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[sebsxphia]

We all know sagger squad men's can fuck BUT bradley is just smth different okay??? Do you understand it??? THE WAY I DO???

Because he FUCKS like his life depends on it LIKE 🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨 and he fuck HARD AND HARSH. LIKE DAMN. And i think he doesnt like to talk much but once he slips a sentence he cant stop. Like he is babbling about 'how great you are taking me honeybee' or like 'fuck,let it all out my good girl'..... no lube,no protection-

Brain goes brrrrr

-🪼

ohhhhh! yes, yes, yes, dear anon! 🤭 i think that you’ve got it so incredibly spot on. bradley is a rough fuck. he’ll make love to you, of course, but when he’s fucking you, he’s fucking you. he loves missionary with your legs hooked over his broad shoulders, watching your tits bounce and watching how your eyes roll to the back of your head as you babble nonsense. his other favorite position is from behind. that’s when he can really pull his weight behind his thrusts, holding onto your hair or shoulders.

ohhhhh i need him! brain goes brrrrrrr! thank you so much for this delicious thot my dear anon! 💌

[sebsxphia]

admiral jake when you’re wearing a sundress..

i can picture this on a sunday morning. you’re getting ready to visit admiral cyclone and his family. since jake became an admiral himself, a far greater respect had been built up between the two.

jake was tying your little girls shoes as he asked, “where’s your mama, hm?” she squealed in response as she saw you come through the doorway, your barely one year old boy attached to your hip.

“here i am!” you cheerfully replied.

jake looked up and immediately his throat went dry. he licked at his bottom lip to try and gather some salvia as he took in the breathtaking sight of you. suddenly, he was back in the hard deck when he met you and you were wearing a sundress.

it was the first time you’d worn one this year and jake could feel himself twitch. it hugged and covered every inch and curve of your body. it wasn’t revealing by any means, but jake thought you might as well have worn his favourite set of lingerie.

once ready to leave, jake gave you a soft kiss on your lips and caught your ear.

“do you remember what happened when you wore that last?”

“mhm, he’s right here.” you chided with an all knowing smirk and squeezing your little boy on your hip.

jake let out a low grunt and squeezed at your ass through your sundress. you had to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop the squeal escaping you.

the day had gone by in a flurry and went off without a hitch. jake now had your hair fisted in his palm and another gripping onto your hip, scrunching up your sundress material into his knuckles as he fucked you deeply from behind on your shared bed, kids fast asleep.

“so fucking pretty for your admiral, aren’t you sweets? you goin’ to give your admiral permission to breed you again?”

the allusion of family dad, admiral jake, was shattered. this was admiral jake fucking you within an inch of your life.

eheh thank you so much for this incredible thot dear anon! 💌

[sebsxphia]

Imagine

Bob putting soft cock in his bunny so they can feel it grow and stretch them out

￫ a/n: oh goodness fucking hell yes please dear anon jesus christ i’m foaming at the fucking MOUTH rn 😵‍💫🤤

￫ c/w: cockwarming and p in v.

you’re pawing at his chest as you straddle him on the sofa, with your face nuzzled in between where his neck meets his shoulders and mouthing at his warm, bare chest.

“need you, bobby, please.” you softly whine.

he chuckles quietly before cooing at you. “i’ve got you, ‘m right here, bunny.”

one of his large hands is still cradling your head and letting his fingertips scratch your scalp. his other hand reaches down to the waistband of his grey sweatpants and pulls them down, freeing his soft cock. “it’s a little soft right now, bunny, but i’d never deny my sweetheart.”

the keenness of you rutting your hips along this thighs and hearing you needy whines, mixed with his hand giving it a couple of strokes, allows it to harden ever so slightly. it’s just enough so he can sit inside of you, but still soft enough that it doesn’t fill you whole.

you let out a huff of content breath at suddenly feeling so connected to bobby, before grinding your hips more. you’re still kissing and mouthing at his bare chest, with little groans leaving your lips.

“feels s’ nice, bobby. i like feeling you grow ‘n stretch me out.” you murmur against him.

bob lets out a silent, “oh.” before settling his large hands to your hips and moving them against his own. you whimper at each movement, being able to feel his tip nudge deeper inside of you and his shaft grow. you felt bob’s warm lips press against the shell of your ear and kiss you tenderly, with his voice soothing in your ear.

“does that feel nice, bunny? feelin’ my cock stretch out my sweet cunt? so good for me, letting me fill my sweet bunny whole.”

[sebsxphia]

bob is such a pleasure!dom and you’re such a good girl for him !! bob hears Jake’s brat tamer stories all the time and Bobby just thinks to himself “my bunny would never”. because early on in your relationship, you tested bobs limits, and he did punish you for the way you acted, he punished you hard. So when Bobby asked you to”you promise you’ll stay good for daddy, bun’?”, you did hesitate to agree 😚

omgggg yes yes yes dear anon! 🤭😵‍💫

i love mean dom bob, but pleasure dom bob holds such a special place in my heart. i love being a brat more than anything, but i also love and get so soft (and horny) for thinking about being such a good girl for bobby! his little bunny who never acts up, compliantly does anything he asks and who gets so many rewards! i definitely think he’s a mix of both types of doms and you know when you’re getting mean dom bob, but of course like you say dear anon, once you experienced his hard punishment, you made sure you would always be such a good girl for him.

you were clinging to his leg and sobbing, as he made you ride his shoe with your spanked and puffy pussy. he gripped your chin tightly and forced you to look at him with your glassy eyes. “you promise you’ll stay good for daddy, bun’?”

with a broken sob, you spluttered out, “y—yes, daddy! p—promise! i’ll be y’ good girl, i’ll be y’ bestest girl. i’ll n—never misbehave ‘gain. p—please let me come with y’ f—fingers, d—daddy!”

bob knows that his bunny would never act up on him again because of that experience, and because he knows you’re just such a good girl for him.

oh how i’d love to be his good girl! 🥰 thank you so much for this delicious thot my dear anon! 💌

[sebsxphia]

that picture of lew with the pillow is making me think about Bobby being deployed for so long and having to muffle his moans around the other daggers cause he can’t stop thinking about his sweetheart back home 🤭

ohhhhhh my god, jenna please 😵‍💫 i love your big, beautiful mind! 🤭 i was thinking the exact same thing!

it’s close living quarters and the walls are thin. he’s got a couple of filthy polaroids to himself and a used pair of your lacy panties. he’s got them wrapped around his cock as he fists himself with your panties, bunched tightly into his knuckles. he’s almost drooling as the taste of you on his tongue is still there, but fading away with each passing day. it’s been months since he last saw you, but bob misses you desperately even if he hasn’t tasted you in two days. his moans are deep and desperate, he’s almost whining. as he draws himself closer, he places the pillow over his face to muffle the deep and gasping groan that escapes him, mouthing against the scratchy fabric. just a few more months until he can moan into his sweetheart’s cunt, or ear again.

hehe 🤭 i love thinking about my desperate daddy touching himself! thank you so much for this delicious (and incredibly accurate!) thot my love! 💌

[sebsxphia]

Okay but like sitting on rhetts lap he's in nothing but his boxers and cowboy hat whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

yee haw cowboy! 🤠

he’s just had a very successful run at the rodeo and he’s finally got his winning prize right where he wants you. you laugh when he tells you this corny one liner, but you wouldn’t have your winning cowboy any other way. especially when he’s striped down to nothing but his boxers. after the evening, there were a couple of beers and shots of tequila at the bar, but nothing too heavy. it’s enough to make you both like giggly teenagers again and as you patch up any fresh grazes, and soothe any blooming bruises, rhett’s still wearing his cowboy hat on his head.

when you finish up tending to your rough and tough cowboy, he pulls you up to his lap with a needy, “c’ere, little darlin’.” he’s got you straddling his bare thighs and he’s kissing over your neck, with his teeth biting at your earlobe. “mm, baby. y’ looked s’ good tonight. y’ do that just for me, hm? dress up all pretty f’ daddy? you’re s’ sweet to me, you’re my diamond girl, my good luck charm. i love you, darlin’.”

sooner than you know it, his cowboy hat is placed on your head and he’s giving your thighs a squeeze. “c’mon, pretty girl. ride the winnin’ cowboy.”

hehe 🤭 i love this thot so much my dear anon! thank you so much for this! 💌

[sebsxphia]

spent my afternoon at work day dreaming about bob on his knees in front of you. maybe he’s been on deployment somewhere for months and he’s been jerking off to polaroids of your cunt you’ve sent him. some from when he was home (your pussy covered in his cum) and some from after he’s left (a small vibrator in his favorite color pushed up against your clit). he practically drools when he jerks off at the thought of how your cunt tastes on his tongue. by the end of his deployment, he can barely remember what you taste like. it doesn’t come to his taste buds as easily as it did six months ago. so when he walks off the carrier and you’re standing there, huge smile, practically jumping up and down, he’s happy to see you. ecstatic, really. but he’s only thinking of one single thing. getting you home, putting his mouth on you for as long as it takes to ingrain the taste of you into him so he doesn’t forget so easily next time ✨

HEHE GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET RN DEAR ANON, BECAUSE HE WOULD! HE FUCKIN’ WOULD!

bob is the happiest man on deployment when he’s fisting his cock and looking over the polaroids that you gave/sent him, and as he drools, he can taste you. he can taste your cunt on his tongue and it’s not uncommon for him to lie there, hips thrusting upwards and his tongue panting as he imagines the taste of your sweet cunt. it definitely makes jerking off a little harder for him when he forgets that taste, but the sight of him pathetically whimpering, eyes squinting shut in an attempt to re-imagine it, is such a pretty sight. it’s a shame you can’t see it.

don’t worry though, nothing is prettier than the sight of when he returns home. his face is buried and pressed up so deep into your cunt, his hair is a ruffled mess and all you can hear is deep, languid groans as he tastes you again. baby boy would have his cheeks so pink and hot, eyes glazed over (glasses forgotten), and with drool and your cum dripping down his chin once he’s finished.

goodness gracious! i need him! thank you so much for this delicious thot dear anon! mwah! 🤭💌

[sebsxphia]

i do not have an accent…. but when i’m tired or angry my fun lil southern twang pops out and i’m imagining being in your early relationship with Jake and him hearing it and just losing his mind

oh my god, i love this so much dear anon 🥹

i can imagine this if you’re staying round jake’s home around a month into your relationship. it’s early in the morning and you’re rushing to meet your mum. you’re in a rush because said boyfriend, the handsome, tall and blonde, texas aviator, kept you in bed a little longer than you had anticipated. worth it though, of course.

you’re riffling through the drawers in jake’s hallway in a hurried attempt to find your car keys. “where the fuck…” you let out a grunt in frustration as they’re still nowhere to be seen. “where in the god damn, hell, are they? my ma’s gon’ kill me.”

you huff out again and look up at jake, who’s leaning against the wall with his eyes wide and his jaw nearly on the floor, yet a small smirk tugging on his lips. he looks smug and it irritates you even more.

“what?” you snap.

“that!” jake playfully points his finger at you, flexing his bicep muscles candidly. “what was that?!”

“what was what, jake? my keys! my god damn keys!” you’ve admitted defeat and broken into frustrated laughter at your stupidly handsome, shirtless boyfriend, walking towards you with his award winning smile.

“again! that southern twang, you’re a god damn southern bell aren’t you?” he wraps his large arm around you and pulls you flush against his bare torso, his other hand coming up to gently cradle your jaw. you’re melting into his touch, no longer frustrated and your cheeks are turning a rosy pink.

“i’ll help you find your keys, but you have to promise me one thing?”

“yes?”

“come home from your ma as soon as you can, because i want my sweet southern bell all to myself.”

eheh thank you so much for this dear anon! 💌

[sebsxphia]

had a thought today: giving rhett the sloppiest blow job while he’s wearing his riding chaps!!!! like right after he’s finished riding and you pull him back into the shadows somewhere and your knees are in the dirt and you only unzip his fly to pull him out because you wanna keep the entire image of him: beat up cowboy hat, riding vest, worn in jeans, his chaps, and that big ol’ belt buckle 🤤

￫ a/n: good LORD dear anon! yes, yes and yes again! 🤤 there was something about the new outer range trailer and seeing him in his full get up, that made me remember just how delicious he looks in the full outfit 🤤 he deserves the sloppiest of blowjobs looking like that! thank you so much for this delicious thot my dear anon! 💌

￫ c/w: smut and blowjobs.

rhett just had a winning ride.

after any ride he’s pumping full of adrenaline and desperate to get his hands on you, but a winning ride brings out this animalistic need in him, and you. you waste no time in running up to him, giving him a congratulatory and heated kiss, before whispering in his ear about how desperately you want him right now. you know that he wants you the very same as he lets out a low growl, squeezes your ass harshly and bids a quick farewell to the others.

he drags you round to the back of the stands and combined with the shadows of the trailers, no one would know that you were there. still, the thrill of getting caught thrums through both of your veins. heated kisses and groans between the two of you are exchanged, before you suck a harsh kiss on his sweat coated neck and drop to your knees. rhett goes to unbuckle his vest and slip off his gloves, but you grab his wrist and gasp out.

“no, no. don’t.”

a smug smile twitches on rhett’s lips. “why, darlin’?”

“you just… fuck. y’ looked s’ fuckin’ hot out there, rhett. i need it, i need all of you.”

you don’t know if what you’re saying is even making any sense. you’re just desperate for him and your mind is spinning.

through the shadowed light, you can still see rhett’s smug smile as his eyes gleam down at you. his gloved hands are rough on your cheeks as he cups your chin. his thumb prods on your bottom lip and you can taste the bitter leather. “alright, little darlin’. go ahead, show the winnin’ cowboy how it’s done.”

he gives your chin a squeeze before snaking his hand round to gather your hair and create a makeshift ponytail, letting you have full and complete access to his already straining cock. you twist your fingers under his chaps and go to un-do his big, shiny, belt buckle. it shimmers in the low light and the sound of it clanking against itself to reveal his painfully hard cock, has you drooling.

you can’t wait to leave with your knees bruised and dirtied from the rough ground, and his belt buckle imprinted on your rosy and hot cheeks.

[sebsxphia]

The “who hurt you “ trope but you show up at Rhetts door at 2am

-🥊😘

“who hurt you?”

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ c/w: mentions of violence and injury, descriptions of injury, mentions of abuse, swearing, kissing, rhett is a big softie who wants to protect you.

￫ a/n: @sandbarbirdie bIRDIE YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS TROPE WITH RHETT, TURN THIS UPPP <3 i started writing this and it turned into a full fic, woah! i understand this topic is heavy so please, please dm or inbox me with any c/w that i’ve missed or if you just want to talk, i’m here to listen, always. my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Rhett’s sure he heard the knocking on his front door. He was coming out of his slumber and couldn’t work out if it was in his dream, or real life, but then he heard the knocking again, far louder this time. He was sure that it was a pounding on his front door. He slipped on a pair of boxers from the day before and a plaid shirt was thrown haphazardly over his shoulders. It was freezing during the Wabang winters now and he would be damned if he was going to catch a cold.

He padded down the stairs and into his hallway to hear another pounding. His door was shaking with the force. “I’m coming, Jesus fu—” He unlocked the door and opened it to see you with your hands wrapped tightly around your arms, and trying to incase some of the warmth into your shaking frame from the cold. You peered up at him and squinted your eyes at the warm brightness inside his home. The light purple bruise on your eye that was starting to form made it harder to look at him. The gash on the side of your temple was boring into your skull, with dried blood trickling down onto your cheek. “Jesus Christ.” He muttered under his breath and your name in tow, before ushering you quickly you inside.

He shed the plaid shirt and wrapped it around your quivering shoulders. He gently cupped your face in the hallway where you both stood still and tilted you up to look at him. He was hyper-aware that there could be other injuries he wasn’t aware of. You looked at him with guilt spreading across your face. It was sheepish almost, but Rhett wore a look of only worry on his face.

“Who hurt you?” His tone was firm and unwavering.

You were childhood sweethearts long ago and you’d both enjoyed your younger teenage years together and early adult lives, but things got in the way and you were no longer together.

“Shit happens,” Is what you told Rhett, however you found in the more recent months, you were getting closer to each other again. Sometimes you wondered late at night if you could ever truly tear apart from one another. The relationship you held with each other could never be argued about or even understood. The only thing he knew is that he would bury someone in the ground for you and protect you with his still, beating heart.

His eyes bore into yours awaiting your reply. He was waiting for the name of who he was going to ruin the next day. You knew your Rhett and his tendencies to loose all control over anyone who would even dare to look your way, so you opted for the safer option, not looking him in the eye when you told him. You pulled away from his soft hold and stumbled to the kitchen chair and slouched down. “Darren.” You muttered out, looking down at your scuffed cowboy boots, a gift from Rhett for your twenty first birthday.

“Darren.” Rhett repeated with a grunt and clenched fists by his sides. Darren was your new fling and while Rhett knew about him, and he knew he had no real hold on you anymore, it burned at his insides like acid. Rhett also knew he had no place to ask what you were doing with Darren, but he needed to know why you showed up at his door at two in the morning with blood running down your face and a nasty bruise forming on your eye.

Rhett reached for the first aid kit in the top kitchen cupboard and came to kneel by your side in the dimly lit kitchen. His nostrils were flared and you saw how he was trying to steady his breathing. Shallow and deep breaths came out of him, and you knew he was already plotting his downfall.

Rhett broke the tense silence first. “What the fuck did Darren do t’ you, angel?”

That name. Fuck sake. That fucking name. Rhett’s words were laced with venom, poised and ready to attack your attacker but the name “angel,” simply made tears swell in your eyes and it stung the bruised one. You remembered when Rhett called you angel. It was always during the softer times at night when your bodies were entwined with each other, talking about your future together, or when he consoled you after you didn’t get into your dream college.

“He wasn’t aiming for me. He went for some guy standing next to me, but he ducked at the right time and Darren’s fist met me instead.”

Rhett scoffed and made a mental note that Darren had a lazy punch. That would be good to know for tomorrow.

He dipped the cotton ball in the luke warm water and dabbed cautiously at the wound on your temple. You let out a hiss, gritting your teeth together and scrunching your eyes shut. Another groan left your chapped lips as the pain in your eye swelled from the scrunching. You felt one of Rhett’s hands rest on your jean clad thigh and give it a reassuring squeeze, his thumb running soothing circles over your flesh. “I know, I know. It’s gon’ sting, I’m sorry.” Rhett never apologised to anyone. Only you.

“If it were me punching some guy f’ you, I wouldn’t do it anywhere near you.”

You huffed out a small laugh at Rhett’s attempt to ease the pain. “I know. I remember.” You reminded him.

“Did you drive?”

You hesitated on your answer. No matter the response, it wasn’t going to help you try and hide what happened.

“No, I ran.”

Rhett’s eyebrows twisted downwards ever so slightly.

“I live a good mile away from town, angel.”

“After everything happened I screamed at Darren, like I lost it Rhett.” You twiddled with the hem of your t-shirt as Rhett continued to patch you up. You still couldn’t look at him. You felt shame clouding your senses. “He lost it back at me. I’d never seen him like that. I mean sure, we’ve only been dating like a month, but… But you really see peoples true colours when they’re drunk, huh.”

Your statement was laced with a double meaning. You remembered when Rhett got drunk, sure he would defend you within an inch of your life, but he would never scream at you. Never. He would cling to you all night and whisper sweet nothings in your ear about how you were the only one for him. It stung more than the wound on the side of your face to know that you might’ve lost that.

Rhett stuck a butterfly band aid to the side of your face and cleaned up the rest of your blood. “‘nd the gash?” He paused. “He punched you, angel. Y’ don’t get that after a blow t’ the eye.”

Now Rhett was finished with bandaging you up, he could slip his hands to yours and give them a light squeeze. He wanted you to know that he was here. He was going to listen to anything you had to say and reassure you with all his might. The tears that had pooled in your eyes from before were now slipping over and onto your cheeks. You held his gaze and bit your bottom lip harshly. You were trying to stop the sobs that wanted to tear from your throat. You winced as you reminisced what followed after and how you got the gash.

You didn’t need to say it, Rhett knew.

His eyes softened at seeing you like this. He wanted to reassure you that he heard you, but he felt a bile form in his throat. He could feel it threatening to spew out of him. The idea of someone intentionally hurting his angel made him nauseous.

“I was s’ scared. I didn’t know anywhere else to go, expect here.” You blubbered out between small sobs now leaving your throat. Rhett shuffled closer to you and removed his hands from yours to hold your face again, lovingly.

“You don’t have t’ be scared anymore, angel. Y’ can always find your way back home ‘ere.”

You nodded in his hands and gave him a thankful look with all you could muster without your face contorting into pain again.

“Can I stay with you tonight, Rhett? Please?”

Rhett was baffled that you even had to ask, but he understood that the injuries could very easily adhere your thinking.

“Of course, angel. I’ll always protect you.” A featherlight kiss was pressed to your cheek. He could taste your salty tears and it only made his insides wrench further in disgust at the man, no boy, who hurt you. No man would do this.

He bent down and wrapped his arms around your waist, and you instinctively hoisted yourself onto his. You rested your head into the crook of his shoulder. One hand cradled your legs as they attached to his hips and another softly smoothed over the back of your hair. You inhaled his familiar scent of cedar wood and spearmint. You felt safe as Rhett carried you to his bed that was once yours as well.

He sat you on what used to be your side of the bed and the mattress moved underneath you, as if to welcome your figure that once laid there. He gently shed you of his plaid shirt and your t-shirt underneath. In between the loss of your clothes, he pressed another feather light kiss to your cheek.

“You okay?” He checked in with you. When you nodded in response, he retrieved your old sleep shirt from his chest of drawers. He shed a slither of embarrassment at the prospect of still keeping your clothes, but it melted away when you accepted it with the first smile on your face that he had seen all evening.

“Arms up,” His voice was a soft instruction. You did as he asked and he slipped the top over you. It fitted like a warm hug, something that always fitted you perfectly. Just like Rhett. “I’ll help y’ take off y’ jeans now alright, angel?” He knelt down and brushed his fingers over the button and zipper. He un-did them with ease and slipped your jeans off. It was like you were a deer that he had seen in the forest who he didn’t want to spook. You’d always appreciated Rhett’s softer side.

However, his softness contorted into ferocious anger once again on his face. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw the second graze on your kneecap. “I fell to my knees after, he— he—” Your voice wavered again and you felt the tears sting at your waterline once more.

“I know, angel. I know. It’s not as bad as the others, I can patch it up tomorrow, alright?” Rhett reached up to wipe the one tear off your cheek. His lips gently met your flesh just above the graze on your kneecap and you sniffled at his adoring touch.

All clothes and shoes were now shed, and he picked up the empty glass on his bedside table. He went to leave the room but you stopped him in the doorway with a hold on his wrist. You looked at him with a pleading look and a small pout on your lips. You didn’t want him to leave you.

“It’s okay, angel. I’m jus’ goin’ t’ the bathroom t’ get you some water.” You hesitantly let go and got back into bed, shuffling up to the headboard and tucking your knees under your chin.

The weight of the mattress dipped again when Rhett sat next to you. He held the glass at the base while your still trembling hands held onto one side, helping you drink. “I’ll fill it up again for the night ‘nd then come into bed with you, alright?” He pressed a kiss to your temple, the side that wasn’t injured. You nodded in response and pulled the covers over your body, and slouched down into the pillows.

They smelt like Rhett, and you inhaled his scent and hair products again, deeper this time. The smell that flooded your nostrils made you inhale deeply. You felt a breath you’d been holding onto all night slip out. Rhett came back and made his way round to the other side of the bed. He slinked in beside you and you could feel his fingers rest on your upper arm first, testing the waters. He felt you relax under his touch and he took it as a welcome signal. You shuffled back into him and he slid his arm around yours and pulled you into his warm chest, his chin resting just above your head.

Another kiss was placed to the top of your head and you heard Rhett speak up, his drawl coaxing his words. A familiarity you’d missed so much recently. “You’re safe, angel. I’m never lettin’ you go again.”

That was the last thing you heard Rhett murmur to you before you fell asleep in his arms. Safe at last.

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[sebsxphia]

Jake cupping your entrance with his hand every time you get too overwhelmed after he made love to you. This constant, careful pressure helping you stay grounded and focus the tingling sensations, calming them to a stop.

-💚

ohhhhh my god! oh my god! 🥺😭😵‍💫 this is so incredibly hot and so incredibly real! you’re squirming and whining softly after he’s made love to you, and as he goes to cup your pussy and twitching clit with his hand, you whine about how sensitive it feels. in response, jake shushes you gently in an attempt to calm you and listen to his words. “it’s alright, baby, i’ve got you. jus’ feel that, yeah? can you feel that, beautiful? ‘m gonna stay right here with you. i want you to feel every sensation, sweets. good girl, that’s it…”

godddddd! i can’t quite put into words just how much i love this thought and how hot this is! (also how badly i need this) just jake, helping you stay grounded and not feeling too overstimulated, or overwhelmed and working you through that post orgasm haze. fuck! thank you so much for this thought my beloved anon! 💌💗

[sebsxphia]

I need lazy, messy, soft sex with bob when he comes home from a deployment 🥹

oh god oh god oh god me too dear anon! me too! rn! 🥹🥺

when bob comes home from a deployment, he tells everyone else that he’s coming home two days later than he does, for the sole purpose of having you to himself for two days. it’s lazy type sex the entire two days, because you’re both feeling hazy and bob more so feeling exhausted after deployment especially. it’s messy because bob is devouring you and leaving no spot on your skin un-kissed, with his cum constantly leaking out from you. and lastly, it’s always soft because he’s just been reunited with his bunny. he’s not going to be a mean dom right now 🥹

i need him. soooo bad! 🥺😵‍💫 thank you so much for this delicious thot my dear anon! 💌

[sebsxphia]

Just imagine getting this shirt and wearing it on game day in front of Jake 😂

MY GUY IS GRIPPING YOUR WAIST, HAULING YOU OVER HIS LAP AND BOUNCING YOU ON HIS COCK 😵‍💫

he would be so competitively fuming. his grip is so tight on your waist and ass, as he pounds his hips up and into you, leaving hand prints on your ass cheeks from smacking them so hard. he’s gritting in your ear with his low drawl, “fuck the longhorns, yeah? c’mon then, baby. fuck me.”

omg thank you so much for sending this to me my love! 🤭💌

[sebsxphia]

need to go to sleep feelin full of daddy Bobby :( it’d fix me

mmmm me too dear anon, me too :(

it’s such a comforting thought thinking about going to sleep, feeling full of daddy bobby’s cock and his warm spend. it makes me feel all soft and gooey. he’s just fucked you nice and slow. partly on your side and then finishing in missionary, so he can hold your loving eye contact and kiss your forehead when you both come.

he asks how you’re feeling and your eyes droop, with a cock drunk smile on your swollen lips. you hum in appreciation and mumble, “s’ good, daddy. please, don’t go yet. stay inside me. need you, bobby.”

he gives you another kiss on your forehead and obliges. he tenderly kisses away your whimpers and whines as you feel his cock move to spoon you, feeling his spend gently leaking out of you as he does. he whispers close, “sleep, my darlin’. i’ve got you, ‘m right here. so full of me, such a good girl for daddy.”

hghhhhh 🥺 thank you so much for this delicious and comforting thot my dear anon! 💌

[sebsxphia]

Imagine teasing Rhett and Bob at an important event and the two taking you into an empty room and fucking you and edging you until they finish and don’t allow you to finish for the night/next few days…

￫ a/n: ooooooh, i’m imagining, dear anon! i’m imagining! 😵‍💫🤤

￫ c/w: teasing, sex, double teaming.

it’s a navy event for bob, and although you and rhett are well aware that you’re here to support him and that it’s his night, bobby can’t help but look so fucking hot in his navy whites. why does he always have to look so fuckable at these events? rhett in tow is well aware of how handsome he looks as well, but he’s on his best behavior. unlike you.

you spend the night giving touches to them both that are a little too close for comfort and whispering the most sinful scenarios into their ears. after one particularly heated comment to bob, just before he conversed with a high ranking admiral, all it took from bobby was one glare at rhett and he had you in a firm hold, awaiting bob’s next move. but of course you didn’t let up, why would you? you giggled to yourself and only continued to rile up rhett as bob finished his conversation.

next thing you knew, you were being dragged down the empty hallways of this highly established building. bob knew of these hallways and he knew the exact room where they both could take you.

you ended up on a table, on your back, with your dress hiked up around your waist and your breasts spilling from the top. bob eagerly took to fucking your cunt as it was his right. this was his night. rhett had his cock stuffed in your mouth and protruding down your throat, with drool and muffled moans spilling from your lips.

“s’ fuckin’ tight, bunny.” bob cursed through gritted teeth. “squeezin’ us so fuckin’ tight, but you aren’t even gonna come. pity that, isn’t it? brat.”

you begged and squirmed for the two of them to let you come, but you knew you had gone too far. you were left throbbing and aching, trying to squeeze your thighs together for the rest of the event to gain some relief, but it never came. and as you begged again the night after and the night after that, you realized that it wasn’t going to come for some time.

[sebsxphia]

Early, early morning sex with Bob. The sun has yet to rise and the room is still black and blue. You wake him up with kisses on his neck, and he lazily worships your body. He mutters inaudible sweet nothings along your skin. Riding him is slow and easy, until he turns you over and presses you into the mattress, cumming inside you.

oh my goodness my dear anon, this just sounds like an absolute dreammmm does it not?? 🥹🥹

it starts off soft and slow. both of you still laced in sleep, even though you were the one to wake first. the sweet nothings are murmured with his southern accent making more of an appearance in the early throws of the morning. bob manages to fumble for his glasses on the bedside table. even though it’s still dark outside, bob wants to see all of you that’s illuminated in the soon to set moonlight.

his hands are placed firmly and steadily on your hips as you ride him. your head is thrown back enjoying the pleasure it brings you while your body is still relaxed from the sleep. bob’s gaze is fixed on your figure moving in the moonlight and it’s driving him wild. he lets out little grunts at the sight of your breasts moving up and down every once in a while as you ride him slowly.

it’s enough for him.

he needs you and he needs you now.

he shifts upwards and latches onto your nipple. the sudden sensation jolts you awake and you let out a cry followed by his name. he tugs on them both a couple of times before releasing you from his cock altogether. you let out a whine in protest and bob shushes you in response.

“shh, my love. let me take care of you, i’ll make you feel good, darlin’.”

bob is quick to grab a pillow and place it underneath your belly. in one swift movement, he presses the small of your back down into the pillow and subsequently the mattress. his other hand pulls at your hips to meet him again and he bottoms out in you with ease. he curses your name as he feels you clench around him at the new found angle.

“feels good doesn’t it, sweetheart?” you whimper and nod your head against the mattress in response. “that’s my love. i’ll fill you up pretty girl.”

neksndjwndjene please my turn when!! thank you so much for this incredible thot my dear anon!! i could kiss you, mwah!! 💌🥹💖