#i'm unwelllll

[c2-eh]

the difference 😵‍💫😩

[forcebookish]

i'm unwell about them

[fairyroses]

— Deleted Scene from SMALLVILLE, “Talisman” (3.20)

[lyril]

i feel like the implications of how magic works in adventure time are kind of messy, and could probably use some more exploration, but i do appreciate how there really is varying levels of magic, madness, and sadness that go into it. it's extremely interesting if it's all very personal, in that way.

so, i also appreciate that, even in losing his magic and madness, we get to see a simon who's still clearly very, very deeply sad in fionna & cake

as with the other paralells in their characters, and despite him noting that his sadness seems to be gone, i feel like in adventure time this is... still the case for magic man, as well? there's some things that he does that are also very reminiscent of simon after he also becomes "normal", or maybe more accurately, that simon does that are like an extension of all of this, and of course a reflection of how he's now in a similar position that betty, and therefore, magic man, has been in

for instance, as normal man, he very clearly feels a lot of guilt over what he's done as magic man (even if, with the differences in their circumstances, simon is a lot more hesistant to really call ice king's actions his own), to the point of...

...self sacrificial suicidality.

because, shout out to magic man for uh, renaming himself to "normal man" and then getting finn and jake to help rescue his brother, only to immediately be like "actually, maybe i should just go get thrown off of a cliff, i kind of deserve it anyway" when they get there (peak normal behavior, of course) (was this not extremely concerning to anyone else. for the love of god please help me)

and, as with simon, i feel like it's pretty obvious he's not over margles

he definitely acts like he is, and as wonderfully put and analyzed in this post, he seems to be projecting onto betty in trying to help her, instead

up to this point, things have definitely been looking up for him, maybe compared to simon at the start of fionna & cake. it's interesting they've also almost swapped their position as a "king". but, i still think he wasn't doing the best, underneath the demeanor that just seems to be how he is, he's still not really being open about what he actually feels now that he can, well, feel it all again

magic man doesn't nearly get as much exploration, with the limited amount of screentime that he has compared to simon, but, outside of the circumstances they're in, i think there are a lot of paralells between all of these characters that aren't as discussed as much others (he's even implied to have been a science guy himself!)

[mylittlepimp]

NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THE

"You can see it in his eyes he wants to be good, but more then that he wants to be like his dad"

BUT NOW HIS EYES ARE GONE? AND HE REALIZES HIS DAD DOESNT CARE

THE POTENTIAL!!!!

[potato-lord-but-not]

I SAW YOUR ART ON THE WILL WOOD MERCH WEBSITE AND AAAAAH I'M SO EXCITED

NOT AS EXCITED AS MEEEEEEE IVE HAD TO KEEP THIS TO MYSELF FOR OVER A WEEK IM UNWELLLLL

[indigo-anonymous]

Spoilers for the Underworld Saga of Epic the Musical, which just released today!!

This song is so Hazbin Hotel Adam to me!!! Like, Adam right before he decides to become the head Exorcist. When he's still doubting whether he should do this, when he's still kind and sympathetic.

When he decides to become the Monster to protect the people in Heaven he cares about.

Specific lyrics under the cut :))

"Is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills? Is he up in the middle of the night? Or does he end my men to avenge his friend And then sleep knowing he has done him right?" - definitely the mindset Adam has later, why he doesn't see his actions as wrong at all

"If I became the monster, and threw that guilt away. Would that make us stronger, would it keep our foes at bay?" "If I became the monster to everyone but us, and made sure we got home again, who would care if we're unjust?"

"Then I'll become the Monster, I will deal the blow. And I'll become the Monster, like none they've ever known So what if I'm the Monster?!" - this one is making me cry rn </3

I'm brainrotting so hard you guys I am UNWELLLLL. Especially since Just A Man was a song I had for Adam in my head as well. The whole "When does a Man become a Monster" bit is painful /pos

Indigo <3

[teddybeartoji]

oh myGODDDD imagining toji sucking off the strap like a KING but he’s so adamant that it doesnt do anything for him even after you tug him down on it further and make him choke just a little so pretty little tears are in his eyes before he glares at you!! Or if he pulls off and bites your thigh and tells you to be nice or he’s biting your strap off so you have to buy another one…AND YOU CALL HIS BLUFF AND PUSH HIS HEAD DOWN AGAIN AND HE GROANS AND HIS EYES ROLL BACK AND HES JUST THINKING ‘wait a second why does giving them control actually make me hard—‘

IM SO SANE !!!

LUNARRRRR I'M GONNA FUCKING EAT YOUUUU THIS IS DHSIFJDKGJSHRJKSJFKDGKDBKSXBKSFKSJFKSBD AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I NEED HIM TO BE ON HIS FUCKING KNEES THERE'S NOTHING NORMAL ABT THIS I NEED HIM DOWN ON HIS KNEES I NEED HIM CRYING I NEED HIM DROOLING AND SLOBBERING FUUUUCKKKK HIS EYES ROLLING BACK NO STOPPPPP I'M ACTUALLY GONNA CUM JUST FROM THINKING ABOUT IT AND YOU KNOWWWWWWW HE'S GONNA LOVE THAT SHIT HE JUST DOESN'T WANT TO ADMIT ITMMMMMMMM HE FUCKING RUBBING HIMSELF THROUGH HIS PANTS AS HE'S SUCKING YOU BC HE'S JUST SO FUCKING HARD FUUUUUUCKKKKKKK HE'S TRYING TO BE SUBTLE BC HE DOESN'T WANT YOU TO TEASE HIMMMM BUT THEN WHEN YOU DO HE KINDA.... LIKES THAT TOO I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMOREEEE HE DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK THAT'S IT'S A SILICONE FUCKING DICK HE'S GONNA SLOBBER ALL OVER THE BALLS AND EVERYTHING LUNARRRR CALL THE AMBULANCEE I AM DYING I AM OVULATING I AM UNWELLLLL PLEASEEEEE TOJII COME BACK TO MEEEEE

[suitmana]

coming back to this because butch elise is such a concept actually. do you think the first time she put on her good ending outfit it all just clicked into place like "oh. this feels right" and it's just so unexpected how hard that revelation hits her. maybe she sits down and thinks about how long she spent her life dressing the way she did in kieferberg. like yeah alientation aside no wonder she was so snippy

butch freylise brainrot:

elise has always been the type to question and is generally very assertive, but i think bcus she was still raised in a fairly conservative environment she just compensated for her gender confusion by performing femininity Very Hard, which yeah she likes the attention. however. does she view femininity itself as something that genuinely makes her feel good abt herself or is it just the only way she thinks she can be. like it's the only way she can assert herself. maybe in canon it's more on the former...but i feel like either way--regardless of whether she's butch or not--elise questions that part of herself in the good endings and starts experimenting

anyways let me indulge my self-projection and assume that elise's gender experimentation leads to her realizing she's butch. i think she would bring it up with freya when they're already running the grape jewel

sure freya already knew that elise was messing around with gender nonconformity in general, but when elise starts leaning more into her masculinity freya would definitely be supportive. like calling elise her prince and all

i think it's also a good way for freya to practice tailoring more masculine outfits because she gets to try them out on elise (while internally swooning the whole time)

[here2bbtstrash]

are we allowed to submit more than one bc i am back with two more

otsukare. top tier, cleared my skin, what a gift

his entire verse on "the stars" especially those lines towards the middle where he's got the kendrick flow going on. makes me feral

YES PLS 👹

OTSUKARE IS ACTUALLY THE WINNER EVERYONE ELSE CAN GO HOME LOL. i think i watch it once a week for serotonin (along with family song yoongi focus.... iykyk)

and YESSSS JAPANESE SINGLE SUPREMACY !!!! esp everything on wake up bc it's from my favorite bangtan era 🤭 but the japanese tracks are literally always so good and so slept on - and omg those few sung lines in the middle of his verse are fucking gorgeous i'm unwelllll 😩💌

vocalist hoseok appreciation hours !! send me ur fave hobi vocal moments 🎤

[hwajin]

how are u doing btw?

unwell FUXKING UNWELLLLL (jk i'm good today's a good day until hyunjin ruined it)

[nemesyaaa]

that was so delicious wkzkskzk, i've never thought how hot and sexy pogue!rafe can be, and i can see it as a pogue BC your writings doing an amazing job !! this was so fucking cool to read. and i can't wait for an another part of them !!!

“the hell did you mean you’ve been practicing?” rafe asks between winces, a sharp pain in his abdomen at the thought of you getting in your blowjob rehearsals with another guy. he didn’t like that, and more importantly he didn’t like that he felt that way. IDIEIDIE YOU KNOW YOU INOW

“please… can i just show you how grateful i am? i’ve been practicing.” you practically groan, hands clenching into the fabric of his shirt. SLUTTY!READER YESSSS

“wanted to thank you specially. for looking after me so well after midsummers. you’re a really good guy, rafe.” you’re so sweet it’s sickly and rafe shakes his head, averting his gaze with a lick of the lips and an eye roll. I'M SO UNWELLLLL

“really you — you walked all the way here for some beers, alright— okay.” he shakes his head in exasperation, turning and flopping back down onto the couch, closing his eyes for a moment at the unbearable heat. suddenly, you were right there. TAKE MY LOVE POGUE!RAFE

“the hell are you doin’ all the way out here, s’not a nice part of the island, alright—” IT WILL NOT KILL YOU TO SAY HELLO PRETTY GIRL, HAPPY TO SEE YOU AROUND BUT I GUESS...A LITTLE

i enjoyed this !!! and tysm, your au's are always slaying

Reader visiting pogue!rafe and wearing the tiniest sundress to thank him for taking such a good care of her and for coming to midsummer. She would give him the sloppiest nastiest blowjob because she is so grateful

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it was one of those really hot days. the type where your clothes stick to you, even the hot breeze serves as no relief and you just wish to be left alone.

it was rafe’s day off from the building site, which he’s grateful for — as he’s not sure he’d be able to manage under such harsh conditions. the pogue lounges on his beat up couch infront of his shitty tv with a beer, legs spread — the rickety oscillating fan by his side offering no solace from the thick muggy air. just as he starts to find the energy to be irritated with this, there’s a knock at his door. the last thing he needs.

“jesus—what, i can’t have one god-damn day…” he mutters away to himself like a grumpy old man as he storms to the door, swinging it open. lo and behold, there you are in the tiniest, flimsiest sundress holding a crate of beer, looking a little clammy but excited to see him nonetheless.

“hi rafe!” you chime, totally unaffected.

“the hell are you doin’ all the way out here, s’not a nice part of the island, alright—”

“i come bearing gifts. may i come inside?” you ask so sweet and politely, leaving rafe only able to blink at you for a moment before you’re shuffling past him anyway without an answer, humming to yourself. “i know these ones are your favourite. they’re probably a little luke warm by now ‘cos i had to carry them here but if i stick them in the fridge they’ll probably be good to go in another ten minutes or so.” you chat away happily, walking right through to the small fridge on the ground in his kitchen, absentmindedly bending all the way over to shove the crate inside, giving rafe a real show of the delicate panties beneath your dress.

“really you — you walked all the way here for some beers, alright— okay.” he shakes his head in exasperation, turning and flopping back down onto the couch, closing his eyes for a moment at the unbearable heat. suddenly, you were right there.

“not just that.” your voice is softer now, closer. he can feel your breath on his face and it’s cold somehow— like you’d been sucking on an ice pop before coming in. the feeling isn’t unwelcome. his eyes flutter open, and it’s like someone had turned a switch inside of you because suddenly you’re all hungry eyes, wet mouth, hands that fidget for him.

“…no?” he drawls lazily, barely making an effort to shove an eyebrow up in questioning.

“wanted to thank you specially. for looking after me so well after midsummers. you’re a really good guy, rafe.” you’re so sweet it’s sickly and rafe shakes his head, averting his gaze with a lick of the lips and an eye roll.

“look i was just doing what anyone would have done alright — no need to make it a whole thing—”

“please… can i just show you how grateful i am? i’ve been practicing.” you practically groan, hands clenching into the fabric of his shirt.

rafe is starting to realise he has a real problem with saying no and standing by that— because soon he’s got you between his legs, drool leaking down onto his couch from the sloppy way you mouth at his cock, making out with the tip and taking breaks to ease him into your throat until there are tears on your cheeks. you seem as happy as anyone could be, little pleased moans and mewls leaving you periodically.

“the hell did you mean you’ve been practicing?” rafe asks between winces, a sharp pain in his abdomen at the thought of you getting in your blowjob rehearsals with another guy. he didn’t like that, and more importantly he didn’t like that he felt that way.

you reply to him, but it’s all garbled and spitty because his dick’s jammed half way down your throat so he pulls you off by the jaw, furrowing his brows curiously urging you to repeat yourself. you swallow, blinking wide wet eyes up at him.

“dildo.” you hum, before pushing his hand off and getting back to work. rafe relaxes back into the couch with an amused scoff.

“shit. your parents have got no clue, huh? no clue that they’ve got such a dirty little girl.” he spreads his legs a little wider, resting a hand on the back of your head.

you pull your mouth off to pull his cock to stand upright to access his balls, sucking and massaging them. “m’your dirty little girl too.” you respond in a shyer tone, almost like you were asking for permission. rafe blinks at you in zoned out analysis, wondering just what your father wasn’t providing you in order to make everything that came out of your mouth so wrong and freudian. rafe was just some construction working pogue — that’s how he saw it anyway. what it was about him that made you latch onto him so tightly and rely on him of all people for emotional validation and nurture was beyond him. you must’ve been a total masochist.

as you continue sucking he realises he didn’t so much mind the comment. everyone was ‘little’ to him at such a height so he’d let you have it.

“uh-huh. that right?” he entertains it, repositioning your mouth over his tip forcefully and feeding it back down your throat. “gonna let me in that throat now? huh? lemme cum baby? thought you were grateful. show me how thankful you are that i was nice to you, c’mon.” he pants, feet planted to the floor now as he lifts his hips — impatient. each little wet gag fuels him, and he chuckles breathlessly at the way you squeeze your eyes and fists closed to endure his manhandling.

“yeah not — not being very nice now am i? nah… s’what you get for messing with us nasty pogues. savages, baby.” he’s actively teasing you, making fun of the kook rhetoric as he pushes himself toward release. he knows those aren’t your views, but it’s satisfying to poke fun at you all the same.

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[formu-oli]

it’s only lap 9 guys it’s ONLY LAP 9 

[leiaorgona]

John Silver and James Flint in X.

[rovermcfly]

he's everything to me 💙

[bradshawsbitch]

okay leah.... i thought i was gonna pass the fuck away when we talked about this last night, bc like... whew!!! subby bobby!!!! he needs to get absolutely railed!!!! but this was so so so so so much more, llike it was ethereal, it was beautiful it was above and beyond my wildest dreams 😵‍💫 I think I need to put my thoughts under read more cause gorl this could get long;

okay, so first off... oh my god

You took his face in your hand, reaching up to lovingly brush his hair back, fully revealing his handsome face. “You need to be fucked. Is that it?”

like this... this was so tender to me? so loving so caring... I could really just envision bob sort of like leaning into the soft brushing of his hair, just like chasing your touch? and the sort of just knowing what he needs... leah, you know me i'm so feral for it

You trailed your hand over his round ass, admiring how it looked in the dim mood lighting. "I'm going to ruin this cute little bottom tonight," you promised. Bob moaned at your words. He hoped you would.

LISTEN I WANNA GRIP THAT LITTLE BUM IN MY HANDS WANNA SQUEEZE AND LOVE OKAY THIS MEANT A LOT TO ME

You watched him as you administered his punishment, noting the way he responded to it. He was desperate for this, you could tell.

listen the notion of his wife knowing he is desperate for it? the notion that maybe he's taking more than usual and is reacting stronger and more to it? listen, LISTEN.... I might need a moment or two

He let himself slip into a state of vulnerability that only you were given the privilege to see. Right there, before you, he'd already begun to succumb to his brewing emotions. The pain rippled through him, heating his skin like a flame. He clutched at the bed covers, writhing against them. You coaxed it all out of him, wringing him out like a damp cloth.

this part and the paragraphs after had me clutching my damn chest because oh my god it's so beautiful? so vulnerable and safe and trusting and it makes me so dizzy!!!! i loved that they took a break, to sort of comfort and hold and cherish and to sort of let it all out and checking in and ugh god you're a damn genius 😭

His hands came up to tug at your bra, and before you knew it, he'd pulled it down, exposing your breasts. He nuzzled his face against the soft flesh, searching for a form of pacification.

You pushed your chest towards him so he could have better access, and soon, his lips were wrapped around a hardened bud, suckling softly. You hummed in pleasure, pressing your body closer to his own.

You remained like that for a while, as you languidly stroked his cock, and he nursed your breast.

F U C K LISTENKAJFKSJFDKAJSD THIS WAS SO HOT I AM SO UNWELLLLL LIKE MY (sort of new found) TITTY SUCKIN/NURSIN WHATEVER U WANNA CALL IT KINK GOING THROUGH THE DAMN ROOF THIS WAKWKSJSDKASJD OH GODFUCK PLEASE THIS WAS EEVERYTHING TO ME!????

There was a special level of trust involved. And what Bob hadn't been expecting was the intimate bond that came with it. He had a connection with you he'd never experienced before in his life. He experienced safety and security and a fulfilling emotional intimacy that changed everything for him.

mmmm there it is!!! beautifully explained, poetic and sooooo true and important and oh god i love it so much leah I swear your writing blows me away every time!!

He moved to look into your face, and you noticed his bottom lip was quivering. "Was I a good boy for you?" He asked.

"Of course you were, Bobby. You took that so well, I'm so proud of you." You kissed his forehead, and he melted into you. He'd clearly slipped into a gloriously small headspace, and you wanted to encourage it for as long as he would remain that way. 

His brow furrowed with worry for a moment, and he attempted to pull away. "I have to make you feel good," he said, but you placed a hand on his chest.

ohhhh this was so aksdjkasjd fucking beautiful like???? he's so ruined and soft and subby and he still feels the need to look after you too and you just tell him to relax and let himself be taken care of i'm so 😭😭😭

As Bob drifted to sleep in your arms, his mouth still at your chest, you cradled him close, humming a soothing tune. He was safe here, body pressed close to yours. The harshness of the world couldn't touch him. And if it tried, you would protect him from it, because that was what you had promised him you'd do.

fuck😭😭

swathed in the purple glow | bob floyd

description: in which he desperately seeks a way to relieve the tension he carries

warnings: 18+ only, mentions of a plane crash (aftermath of the bird strike), dom/sub dynamic, sub!bob, spanking, pegging, bob has a thing for sucking on titties, crying, subspace, aftercare

pairing: bob floyd x wife!reader (i tried to keep it gn but there's a possibility that i slipped up)

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He’d never been so fucking tense before.

His entire body was as rigid as a board, and he feared that he might snap at any moment, like a rubberband biting at exposed skin. 

He supposed that hurtling toward the ground at full speed might do that to a person. He remembered so clearly the way his body had locked up, bracing for the impact. Amazingly, he seemed to be sore from his head down to his feet. 

He was bruised in odd places. There was a cut on his arm from where a jagged rock had sliced into his flight suit when he landed. But those things weren’t nearly as uncomfortable as the tension he couldn’t seem to alleviate.

He’d considered going for a massage. But he really didn’t have time within the day to schedule such a thing, certainly not with the most high-profile mission of his career on the horizon. There was, however, one solution that could potentially ease that unbearable tension.

That solution just so happened to also share his last name. And what was that solution? Why, his wife, of course.

He knew that all he had to do was say the word and you would take care of him. The only problem was, he didn’t have much time. Between leaving early in the morning, and coming home exhausted in the evenings, he could hardly muster up the energy to ask for it. 

However, one afternoon he was released from work a little earlier than normal. Likely from Captain Mitchell feeling benevolent and giving his pilots a few extra minutes to breathe before it really got down to the nitty-gritty.

Bob knew you’d be home. He’d texted you to make sure of it. You weren’t sure why he’d asked, but you had a feeling. And sure enough, that feeling was confirmed when he practically burst through the door of your rental, eyes slightly wild, normally perfect hair mussed and curling against his sweat-glimmering forehead. 

You knew. He didn’t even have to say anything. 

“Oh, Bobby,” you cooed, and he quite literally whimpered. His knees almost buckled. You had to usher him to the nearest chair so he wouldn’t collapse. “What do you need, honeybun?”

“I-I need…I can’t…oh, I’m so sore and tense and I…”

You took his face in your hand, reaching up to lovingly brush his hair back, fully revealing his handsome face. “You need to be fucked. Is that it?”

His bottom lip quivered. The cobalt in his eyes went dark, almost navy blue in color. “Yes.”

That was all he had to say for you to know exactly what to do. You nodded, standing upright. “Okay. I’ll go get set up. Wait for me to call you upstairs, alright?”

When he nodded, you turned and made your way upstairs. The first thing you did was head into your bedroom and draw the blackout curtains, swathing the room in darkness. It was necessary to set the tone for what was about to follow.

Then, you went about lighting a few candles and setting the mood lighting, turning the room a comforting purple. Once you were satisfied, you continued on to gather everything you would need. The chest you kept under the bed, full of different types of toys. The bag you kept in the closet, containing things you would need during aftercare, such as snacks, wet wipes, water bottles, soothing lotions, and the like.

You finished by stripping down to just your bra and underwear before you finally made your way to the top of the steps and called for Bob. Once you heard the creak of the floor signifying that he was on his way up, you went back to the bedroom and perched on the edge of the bed. 

Moments later, Bob stepped into the room. He stood in the doorway, taking in the sight. You had the lowlights on, keeping the atmosphere calming, free of harsh light. He could already feel himself relaxing, a certain calmness washing over him, even more so when you beckoned him forth.

He knelt before you, and you ran your fingers through his honeyed tresses. "Do you want to talk about it, precious boy?" you asked, but Bob shook his head.

"I just want to forget about the last few days for a little while," he confessed.

You hummed in understanding, and then leaned in close, fingers resting on his jaw as you turned his face toward yours. "Undress for me then.”

You released him, and Bob made quick work of stripping from his uniform, his belly alight with anticipation. He neatly placed his uniform over the chair that sat in the corner. Then, he moved toward the bed, but he didn't sit upon it. Instead, he lowered himself, entirely naked, to his knees before you for a second time.

"Good boy," you praised, reaching down to stroke his cheek. He nuzzled into your hand, realizing how desperate for your touch he was.

All too soon, you stood, slipping away toward the chest of toys. Bob watched intently as you began rummaging through it and gathering items. He saw you get the harness for your strapon out, and he shivered at the thought of what you were going to do to him. His cock had already begun to harden.

"Get on the bed," you instructed, and he obeyed immediately, rising to take a seat on its plush surface. You joined him, carrying a black paddle in your hand along with your harness. He knew what came next, so he quickly turned over onto his stomach, without prompting.

You trailed your hand over his round ass, admiring how it looked in the dim mood lighting. "I'm going to ruin this cute little bottom tonight," you promised. Bob moaned at your words. He hoped you would.

"Now, instead of laying on your stomach, I want you on your hands and knees," you commanded further.

He complied, immediately righting himself and waiting for your next move. You brushed the paddle over his ass, dipping it down between his legs and gently trailing it over his balls, at which he took in a whimpered gasp. It made you smile.

“Before I start, what do you say if you need a break, or you can’t handle it?”

He took in a breath and said, “Palomino,” with confidence.

“We can take as many breaks as you want if you need them.”

“Yes ma’am.”

That response sent a shudder through you.

"Stay still," you commanded, and he braced himself, knowing what was coming. He gritted his teeth as the paddle came in contact with his bare skin. The swat wasn't that hard, but the smack still sent a jolt through him. He knew you were starting out easy, and it would soon grow more intense. But that was what he needed. He wanted to be rendered to tears by the end of it. It was the only way to release the tension he held.

Another whack! landed across his ass. Then another, and another. Bob counted them in his head, wondering when you'd decide to stop. He hoped you wouldn't anytime soon.

You watched him as you administered his punishment, noting the way he responded to it. He was desperate for this, you could tell.

You couldn't help but admire his skin as it began to flush pink from the welts left by the wooden paddle. However, the sounds he was making were even prettier. He gasped and whimpered each time the paddle came in contact with him, body jolting.

"What do you say for your punishment?" You asked, offering another harsh swat.

"Th-thank you, ma’am," he moaned.

"Good boy." You rested a gentle hand against his lower back as you continued, watching as he came unraveled beneath you. “What’s your color?”

“Green,” he sighed blissfully.

He was beginning to melt already. He let himself slip into a state of vulnerability that only you were given the privilege to see. Right there, before you, he'd already begun to succumb to his brewing emotions. The pain rippled through him, heating his skin like a flame. He clutched at the bed covers, writhing against them. You coaxed it all out of him, wringing him out like a damp cloth.

It happened faster than you were anticipating. Halfway through the spanking, the tears began to spill forth, and Bob collapsed against the bed, wracked with sobs. You ceased the punishment then, setting the paddle aside. Quickly, you climbed onto the bed beside him, pulling him into your arms. He buried his face against your chest, crying openly.

You ran your fingers through his soft hair, quietly soothing him. "My precious boy," you cooed, "you took that so well. I'm so proud of you."

You lay there for a long while, as Bob let it all out. He didn't have to feel ashamed of his emotions here. There was no judgment from you, none in the least. You were there to comfort him when he fell apart, and you somehow put him back together again in the process.

After a while, he slowly lifted his head, teary eyes gazing into your own. You smiled, stroking his cheek with your fingertips. "Feel better?" You asked.

He nodded. "Y-yeah," he whispered, lowering his head again, and resting it upon your soft breast. "Thank you."

"Of course, honeybun."

Again, you settled, with your hand in his hair and his head against your chest. But Bob was growing antsy, shifting in your arms. You knew why, and you could soon feel the evidence of it against your thigh. You glanced down, humming softly.

"Oh, sweet boy. That spanking made you so hard, didn't it?" You taunted, and Bob whined deep in his throat.

"Yes ma’am."

You brought your hand down between your bodies, wrapping it around his cock. He gasped at the feeling, hips jolting against you. "Poor thing, I bet you're just aching to come." You began to stroke him slowly, and he watched through hazy eyes.

But he soon grew preoccupied with something else. His hands came up to tug at your bra, and before you knew it, he'd pulled it down, exposing your breasts. He nuzzled his face against the soft flesh, searching for a form of pacification.

You pushed your chest towards him so he could have better access, and soon, his lips were wrapped around a hardened bud, suckling softly. You hummed in pleasure, pressing your body closer to his own.

You remained like that for a while, as you languidly stroked his cock, and he nursed your breast. The heat of arousal warmed you both, deepening your need for each other. Bob whimpered softly when you applied more pressure, stroking him with purpose, and he pulled his mouth away from you to speak.

"If you keep doing that 'm gonna come," he whispered.

"Oh, we can't have that now, can we? When you come tonight, it's going to be with my cock buried inside you, and only then. Do you understand me?" You spoke. Bob nodded, his eyes still glassy from the tears he'd shed.

But you weren't satisfied with just a nod. You gave a warning squeeze to his balls, and he gasped. "What do you say?"

"Yes ma’am," he hissed, and you loosened your grip.

You kissed him, and he melted into it, clearly in need of tenderness tonight. "Don't worry, sweet boy. I'll take good care of you."

You slipped away then, much to his dismay, but you soothed him, informing him that you were just getting things ready. You stood, pulling on the strapon you'd laid out. Bob watched through heavy-lidded eyes as you fastened it in place, and your eyes locked with his as you reached down, stroking the toy as if it were part of your body.

"Get into position. I want you on your back."

Bob obeyed without hesitation while you retrieved a bottle of lube. As you approached, he spread his legs for you, and your gaze fell to his cock resting heavy on his lower abdomen, swollen and pink, dribbling precum onto his skin, aching for attention. You'd give it to him, all in due time.

He seemed to have a pavlovian response to the bottle of lube being opened, and he moaned softly, watching you slick it all over the strapon before you proceeded to prepare his entrance. He shivered at the feeling of your fingers swirling around the sensitive spot before you slipped them inside, prepping him to take you.

Bob sighed softly, and he gazed at you with pleading eyes. "May I please touch myself?" He softly asked.

You considered it for a moment, and nodded. "Go ahead."

He wrapped a large, elegant hand around his cock and began to stroke, never taking his eyes off you as he watched you situate yourself between his legs. Soft hands slid up his sensitive thighs before you pushed them a little further apart. Then you began to slowly inch into him, and Bob gritted his teeth at the feeling of being stretched.

You didn't stop until you were fully seated inside him, and he hissed softly. "Good boy," you praised, "I can tell you've been keeping this cute little ass prepped for me with the plug I told you to wear."

His cheeks tinged pink. "Y-yes. I, uh…I slipped one inside to wear on the drive home. I-I took it out before I came up. Left it in the sink downstairs."

You smiled, ducking down to kiss him. "Such an obedient boy."

Bob moaned at the praise, arching his body into yours. You began slowly working your hips into him, building a steady rhythm that soon had him writhing against the bed. His body was gorgeous in the low, purple-tinged light. You admired the rise and fall of his chest as he gasped, the roll of his sharp pelvis as you pushed into him. There was something almost ethereal about him.

Through it all, he continued to touch himself, palming his hard, leaking cock as his you fucked him. In that very moment, as you offered a particularly deep thrust, you brushed against that deliciously pleasurable spot within him, and he let out a strangled cry.

"Oh! Right there!" he gasped in a high-pitched whine, shivering beneath you.

His encouragement had you quickening your movements, and soon, you'd pushed his hand out of the way, taking over pleasuring him. You reached over, grabbing the bottle of lube and pouring some into your hand before you resumed your stimulation, massaging that big, beautiful cock of his.

Bob gripped the sheets, needing something to hold on to. He didn't care how needy and desperate he got. With other sexual partners, he would have cared. But with you, he could let that submissive part of himself shine through.

He'd never been able to do that with anyone before. No one understood him enough to be able to take care of him in the way only you could. Not that he’d had many sexual partners before you. His first had been his high school girlfriend, when they were young and dumb. His second had been another girl before you. He’d never been able to relax and fully enjoy sex with her. It felt so…impersonal. 

But then, he'd met you. You were everything he’d ever dreamed of. You didn’t treat him like he was a fragile, shy wallflower. You knew that he was capable of greatness. That he was incredibly skilled, wickedly smart, and sharp as a tack.

You also knew what he needed. Knew how to bring him to his knees and make him submit. He found himself melting into a puddle at your feet, submitting to you in a way he'd never done with anyone before.

It had blossomed into so much more. You'd introduced him to the world of the dominant and submissive dynamic. Bob knew of such dynamics. He was a reader, and he read up on many things he was curious about. Including BDSM and the word surrounding it. But he’d never fully delved into it. It was so much more to it than simply being called mommy or daddy.

There was a special level of trust involved. And what Bob hadn't been expecting was the intimate bond that came with it. He had a connection with you he'd never experienced before in his life. He experienced safety and security and a fulfilling emotional intimacy that changed everything for him.

He willingly gave himself to you, and you cherished his submission. Just as you were now.

From above, you smiled down at him, softness showing in your eyes. "You're taking my cock so well, darling boy," you cooed, and he whimpered softly.

"F-feels so good." Tears were threatening to spill from his eyes again. 

Your hand around his cock stroked him with purpose, syncing with your thrusts, and you could tell that he was beginning to lose himself. He bit his lip to hold back a squeal as you went deeper, but that just wouldn't do. "You let those pretty sounds out," you commanded.

He threw his head back, wailing loudly. It was useless to mask his pleasure. He was in ecstasy, and he let it show. You were in awe, watching as he let himself succumb to it all. You pulled your hand away from his cock then, wanting to watch as it twitched with each brush against his prostate.

Bob looked at you, desperation in his eyes. "Please touch me again," he pleaded.

But you wanted him to feel a different form of pleasure. "No, I want you to squirt for me. No hands, my cock is all you need."

At that, his eyes widened, and he nearly sobbed, because he could feel the intensity creeping up on him. You leaned closer then, taking his face in your hands and kissing him deeply, breaking the kiss only to place your forehead against his own so you could watch him fall apart.

His eyes glimmered with tears of pleasure, and they soon began to trail down his cheeks. You encouraged him to let it all out, to feel the emotions, the pleasure, every sensation in that very moment.

He began to grow overwhelmed, breath quickening, chest heaving. "You're okay, Bobby," you assured him. You slipped two fingers into his mouth, and that soothed him instantly, his oral fixation satiated.

You let him suck on your fingers for a while, and he pulled back only to let out moans and whimpers. You could tell that he was nearing his end, just by the way his body responded.

He shuddered and arched off the bed to meet your thrusts, and suddenly, he pulled his mouth from your fingers, letting out a broken cry. "Oh! I-I'm gonna come!"

"It's okay, baby. Go ahead, make a mess for me."

A few more thrusts and he was done for, careening up off the mattress as he was overwhelmed by an orgasm that spread from his toes to the top of his head. Just as you'd said, he made a mess, seed spilling thick and white all over his abdomen in seemingly copious amounts.

Finally, he fell limp against the mattress, completely breathless and trembling from the aftershocks. "Good boy," you praised, "such a good boy."

Oh so slowly, you began to ease out of him, and he whined at the empty feeling once you'd pulled away completely. He was knocked out of his afterglow for a brief moment, glancing down and realizing how much of a mess he had made.

"It's all over," he whined, "s’ messy. G-gotta clean it up."

"Hush. I’ll take care of it." You kissed him gently, soothing him before you slipped away briefly to grab a towel and a pack of wipes from your aftercare bag. You warmed a couple of wipes in your hands before you gently wiped his release from his skin. You moved away only to throw the wipes in the trash.

You were with him again in an instant, and he immediately reached for you, wrapping two long arms around your waist as you settled beside him.

He rested his head against your chest again, and you placed one hand on his head, fingers threading through his hair. The other rested on his shoulder. He moved to look into your face, and you noticed his bottom lip was quivering. "Was I a good boy for you?" He asked.

"Of course you were, Bobby. You took that so well, I'm so proud of you." You kissed his forehead, and he melted into you. He'd clearly slipped into a gloriously small headspace, and you wanted to encourage it for as long as he would remain that way. 

His brow furrowed with worry for a moment, and he attempted to pull away. "I have to make you feel good," he said, but you placed a hand on his chest.

"No, what I want you to do is lay here for a little while with me. Don't worry about a thing."

Then he relaxed against you, letting out a soft sigh. You knew he wasn't in the right headspace to pleasure you. He needed to be taken care of, and would likely get overwhelmed if he tried to make you feel good.

Again, he sought out your breast, and you allowed him to have it, stroking his hair as he wrapped his lips around a hardened bud. Your chest warmed with love for him in that moment. Here was this beautiful man, so used to working a dangerous, intense job, putting his life on the line every day, reduced to a state of gentleness and docility. He needed to be taken care of, and you were there to provide that care.

It seemed that the horrible tension he’d been holding had finally melted away from his tired body. He let out a sigh of contentment, and his eyes fluttered shut, long lashes casting shadows over his cheeks.

As Bob drifted to sleep in your arms, his mouth still at your chest, you cradled him close, humming a soothing tune. He was safe here, body pressed close to yours. The harshness of the world couldn't touch him. And if it tried, you would protect him from it, because that was what you had promised him you'd do.

You thought you heard him murmur a soft “thank you,” into your chest.

"I'll always take care of you, sweet boy. Always,” you pledged. 

He’d never doubted you would.

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