled some strings? Had he escaped?

"We don't want your fucking-"

"I'll take a quad." Wednesday interrupted Enid's angry outburst, too curious to walk away. Judging by the smug expression on Tyler's face, he'd expected her to stick around. Wednesday could indulge Tyler, just this once. She was dying to know how he'd managed to assimilate back into normal life with no issue.

"Coming right up," Tyler said, looking far too pleased for Wednesday's liking. Her curiosity was strong, but it would only go so far in excusing Tyler's, frankly, obnoxious behavior. This was all hyde; the boy from before the police station was gone, leaving only the flirty, cocky, dangerous side of Tyler. Wednesday, unfortunately, was hopelessly attracted to him.

Before Wednesday could start ratting off questions or Enid could start pestering Wednesday to leave, someone cleared their throat behind the two girls loudly. Wednesday turned around and saw a squat, blonde woman looking shrewd and angry, her face pinched like a french bulldog's.

"Some of us," God, her voice was nasally, "Have work to get to." The woman pushed Wednesday to the side slightly, stepping forward to get closer to the counter. "You need to have some respect for other people's time." Wednesday had to give it to the woman, she had audacity. The blonde set her arm on the counter, her loose, long-sleeved ugly green cardigan draped all over the wood.

Tyler, having seen the entire exchange, promptly walked back over and sank a knife into her cardigan, pinning it to the counter. Enid, Wednesday, and the now terrified woman stared at the knife in shock. Had Tyler lost his goddamned mind? To his credit, the four of them were the only ones in the cafe at the time, due to it being the dead period of his shift, but still.

Tyler gave the woman his most charming customer service smile, setting Wednesday's quad, poured into a travel cup, on the counter and sliding it towards her. Wednesday took the coffee cup and took a sip. Perfectly brewed. She'd missed Tyler's coffee brewing skills.

"Sit tight, ma'am! I'll be with you in a minute." Tyler was smiling brightly, and his tone was polite, but there was an insanity behind his eyes that had the blonde woman cursing up a storm and trying to tug the knife out of the countertop. Unfortunately for her, Tyler had wedged it too deeply into the wood for her to get it out herself, and he seemed content just to watch her struggle.

Wednesday rolled her eyes at the display, taking her to go cup and pulling a shell shocked Enid out of the cafe. When she looked down at the cup, there was a message scrawled in Tyler's messy handwriting.

I know you have questions. Crackstone's Crypt, 11 pm. Promise there won't be anything Legally Blonde related.

#wednesday x tyler #weyler

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not-goldy · 7 months ago

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If that’s what you think re fan service, how do you distinguish what is and what isn’t? Surely as it’s them, and we believe they are in a relationship, anything they do is them, or a part of them and their bond? Surely they use it solely as a cover, you make it sound depraved if not. I don’t know if I think they would lower themselves to the extent you’re suggesting, although they obviously do certain things to play up for the camera and with the other members, as that’s their mo as a band, they have fun etc, but to diminish jikook to Fs seems harsh Ngl.

Its easy to tell.

Fan service is any deliberate act or content designed and performed to excite fans and for the viewing pleasure of fans.

Huh, what do you mean depraved? You sound like a new fan. Fan service is a normal part of kpop ma'am Jikook do it too. They are kpop idols too.

When fans ask them to do aigoo make cute faces aren't those fan service? But this is on the tame side.

If they know we think they dating and they both deliberately try to kiss eachother on camera for shits and giggles that's fan service.

On stage they might go a little bit too far as to try to perform sexual gestures towards each other, try to kiss grind on each other just to see the crowd go feral.

But some fan service are just coincidental rather than curated like Tae kissing Jin ànd saying he knows fans will love that.

He enjoyed and perhaps would have kissed him on the cheeks jokingly regardless even if the cameras weren't around. That was a genuine interaction.

But it's a moment fans enjoy too.

But if it were problematic it would be easy for him to pass it off as fan service to avoid the backlash.

Jikook have a lot of genuine interactions they pass off as fanservice to avoid the unnecessary scrutiny backlash and homophobic rants.

This whole travel blog might just be one such moment.

But there are pure deliberate curated jikook moments designed specifically to feed fans and to make fans happy.

I don't see that in any recent content but a typical example with be certain jikook lives the company organize themselves. It's scheduled as part of their official schedules and we've seen Jikoom discuss how their schedules conflict over that.

But most of Jikooks lives are spontaneous. They do it because they want to and the interactions are organic. There isn't staff and crew members with a whole set setup light camera action on them like the lives they did around covid

If I recall correctly Jungkook expressed annoyance and discomfort with those set up.

He told Jimin he was uncomfortable with too many staff and Jimin said he didn't mind them at all and went ahead and tried to kiss Jungkook or whatever he was trying to do in that kitchen.

Then sometimes they have seating arrangements curated so jikook would sit together or sit with other members.

Namjoon called out Jimin for doing too much with Jungkook during Dynamite and Jimin explained the director had asked him to be goofy or something.

So yea, some times their moments are actually directed by staff and directors and coordinated

If you ask me they suck at fan service when it's time to do actual fan service. Jungkook tenses up and acts real awkward.

Someone find me the edit of him awkwardly staring at the cameras and stealing glances at the cams while trying to interact with Jimin

Okay that was a good laugh 😹😹😹😹😹

Can't believe I just tickle myself and laugh all by myself thinking bout jikook.

Jikook is driving me mad😹😹😹😹😹

For the most part the boys enjoy genuine interactions and none of their interactions are fake butthat doesn't mean some aren't curated just to make fans happy.

They are such comedians

Also these are not the type of discussions I want to have on this blog you can ask these on my main thanks💜🌈

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iwashieonhiatus · 1 year ago

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"𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵" (𝟣𝟪+)| 𝐵𝐿𝐿𝒦

∗ ˖࣪ ໒꒱ ˚₊· synopsis: there’s a new game we like to play, we call it “master and servant”.

ꕤ warnings: mdni, nsfw content, f!reader, dom/sub!reader, pro player(20+), 20+ characters, established relationship, a bit of sadism, cumeating, edging, petnames( pet + good boy/ sir + ma'am).

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

☆ MASTER ☆

This man has a variety of toys to use in and with you, but his favorite, for sure, is the collar, tight against your neck, his initials shining in gold. “On your knees, pet.” Act like a puppy as you suck him slowly, the tip of your tongue sliding all the way down his length, swing your ass with the tail plug and the furry ears firmly stuck in your hair, be his favorite pet so he doesn’t need to adopt one. Wait for him to arrive, tired of the games, kneeling on the bedroom carpet, in the tinny lingerie, or without clothes of preference, and extend the rope for him to tie on your arms and legs, in the position he wants; “Did my little pet miss me?” “Yes, Sir!”. Be his obedient girl and do whatever he tells you to; kneeling, lying, standing, in the bedroom, car or in public, always answering, “Yes, Sir!”. His priorities always go first, then you get a reward for being a good girl. Don’t you dare disobey the master or hide the marks he made so lovingly, much less leave without the necklace he had made specifically for you, his initials shining in the sun as you two walk together. Be like this and watch this man go feral, possessiveness taking hold of him and expect an eternal life beside him, always serving the master, begging him to go slow or finally touch you properly; “Please, Sir! Please!”

michael kaiser, barou shoei, shidou rysuei, kunigami rensuke, itoshi sae, raichi jingo, oliver aiku, tabito karasu, don lorenzo, itoshi rin, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, gagamaru gin

☆ MISTRESS ☆

This man drops everything he’s doing and falls to his knees when he sees you in latex clothes, the leash in hand or a spanking, ready to be used. “I’m bored. Are you going to help me with this?” He’ll shake his head quickly, wincing as he feels your heel on his chest; “Good boy.” Pull the leash until you gasp him as he sucks you, head buried in the middle of your legs, the tip of your heels thrust into the end of his back; “You’re gonna need a lot more if you want reward,” and watch this man suck you like his life depended on it. Use him as a chair during your chores, his hands tied behind his back and a gag ball, muffling his moans; “Chairs don’t make noise.”, scold him, squeezing his cock with your warm, wet walls and enjoy the grumbling of this man trying not to cum off by you cockwarming him up. Extend your leg to him and relax with the gentle touches of his massage, slowly moving until he’s moaning between your legs, eyes shining and faint grumbles as you use his face, fingers tugging at his strands until you have your orgasm. Edge him by playing with the red, swollen head of his cock, hold on when he moves; “Good boys don’t refuse the affection of his mistress,” sit on his thighs and keep torturing him until he begs between tears, sobs for you; “Please, ma’am! Please!”, and explodes in your hand with thick, long ropes, making dirt that he will clean with his tongue. Use the strap, going deep with his favorite dildo, making him shudder and grab the sheets, moaning your name; “Be a good boy and get your punishment!” don’t change the pace and pull his hair until his marked back is bent in a bow, his mouth drooling and grumbling about being a bad boy in public. Or ride him slowly, playing with his swollen nipples as he silently cries with the dildo stuck in his throat; The important thing is to punish him. Use this man as your sex toy and gain a life of devotion and submission from the most beautiful man, crying for wanting to touch his mistress and not being able to; “Ma’am, I want to cum, please! Please!”

niko ikki, alexis ness, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, eita otoya, kurona ranze, isagi yoichi, zantetsu tsurugi, shuto sendou, yukimiya kenyu, itoshi rin, bachira meguru, aryu jyubei, chigiri hyoma, tokimitsu aoshi, nanase nijiro

#blue lock #bllk x you #bllk imagines #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years ago

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Hello again my lovely!

Before you cut me off and put a cap on the number of requests 😆, could I pretty please with sugar on top, ask for number 18 with my fave Angel? X

You KNOW you can have anything you want where Angel is concerned, darling! It got away from me (AGAIN xD) but I'm feral for him now, so yes. Haha! x

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

"Hey, mamas," he calls to you from the kitchen while you close the front door behind you, being handed a glass of wine as he comes to greet you. "Woah, what's with that face?"

He knows it's bad when after taking your wine with thanks, you drain the entire glass dry. "Another, please?"

He fetches the bottle, topping it up. "Bad day?"

Lifting it to your lips, you drain it again. "Very bad. Supremely bad. Another, please?"

"Baby, you might as well stick a straw in the damned bottle at this point!" His wide eyes and usual brand of humour finally make you crack, snorting with laughter, placing your glass down on the bar, taking the bottle from him and knocking it back, Angel bursting into hysterics. "Shit, that's my girl."

"I learned from the best," you wink, gulping back the remainder of the contents. "Ahhh, better now!"

"Is there anything else you need?" he asks.

Looking him up and down, you place the bottle down, hooking your finger into the waistband of his jeans, towing him towards you. “What do I need? I need you. Just you, all over me, right now.”

His grin is as wicked as the intent behind it. "Oh, you got it." Ducking down, he throws you over his shoulder, striding to the bedroom and flinging you gently onto the bed, climbing on top of you, his body bearing down upon yours.

You share kisses of hot, syrupy longing, his hands smoothing over you, yanking your dress down as you pull at his shirt, buttons flying everywhere as it shifts up a gear, his hands grasping your bra and ripping it open, mouth covering your tits in hungry kisses and hot swirls of his tongue.

"How's this for all over you?" he asks, big hands gliding your thighs, the heat of his skin perfectly contrasted by the cool metal of his rings.

"Fucking perfect, but you can do better."

He raises an eyebrow, chuckling deeply. "Oh, you know you're in the right place for that." Sinking down, he yanks your dress and undies off, hands forcing your thighs apart, his mouth covering your slit with a lustful groan, sucking at you as his tongue rubs over your clit hungrily.

Bad day? Who's having a bad day, again? Not you. No, ma'am, not you as you scream at the feel of your boyfriend eating you alive.

#angel reyes #angel reyes smut #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x female reader #angel reyes x you #angel reyes drabble #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes fic #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc smut #mayans mc drabble #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic #ddd drabble requests

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neetily · 4 months ago

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ma'am i am absolutely FERAL over your march art literally shaking the bars of my enclosure and i haven't even played the game yet sobs

i picked up my own sketch book after so long bc i need to be able to draw my own blushing hot boys with bite marks STAT!!

THANK YOU that's such a compliment omg!! i wanna draw more of him so bad... some... pp too... maybe... as a treat for the girlies <3 i hope you enjoy the game if you do get it!! im almost at winter on my save file ough... despite it still being in beta, it's got so much content! so much to do!

so happy to hear that you're creating art again!!! creating is best when it's self indulgent like this <3 enjoy all the hot boys hehe >:D

#mail💌

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akai-anna · 1 year ago

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i saw the ship opinion bingo AND I REALLY WANNA ASK FOR OOFURI so here i am. obviously i wanna know about abemiha, tajihana and akimaru haruna!! but also mihashi/haruna, abe/haruna, mihashi/tajima and any other combo you want to ramble about I LOVE YOUR OPINIONS ON THESE THINGS

hi im back can you add izumi/shinooka and haruna + abemiha to the oofuri ship opinions bingo please

Mikh, you are the absolutely most precious thing, always enabling my Oofuri tendencies, bless your lovely soul, my darling. *whispers* I love you. Thank you so much for this.

Notes still apply:

i interpret relationships in the broadest possible sense

i check everything that makes sense to me, even if they seem contradictory; i view them applied to different situations/universes/possibilities

ship opinion bingo in question

I. Abe Takaya - Mihashi Ren

The No.1. Battery of my Heart they are, Ma'am

Where to even START WITH THESE TWO?

"MOST CODEPENDENT BITCHES ON EARTH" WAS PRACTICALLY MADE FOR THEM (as you could witness it in our reading sessions, god, you are an ANGEL FOR READING WITH ME!) and fits them like a glove. The canon material just provides so MUCH CONTENT FOR THEM already that I feel so well fed.

THE SHEER DEDICATION TOWARDS EACH OTHER, THEY CARE SO RIDICULOUSLY MUCH. THEY HAD TO SPEND A FEW WEEKS NOT PLAYING (NOT APART!!! JUST LIKE!! NOT PLAYING TOGETHER!!!) AS A BATTERY AND YET EVERY SECOND YOU COULD TELL THEY WANTED TO BE PLAYING TOGETHER. THEY ARE RIDICULOUS (already stupid enough on their own, no need for me to change anything there)!!!

ABE TAKAYA WHO CARES SO MUCH BUT ALSO CARRIES SO MUCH HURT FROM HIS PAST, WHO IS SHIT AT COMMUNICATING AND NEEDS TO GET HIS HEAD OUT OF HIS ARSE YET TRYING HIS BEST AND MIHASHI REN WHO WAS BULLIED SO MUCH HE LOST EVEN THE LAST DROP OF HIS SELF-CONFIDENCE SLOWLY OPENING UP AGAIN AND ALSO LEARNING HOW TO COMMUNICATE AND SLOWLY GAINING CONFIDENCE AND GROWING SO MUCH AS A PERSON AND AS PART OF THE TEAM! MY!! HEART!!! I'M FERAL OVER THEM MIKH, FERAL!!! The way Abe needs to learn to TRUST MIHASHI and let him MAKE DECISIONS TOO, and see that respect IS IMPORTANT (MIHASHI BEING BETTER THAN ABE AT COOKING!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, SUCH AN IMPORTANT LITTLE MOMENT!!! MIHASHI BEING MORE COMPETENT THAN ABE AT SOMETHING!!!) BOTH WAYS, and a battery is not a one-sided BUT A TWO-WAY THING (NOT JUST ABE GIVING SIGNS AND MIHASHI DOING WHAT HE IS TOLD BUT ALSO MAKING A DECISION TOGETHER!!!) I'M CRYING- AND THEN THERE IS MIHASHI WHO NEEDS TO LEARN HOW TO SPEAK HIS MIND ABOUT THINGS, WHO NEEDS TO LEARN THAT IT'S NOT JUST ABE THAT MAKES HIM AMAZING BUT HE IS PART OF THAT, IT'S NOT JUST ABE, IT'S HIM (AND THE WHOLE TEAM TOO!!! VERY IMPORTANT!!!) TOO, AND HE IS SOMEONE TO BE RELIED ON TOO, SEE tHAT HE is GOOD TOO!!

I'll be honest, their bond is just so deep and so very meaningful to me. I personally don't view them as romantic, instead I see them as one of the most precious queer platonic relationships. (The very fact that I view Abe as aromantic, thank you canon material, is a big part of this.)

Honestly, as we read we gush about them a lot (obviously), and I still feel I could still go on about them forever. Have one of my favourite moments with them, that I feel started them on the whole journey for becoming so much better, so much closer, CORE ABEMIHA MOMENT, BECAUSE THEY WERE NOT ONLY WERE VERY HONEST WITH EACH OTHER BUT ALSO SAW THAT THINGS CANNOT REMAIN THE SAME AND THERE IS SO MUCH MORE TO A BATTERY THAN THEY'VE BEEN DOING SO FAR (MUTUAL!!!) AND ONE OF THE VERY FIRST MOMENTS ABE'S BRAIN SHUT DOWN (but who can blame him, Mihashi's smile IS PRECIOUS AND HE WORKED SO HARD FOR IT), IT'S JUST SO IMPORTANT TO ME!!

(But I was also so tempted to put the "But you are the one who cares about me the most" scene or the name calling scene here... It was a hard choice.)

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II. Mihashi Ren - Tajima Yuuichirou

The Natural Braincell Share Duo

I'm going with TajiMiha next for a reason, which is the VERY FACT THAT IT'S THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF ABEMIHA. (Which I couldn't help but talk about in this post because I ADORE THE PARALLEL/CONNECTION SO MUCH.) So I'm sorry, I'll be talking about TajiMiha in relation to AbeMiha BC I'M OBSESSED WITH THEM.

Compared to Abe, Tajima has no problems communicating with Mihashi, they are on the same wavelength, TAJIMA IS LItERALLY THE tEAM'S MIHASHI tRANSLATOR, there is a mutual respect between them from almost the very start.

Tajima and Mihashi also seem to share other interests outside baseball, and non-interests too (Sir, they are SO STUPID, PLS tutoR thEM MORE).

While there is a solid foundation for AbeMiha battery that solely relies on Abe, TajiMiha battery WORKS TOGETHER FROM THE VERY START, MAKING DECISIONS TOGETHER, LEARNING TOGETHER, GOING THROUGH ThE PROCESS OF DECIDING THINGS, MAKING MISTAKES, ADJUSTING; TajiMiha having battery as equals, while AbeMiha being so ridiculously unbalanced at first (putting everything on Abe's shoulder).

Also the contrast between Tajima-Mihashi. Tajima, the star player with his natural talent, the very definition of Wild and Feral, always as bright as the fckin sun, loud and honest with his every feeling and thought, "he's got one mean presence" thought. Mihashi, the team's Ace (but thinking not by his own ability), lil anxiety birb who is afraid to say what he thinks but also having the loveliest of sunshine smiles if one takes the time to get to know him and ACCEPT HIM, "he's such a nice person" thought.

Tajima-Mihashi are so precious to me MIKH. SO PRECIOUS. The way they are just so COMFORtABLE WItH EACH OTHER. URGH. ALSO THE VERY FACT THAT TAJIMA IS A YOUNGEST BROTHER IN A BIG FAMILY BUT ALSO FEELS LIKE A BROTHER TO MIHASHI, IT'S PRECIOUS? ALSO SO READY TO PROTECT AND THROW HANDS FOR MIHASHI'S SAKE I'M!!! FERAL!!! AND THEN MIHASHI OUTRIGHT TELLING HIM THAT IT'S A MISUNDERSTANDING!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, ONE OF MY EVER FAVOURITE SCENES!!

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III. Hanai Azusa - Tajima Yuuichirou

The True Rivals TM

Yes, I'm going with them for the third round because basically, they are my main romantic ship (don't ask why, brain chemistry said so, and idk why). I'm SO ATTACHED TO THEM, THEY REALLY AFFECT AND INSPIRE EACH OTHER SO MUCH, CONSTANTLY MAKING ONE ANOTHER WORK HARD TO BETTER THEMSELVES AND CATCH UP TO ONE ANOTHER.

Tajima being the Force Of Nature that he is, the Natural Talent (not that he doesn't work hard! HE DOES!!! But also the very fact he only needs a few tries to achieve something! GOD! HE'S SO BRIGHT!!) and having so much CONFIDENCE IN HIMSELF TOO, BEING SUCH A RELIABLE PLAYER ON THE FIELD. And then you have Hanai: who can be so awkward, despite trying his hardest, still feeling like he is failing, feeling INADEQUATE NEXT TO TAJIMA, despite the fact that before Nishiura he thought of himself as a good player. Very reliable and responsible off field (TEAM CAPTAIN MATERIAL!!!!), but not feeling so next to Tajima, esp on the field. IT BREAKS AND HEALS ME.

AND THEN AS TIME MOVES ON HANAI BECOMES BETTER, MORE SURE OF HIMSELF. TAJIMA BECOMES MORE CONSCIOUS OF HIM. LIKE GOD LORD. IF YOU ASK WHO THEY ARE COMPETING AGAINST? THEY HAVE EACH OTHER AS THEIR IDEAL, AS THEIR RIVAL, I'M!!! FCKIN FERAL, MIKH!!!

HANAI "I DON'T LIKE MY NAME" AZUSA, FROM THE FIRST MOMENT HE SUSPECTS GIVEN NAMES ARE GOING TO BECOME A THING FOR THE TEAM, FREEZING UP AND PALING AND ABSOLUTELY FREAKING OUT BC HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE CALLED AZUSA, REFUSING TO SAY HIS OWN GIVEN NAME WHEN IT COMES UP, INSISTING ON BEING CALLED "HANAI", AND EVERY TIME WHEN SOMEONE SAYS "AZUSA" YOU CAN SEE HIM DYING A LITTLE INSIDE, ONLY TO SAY IT OUT LOUD THAT HE DISLIKES HIS OWN NAME (discreetly to a couple of his teammates only, INCLUDING TAJIMA), FOR TAJIMA TO CATCH ON HE DIDN'T WANT TO COME TO TRAINING AT THE TAJIMAS' BC OF THE NAME CALLING THING, AND THEN ONLY FOR TAJIMA TO BE LIKE "OK I'LL TELL EVERYONE NOT TO CALL YOU AZUSA", WHICH LEADS TO HANAI "AWKWARD AND EMBARRASSED" AZUSA TO DIE MORE INSIDE. REST IN PIECES SON. (THIS BIT IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME, I'M RAMBLING, I'M SORRY. TRAINING AT THE TAJIMAS' IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE ARCS IN THE WHOLE OF OOFURI.)

Already went through the whole ship tag, both on AO3 and FF.net and i'm dead inside. (oh why OH WHY IS OOFURI AND A SMALL FANDOM IN WESTERN PARTS!!! WHY IS TAJIHANA A FAIRLY RARE SHIP!!! A CRIME, YOUR HONOUR, A CRIME!!! I'm still digging around for more fics, but those 2 sources are out now. *cries tears of blood*)

Hanai's whole Internal Crisis during the Nishiura VS Sakitama game? IT HAS MY HEART, I LOVE MY BOY SO SO SO MUCH. (Not to mention the little moments you can see how big a crush he has on Tajima. Everyone has a bit of a crush on Tajima Yuuichirou, but Hanai's is the biggest. God, bless his heart.)

I'll be honest. I wanted to include like... *checks* 6 different scenes (some a few pages long) for TajiHana. But I'm trying to limit myself bc 30 pic/Post limit so. *coughs* I'm only leaving these 2 here (A side and B side, if you will). (Also, sorry for the mild spoiler, bear with me.)

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IV. Akimaru Kyouhei - Haruna Motoki

Most Ridiculous and Devoted Childhood Friends TM

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THEM MIKH. THEY ARE SO RIDICULOUS, SO ENDEARING, SO STUPID, and definitely in a relationship (is it just friendship? is it romantic? is it the Annoyer and Annoyed? who knows, but THEY ARE DEFINITELY TELEPATHICALLY CONNECTED AND IN A RELATIONSHIP).

God, Haruna wanting Akimaru to be as serious about baseball as the rest of the team, TO BE ON THE SAME PAGE ABOUT IT AS HIMSELF, IT HAS ME SHAKING, HE CARES SO VERY MUCH, and the next second he kicks and smacks him (LOVE LANGUAGE, IT'S HARUNA'S LOVE LANGUAGE!!), God, GOD.

Akimaru, who is so very laid-back (at FIRST, WE ARE CURRENTLY READING THE TURNING POINT MATCH MIKH CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT INCOMING!!!), only was there to help Haruna out, only to start THINKING later on, after he sees how much Haruna CARES, how the TEAM CARES, IT'S SO DELICIOUS!!

Akimaru is a Good Guy, really, I love how he sucks at baseball outside catching Haruna's pitches (for the time being), but he is SUCH A CASUALLY NICE PERSON, and the way he can so easily get on Haruna's nerves is one of my favourite things, YET ALSO REMINDING HARUNA OF THINGS HE FORGETS!!!

Haruna caring so much that he CAN GET ANNOYED AT THE SMALLEST OF THINGS WHEN IT COMES TO AKIMARU, I LOVE AN IDIOT, WHO FORGETS SHIT SO MUCH.

TO BRING BACK SOMETHING NICE FROM OUR READING: THEY ARE JUST SO STUPID, MIKH, I LOVE THEM-

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V. Haruna Motoki - Mihashi Ren

Abe's Ex-Pitcher and Current-Pitcher

Not much to check here, but, but... I really love their dynamics. Obviously, the connecting points for them are 1) Abe and 2) Pitching.

I absolutely love what a different perception they have of each other! From the first moment, Mihashi thinking that Haruna is awesome (despite everything Abe says about him), even sort of having him as his goal as a pitcher, and Haruna looking down on the weird lil guy, talking about dichotomy LMAO

Only for it to be not Looking Down as time moves on (and interactions happen) and a sort of more Realistic admiration on Mihashi's part. (HE COULD GO AGAINST HARUNA IN A WAY!)

THEIR INTERACTIONS ARE SO UTTERLY FUNNY AND RIDICULOUS, I LOVE THEM!

Another Mihashi translator (pitchers are a weird species, but they get each other it seems).

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VI. Abe Takaya -Haruna Motoki

The Bitter Exes TM

I cannot believe my FIRST BINGO TURNED OUT TO BE "HE'S THE WORST PITCHER" AND "HE HAS A NASTY PERSONALITY" DUO, HOLY SHIT-

As we already established it at our lil Oofuri talks: They Are The Bitter Exes (bless you Mikh). Even if (usually) I don't see them in a romantic context, they are still Exes TM. (Ex-Friends surely exist too, right? And so Ex-Battery Mates.) And they totally didn't end well. And totally stupid and fcked up.

The very fact that they have such vastly different opinions of each other, all based on their perceptions and misunderstandings, just makes this dynamic so layered and delicious. All the hurt Abe is carrying with him EVEN NOW, while Haruna is like "Oh, you talkin' about that!"

The fact that Abe cannot help but COMPARE all pitchers to Haruna, being so affected by the experiences, that he cannot let go of Haruna in a way (which is also a backwards way to say he cared and respected him so much that the BETRAYAL hurt him so much, it wounded him for, if not life, but even till the current timeline).

While for Haruna, Abe's presence and perseverance actually helped him so much through his hardships when he was injured.

AND THEN THEY FINALLY TALKED ABOUT IT, AND THEY BOTH HAD TO REALIZE THAT THEY WERE SO WRONG ABOUT SHIT, I'M IN TEARS, MA'AM-

Moving on from this section, I could put the whole conversation they had in here bc GOD THAT WAS SO GOOD, SO NEEDED, SO BEAUTIFUL, but have only these 2 pages to save space.

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VII. Abe Takaya - Haruna Motoki - Mihashi Ren

The Old Battery and The New Battery

I LOVE THESE 3 TOGETHER, THEY ARE JUST SO SILLY TOGETHER, and I already talked about them separately, so imagine all of that put into one bowl AND MIXED.

Abe's complicated feelings towards Haruna, his hardworking personality, how his bond with Mihashi is so very different from Haruna's.

Mihashi's admiration for both Abe and Haruna, and wanting them to get along because he SEES HOW MUCH ABE HAS BEEN HURT, and seeing that he still CARES about Haruna.

Haruna, thanks to his current team, being in much better spirits, and admitting he was at fault too (and that he was also in a bad place, but that didn't make what he did ok!), appreciating Abe in his own way.

And yet Abe and Haruna still just going "he's the worst control" or "he'S NASTY" IT'S HILARIOUS, while Mihashi is there "They are amazing!"

No particular scene comes to mind (aside the ones I shared in the HaruMiha section) for these 3, no caps this time.

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VIII. Izumi Kousuke - Shinooka Chiyo

I'm going to be pretty boring this time, because as I'm nowhere near invested in them, I don't have much to say. I can only say that they ARE ADORABLE.

Hope you enjoyed this Rambling Session, my dearest Mikh, and hope you had fun reading this absolute word-vomit.

#ookiku furikabutte #manga #oofuri posting #asks #cupcheesecake #my oofuri partner (in crime)#la junk talks #i... realized that it's past 8 PM... and started working on this on-and-off the whole day sometime after our reading session...#so basically a spent like half a day on answering this #holy shit i need to learn how to be casual what the fuck #this was VERY FUN THO just not the most time efficient kdfnskjfvnsjkd #god i went bonkers hahaha i really hope you'll enjoy this dfkvnfbjdk good lord

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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago

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Hi I just found your blog and I've been going absolutely feral over the delicious content of it. Thank you for your service, ma'am

;-; thank you so much, and you're so welcome omg this was nice to hear after the day i've had lmao gosh i hope i keep making semi-decent things for you 💚

#we were close to the milestone and then lots of people unfollowed which is good because it means we got rid of minors #but bad because the minors were following me in the first place #and also because now i have to wait a bit longer #but meh #panic attack is over and i'm feeling nice now #thanks anon <3 #friends being friends #anon

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slowburningechoes · 2 years ago

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You did such an amazing job on the previous fic!!!

Okay same premise with sub!spencer having a plug in that vibrates, but shopping for pretty lingerie for him. 👀 tysm!!!!!

he would look so good in those pretty little things cw: 18+ content/MINORS DNI, sub!spencer x softdom!reader, exhibitionism, public sex, piv sex, lingerie, feminization, praise, degradation, anal stimulation word count: 1.2k

pretty boys deserve pretty things

"I hear one noise out of you then I won't let you wear your presents for a whole week, okay, pretty boy?" you disclose sternly.

"Y-yes, ma'am," Spencer forces out, wiggling with a combination of discomfort and anticipation in the passenger's seat. "I'll behave - I promise."

It had taken a little while for Spencer to fully dive into these more intense sub behaviors - wearing a vibrating lavender plug in public while you brought him into a store full of lingerie with the intent to buy him some gorgeous new outfits.

He had always enjoyed wearing frilly things in private, even purchasing a few school girl skirts in college and taking polaroids of himself in them (and occasionally silk or lace panties) to boost his self confidence. Admitting it to you, however, was a much more secretive and drawn out process. He would let you tie him up and use him every which way, stretching his ass out with your fingers and any toy that would fit, but when you caught him admiring himself in the mirror while wearing your black lace set with a matching garter, his face immediately turned beet red and apologies flowed from his lips. Spencer was embarrassed beyond words, but it flipped a switch in you that made you consumed with the feral need to take him over.

The discoveries stayed in private until now. You had told him about how you wanted to go shop for some new little outfits for him, but before you left his apartment he was sobbing with need as he stroked his cock and desperately begged to be filled up. How could you deny him? You couldn't. So, you placed lube upon the tip of the plug and gently pushed it into him until cum spurted from his twitching cock and stained the bed sheets. (You would worry about those later.) Afterwards, you demand he get dressed and come with you to pick out some new items to show off... and here Spencer sat beside of you - stretched, stuffed, and squirming - just the way you liked him.

As you entered the lingerie store, you opened the app on your phone to turn on the vibration setting for the plug, causing Spencer to gulp loudly.

"Behave," you whispered, giving him a glare. "You want to look pretty don't you?"

All he could manage was an "uh huh" as you moved as a pair to admire the numerous outfits that lined the edges of the store.

"Mmm, what do you think of this velvety emerald set, Spencie?" you tease, running one hand along the fabric and the other moving to increase the vibration of the plug.

Spencer mumbled a curse word under his breath and you saw the bulge in his pants grow harder.

"Spence?" you say again, nudging him with your elbow.

"Hm?" his attention jerks back to you. "This one? I-it's gorgeous."

Your fingers slide to the bottom of the underwear to reveal an open slit from the middle of the front all the way to the back side. "And it's all around easy access, too." You smirk up at him deviously.

Spencer practically read your thoughts and imagined his own fantasies coming to fruition while wearing the piece. "This is definitely one that we need."

You pull it down from the rack and lay it over your forearm before continuing to stroll alongside of him as he now led the way to an icy purple silk set on the mannequin. The purple was matched perfectly to the plug that filled him and the bra was delicately sheen with tiny cap sleeves and a perfectly sized bow placed in the middle of the cups. The panties matched perfectly and presented just enough cheekiness that he knew he would still be comfortable. It was soft and delicate looking and you could tell by the wide look in his eyes that he was completely in love with it. As he reached to read the tag, though, his expression seemed disappointed.

"What is it, baby?" you inquire, rubbing his shoulder softly.

"It's a medium..." he mumbles, discouraged since he didn't see it anywhere else in the store.

You cup his face gently with your hand to reassure him before calling the well-dressed merchandiser over to help. "I was wondering if you could check the back to see if we can find this in a small, by chance?"

"Of course!" the lady smiled before promptly moving to the back room.

Five minutes had passed and Spencer was still obviously anxious despite you slowly lowering the vibration level and helping him pick out a pretty mauve corset to buy as well. You didn't know what to do if they didn't have this piece, you hated seeing your baby disappointed - especially when he can't have something that would make him look so pretty.

As Spencer paced down the aisle beside the backroom door, it suddenly swung open and by some miracle she had found his perfect outfit.

"It took a little digging, but I finally found it!" she exclaimed. "Are you ready to check out or would you like a dressing room?"

Both of you spoke simultaneously, "Dressing room."

It was a tight squeeze for the both of you in the close quarters, but the arousal pulling between your legs desperately needed Spencer to try on at least one of his outfits - and you guessed correctly which one it would be.

The silk sheen and light lavender hue complimented him perfectly and the bow in the middle was the icing on the cake. Spencer twirled around in the mirror and beamed a satisfied grin in your direction. He looked fragile and gorgeous with the contrast of his aching swollen cock peaking out the hem of the panties, and you couldn't wait to get your hands on him. So, you pushed him against the wall and kissed him fiercely, your fingers intertwining in his flowing curls.

"You look so perfect in this, pretty boy," you hummed against his skin, sucking against his neck and leaving a light purple mark. "I don't think I can wait until we get home."

"F-fuck, me neither," he replied, bringing you back in for another deep kiss. "Can you please turn up the vibration again after I get out of these clothes, baby?"

"Feels good, hmmm?" you tease, moving to find your phone and do as he asked.

"Y-yes, ma'am. So good I'm afraid I'd cum in my pants before you had the chance to make me feel good and - and then I'd ruin my outfit," Spencer elaborated, slipping the panties down to reveal his dick slapped straight up on his stomach.

You loved how pitiful and needy his words sounded, causing that fire of domination to ignite within you, physically moving him to sit on the small bench against the wall so that you could straddle him.

"Lingerie or not, you always look so precious and innocent - and I really really love corrupting you," you groan softly, lining him up with your soaked entrance.

"Ohhh god, y/n..." Spencer whimpered as you sank down onto him further, his head thrown back against the wooden divider. "I-I love being corrupted by you and t-this f-fucking amazing pussy."

"Good," you manage to say, the pleasure nearly escaping your lips in a too-loud moan, "because this isn't over when we get home and your going to wear one as I bend you the fuck over and stretch you out with my strap-on, hm?"

Spencer has to catch a gasp in his throat because of the combination of stimulation and his now active imagination, but he couldn't wait to let it all out for you tonight.

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Ok first of all

“There y’are,” a low voice said, the perfect combination of fond and gravelly. FERALLLL

“Whoa, whoa,” Rhett’s voice was warm with surprise and delight. “Cut that out, darlin’, we can’t, they’re gonna call me back–” MA'AM PLSSSS

“Y’just can’t help yourself, can you, sweet girl?” 😭😭

You wanted to be his good girl. INDEED!!!!!!

“Calm your tits, Rooster,” you yelled back, “I’m practically ready.” LOVEEE

someone laughed as Harvard’s attempts to catch it just served to further empty the cup. OUR BOY BRIGHAM OH MY GOD "fist bite"

Bob shook his head, his expression still pretty guarded. “Whose opinion do you think matters to me more than yours?” GASP

“God, thinking about you…” he trailed off, “just lying here, looking like this…getting off to my voice…do you touch yourself first? Pet that pussy before you use your toy?” I AM UNWELL SANA

“Sweet girl?” he asked gently, but his eyes were so dark. “You like being that for me, don’t you? My sweet, sweet girl.” I've perished completely

“Honey,” teeth grazed over your nipple, and Bob chuckled, that beautiful low laugh. “Who do you think I’m talkin’ to when I make those audios?” THE SQUEAL I JUST LET OUT

“Ask me nicely, sweet girl,” he said, his voice so low, and you swear you nearly came on the spot. ASK ME NICE!!! GOOD LORD

“You jerk,” you sighed, “you’ve ruined my subscription.”

Bob chuckled, the bed shaking with his deep laugh. “Think you can content yourself with the real thing?” COMPLETELY FERAL

do you wanna make somethin' of it (Robert "Bob" Floyd x fem!reader)

pairing: bob floyd x fem!reader (no y/n)

synopsis: turns out, our favorite WSO has a side hustle, as quinn's favorite cowboy.

word count: 10.4k

warnings: 18+ explicit content, minors DNI: audio porn, a truly unhinged amount of dirty talk, overuse of pet names, bob's raging size kink, overstimulation via vibrators (and otherwise), unprotected PiV sex, an unrealistic number of orgasms, some dumbification, as can be expected.

A/N: this is way late bc i had to make sure the people who reblogged the moodboard were legal, thanks everyone for the patience and support! esp thank you @hangmanssunnies for being so encouraging, @sometimesanalice for being a gem and betaing thank you @laracrofted for coming up with bob's (ahem) inspirational reveal, and thank you everyone else for letting me be feral. there were a couple people who reblogged the moodboard but I couldn't tag them, so for the record, if you ask to be tagged, pls do make sure you're taggable AND ALSO THAT YOU HAVE YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO I AM NOT KIDDING. the title is from Jo Dee Messina's 90s country bop, "Do You Wanna Make Something Of It" -- okay enjoy!

You paused, halfway into your flight suit, looking down at your phone.

It was probably a bad idea to open an audio erotica app forty minutes before you had to be in the debriefing room with the rest of the aviators in your unit.

But.

You were ovulating, your vibrator was charged, and you’d just gotten a notification that BullRiderRhett had posted a new audio.

Before you knew it, you were grabbing your headphones and folding your flight suit by the door, leaving your tank top and sports bra on, but shimmying out of your panties. You set an alarm on your phone, connected your headphones and opened the app.

Quickie During the Rodeo

After my ride, I don’t have much time before they call up the winners…but you look so damn good in that sundress. We have to be quick, though. [M4F] [Short Audio] [Established Relationship] [In Public] [Strong Language] [Moaning] [SFX]

Yeah, you thought to yourself, that’d do.

You slid into bed, pulling a muting blanket over the lower half of your body as you settled into your bed and clicked play.

Immediately, the sounds of a rodeo pushed through your headphones.

You heard the shuffle of hundreds of feet, a rowdy crowd cheering, and distant country music over a speaker. You could almost imagine the dusty air, the smell of fresh hay and sweat, and the clamor of barrel racing in another arena.

There was a steady clanking of spurs as a pair of boots walked towards you.

“There y’are,” a low voice said, the perfect combination of fond and gravelly. You heard a shuffle of fabric, and a soft inhale, like the cowboy was wrapping you in his arms. Your eyes fell closed so you could immerse yourself in the fantasy.

“How’s my girl doin’?” he asked, his voice muffled like he had buried his head in your shoulder.

You never responded verbally to these things; it broke the illusion to speak to an empty room, but you liked that Rhett paused, as if waiting for your answer.

“Ah, well, I always ride better when I know you’re in the stands, cheerin’ for me,” he said. He had such a fantastic voice, low and soft, with this drawl that was so unpretentious and alluring. His canvas jacket rustled like he was hugging you tighter.

“Just let me hold you for a sec, yeah?” he asked, as the ambient sounds of the rodeo seeped back in. You found yourself just listening for the sound of Rhett’s breathing over it, a slow and steady rhythm that was deeply centering.

You heard when his breath caught, followed by a shuffling sound and a choked gasp from the cowboy.

“Whoa, whoa,” Rhett’s voice was warm with surprise and delight. “Cut that out, darlin’, we can’t, they’re gonna call me back–”

His voice broke off on a low moan that had you biting your lip.

Why did guys in real life never moan?

It was such a pretty sound, deep and masculine, and full of desire. It was one of your favorite things about Rhett. Your hand slipped under the blanket, rubbing over your pussy gently, getting yourself used to the pressure.

“Darlin’,” Rhett’s voice had gotten deeper, like a warning. “Ya can’t tease me like that, ‘s not kind.”

Your hips shifted at that voice, and Rhett laughed, low.

“Y’just can’t help yourself, can you, sweet girl?”

It was your favorite pet name he used, just the way he said it. You were obsessed with the gravel in his voice, the melodic twang coupled with a gentleness that belied all his ruggedness. It was like he was being quiet to make sure no one overheard him, like his words were for your ears only.

His spurs clinked as the noise of the rodeo faded, as though he was leading you somewhere away from prying eyes. A second later, there was a gentle, wet sound, like he was kissing you.

How would he taste, you wondered. Would his lips be soft? Or would they be chapped? Would he be ravenous, turned on from the adrenaline of the ride, or would he be slow, savoring your taste?

You turned on your vibrator, on a low and warming setting. You traced it lightly over your pussy, acclimatizing, as Rhett’s voice and the soft vibrations sent a heat under your skin.

Rhett’s breathing was heavy, like being near you made him breathless.

“Shameless,” Rhett chided, amused and fond. “I know I can’t stop you, but I’m not about to let anyone see ya like this. You’re mine.”

Your hips canted up into the vibrator, spurred on by the idea of being his.

“Oh, you like that, huh, sweet girl?” Rhett practically purred, his voice like a caress, “You like being mine?”

Rhett’s words washing over you, and vibrator’s motions met less resistance as you felt yourself growing wet.

“What if I…” he asked, and you heard fabric shuffling, like he was reaching down and under your dress. “Fuck, darlin’, are you wet for me already?”

You pressed your lips together to trap in a whimper.

You knew it was formulaic, but that didn’t make you less turned on. In this fantasy, you were Rhett’s girlfriend, you were already wet for him, you were needy enough to risk being caught to have his dick inside of you.

“Ya sure about this?” Rhett asked, and you could hear the intensity in his voice. Like he needed you too, just as desperately. “Yeah? Yeah, me too…fuck—yeah, feel me through my jeans. Feel how hard I am for you.”

You turned the vibrator up, imagining the rough texture of denim against your pussy. How hard Rhett would be, how good it would feel to rock up against the dirty fabric. Probably not the most hygienic, but he’d be so hot, even through his jeans, impossibly tempting.

“Go on, take me out,” Rhett directed, his voice a low whisper.

He moaned in your ear as a belt buckle came undone, and your head fell back as you circled the vibrator over your clit. God, he sounded so good, he sounded unraveled. You imagined the weight of him in your hand, and you shifted your hips, wishing you could feel the heat of him.

“Shit, okay. We hafta be quick,” Rhett panted. “I know, I know, turn around for me, darlin’. Brace yourself against the wall here…Christ, you look so good like this…ya ready for me?”

You couldn’t help yourself; you slid a hand down your body, changing the angle of the vibrator so you could run a finger through your folds.

Rhett held his breath, like it was too good, too much, and you waited.

Then came his strangled, relieved exhale, and you pushed a finger into yourself as you imagined him sliding into you.

“That’s right, sweet girl,” Rhett praised, his voice breathless, awed. “Let me into that tight pussy, nice and easy...”

Your mouth fell open as you imagined him filling you.

Would he be thick? Long? Maybe a slight curve to his cock? Cut or uncut? You licked your lips, your mind spinning with possibilities, your fingers a paltry imitation of the thing you wanted so badly.

“Ah, that’s it, that’s it,” Rhett murmured, and you couldn’t help but add another finger. “Such a good girl, for me, aren’t ya?”

You wanted to be his good girl.

Rhett was breathing hard, and the rhythm of it was perfect. You circled around your clit with the vibrator, and you were panting now too, your hips canting up as you fucked yourself on your fingers. You could imagine him driving into you, his hips thrusting his cock into you. It would be thick, you decided, broad and heavy.

“Ah, you’re taking me so well,” Rhett grunted. “You were made to take this fat cock, weren’t you?”

His breaths were coming faster, and you could hear him slamming his hips into yours. You could imagine his balls swinging, could imagine him driving into you to reach that spot your fingers just couldn’t brush against.

“This pussy feels so good, darlin’,” Rhett whispered, “the way you’re clenchin’ around me…”

Your thighs fell farther apart as you tried to time your fingers’ thrusts to his cadence. He was grunting after each thrust, this beautiful soft sound of exertion and pleasure.

A faint cheer rose above the sounds of your panting; another event had concluded.

“Shit, we hafta hurry, they’re gonna–” Rhett broke off, his hips snapping faster. “C’mere, let me play with that clit, let me feel you–fuck yeah, clench around me, just like that.”

You turned the vibrator up, your fingers faltering inside of you at the increased vibration and his words. Rhett’s grunts were getting higher pitched, a delicate thread of need seeping into them and you were going to lose your mind; it was perfect.

“Ah, such a good girl,” Rhett groaned. “God, I don’t deserve you, ya feel so good…are you close, darlin? Tell me you’re close, I need to feel you cumming on my cock, will ya do that for me?”

You were bucking into your hand, chasing a release that had come on so fast, so strong and you were so damn close, you just needed–

“There ya go,” Rhett breathed, his voice tight. “You feel–oh, sweet girl, don’t stop clenching me like that. Oh, you’re gonna make me cum with that tight pussy, fuck, are you gonna come with me, darlin’? Please come with me, please…”

You pumped your fingers in time with his pleas, Rhett’s voice growing hoarse as his hips sped up. You were so close, he sounded so good, you were almost there.

“Feels so good…Ah, I’m coming, I’m there– ah, shit,” Rhett moaned, his voice choking, and you orgasmed along with him, collapsing back into the pillow.

Your legs shook and you jerked the vibrator away from your sensitive clit, stroking gently over your pussy with your other hand and easing yourself down.Your body felt like it was humming and you turned the vibrator off, sated and pleasure drunk.

Something about Rhett always had you timing it perfectly, feeling so in sync and so primed, and when he came, it was like your permission to.

Rhett was groaning softly in your ear.

“So beautiful, darlin’,” he whispered. “God, I’m so lucky, look at you…so damn beautiful…”

The audio would fade out in another few minutes and you fumbled for your phone to turn it off, and turn off the just-in-case alarm that you’d set.

There was a bittersweet moment with audio erotica that didn’t exist in traditional porn– aftercare. Instead of just ending a scene, most creators seemed to enjoy winding down with their listeners, saying soft things, silly things, fond things. It straddled the line between soothing and demoralizing, and you couldn’t say you loved the contrast between the care in Rhett’s voice and the emptiness around you.

An emptiness that was interrupted by a loud pounding on your door.

“Hey, I can see your light under the door,” Bradley called from the hallway, “you better not still be asleep! If we’re late to Mav’s briefing you know he’s gonna have us doing laps around the tarmac.”

You stuck your tongue out at the ceiling on principle, grateful for the quiet of your vibrator and the distance between the door and your bed.

“Calm your tits, Rooster,” you yelled back, “I’m practically ready.”

“Damn better be,” you heard Bradley say, loud enough to be heard, soft enough to know he wasn’t actually pressed.

You gave yourself another ten seconds to revel in that perfect orgasm, and then swung your legs over the side of the bed. You cleaned yourself off quickly, dressed even quicker, and were out the door in no time.

Some might even say, with a pep in your step.

“Told you,” you muttered as you walked by Bradley’s row in the debriefing room, on time, and he huffed.

You settled into your normal seat, waving good morning to Callie and lifting your chin at Mickey, who grinned back at you. Bob was in the seat next to yours, as you’d all agreed early on that WSOs had to stick together, and you bumped his shoulder with yours as you sat.

The sweet man smiled, a hidden thing, and looked away quickly.

Sometimes, you felt like you knew there was more to him than he let on.

You’d seen him in action, seen him make split-second decisions that kept him and Phoenix in the air. You’d seen him crank out 200 pushups with Jake and Javy like it was nothing. But at the same time, he never seemed to hold your eye for longer than strictly necessary, seeming more comfortable to address the floor (unless someone pushed too hard, and he’d snap something so sassy it’d make you bite the inside of your mouth to keep from laughing).

When you’d first met him, you’d thought he was cute, in an Old Hollywood leading man kind of way, soft muscles and deep eyes.

You’d wondered if maybe you made him nervous. You’d thought maybe there was interest in those ocean blue eyes, but time went on, and he remained sweet and polite and kind. He was the same to you as he was with everyone else, and you were led to the reality that he was just an incredibly decent person.

Crushes came and went like water, especially in a group as gorgeous as the one you flew with, so you let him have his secrets.

The lights clicked off as Maverick strode to the front of the room, already talking and clicking his way through some kind of demonstration.

The hours in the room flew by.

By the time he finished, your head was spinning with a blur of parameters and calculations and mission expectations. You knew pilots felt the same way about your job as you did about theirs, but you were always grateful that at the end of briefings you only had to worry about systems and odds, not about flying a plane. As you were dismissed, everyone crowded to the center aisle, trying to get out and to the hangar as quickly as possible. Someone sneezed, or someone pushed someone; Harvard dropped his coffee.

It wasn’t full, and you were all in flight suits anyways, but you still startled when it fell, splashing over the row you were sitting in. Black coffee flew over seats and notebooks (thankfully no phones), and someone laughed as Harvard’s attempts to catch it just served to further empty the cup. Bob took the worst of it, on the end of your row.

"Ah, shit," Bob muttered, and you froze.

It wasn't that Harvard's spilled coffee had ruined Bob's notes, and yours too.

It wasn't that everyone in the briefing room was looking back at your row in surprise.

It wasn't even that Bob had sworn, even though you'd never heard anything harsher than "gosh" from the WSO's lips.

It was that that cuss, in that voice, in that same mumbled tone, had pushed you to orgasm four hours ago.

“Alright, it’s just coffee,” Maverick called over the clamor. “We’re burning daylight, people, come on.”

Harvard was apologizing profusely, someone was passing paper towels out, but you felt completely out of your body, in shock.

Bob was BullRiderRhett.

The WSO who asked for ginger ale when everyone else did shots at the Hard Deck, who cleaned his glasses when he got nervous, who stayed up all night to help Payback’s kid put together a Lego Statue of Liberty last time he was in town …was the guy who had talked you through the last few months of orgasms.

(Yes, you had an annual subscription).

(Yes, you deserved it).

When you let yourself back into your room at the end of the night, it still felt surreal.

In retrospect, you should’ve been a million times more dialed in– you’d had a $73 million machine under your hands, and the only thing on your mind all day had been this revelation.

How had you never noticed before??

Now that you were thinking of it, Bob did have that slight accent when he was tired, or when he was mad enough at something stupid Jake said…but what were you even supposed to do with this knowledge?

You moved through your skincare much the same way you’d moved through most of the day – on autopilot.

A knock on your door startled you.

“Now’s not the time, Bradshaw,” you called, automatically.

“Uh,” called a too-familiar voice, “not Bradshaw.”

You winced at your reflection in the mirror, trying desperately to decide if you recognized Bob’s voice from countless drills or from your Favorites list. You crossed your arms across your chest, your sweatshirt dragging against the hem of your pajama shorts as you slouched over to the door.

“Robert,” you announced, as you opened it, mentally smacking your palm against your forehead. You had literally never called him Robert; what was wrong with you??

Could’ve been worse, you mused.

You could’ve said ‘Rhett’.

“Hey,” he said, and if he was thrown by the use of his full name, he didn’t show it.

He looked the same.

The same, but in the way that had made you catch your breath when you first met him, when you were relieved that he was so unassuming and kind, because if he’d been any kind of authoritative, it would’ve debilitated you.

Tonight, he’d clearly showered after drills.

His hair was freshly combed and still damp, darker than normal. A tendril fell in front of his glasses, leaving a small line of fog against the outer corner of one of the lenses. He was in a plain white tshirt and light sweatpants, and you made yourself stop from looking further because you were not about to objectify your friend just because you now knew that he could dirty talk with the best of them.

And now you were thinking about that.

“Are you mad at me?” Bob asked, and it snapped you out of your spiral.

He was frowning at the sill, his hands shoved in his pockets, and his chest tight. There was a purse in between his eyebrows, and you really could not understand him, because how could a man who was objectively gorgeous, subjectively sweet, be this adorable? He looked up and the moment your eyes met, you looked away.

“No,” you said quickly, clearing your throat. “Of course not. Obviously.”

“I mean, not obviously,” Bob said, rubbing a sneaker against the carpet in the hallway. “You practically sprinted out of the briefing this morning, refused to speak to me over comms during drills, and you won’t look at me for more than two seconds, and that’s normally someone else’s line to me.”

It was a weak joke, but it was funny, and you could hear in his voice that he was trying to set you at ease, and that really only made you feel worse.

So you stepped aside and held open the door, not really trusting yourself to say anything else. Bob looked nervous, and you wanted to tell him it was you, not him, but instead you waited in silence as he stepped into the room.

You only had the light over the sink on, and the room was in soft shadows, but you thought it might be more weird if you turned on a light, like you were calling attention to it. You shut the door and Navy rooms didn’t really come with guest furniture, so you gestured to the foot of your bed, while you paced.

“This is going to be awkward,” you warned him, glancing in his direction, and wishing you hadn’t.

He was sitting on the foot of your bed, as directed, legs spread slightly and his elbows resting on his knees. You could see the muscles of his shoulders through the tshirt, and his eyes seemed especially bright, in the dim light from the room.

“Okay,” Bob said easily, and you appreciated that he wasn’t rushing you. Maybe he was starting to understand that this was something you were working through, rather than something he had done.

You switched directions, walking the length of the room, and then the length again.

You had to say it.

You’d just have to say it, and that would explain it, and then it would be out, and then you could figure out how to move forward. Bob was a problem solver, like you, and you were both smart enough to figure this out. You were also both adults. You could just say it.

You stopped in front of him, and Bob sat up a little straighter, like he wanted to be sure he was being respectful to the weight of whatever you were saying. God, he was such a good person, why did you have to be such a creep.

“Iknowaboutbullriderrhett,” you said in a rush, clasping your hands in front of you. The words seemed to echo around the room and you stared at Bob, waiting for him to react.

He didn’t, not really.

He nodded, slowly, and you watched him process the day through the lens of your revelation.

“So, you’re disappointed it’s me,” he said, like he was clarifying, and you shook your head.

“What?” you asked, confused, and Bob shrugged.

“Like if you were expecting a ranch hand from Wyoming, I get it, it’s weird that it’s just me.”

You blinked. “That…that’s beside the point; I feel guilty, like this is a weird invasion of privacy, and isn’t that what you should be asking, anyways, is if I’m going to tell anybody? I won’t, but–”

Bob shook his head, his expression still pretty guarded. “Whose opinion do you think matters to me more than yours?”

And how the hell were you supposed to respond to that?

“What?” you managed again.

Bob looked at you.

It was maybe the longest uninterrupted eye contact you’d ever had, and you weren’t sure if it was because he initiated it, or if something was different. But it made you curious, it made you stop rambling, it made you be still, and let Bob look, because you liked how he was looking at you.

He smiled, that familiar, bashful, expression, and it calmed you slightly.

It wasn’t like there was a demon possessing your friend, it wasn’t a dark secret, it was just a part of him that he didn’t bring out at work. His smile reminded you that you knew him, that you trusted him.

Then his head fell to the side, his eyebrows lowering behind his glasses, his expression turning inquisitive as he said, “You didn’t answer my question.”

It was still Bob.

But his voice was lower, his voice was softer and you knew that voice, but seeing it fall from petal pink lips was a revelation and you shivered. You pulled the sleeves of your sweatshirt down over your palms, hoping you could disguise it, but Bob saw it anyway.

Of course he did.

He could calculate projectile trajectories while at supersonic speed; of course he could see when his voice made you shiver. The expression on his face turned smug, and that was new, that was nothing you’d seen before and you were pretty much infatuated with it immediately.

Objectively, Bob was the best.

You knew it, everyone knew it. This was maybe the first time you’d seen him look like he knew it, and something like pride blossomed in your chest at the thought that it was because of you.

“I’m not disappointed,” you said honestly, and Bob smiled fully.

That was how he should always be, you decided, proud of himself, pleased by you.

He pushed himself off the bed.

He walked towards you slowly, slow enough that you could tell he was giving you time to back away, or tell him to stop, but you sure as shit weren’t going to do either.

Instead, your head tilted back as he came to stop in front of you.

“We have two options,” he said, almost conversationally, like you weren’t this close to melting into a puddle at seeing this side of him. “One: I go back to my room; we’ve learned something new today, but we go on like normal. Or–”

“Or,” you chose, not waiting to hear what the second option was. “Whatever ‘or’ is, that’s the one I want.”

It truly didn’t matter; if the choice was him walking out the door or not, you wanted whatever made him stay.

He huffed an exhale of a laugh, a soft sound that you’d heard a dozen times but it still made your breath catch. You’d grinned fondly when you heard it over comms, after Callie calmly roasted Jake, you’d shivered when you heard it in your headphones, but now that Bob was physically in front of you, you thought this was the best iteration of it.

“What do you like?” he asked softly, and it felt like a loaded question.

Like maybe he was asking which audios, or maybe the themes, or if him, in front of you, was enough. The room felt suspended, like someone had paused the film of your life and you could see everything outside of yourself. The heat in Bob’s eyes, the way his fingers, held loose at his side, twitched slightly, like he wanted to reach for you. The way your own breath caught, like you were careful not to break a spell, like you wanted it to never break.

You kissed him.

You probably could’ve been more graceful about it, but he was standing just there, and you needed to know, needed to feel him against you. You reached for his arms, your hands grasping above his elbows to pull him down and press yourself closer.

He was so soft.

The moment your lips brushed over him, you felt him bending, moving. His glasses bumped into your nose as he adjusted and then his hands were on your waist, spreading over your back and how had you never noticed how big his hands were? They felt huge, and his chest was strong and warm as he pulled you into him.

You could smell his shampoo, something earthy and sweet, and it was intoxicating how pure it was. He didn’t feel pure. He felt hot, kissing you back with an urgency that stole your breath away. Bob kissed you with certainty, with earnestness, and you were obsessed.

You pulled back, staying in the cradle of his arms, needing to be this close when you answered the question he’d asked. Long lashes fluttered against the tops of his cheeks as you broke the kiss, and Bob pulled in a long breath through his nose. When he opened his eyes, the blue of them was so bright, cutting. You didn’t know how he held it all, his sharpness and softness, gentleness and intention.

“Can I show you?” you asked.

He blinked, the motion slow, as he looked between your eyes, trying to focus with you so close. You saw the corner of his mouth turn up in that bashful smile, and his arms around you tightened slightly.

“Show me,” he said, your question but now a command, and your mouth went dry.

His voice sent a flush of heat over your skin, and whatever he wanted, you’d say yes, for this man who was your friend and your fantasy, and asking you so nicely.

It amazed you how you didn’t feel nervous.

This was arguably the most intimate situation you’d found yourself in in a hot minute, but instead of nerves or anxiety, you could only think of how much you wanted Bob to see how much he affected you. From that first moment you’d met him, to the crush you’d packed away, to the voice that haunted your dreams, you wanted him. And you wanted to see how that would affect him.

You walked over to the sink, grabbing the vibrator from where you’d left it after you cleaned it this morning. Bob walked back over to the bed, taking up his original post at the foot of it, but his eyes never left you. He toed off his sneakers, and you slipped out of your pajama shorts, leaning over to arranging pillows against the headboard.

You climbed into the bed and rested your back against the pillows, nudging Bob’s thigh with your toes before you bent your knees. He turned himself to face you, his long legs unfolding outside of yours. It was like he was being careful not to touch you, and you liked that this was how it was going to start– just his voice and your pleasure. You hoped once he saw what a tight string was tied between the two, maybe he’d get a little more involved. A part of you wished that you’d deepened the kiss earlier, but it was just as well to have the anticipation of it.

It was ridiculous that you were already turned on.

You’d had eight hours to come to terms with the fact that Bob was Rhett, but as he sat across from you, it was like his gaze was scorching you. His bright eyes ran over you hungrily, and you rolled your neck, enjoying being the object of his gaze.

You’d been bold when you suggested it, but now the silence of the room seemed to stretch. You wondered if you should ask Bob to talk, or if that would be weird. Bob looked at you, his damp hair falling in front of his glasses again, and he brushed it aside absently.

“Is this where you lay, when you listen to me?” he asked, his eyes tracing over the simple bed, the regulation bedding, the pillows you’d brought in to spruce it up. His voice was low, curious, and now that you were listening for it, you could hear the traces of a drawl, hanging on the edges of it.

You nodded, unable to look away from him, and his nose flared slightly at the confirmation.

“You’re so pretty,” he said, and it washed over you. It was such a simple compliment, but the truth of how he said it, like every fiber of his being meant it, warmed you.

“God, thinking about you…” he trailed off, “just lying here, looking like this…getting off to my voice…do you touch yourself first? Pet that pussy before you use your toy?”

Your mouth actually fell open hearing Bob Floyd say ‘pussy’ so casually.

And he said it sitting in your bed, his eyes on you, his voice dropping into a deep drawl and yeah, you were going to do whatever he asked.

You shifted slightly, a hand falling between your thighs to press over your clothed cunt. You cupped yourself, loving the way Bob’s eyes followed your hand with rapt attention. The kiss, his words, his eyes…you weren’t wet yet, but you could feel your body warming, turning towards Bob.

“Love that you take your time with your pussy, warm her up, slow. ‘s not a thing you have to rush, not when the building feels so good. And I bet you feel so good, don’t you, so soft and warm…”

It didn’t feel slow, not with how hot Bob’s voice was. How good it felt to have him in the room with you, not just an empty echoing in your ears but physically here. You continued to tease yourself over your panties and you felt when they grew damp, when your arousal slowed your fingers, made the fabric slick.

“Fuck,” Bob breathed, and you whimpered.

The sound was involuntary, a reaction to seeing sweet, wholesome, Bob swearing over the sight of you. It made you feel regal, and if you had to guess, pulling sounds out of you made him feel the same. At the sound of your whimper, Bob’s eyes dropped to your mouth, and you watched the tip of his tongue push through his lips, as he wet them.

“Ah, you sound so good, too, I can’t believe–” he broke off, laughing quietly. “Can’t believe I’m jealous of my own damn self. How many times have I made you cum, and I’ve never gotten to see it?”

It was your turn to laugh, not quite willing to reveal how much you listened to BullRiderRhett.

“That many, huh?” Bob’s voice was smug, and it was such a good sound on him. You ground your wrist over your clit, pressing into the hard bone, craving the friction.

“Take your panties off,” he said, “touch yourself, not the vibrator yet.”

You followed his instruction, pulling up your legs to peel off your panties and resettling. You extended a leg down the bed, pressing inside of Bob’s long leg, as you trailed your hand between your thighs. At the first brush of skin against your sensitive folds, your head tipped back against the headboard.

It was just your hand, but with Bob here, it felt like it was almost his. It was his bidding at least, and you explored yourself leisurely, dragging your fingers through your wetness.

“Yeah, that’s right, bet you feel so good,” Bob said, his voice so low. “Feel yourself, sweet girl, tell me how it feels.”

You gasped, your hips rising in a pavlovian response to the endearment. It was somehow even more overwhelming when it was Bob who spoke it over you, here, in the flesh. When he could see that your skin prickled, that your breath caught, in response to him.

“Say it again,” you whispered, hoping he’d understand, and when you looked back at him, the expression on his face was one of adoration and hunger, awe and need.

“Sweet girl?” he asked gently, but his eyes were so dark. “You like being that for me, don’t you? My sweet, sweet girl.”

You nodded weakly, your fingers suddenly not enough. You rubbed over your clit, trying to stop the truth from spilling out of you as heat fanned out through your body from your touch.

“Yours,” you corrected weakly, and you scrambled for the vibrator and switched it on, using the intense humming of the toy as an excuse to hide from Bob’s reaction to your admission.

You felt one of his hands wrap around your ankle, and his long thumb stroked from your heel up to the joint. It was the perfect touch, and just grounding enough to keep you from being overwhelmed by the vibrations.

“You sound so pretty,” Bob murmured, “those little whimpers you make, fuck.”

Were you whimpering?

You felt like you noticed everything a bit too late, too loud. You realized you were pulling the vibrator over your cunt in a mimicry of the strumming motion Bob’s thumb was tracing on your ankle, and your hips canted up. Pleasure swirled in you, hot and tingling, but you felt something missing.

“Bob,” you panted, god, how were you already panting, “I need–”

You turned the toy higher and broke off, writhing.

“Darlin’, love you saying my name like this,” Bob drawled, and it was a proper drawl now, and how he said darlin’ made you feel like you might combust. “Can’t believe I get to see you like this, you look so good…knowing this isn’t your first time working yourself to my voice, makes me so damn jealous.”

You whined, pressing the vibrator more firmly against your skin, your hips starting to grind into it.

“Tell me,” you asked, your voice reedy, and Bob huffed a laugh, like you didn’t even have to ask. He ran a hand over his thigh, coming to rest at the seat of his sweatpants and you bit your lip as he adjusted himself through the thin fabric.

“So damn jealous,” he repeated, “thinking how many orgasms I’ve missed. How many times you came when I asked, how those thighs would tremble as you fucked yourself thinking of taking me…fuck, honey, you’ve heard me cum, and I’ve never–”

A moan pushed its way past your lips, as you realized that the groans and grunts and needy noises that you got off to weren’t incorporeal: they belonged to Bob.

You looked down at the foot of the bed where Bob was watching you greedily. His eyes roamed over your spread legs, the twitches in your thighs, the slackness in your jaw, and you looked at him too. His pale skin was flushed, color in pink splotches high on his cheeks, and his lips were parted. His chest rose and fell as he drew in deep breaths, and when he shifted slightly, you moaned again.

“Can you touch yourself?” you asked, almost shy, wanting to see him. You felt good, so insanely good, but the thing you’d always loved about the Rhett audios was how much pleasure it sounded like he was getting too. There was something so hot about knowing you were the root of someone else’s desire and pleasure, and you wanted so badly to be that for Bob.

“You’re gonna have to wait just a little longer, sweet girl,” Bob said, but he ran a hand over the thigh of his sweatpants, adjusting himself again, and your hips bucked up of their own volition. You guessed he was wearing underwear under his sweatpants because you couldn’t see an outline, but the idea of his dick hanging that far down his thigh had your mouth watering.

“Wanna see you,” you protested, hearing a sound like a pout in your voice and Bob’s hand on your ankle tightened. He looked at you hard, and you knew he was gambling, trying to decide if he wanted to play a card.

“I know, sweet girl,” he said, licking his lips, “but you have to earn my cock.”

Your eyes rolled back and your core clenched at those words. How many times had you heard Rhett tease you with that? But it was different now, because Bob was here. Because he was real, and his cock was real, and however many times you’d wondered about Rhett, your curiosity could be sated in Bob.

When you lifted your head to look back at Bob, he was slackjawed, watching you writhe. You were practically humping the toy, chasing an orgasm that suddenly felt so much closer. The vibrator felt stronger than normal, or maybe you were more sensitive, but you felt your climax building, and your thighs started shaking.

“I wanna see you,” you repeated, and it sounded pathetic, but it was true, you did. In a moment, this had switched from getting off in front of your friend to needing your friend’s dick, and you didn’t know how Bob knew it but he did.

He readjusted his grip on your ankle and before you could react he pulled.

You slid down the bed, your thighs parting around where he now kneeled; he braced himself over you, and you whined, needing his touch. He kissed you, his mouth wide and plundering, slanting his lips over yours. You moaned into his kiss, so different from the soft gentleness of your first embrace. This was Bob kissing you, and his tongue delved into your mouth and you opened for him.

“I’m too greedy for that, sweet girl,” he whispered, his lips against yours. “I know if I get between these thighs I’m going to lose myself, and I want to see how much you want it. I wanna be here, fully here, the first time I get to see you cum.”

He reached down, and you felt his hand trace over yours. You’d nearly dropped the vibrator when he pulled you down the bed, but now Bob tightened your grip, and guided it back to your cunt. You keened as the vibrator pushed between your folds, and Bob followed your lead, wanting to see how you fucked yourself for him.

It was better with him.

His strong hand bracketing yours, his other at the back of your neck, holding you steady. His hand was on yours but he brought his face close to yours again, and you drank in the reality that he was here, this close, holding you. His breath was hot against your skin, and his glasses were fogging up from how hard you were breathing.

“So are you gonna let me see it, darlin’?” he asked against your skin, and that voice, coupled with his touch, nearly had you there. “You gonna come for me, let me see what it looks like when my sweet girl gets off with just my voice and the toy we’re using on her? You’re almost there, honey, I can see it, come for me come on now–”

He sounded so good.

His voice was perfect and soothing and it felt like a dream but it wasn’t, it was real. He was holding you, feeling you, breathing the same air and working you. You’d never been so aware of your body and how it was tuned towards someone else. You cried out his name as you came, your back arching and your free hand fisting in Bob’s tshirt, reminding yourself he was there, he was there, he was there.

You felt like you were floating.

Pleasure coursed through your body and you could feel it pulsing in your fingertips, beating in your heart. You became slowly aware of the room around you. The air felt cold against your sweat-dampened skin, the hum of the refrigerator was the only noise other than your hard breathing. Bob was still over you, and he’d pulled the vibrator away from you, switching it off without really looking, running a soothing hand over your hip. The hand at the back of your neck was firm, holding you tightly so you could feel him.

“How’re ya doing, sweet girl?” he asked softly, and you felt him press a kiss to your cheek. “Did that feel good?“

You hummed in agreement, words still beyond you. His voice was so gentle, but had a raspy edge, like he was thinking over the last several minutes, holding them in his mind.

“You did such a good job for me,” he murmured, and you turned into his touch.

He was like sunshine, wasn’t he?

Just warm, and good, and you wanted to bask in him and his light like a dryad. His eyes darted away once he realized you were looking at him, and it made your heart skip a beat, that he could somehow be shy after coaxing you through one of the hottest orgasms of your life.

You were trying to think of how to say “your turn” in a way that wasn’t corny or cringey, but what you came up with was, “Can we keep going?”

Bob’s eyes snapped back to yours, and the world seemed to pause for a moment, hovering. Waiting, hoping, and Bob’s chin dipped, just slightly, and all was right.

“Baby,” he said, in the low, perfect, voice, “I’d like nothing more.”

When he kissed you, you were both smiling, somewhat giddy, and any nerves that had gathered during that pause dissipated, as you kissed his smile-thinned lips.

You shifted slightly, pushing yourself back up the bed and pulling Bob with you.

He moved easily, his long body spanning over yours, pressing you back into the mattress with the most delicious pressure. His hands were wandering, then, delicate fingers tracing over your sweatshirt, and when he lingered at the hem of it, you pushed him off. You didn’t want to be patient, didn’t want his chivalry, and so you pulled your sweatshirt over your head before you had time to second guess yourself.

The way Bob looked at you, you wished you’d done it sooner.

His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip as he stared at your chest and you pushed yourself off the bed by your shoulders, so you could reach behind you and undo your bra. The moment the garment fell off, Bob’s hands were on you, his wide palms cupping your breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut at his touch, humming in the back of your throat as his fingers explored you. You felt the bed shift as he moved, and you gasped when a warm breath ghosted over your bared skin.

Bob kissed down from your sternum, wet kisses over you, and by the time he reached your nipples, he was practically lapping at your skin. You whimpered as his mouth closed over your nipples, his tongue swirling over you as his hand teased your other breast. When he hummed, you felt it all over, the soft vibration over your skin.

“Bob,” you gasped, and he moaned.

“Ya sound so pretty,” he whispered into your skin, “somehow better than I imagined.”

Your breath caught as his mouth moved to the valley between your breasts, and he laved the same attention to the other. He couldn’t have meant that how it sounded. As incomprehensible that this was happening, it was wilder still to think that he had imagined this, as you had.

“You thought of me?” you asked, your own voice sounding nearly breathless.

“Honey,” teeth grazed over your nipple, and Bob chuckled, that beautiful low laugh. “Who do you think I’m talkin’ to when I make those audios?”

His lips closed over you again, but the swirling of his tongue wasn’t enough to distract from the words he’d just uttered.

He wasn’t done, either.

“Y’know how many nights I’d wondered about the taste of your skin,” he murmured into it, “or what your tits would feel like in my hands? What sounds you’d make when I kissed you, how soft you’d be, everywhere? If you’d cry, or moan, or laugh when you came, or how you’d say my name…”

Your hand wound back into his hair and you pulled him back up to your mouth. This kiss was desperate, so much unsaid between the both of you. So much longing, so much wondering and now it was here. You couldn’t explore each other fast enough, and you were clawing at his clothing, trying to feel as much of his skin as possible. Bob was just as eager as you were, pulling off of you to shuck off his tshirt and sweatpants, and you reached for his glasses.

He blinked at you slowly as you pulled them off of him.

This sweet man.

He was so focused on you, his eyes so intent even as he struggled to focus, and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were. You leaned over to place them carefully on your nightstand, and when you came back to the bed, Bob’s arms settled around you in the most comforting embrace.

You loved the feeling of his skin.

He was so soft, pale skin covering deceptively strong muscles, and you were obsessed with the dichotomy. Your hands greedily traversed over his broad shoulders, thick biceps, taut stomach, and when you got to the hem of his boxers, you felt his breath catch as he shifted over you.

Fuck.

You’d thought it might’ve been a trick of the light, or a trick of sweatpants, some kind of trick, but under your hand, Bob felt hung. Your fingers rubbed over the bulge in his boxers, and Bob’s head dropped to your shoulders.

“We don’t have to–” he started, and broke off when your touch reached the end of him. You were just tracing the shape of him, but your breath caught when you felt his fat head, the cleft at his tip, even through the thin fabric.

“We do,” you said, swallowing quickly, not even trying to hide the way your thoughts were racing, “I really hope you have a condom, Floyd, because we really, really have to.”

He huffed, and then he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, pushing himself off you and reaching down to feel around the ground for his sweatpants. You loved that he had a condom on him – not because it meant that he was expecting this, but because it just confirmed for you that Bob was the type to look at birth control as shared responsibility, not just a matter of whether a gal took the pill or felt like risking going without. He fumbled for a moment, and you couldn’t help yourself.

While he was distracted (admittedly, this was probably a task you could have thought of while he still had his glasses on) you leaned over and traced your tongue over his collarbone. He smelled so good, and you could just taste the salt of his sweat. Bob’s breath grew ragged, and you loved the sound of it, kissing up his neck and finding that tempting spot where you could feel his pulse. You loved how frantic it was, loved the steadiness of him.

He found the condom.

You shifted back to your elbow, watching with blatant interest as he shoved his boxers down his thighs, tore the wrapper open and rolled the condom onto his dick.

Holy. Shit.

He looked like a work of art.

A beautiful flush had worked its way across his chest and throat, the tendons on his arms and hands stood out in stark contrast, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his cock. He really was that big.

“What is it?” he asked quietly, and your eyes darted back up to his face to find his brows furrowing slightly, since he couldn’t read your silence or your expression.

You pushed yourself up to kneeling on the edge of the bed, Bob still standing beside it, and reached for him. He stepped into your embrace easily, mollified by the shared warmth between your bodies, as you reassured him with soft kisses wherever you could reach.

“I thought it was a line,” you admitted, somewhat embarrassed at how wantonly you’d just been staring at him. “Just a cliche ‘oh, you want to choke on this big dick’, but…but you’re actually, you know…”

Bob smiled, somehow bashful, as you pitched your voice lower in an approximation of Rhett’s drawl.

“Is that an offer?” he asked, and oh you liked this side of him– teasing, relaxed, a little cocky.

And the thought of choking on him…it was a really great fantasy. He’d hurt your jaw something fierce, but you wanted to see if you could draw those breathy whimpers out of him. Figure out what your tongue could do to him, see how much he could take, push him a little further, and make him cum down your throat.

“Honestly,” you said, and yeah, your throat was dry just from the thought of it, “I really want to try that, sometime.”

At your tone or your words, you couldn’t be sure, Bob’s hips pushed forward slightly. With the height difference of you kneeling and him standing, his cock brushed against your ribs. You were both suddenly so aware of him, his thick cock resting between you, and Bob’s hips pushed forward again.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured, and his hips slid back, slowly. His hands were on your waist, holding you still as he ground against you. Your mouth fell open at the heavy motion, the promise of it, and the duration of it.

“You’re so big,” you whispered, another truth that should’ve sounded like a cliche, but instead was just a fact.

“You’ll fit me,” Bob said, with such confidence and certainty that suddenly you didn’t care if it was in your mouth or between your legs, you needed him in you.

“Please,” you asked, and Bob groaned, actually groaned, like you asking was the best thing he’d ever heard. His hands were so tight on your waist, like he needed that control and you knew how you wanted him.

You leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips, and then turned back to the bed, your hand sliding up towards the headboard, your ass lifting like an invitation. Bob wasted no time, climbing back over the bed and shifting you so you were lengthwise on the bed again, and then draping his long body over yours. Your head rolled between your shoulders; he felt so good. Warm and strong, and all around you, and then you felt his big hand between your thighs. He opened your thighs gently, and then a thick finger traced between them.

“So wet,” he murmured, so close to your ear, and you shivered. “You’re gonna feel so good around me, aren’t you?”

You nodded, words failing you in your anticipation. But Bob wasn’t in a rush. His calloused finger teased through your folds, smearing the remnants of your orgasm up over your clit, playing with your cunt, until you were shaking.

You whimpered, your arms trembling as you braced yourself on the bed. You pushed your hips back into his touch, and you felt Bob’s breath shutter from his chest pressed to your back, but he didn’t move any faster.

“Don’t rush me, honey,” Bob said, his voice low, and you tried to hold still, you did, but his teasing was too much.

He alternated between spreading your folds, circling your clit, dipping his finger into you just enough to tease you, then pulling back entirely. You felt like you were aching, desperate for him, needing him. Bob spread you open with one hand, and you felt his thick head at your entrance, seeking. You saw the hand that wasn’t playing with your clit drop down to the bed beside yours as he braced himself, and you pushed your hips back, weakly.

“Ask me nicely, sweet girl,” he said, his voice so low, and you swear you nearly came on the spot.

“Please,” you managed, your voice sounding entirely too weak, “please, please, I need to feel you–”

You broke off when he pushed into you.

A steady, overwhelming pressure as that beautiful, enormous cock pushed into you. Your back arched and you gripped the sheets as he stretched you out, the gentle, even pressure nearly blinding. He was so thick, you felt like you could feel his heartbeat, like you’d been lit on fire, and the only thing you knew you needed was more, more.

Your head dropped to the sheets, even as your hips worked weakly back into his, welcoming him despite the burn.

Bob’s hand covered yours, his thick fingers tangling with yours on the bedsheets, and you felt cherished, you felt wrecked, you felt perfect.

Fuck, he felt so good.

You were full to the point of overwhelmed, and you realized he’d stopped pushing, was fully seated inside you. You felt so connected, so whole, even though you were heaving like you’d run a marathon.

Bob‘s nose traced your cheek, his soft lips kissed your jaw as his breath tickled your ear. “Does that feel good, darlin?” he asked.

You nodded, wordless, it felt like a dream come true. You felt every inch of him in you, every inch of him over you, and it was perfect.

“So,” Bob whispered, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear, “what do you say?”

“Thank you,” you moaned, you’d never been so grateful for anything in your life. “Feels so good, fuck, thank you–”

Bob groaned, and his hips pulled back before he slammed back into you. His thrust would’ve pushed you up the bed, except for his body over yours, holding you steady.

“Sweet girl, it’s like you don’t want this to last long,” he said, almost angry, and the sound of his voice had your eyes rolling back in your head. He sounded so good, he felt so good, he was so perfect, you were so full… “Like you’re trying to drive me mad with this tight cunt, with those sweet little whimpers, you feel so good, baby.”

You couldn’t do anything.

You were a molten mess of heat and driving need, your body aching and craving and sated by the thick cock pressing inside of you. Bob was thrusting so deep into you, his fat cock head prodding against a spot you distantly registered wasn’t made up, but might’ve been, for how perfectly he was hitting it. You weren’t aware if you were making sounds or just lying there, all you knew was how fucking good he felt in you, how you needed him to never stop.

“Feel so full,” you gasped, and Bob pushed into you again.

“Damn right,” Bob muttered, his voice dark, “full of my dick, like you’re fucking meant to be. Gorgeous girl, bent over, taking my cock like you need it.”

You whimpered, clenching around him. “I do, I do,” you babbled, “need you.”

Bob moaned, and it might’ve been the prettiest sound you’d ever heard. How was he real? How could he be this good, this kind, this fucking hot??

The sounds in the room were dizzying.

Bob’s hips slapping into your ass, the squelching sounds where you were joined, your gasps and his breathy grunts. It was perfect, and you felt the heat around you condensing in your core.

He knew, somehow.

The fingers that had been spreading you for his cock, moved to the top of your cunt, teasing over your clit. Your legs jerked, your mouth dropping open as Bob circled your clit, his fingers tracing over it, gently pinching it and coaxing you higher.

“I’m gonna cum,” you panted, heat and need rising.

“Christ, please,” Bob said, his voice so earnest, so dear, as you pushed back into him. “Let me feel it, sweet girl, let me feel this pussy I’ve been dreaming about. Want to feel you milking my cock, so damn good, you can do it, come on…”

He pumped into you once, twice, and you shattered. Your legs gave out, shaking, and then Bob’s hands were on your waist again, holding you up. You moaned his name, trembling and lost, and he held you, ever steady. He kept working into you, his thick cock pressing into you, like he was the only thing tethering you to this pane, and you felt drunk off of him.

“There it was, that was beautiful…fuck, you’re so hot, that feels so damn good. You sounded so gorgeous, sweet girl, you did so well…”

You moaned as his words coaxed you back.

He was still pumping into you, that steady, punishing pace and you were so sensitive but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He felt so strong, so hot, so close to you and you needed it. Needed him. His thick arms cording around you, his strong grip digging into your hips, his fat cock stuffing you, you never wanted it to stop.

“You’re so good,” you whispered, needing him to know. Not just how he felt, or how he sounded, but who he was. How he was, and how much he meant.

Bob’s hips stuttered.

You were aching, you were spent, but you tightened your core and clenched around him.

“Baby,” he groaned, “I’m close you can’t–”

You rolled your hips.

Bob grunted, and then he was moving, faster than lightning. He swept your hands out, pushing you down by your shoulders into the mattress, his body draping over yours. You turned your head to the side, and like he knew, he was there, kissing you.

It was sloppy, it was messy, but your lips and tongue tangled together, like you both needed the sweetness of a kiss to balance the savage way Bob’s hips were fucking into you.

Each press of his hips ground your pussy into the mattress and the pressure was so fucking unreal. You moaned into him, and Bob seemed drunk off the sound, off of you. You were so overstimulated, so out of your body that pleasure was the only thing that made sense. Only the way his hips rubbed your clit into the mattress, only the way his cock was stroking into the deep part of you, only the way he was panting against your lips.

“You’re everything,” Bob whispered, just a breath away. “So much better, so much – fuck, you feel too good. Will you come for me again, sweet girl? I want to feel it so bad, need another one from you, can you do that for me?”

You shook your head, wrung out, but you felt it building anyways. Fuck, how was that possible? But Bob’s thrusts, the pressure on your clit, the weight of his warm body, the need in his eyes, it was driving you higher.

And then.

And then he got close.

He broke off from the kiss, his thrusts growing almost frantic. Each breath he drew ended on a gasp, a soft whine that reached deep into your gut and set off something primal. He was fucking into you but he was whimpering, and you knew he needed it, needed you, like he said. He moaned, a needy, beautiful sound, and before you could feel his orgasm, yours broke over you.

You collapsed into the mattress, Bob covering you, and you distantly heard him getting louder as your thighs shook. He sounded so pretty, those sweet moans and the desperate gasps driving you mad. The world was just molten heat, desperate thrusts, echoes of whimpers and you faded into the vacuity of it.

When you came back, you were on your side.

You were drenched in sweat, you both were, and a sheet was covering you from the cool room. Bob had taken off the condom, you noticed absently, and had pulled your sheet up over both of you, tucking you into his chest. His arms were warm around you, and when you exhaled, you watched the blond hairs on his forearms blow back and forth.

“How’re you doing?” Bob asked softly, and you could weep. It was him, so familiar, so gentle, and so much better than any recording, any fantasy, anything. Your arm swung halfheartedly in his direction.

“You jerk,” you sighed, “you’ve ruined my subscription.” Bob chuckled, the bed shaking with his deep laugh. “Think you can content yourself with the real thing?”

You shifted, turning to face him. In the dim light of the room, he somehow still managed to look like an angel. His soft eyes were unfocused, his mussed hair was snarled from your fingers, and he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

You leaned over to kiss him, Bob’s lips already thinning on a smile. “I think I can manage,” you said.

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chances are high i'll do a part 2/followup with both of them recording an 'overheard' audio...let me know! comments and reblogs are the surest way to make that happen 💙

#in conclusion #IM DECEASED TY FOR BLESSING US SANA #bob floyd

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