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[squidinu]

mike x robyn scraps

[beachbabey]

Enoch baby

You know that video of Monica standing on lews back?

That’s Bob when he’s getting peg-GUNSHOT

"You love this, don't you Bobby?" You cooed down at him, seeing his reflection in the mirror at the foot of your bed, you wanted him to see how easily you could ruin him. Not wanting to miss any expression he gave you, watching his face change at the harshness of your hips, snapping into his ass, his boyish smirk dissolving into an open-mouthed gasp, eyes still shut in bliss. One of your hands glides down his back, already glistening with sweat, his muscles taut and twitching at your touch as it travels up to the base of his neck, your fingers curling around his jaw, squeezing it tightly.

"Don't you?" You repeat yourself, using a soft but firm voice.

You need to hear him say it. He's so good to you and done so well, but you have to hear it from him.

You drop your hand from his jaw and shift your hips to an angle, odd to you, but instinctual. It isn't a motion your body is innately familiar with, so you're gentle to start with, shallow thrusts, not too fast, it's more grinding than anything, but by the ragged gasp that comes out of his parted lips the way his brows knit together, he clearly enjoys it, dropping his chin down to his chest as he replies with a garbled mixture of profanities and your name.

You reach around and grip his cock, it twitches and throbs in your hold, leaning forward, your chest flush against his back, your pelvis, pressing impossibly deeper. He gasps again and his eyes shoot open and meet yours in the mirror.

“Cum when you wanna, this is for you Bobby”

"But you haven't even fucked me properly" He's smirking again, propping himself up on one hand and using the other to slap yours away from his cock, shivers rippling up his spine

"I don't want to cum yet."

You've had enough of his attempts to piss you off, spreading your knees apart, in turn spreading his, leaning forward to grab both of his hands, locking your fingers on top of his own, pinning them down stretched out in front of him, pushing his chest down to the mattress, his head craned to see your reflection, his cheek smooshed into the covers, a string of drool already dropping onto the patterned cotton.

"Doesn't matter baby, this is just the first one of the night"

[beachbabey]

“This wet already? And I haven’t even touched you yet” he smirked slipping his fingers in the waistband of your cotton panties, the fabric was clearly saturated and you felt your face flush red. “And have you been touching yourself like I showed you? Stretching yourself out for me?” You nodded meekly. “It… it doesn’t feel the same when I do it” “Don’t sulk, the Lord doesn’t like it when we’re ungrateful.”

This- This entire paragraph your honour

Corrupt Preacher!Rhett x reader

warnings: corruption kink, age gap (Rhett is in his late 30s, reader is of age, early 20s), power dynamic, religious themes, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), p in v penetration, loss of virginity

a/n: pic credit to @h0neyfire ! If any of these themes make you uncomfortable you should not read, this is not written for you and that’s okay. Also I will never be writing smut again I feel so awkward <3 also this is a fully consensual scenario. Also thank you to my love @sebsxphia who listened to me ramble endlessly

“Romans 13:13, Let us behave properly as in the day, not in carousing and drunkenness, not in sexual promiscuity and sensuality, not in strife and jealousy.”

You sat on the edge of the bathtub, toying with the hem of your nightdress as the words of the evening’s sermon rang through your ears. Drowning out the sound of the motel highway and your heart hammering in your chest.

Your fingers threatened to creep further under your nightie as you thought about the way he preached. The fire, the passion, the authority. He had every person who lined the pews in the palm of his hand and he knew it.

He knew he had you kneeling at his feet too. All he’d have to do was ask.

Rhett was a man of God. And you’d never say it out loud in case God could hear you, but he was the godliest man you knew. But he gave you feelings. Feeling you knew you shouldn’t be having about your preacher, never mind as an unwed woman.

You opened the door and padded across the carpet meekly. Kneeling at his feet, knees just brushing the patent leather of his dress shoes, you looked up at him, hands clasped together, eyes wide, as if you were searching for salvation. Salvation only your crooked preacher could give you.

You had both talked about it before. You confessed your lustful thoughts, even though you were saving yourself for marriage; or so you planned. You found solace in Rhett’s arms, in the safety of the church. But that’s where you found yourself one too many times until it ended with you, legs spread on his desk saying your Hail Mary’s while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It felt dirty. But the kind of dirty that gave you butterflies as you thought about him during sermons. The way he would gesture with fire in his voice. His slightly greying hair would fall over his forehead. The same hair your fingers ended up tugging on as he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and sucked on your clit until you didn’t have a voice left to pray with. It was your secret. You worried about the sin but he hushed you, he told you that “it’s not a sin if it’s a man of god, it’s a sign.” 

You had both talked about it before. You confessed your lustful thoughts, even though you were saving yourself for marriage; or so you planned. You found solace in Rhett’s arms, in the safety of the church. But that’s where you found yourself one too many times until it ended with you, legs spread on his desk saying your Hail Mary’s while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It felt dirty. But the kind of dirty that gave you butterflies as you thought about him during sermons. The way he would gesture with fire in his voice. His slightly greying hair would fall over his forehead. The same hair your fingers ended up tugging on as he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and sucked on your clit until you didn’t have a voice left to pray with. It was your secret. You worried about the sin but he hushed you, he told you that “it’s not a sin if it’s a man of god, it’s a sign.” 

You had both talked about it before. You confessed your lustful thoughts, even though you were saving yourself for marriage; or so you planned. You found solace in Rhett’s arms, in the safety of the church. But that’s where you found yourself one too many times until it ended with you, legs spread on his desk saying your Hail Mary’s while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It felt dirty. But the kind of dirty that gave you butterflies as you thought about him during sermons. The way he would gesture with fire in his voice. His slightly greying hair would fall over his forehead. The same hair your fingers ended up tugging on as he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and sucked on your clit until you didn’t have a voice left to pray with. It was your secret. You worried about the sin but he hushed you, he told you that “it’s not a sin if it’s a man of god, it’s a sign.” 

You sat up on your elbows watching him unbuckle his belt. “Will it hurt?” “Only for a little, but then it’ll feel so good, baby. You trust me don’t you? God would never steer us wrong.” You nodded as he slipped his thumb in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Like he was giving communion. His other hand freed him of his jeans and boxers as he kicked them across the room. You swallowed thickly when he removed his hand from your face and pumped his cock a few times. The tip red and already leaking, a smattering of light brown hair trailing down from his stomach, framing it almost.

“This wet already? And I haven’t even touched you yet” he smirked slipping his fingers in the waistband of your cotton panties, the fabric was clearly saturated and you felt your face flush red. “And have you been touching yourself like I showed you? Stretching yourself out for me?” You nodded meekly. “It… it doesn’t feel the same when I do it” “Don’t sulk, the Lord doesn’t like it when we’re ungrateful.”

You gasped as you felt his tip brush through your folds, teasing your hole before wetting your clit with his precum. “Please….” your voice broke as you begged him. What you were begging for was a sin. But you didn’t care. You wanted to give yourself to him wholly. Utterly devout beneath him.

You whimpered as you felt the stretch while he slid himself in, just the tip as first. “Rhett- it’s too- oh my godddd” your back arched as you left crescent marks on his bicep while he went deeper. “Just a little more and it won’t hurt. You’re doing so well. My sweet, sweet girl.”

Usually he’d scold you for taking the lords name in vain. But how could he when he was buried so deep in your tight pussy. The only man who ever has been. You were taking him like you were made for him.

“God took his sweet time on you lamb, made you just for me” he praised, stilling inside you as he pressed chaste kisses to your neck. The tenderness contrasting the roughness as he began snapping his hips. Your body was thrust up the pillow without warning, his body weight fully on top of you. You weren’t sure if you couldn’t breathe or just didn’t want to as the pain absolved into pleasure.

“Don’t you feel good baby? It feels good to give all of yourself to God” Rhett grunted lowly as his hips snapped into you in a sustained rhythm. The room smelled like cigarettes, whiskey and sex. It smelled like sin. The only sound that could possibly be heard was the sound of skin against skin as Rhett buried himself to the hilt over and ever. Your moans dissolving into each other’s mouth as his tongue ran over your bottom lip.

“Look at me” he gripped your face, fingers slightly digging into your cheeks so you couldn’t break eye contact. “Spit on your fingers. Show me how you touch yourself.” You could tell by his tone that it wasn’t a question. It was a demand. You tried to spit as ladylike as you could. It was a pathetic amount that earned nothing but a disapproving tut as his hand gripped your wrist and you felt him spit on your hand. “Show me. Show me, you deserve this.” Your hips jerked as you drew tight circles over your bundle of nerves. It provided you friction you didn’t even know you were craving. All while Rhett was pounding into you. “Atta girl.” He took your other hand in his and pressed it to the bottom of your stomach. Feeling the bulge of his cock inside you only made you rub yourself harder. The tight circles got sloppier as you started to give in to the pleasure washing over you, your legs tightening around him, pressing your heel into his back as you tried to get him deeper.

“I can’t- I’m gonna- Rhett please I need to cum. Can I cum?” “You know how to ask.” “Please Pastor Abbott, I’ve been a good girl. Let me cum for you?” Rhett imagined that’s what he’d hear at the pearly gates. Not that he was going there. But to hear you whine and beg was worth a lifetime of unabsolved sin. The grunt caught in his throat as he tried to regain composure. “Cum around my cock angel, show me how good it feels to serve me and the Lord.” His name fell from your lips repeatedly, like a sweet prayer. The same way it did when he had you spread on his desk, or in the confession booth, touching yourself. The thought was sending him over the edge and he found himself closer than he realised. “I’m gonna fill you up baby, gonna cum inside you and watch it drip out. Are you gonna be a good girl and take it? Show me what a good little wife you’d make.”

Rhett knew you were both playing fast and loose but neither of you cared. You definitely didn’t care when you felt him fill you up. His grunts turned to whines as you felt him pulse, giving you every last drop. Rhett knew from the blissed out look on your face that this may be the first but it wasn’t the last time you’d let him have you like this. He pressed his forehead to you as he slid out. Lips just brushing over yours.

He raised his head to meet the crucifix on the wall above the bed, his cum dripping out of you, “Lord, consider my affliction and my trouble, and forgive all my sins.”

[pocket-dragon]

Let's talk about something else.

(lil silly goofy comic i did while I was sick this week, mama k saved me)

[rhettabbotts]

I love you the most I hope you feel better soon honey 🥺

I love you with my whole heart thank you honey 🥺🥺

[lilykerhoas]

floating, falling, sweet intoxication...

@shakeatradefeather's master. august 2023.

[moonmeg]

Every yapper needs their unconditional listener

[rosie-tyler]

Daniel LaRusso & Jessica Andrews

Requested by anonymous

[buttercup-barf]

Me when the most precious person to me, my only family, is actively putting themself in danger, all because of their stubborn refusal to see that my way is the right way.

[theholmwoodfoundation]

THE HOLMWOOD FOUNDATION SUPPORTING CAST

Announcing our wonderful supporting cast, hopefully to appear in Season One if we reach our Kickstarter goal!

Please welcome to the team:

Basil Waite as Thomas Van Helsing

Michelle Kelly as Henri Martin

Jackie Calistahhh as Elena

Robyn Holdaway as CAM

David Ault as Dr Timothy Lake

Karim Kronfli as Dave

Candace McAfee as Magdalena Swift

and

Andrew Biss as Jonathan Harker 3rd

As always, you can listen to our pilot episode now for free at the link below. And please donate to our Kickstarter for Season One, if you're able!

[squidinu]

[beachbabey]

ENOCH

I’m clenching

this is his "im trying to look dominant but I'm just a subby little whiny bitch" smoulder

i just love his nose for absolutely no reason at all

[miicycle]

I think a lot about the way Dreamworks animates the expressions of the heroes whenever the villain is defeated. Especially when the defeat involves death. They don't enjoy harming others, they either never intend for the outcome, or had to make a splitsecond choice, and it shows in their expressions everytime. Exhibit A

They're not at all happy with this outcome are you seeing this shit man. Like yeah pitch black was just darkness and fear, but Jack frost for one surely didn't want death to be the only way.

Exhibit B

He's fucking happy he survived but he's also regretting having had to take a life just there. He had to choose so fast while falling, and that was all he could think of.

Exhibit C (my fucking favourite)

THIS IS THE BEST ONE

THE REMORSE THE SADNESS THE WAY HE'S 100% ONLY MOVING DEFENSIVELY THE REGRET AFTER LIKE MAN HE'S NEVER SEEN SUCH RAGE AND HE KNEW IT STEMMED FROM SADNESS AND HURT AND HE EVEN TALKED TO SHEN BEFORE SHEN'S OUTBURST. HE DIDN'T EVEN THINK FOR A MOMENT THAT THERE WOULD EVEN BE A CONTINUATION OF THEIR BATTLE. HE DOESN'T WANT TO FIGHT AT ALL NOW THATEVERYTHING'S SETTLED. AND SHEN ENDED UP DYING OUT OF HIS OWN PRIDE AND RAGE, BRINGING HIS OWN DOOM. AND PO CLEARLY WISHED HE COULD'VE DONE MORE GRRR ARGHH RAAA

[buckys-estrella]

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME ROBYN????

that’s it, I’m buying a vibrator, brb🏃‍♀️

I’m genuinely so upset that all this Lewis content is dropping while I’m ovulating bc I’m literally too horny to think straight😭

Ovulation buddies!

I have only thought with my 🐱 the last 2 days and it is detrimental

Anyways!

[pocket-dragon]

happy tuesday, have some sleepy cliffgates

[mortimerdreadnaught]