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[squidinu]

mike x robyn scraps

[rhettabbotts]

Letting the demons win in your ask box bc I don’t want to ruin the beautiful moment in the dms but

🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️squirting with sugar daddy admiral bob 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

ROBYN JAIL IMMEDIATELY

pairing: admiral bob floyd x sugar baby!reader

w/c: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ only. filth, just utter filth. fingering. squirting. admiral bob’s nasty mouth.

You had just returned from one of the many galas of the year, kicking your heels off the second you were through the door and letting out a sigh that bordered on a moan. Bob let out a sigh as well, although his was more out of annoyance.

You see, you had teased Bob the entire night. It really started before you even left your apartment. You sent him a picture of your lingerie set, the one you bought with his card. It was a gorgeous blue, a blue that nearly matched his eyes perfectly. You sent the picture with no message attached before finishing up your hair and makeup, sliding into the expensive gown he picked out for you.

Bob arrived to your apartment shortly after you had done some last minute touch up to your hair. He was in a suit this time, something you weren’t used to seeing him in. It was always his khaki uniform, or in nothing at all. He looked insanely handsome, however. His greying hair styled like it always was, wire frames perched on his nose, his velvet bowtie knotted perfectly. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. His eyes raked over your form as well, taking in the way the dress hugged your curves perfectly - just like he knew it would.

“You look breathtaking, sweetheart,” he finally spoke, voiced laced with a hint of lust. He pressed a small kiss to your cheek before presenting a rectangular velvet box. You couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped you when he opened it and inside sat a beautiful diamond necklace. You reached out to touch it and he closed the box down, letting out a small chuckle at your reaction.

“Did you just ‘Pretty Woman’ me, Admiral?” You asked, laughing as well.

“Too good of an opportunity… I couldn’t help myself. Want me to put it on you?” He was already taking the delicate chain out from the box, eyes telling you to turn for him. He brushed your hair to the side and latched the necklace in place, fingertips brushing softly against your spine. You let out a small whimper and pressed your back into his front firmly.

“Behave. I would hate to have to punish you on such a nice night.”

You really did have the intentions of being on your best behavior, but you were bored. Tired of shaking hands and not being able to join in on conversations. Letting out hums of agreement every now and then. During dinner, your hand found its way to Bob’s thigh, smiling slightly at the way it tensed under your palm. He shot you a look, eyes squinting behind his glasses.

You decided to have a little bit of fun. You started massaging his thigh, fingertips creeping up just that much higher until your pinky grazed his zipper. Bob’s eyes widened and he choked on his red wine. He grabbed your wrist and placed your hand back into your lap, ignoring the way you pouted. Other than that, dinner was rather uneventful.

You didn’t stay too long after that, practically dragging Bob out to the car. He was silent the entire ride, bypassing the exit to your apartment and taking the road to his house. You couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. You’ve been to his house several times, but rarely did you go after an event. You turned to him to see his jaw clenched tight, knuckles nearly white against the steering wheel. A nervous feeling mixed with burning desire churned in your stomach. You knew he was pissed and you knew he was going to put you back in your place.

Bob was quiet as he unlocked the front door, allowing you to walk in first. Now here you were, bent over the back of his lavish couch, wrists tied behind your back with his tie. The velvet causing a nice friction on your skin. Bob had you out of your dress in no time, leaving you only in your lacy underwear and the diamond necklace he gifted you earlier in the night.

“Someone disobeyed orders tonight,” his voice rough. His fingertips trailed down your spine before he landed an open palm smack to the meat of your ass. He let out a scoff at your tiny whine. “I’m going to make you cum on my fingers, baby. But that’s all you get, you understand?”

“Please!” Your answer earned you another spank, the sting hurting so good. Your head was being yanked back by Bob’s hold, hair in a makeshift ponytail.

“What was that?” His voice was commanding, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Please, Admiral. I’ll take whatever you give me,” you were panting and he hadn’t even touched you yet. Your panties were drenched and he let out a condescending laugh at the feeling. He held onto your tied wrists and shoved two fingers inside with no preamble, causing you to jerk forward and let out a pathetic moan. He wasted no time in roughly pumping his fingers in and out of you, quickly adding a third. He was stroking that spongy spot inside of you, pushing you to the brink of climax almost immediately. You were a whimpering mess, thrusting back on his fingers and drooling into the faux leather of the couch cushion.

“Bob, right there! Oh god I’m-“ And then he pulled away from you, yanking on your bonded wrists once more, making your back bow.

“You’re not getting off that easy, princess,” he spat out before sliding his fingers back inside you. He brought you to the edge more times than you could count. Tears blurred your vision and you were blabbering nonsense. The back of the couch causing your hipbones to ache slightly. Bob snaked his hand around your front, making quick circles on your clit, matching the speed of his fingers dipping in and out of you. The sounds of your wet cunt mixed with your whines and his degrading words were enough to push you to the peak. He milked that spot inside of you until you were gushing on his fingers, crying out in a soundless scream.

“Fucking hell, that’s a good girl. Making a mess all over my fingers and the floor,” Bob cooed in your ear, slowing his fingers to a stop. “God, that was incredible.”

He guided you to rest on the couch while he busied himself getting you a glass of water and a warm washcloth to clean you up with. Small words of praise mixed with him hushing your quiet whimpers as he touched your sensitive area. He placed small kisses to your wrists, massaging the red marks left by the tie.

“I’ve never- I’m sorry, I’ve never done that before,” you tried to explain but he placed a finger to your lips before you could continue.

“You don’t ever have to apologize to me sweetheart, I promise. That was so sexy, you have no idea. Makes my ego soar,” he said, chuckling a little bit. “You wanna put a movie on and cuddle here?”

“Can we fix some popcorn?” You asked, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. He brushed your cheek with his knuckles before placing a small kiss to your lips.

“Anything for you, my sweet girl.”

[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)

[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]

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[squidinu]

[rhettabbotts]

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

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

[beachbabey]

ENOCH

Priest Rhett telling you to touch yourself in the confessional booth when you tell him about your impure thoughts 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

ROBYN COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT

the fact that i had to look up bible verses and psalms-

im never forgiving you for this

Playlist: / nwfmb - hozier / without you - lana del ray / little bit - lykke li

word count: 931

“Bless me, Father Abbott, for I have sinned…” 

He catches the shakiness in your voice, the way you mumble his name like that makes him shift on the wooden bench, black slacks beginning to get unbearably tight in the mere seconds you've been here. 

“It’s been…” he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence 

“Two months if I recall correctly? Since your last confession?” he forces a chirpy voice, biting his lip so hard he’s almost drawing blood at the small, breathless chuckle you give him

“Good memory, yes. Thank you, Father Abbott, I-”

“Rhett. You can call me Rhett. If you’d like. It's just you and me in here"

Your cheeks glow bright pink at his words

Father Rhett… 

If only he knew how many times that name left your lips in the middle of the night, back arching off of the damp bedsheets

“I- I have been struggling lately. I’ve been having these, feelings….and urges Father Rhett” The crotch of his pants grow tighter in wicked temptation at your confession. 

“Urges?” He prompts with a clipped tone, scrunching his face up in frustration and balling his hand up to keep it from straying to his zipper. 

“Yes…. well, you see,” You stop yourself, unsure of how much you’re willing to tell the man. Yes, the guilt had been making you lose sleep, swallowing you whole. 

But a part of you enjoyed it. Enjoyed it the way you wanted his fingers to replace yours. How you wanted him to lay you down on his bed, take you all over his church. 

“I’ve tried, Father Abb- Rhett, please believe me, but sometimes, I can’t help but act on them and sometimes I…” he can tell you’re nervous by the way your speech quickens, he can picture you on the other side of that thin plank of wood, rubbing your thighs together, canting your hips forward just enough to get enough relief to continue your confession

“God values, and admires your honesty, as do I, child” His calm, soothing voice eases you into your contrition.

He had to be teasing you, surely. He has to be

He’s seen the way you’d discreetly grind down on your own fingers during congregation, hiding your moans behind hymns and prayers. He’s felt the way your lips wrap around his finger ever so slightly when he placed the bread in your mouth, sticking your tongue out a little more than need be, looking up to him with those big round eyes. Sucking your spit off of the tip of his thumb as he went back up to the altar. 

He touched himself for hours after that day. Leaning against his bedroom wall, looking down at his own hand, pushing his hips forward, fucking into his palm and envisioning your mouth, those big, doe eyes looking up at him as he shoved his cock down your virgin throat. Feeling his pants fully tent as you contemplate your answer. 

“But it happens more often now, Father. And I’m ashamed, I think.”

“We all have shame, dear girl, the Lord knows this, and loves us anyways. Are you ready to say your act of contrition?”. You sigh shakily and give him an affirmative hum, stumbling half-heartedly through the prayer. 

“Good girl” Rhett croons as you finish, and catches the breath that gets lodged in your throat at his praise, he turns his head to look at the carved wood and mesh screen and he catches the silhouette of you from behind the flimsy partition, you have your head bowed. He can see your shoulders rocking back and forth slightly and he knows what you’re doing. And he wants nothing more than to press his lips to the delicate skin of your neck, just behind your ear, helping you make those unholy noises in his church. Defiling the sacrament he took all those years ago. 

“Tell me, Angel. What urges do these feelings provoke?” The alluring way he phrases the question catches you off guard

“I do…. unholy things” Your whimper as you confess, the flush crawling up your ears and down your neck.

“Why don't you tell me a little bit more about that?” You can all but see the smug grin on his lips as he asks you, biting his lip. 

“Like. Like….” You don’t even realise your eyes are closed as your fingers caress your thighs, your lower lip hiding a moan as your fingertips trail up your skirt, curling around the seam of your panties, letting your thumb fall over your throbbing clit, bucking your hips as inconspicuously as possible 

Are you being serious right now?

“Like what you’re doing right now?” 

Your hitches in your throat, your hips stilling as you’re caught. It takes a few seconds for him to speak again. You don't dare move, knowing he can probably see your profile through the screen.

“None of us are without sin” He continues nonchalantly, teasing you even more. You gather up the courage to start humping your hand again, a little harsher this time, even letting out a small gasp, the newfound confidence shooting down into your cunt, making you clench around nothing. 

“I, of all people should know that. Having to resist temptation. Every. Fucking. Sunday.” He groans. And you know he's talking about you, hearing his head softly hit the wall behind him. You hear a zipper and let out a small moan at the realisation that he's now touching himself. Because of you

“So I’m sure we can repent after. Now, let me hear you sin for me Angel”

[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