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[junkuna]

| thinking ab balletteacher!nanami giving you corrections on your form during sex :3

he was always the same during recitals.

“your foot’s sickled again.”

you had just finished your number, and you hated how he only gave corrections at the end of your routine. his voice cut through the quiet studio like a metronome—precise, unforgiving. you bit your lip, trying to steady your breath. the room smelled faintly of sweat and polished wood.

“i’m trying,” you whispered, voice barely audible over the soft hum of the piano warming up again.

nanami’s eyes didn’t soften. instead, they narrowed, sharp and intense. “then you’re not trying hard enough. you’re better than this. so why do you keep settling for less?”

you swallowed hard, cheeks burning. it wasn’t the first time he said it, but tonight it felt heavier—like a weight pressing down on your chest.

“again.” his tone was flat, leaving no room for argument.

you pushed off the floor, shaking out the trembling in your legs. every muscle ached, but you didn’t want to disappoint him. you moved through the sequence—plié, jeté, pirouette—forcing yourself to remember the corrections he drilled into you.

but your turn faltered again. you caught yourself on the barre, breath hitching.

nanami’s jaw tightened. “you’re holding back, it’s pathetic.”

you glanced at him, eyes wide. “i’m scared i’ll mess up.”

he stepped closer, lowering his voice to a near growl. “then let me see the part of you that’s not scared. or don’t come back.”

the piano stopped. silence filled the space between you.

and then—

“get up.” his hand reached out, steadying you. “show me what you’ve got.”

and that’s how you end up bent over the barre, tights pulled down, one hand gripping the cold wood for balance. your legs shook under you, one foot flat on the floor, the other half-lifted and sickled.

his hands gripped your hips firmly from behind, steady and commanding as he fucked you deep, hips snapping with ruthless control.

“straighten your leg,” he murmured low, voice calm but sharp. “go on pointe.”

you whimpered, trying to obey, but your foot kept faltering.

his fingers tightened around your ankle, forcing your toes to point, manhandling your leg with a quiet intensity only nanami could have.

“better,” he growled, pushing harder.

you whimpered, caught between the sting of his correction and the fire of his touch as he manhandled your raised leg with ruthless control.

“n-nanami—“

“is this what you needed to focus?”

his voice rasped in your ear, every thrust deep and punishing.

“need me to break you down so you can finally give me everything?”

you gasped his name again, breath ragged, fingers scrambling for purchase as the mirror fogged beneath your cheek. he didn’t ease up.

“eyes up,” he growled, pushing your head toward the glass. “look at yourself. look at how desperate you are for correction.”

your legs trembled—one pressed firmly on the floor, the other now perfectly pointed and straight as he rutted into you from behind, hips snapping with ruthless precision.

“you can be better than this.”

a harsh thrust.

“prove it.”

another.

“show me you’re worth my time.”

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[simandy]

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[thrasherella]

a visual representation of how it feels to have artists/writers block

[valdelion]

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[besankaladoo]

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[ye-olde-tardis]

Guys, I've spent the last hour creating MSR edits in my head to mitzki songs that would make you WEEP if I had editing skills

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[mardyart]

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[magewritesstories]

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[submisssivegf]

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[gambeque]

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[38livesalone-has3cats]

Hiiiii i have a request 😛

bob floyd gets a concussion and is flustered and embarrassed when wife!reader tells him they’re married, and he doesn’t believe her because she’s so pretty

muaahahahaha😈😈😈 I absolutely loveee this !!!

warnings/tags: v minimal hospital stuff, anxious reader, (y/n) used like twice, fluff, bob is sooo in love lololl, very quick nsfw mention, also bob is southern because I SAID SO, reader is lowkey southern too cause i am and i’m projecting🥀

wc: 1.2k

a/n: sighhh i love bob so much, this was so fun to write :] thank you for the req !! plsss keep them comin !

It wasn't very often you were invited on base. You aren't not allowed there, you just never really had much of a reason to spend the day over there. So that's why you're a little fidgety as you make your way through the parking lot of the small hospital on base. That, and you had received a worrying phone call this morning.

You were lounging at home- enjoying your day off- when your phone rang. You recognized the number from the very few times you had been called by one of your husband's supervisors. A doctor had informed you that your husband had had to make an emergency eject during training and hit his head pretty hard.

You had panicked immediately but the doctor assured you Bob would be just fine; he just has a fairly serious concussion and his memory and motor skills are a bit wonky at the moment. You finished up the phone call and rushed over as quickly as you could.

You aren't waiting in the lobby very long before a nurse leads you back to your husband's room. Your heart almost breaks at the sight of him in his hospital bed, looking absolutely pitiful. He's sitting up slightly with his head tilted back facing the ceiling, his eyes closed and his breathing a bit slower than usual.

"Bobby? Honey, how're you feeling?" You're by his side in an instant, one hand caressing his arm and the other brushing along his forehead as his eyes flutter a few times before his head tilts toward you. His eyes are a bit fuzzy, unfocused, but he's still got that light he's always had- like the sun itself has taken root in him and couldn't help but shine through. "'m doin' okay, how're you?" He mumbles, his tone completely serious. You can't help but laugh at him; those southern manners imbedded deep in him. "I'm okay, just worried bout you, Bobby." You run your fingers along the edge of a small bandage on his forehead, before turning and reaching for his glasses.

Carefully, you slide them onto his face and watch in amusement as his mouth drops open. You go to speak, but he beats you to it; "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." A pretty flush rises to his cheeks and his eyes stay wide open, like he doesn't want to blink and miss any microexpression you might make.

"Oh, thank you, handsome." You grin, cupping his chin with one hand and leaning in to brush your lips against his gently. You're shocked when his shaky arms do what they can to push you away- there's not much force behind his wobbly movements, but you back away and look down at him with furrowed brows. "Nonononono, stop stop- 'm married." He frantically tries to get out despite the slur in his voice.

"Baby-" You start, fighting the giggle in your voice. He shakes his head, a beautiful pout taking over his features. "I love my wife. She's perfect- you gotta back up." His eyes screw shut, he turns his head away from you, and his shaky hands rub his eyes. "Her name's (y/n), she's fuckin' great- pardon my l-language." He mumbles, mostly to himself at this point.

"Bob. My name is (y/n). My last name's Floyd. I'm your wife." You reach out to gently grasp his wrists. Bob whips his head toward you so fast he's dizzy for a few moments. You keep your eyes on him, unsure whether to laugh or call for a nurse. Once his eyes really focus on you he seems to deflate, his arms falling to his lap and his cheeks quickly heat up a bright red. He looks.. nervous. "You okay?" You hum, slowly reaching out for him.

A beat of silence passes before he opens his mouth, his bottom lip trembling, "I missed youuu." He finally says- his hand shooting out to meet yours. He overshoots it a bit, though, and smacks your shoulder. You let out a relieved laugh, grabbing his hand and interlacing your fingers together. God, he really scared you for a second. "You're really my wife? How?" He asks, looking absolutely amazed as you run your fingers along his cheekbones.

"It's a very long story, Bobby. But I love you." You grin, leaning down to kiss his forehead. He lets out a dreamy sigh, reaching up with his free hand to grip onto your shoulder. "Yeah? God, you're so pretty." He blinks up at you, unable to fight the smile on his face.

For a moment, you're stunned by just how beautiful he is- pink cheeks, wide eyes, and a boyish grin; a little beat up and bruised but easily the most gorgeous man you've ever seen. You chest seems to swell up with all the love you feel for your husband. You feel a tugging at your shirt and realize he's said something to you. "Sorry, what'd you say, honey?"

"'m tryna sweep you off your feet, sweetheart- you're makin' it hard." Bob grumbles, letting go of your hand to grip at the front of your shirt so he can tug you down with both arms. You let out a breathy laugh, allowing him to pull you closer. "I'm so very sorry." You grin against his lips before giving in.

He tastes the same, he's got the usual enthusiasm, his technique's just a bit wonky. You honestly wouldn't change it for the world. The kiss only breaks when he's gasping and you have to push him away or he won't stop. It's his favorite thing- drowning in you; in your eyes, your lips, your pussy. God, just the thought of having you has blood rushing to his dick so fast he's a bit lightheaded.

You press one last lingering kiss to his lips before you're pulling back and turning to grab a chair. "Doctor said you gotta spend the night here so-"

"Need my pillow- need to move my pillow." Bob's voice is urgent when he interrupts you and you're letting go of the chair and running your eyes over him to see if anything's changed. "Where? Are you okay? You hurting?" You question him as you carefully slide the pillow out from behind him. He just furrows his brows and chews on his lip as you hold the pillow beside him for a moment. "Where do you want it, Bobby?" You repeat, worry clawing up your throat.

"My lap." One of his wobbly arms grabs onto the pillow and tugs it toward him- you don't let go just yet, your fear turning to confusion. A "Huh?" tumbles from your lips and Bob is grinning. "So pretty, my wife.. Gave me a kiss and I popped a boner." He sighs, still fighting with you for the pillow as he starts to giggle to himself over the word 'boner'.

You let go of the pillow with an incredulous laugh and watch as he settles it over his lap. Surely there's no way he's at full mast with all the pain meds in his system- you almost want to check- but you just shake your head and settle into the chair next to his hospital bed. You thread your fingers with his and settle your head onto his boner-hiding pillow, keeping your eyes on his as he traces his unsteady fingers along your features.

Bob stares at you in wonder, wondering what he could've done to ever possibly deserve having you. "My wife." He murmurs, reverently, like he can't quite believe it.

"Maybe we'll renew our vows when you aren't so hopped up on pain meds."

[letterboxdd]

loved this scene in andor

cassian: i know your cousin vel

mon: …

cassian: we’re the last survivors of aldhani

mon: …

cassian: luthen is a dick

mon: ok let’s go