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Could you write Bob Reynolds x transmasc reader pls? Like rough, but they both have control at some point. Also a little dysphoria comfort is always sweet. Tysm!!! Also i got recommended you by undying decay and your writing is so good obbsessiivley reading it now

Ahhhh I love mae so much and I'm so grateful to her for recommending me 🥰 I also loved this request and I hope you do too! Please come back and request more ❤️ Also, I have memberships now if you wanna check them out 💕 Cw for the use of the word "pussy" and "Cunt" to describe transmale genitalia.

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📂 Current File: ▼ ▶ Relinquish.mp3

ⓘ Robert Reynolds x Transmasc Reader

It’s not unusual for things to get rough with you and Robby. Both of you needed to feel in control, You— because it helped ease the dysphoria and made you feel more ‘manly’ even if that was a bit cliche and he seemed to need it because his life had been out of control for so long that being in control in the bedroom gave him some sort of peace.

It always starts off slow; the tower is empty. You and Robert had been laying on your bed, making out for who knows how long, tongues slowly pushing in and out of each others mouths, biting and licking at each other’s lips, a lighter fight for dominance. Then, someone always takes control. Today, it was Robert.

He pulls away from you abruptly, like he’s got some sort of wild idea that just pinged his brain and for a second you think it might have nothing to do with you and he’s going to jump up out of the bed and abandon you for a sudden burst of inspiration and motivation to do something to help the team. It wouldn’t be the first time, but this time, his eyes tracked you up and down and an evil, greedy smirk spread out over his lips before he straddled your hips and pinned your wrists to the bed. “You’re mine tonight, sweetheart,” He smirks, tightening his hands when you make a show of squirming underneath him and whining softly.

“If I’m yours, then you better take me,” You smirk up at him, biting at your bottom lip.

You didn’t know how long the two of you had been making out for, but you could feel Robert hard against your hip and your own boxers had been soaked for quite a while. You push up lightly, lifting your hips up off the bed and into his body, but he only tightens his grip, you’re sure you’re going to have five perfect, finger shaped bruises around your wrists tomorrow.

“You keep demanding things like that, and I’ll have to tie you up,” He threatens. You both know he would never, at least not unless you had talked about it before, it would take away too much of your control, but the threat of it still makes your cunt throb.

Robert takes a minute to lean down and grind his hard cock into you and give a needy whine but then it’s right back to control when he lets go of your wrists to shed you of your pants and boxers, then him of his own. With him preoccupied, you could move and take the control now, but you don’t, not yet, not when it was so obvious.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Robby,” You say in a hushed tone, watching him roll the condom onto his hard, leaking, cock.

“Don’t I always?” His smirk gives away that it’s not a real question, he knows that he does. “I’ll take care of you, sunshine, don’t you worry about that.” With the condom on, he leans back over your body and presses his lips to yours, a too soft gesture for what was about to happen.

Robert runs his hands down every inch of your chest and torso before he squeezes one of your thighs and hikes your right leg up on your shoulder. He gives you no warning before he pushes into you, punctuated with a loud moan. “Do you know how good you feel, baby? How tight and warm? Can’t fucking take it, and your perfect cunt is all mine,”

“Fuck, move, Robby.” You groan, stretched around his cock and desperate for the pleasure you knew was coming.

“Awfully bossy for a little boy who's on the bottom aren't you?" Robert smirks from above you, blonde hair falling into his face, but he's too preoccupied to push it back.

This was your moment. You wrap your legs around Robert's waist and push up with all your strength and flip the both of you over so you were straddling him with his cock still buried deep inside of you. "Now, who's on the bottom, little boy," you can't help but spit his words back at him while you grind down against him, hard and fast.

"Ah shit, oh fuck" Rob groans out, gasping in surprise, and whining as you speed up even more, this time, you lean down and press you lips into his, sinking your teeth into his lower lip and pulling.

"You wanna take control? You want this tight, wet, pussy to be all yours, Robby?" You smirk wickedly. "You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that." You knew what he could do, the kind of strength he had, and you both knew what you were really asking. The first time Robert had used his super strength in bed, he didn't have it quite so under control and you ended up needing a new bed.

Robert is still beneath you, whining and whimpering pathetically, half heartedly trying to push up further into you, but those works have his eyes popping open and shining up at you. The next time you're both flipped, it takes your breath away. The sheer speed and force at which you go from being above Robert to below him is dizzying and there's no chance to catch your breath as he pounds into you. All you can do is grasp desperately to his back, leaving raised red marks from your nails and just hope you aren't loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

Robert had made sure you came three times before he even came once and despite how tired and worn out you were, you never passed out before you two had a chance to hold each other close and talk. "Does it bother you when we use words like that?" Robert asks softly after a long stretch of silence and just soaking each other in.

"Words like what? You ask tilting your head slightly to look up at him.

"Y'know... like cunt and pussy and stuff."

You take a moment to think about it but then shake your head gently. "No, not really. Maybe if someone else used them, but I know how you see me." You smile softly.

"Oh yeah? And how do I see you, pretty boy?"

"Exactly like that," You grin, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder.

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werewolf Rhett and vampire Bob (Floyd- I know you refer Robert Reynolds as Robby 🩵)

😏 imma just leave this here

Unfortunately, werewolves are not my thing, so I'll leave that to the very talented @lewmagoo ❤️

BUT vampire Bob Floyd... ohhh that sweet boy would be so careful sinking his teeth into you, apologizing over and over while he sucks your blood, telling you how much he can't live without you and that's why he needs to turn you, so you'll be bound to him forever. 😅❤️

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Hiiii so I was thinking something about Bob and premature ejaculation? And he’d get so embarrassed but reader holds him and tells him that’s ok—yeah some smutty fluff 😭

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bob is the poster boy for this t sort of thing — not cocky, not smooth, just desperate and overeager and too fucking sensitive for his own good.

it’s not supposed to happen like this though.

bob had all these stupid, sweaty, daydreamed-out ideas about how tonight would go. how he was gonna take his time. be slow and good for you. mayb even make you come first — prove to himself he could handle it, that he could be the kind of man you’d wanna keep around.

but bob’s never been good at controlling himself. not when it comes to you.

becaus the second you get him between your thighs — warm and slick and looking up at him with those pretty, heavy-lidded eyes — it’s over. his brain short-circuits, his breath catches, and suddenly he’s sixteen again, fucking his fist thinking about a girl who never even knew his name.

you moan his name — just a little breathy thing, soft and sweet — and that’s it. it snaps whatever fragile thread of control he thought he had.

his stomach tightens. his hips stutter. and then he’s spilling inside you before he’s even gotten a rhythm going, face buried in your neck with a broken, mortified sound that isn’t quite a whimper and isn’t quite a sob.

“fuck—fuck, i’m sorry, baby—”

his voice cracks around it. his hands trembling where they’re braced on either side of your head, too scared to look at you, already trying to pull out like he can undo it somehow.

“i didn’t—I swear i didn’t mean to, it’s just—you’re so fuckin’ pretty, and you were makin’ those sounds, and—are you mad? i’ll hold it better next time i promise, one more chance”

he’s breathing too fast. going red from his neck to his hairline, damp with sweat, eyes wet in that glassy, embarrassed way he gets when he thinks he’s fucked up beyond fixing.

but you’re already catching his face in your hands, thumb brushing over the edge of his cheekbone. pulling him down into you, keeping him there when he tries to pull away.

“hey, hey,” you murmur, lips against his temple. “it’s okay, bobby. it’s okay.”

and it is. because the way he’s clinging to you now — small, needy, too ashamed to even meet your eyes — is the whole reason you wanted him in your bed to begin with. it was never abot how long he’d last or how many times he could make you come. it was about this. about bob letting himself fall apart in your arms, about him trusting you enough to show you the parts he’s ashamed of.

you feel him shudder against you, the hot, damp weight of his body pressing into yours, and you run your fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to get him to meet your gaze.

“was it that good?”

and it’s a tease, yeah — but a soft one. gentle, more fond than mocking.

he groans, hiding his face against your neck again, and you feel his mouth move against your skin. a barely-there “m’sorry,” and you shush him, carding your fingers through his hair.

“don’t be. you’re so good for me, bob.”

you can feel him relax, just a litle. hips still pressed against yours, his softening cock twitching where it’s still nestled inside. you hum, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“c’mon,” you whisper. “we’ll go again. you’ll show me how good you can be.”

and you feel the little shiver that runs through him. because yeah — you both know he will.

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Could you write Bob Reynolds x transmasc reader pls? Like rough, but they both have control at some point. Also a little dysphoria comfort is always sweet. Tysm!!! Also i got recommended you by undying decay and your writing is so good obbsessiivley reading it now

Ahhhh I love mae so much and I'm so grateful to her for recommending me 🥰 I also loved this request and I hope you do too! Please come back and request more ❤️ Also, I have memberships now if you wanna check them out 💕 Cw for the use of the word "pussy" and "Cunt" to describe transmale genitalia.

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📂 Current File: ▼ ▶ Relinquish.mp3

ⓘ Robert Reynolds x Transmasc Reader

It’s not unusual for things to get rough with you and Robby. Both of you needed to feel in control, You— because it helped ease the dysphoria and made you feel more ‘manly’ even if that was a bit cliche and he seemed to need it because his life had been out of control for so long that being in control in the bedroom gave him some sort of peace.

It always starts off slow; the tower is empty. You and Robert had been laying on your bed, making out for who knows how long, tongues slowly pushing in and out of each others mouths, biting and licking at each other’s lips, a lighter fight for dominance. Then, someone always takes control. Today, it was Robert.

He pulls away from you abruptly, like he’s got some sort of wild idea that just pinged his brain and for a second you think it might have nothing to do with you and he’s going to jump up out of the bed and abandon you for a sudden burst of inspiration and motivation to do something to help the team. It wouldn’t be the first time, but this time, his eyes tracked you up and down and an evil, greedy smirk spread out over his lips before he straddled your hips and pinned your wrists to the bed. “You’re mine tonight, sweetheart,” He smirks, tightening his hands when you make a show of squirming underneath him and whining softly.

“If I’m yours, then you better take me,” You smirk up at him, biting at your bottom lip.

You didn’t know how long the two of you had been making out for, but you could feel Robert hard against your hip and your own boxers had been soaked for quite a while. You push up lightly, lifting your hips up off the bed and into his body, but he only tightens his grip, you’re sure you’re going to have five perfect, finger shaped bruises around your wrists tomorrow.

“You keep demanding things like that, and I’ll have to tie you up,” He threatens. You both know he would never, at least not unless you had talked about it before, it would take away too much of your control, but the threat of it still makes your cunt throb.

Robert takes a minute to lean down and grind his hard cock into you and give a needy whine but then it’s right back to control when he lets go of your wrists to shed you of your pants and boxers, then him of his own. With him preoccupied, you could move and take the control now, but you don’t, not yet, not when it was so obvious.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Robby,” You say in a hushed tone, watching him roll the condom onto his hard, leaking, cock.

“Don’t I always?” His smirk gives away that it’s not a real question, he knows that he does. “I’ll take care of you, sunshine, don’t you worry about that.” With the condom on, he leans back over your body and presses his lips to yours, a too soft gesture for what was about to happen.

Robert runs his hands down every inch of your chest and torso before he squeezes one of your thighs and hikes your right leg up on your shoulder. He gives you no warning before he pushes into you, punctuated with a loud moan. “Do you know how good you feel, baby? How tight and warm? Can’t fucking take it, and your perfect cunt is all mine,”

“Fuck, move, Robby.” You groan, stretched around his cock and desperate for the pleasure you knew was coming.

“Awfully bossy for a little boy who's on the bottom aren't you?" Robert smirks from above you, blonde hair falling into his face, but he's too preoccupied to push it back.

This was your moment. You wrap your legs around Robert's waist and push up with all your strength and flip the both of you over so you were straddling him with his cock still buried deep inside of you. "Now, who's on the bottom, little boy," you can't help but spit his words back at him while you grind down against him, hard and fast.

"Ah shit, oh fuck" Rob groans out, gasping in surprise, and whining as you speed up even more, this time, you lean down and press you lips into his, sinking your teeth into his lower lip and pulling.

"You wanna take control? You want this tight, wet, pussy to be all yours, Robby?" You smirk wickedly. "You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that." You knew what he could do, the kind of strength he had, and you both knew what you were really asking. The first time Robert had used his super strength in bed, he didn't have it quite so under control and you ended up needing a new bed.

Robert is still beneath you, whining and whimpering pathetically, half heartedly trying to push up further into you, but those works have his eyes popping open and shining up at you. The next time you're both flipped, it takes your breath away. The sheer speed and force at which you go from being above Robert to below him is dizzying and there's no chance to catch your breath as he pounds into you. All you can do is grasp desperately to his back, leaving raised red marks from your nails and just hope you aren't loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

Robert had made sure you came three times before he even came once and despite how tired and worn out you were, you never passed out before you two had a chance to hold each other close and talk. "Does it bother you when we use words like that?" Robert asks softly after a long stretch of silence and just soaking each other in.

"Words like what? You ask tilting your head slightly to look up at him.

"Y'know... like cunt and pussy and stuff."

You take a moment to think about it but then shake your head gently. "No, not really. Maybe if someone else used them, but I know how you see me." You smile softly.

"Oh yeah? And how do I see you, pretty boy?"

"Exactly like that," You grin, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder.

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Bob <3

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lewis via thebradylea

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Not every character has to be queer.

moodboard of lewis characters that like taking DICK up the ASS

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LOOK AT HIM! HES SO FUCKIN PRECIOUS!! I would've went out there and tackled that man in a hug. I would've jumped on him so fast, he'd have stumbled. He deserves better!

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rocco and rhett 🤝 the “i’m about to get laid” face

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paused the movie at just the right time :’) 🫶

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Guys, I'm working on a Robert Reynolds request (If you sent it, I love you), but what kind of nicknames do you guys think he would call his partner? Or if he would use nicknames/pet names at all.

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wanted to pop in here and let you know that you are also wanted & never ever a bother! 🥰

You are the sweetest 🥰 I appreciate you so much ❤️

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save a bull, ride a cowboy || rhett abbott

includes: smut 18+, fem! reader, riding, teasing, breeding kink(?), overstimulation.

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“what cowboy hat rule?!”

rhett merely chuckled as he gripped your hips. he watched with amused satisfaction as you sat in front of him, perched beautifully on his lap, looking like a lost deer, wearing his cowboy hat and a satin nightgown.

“oh c’mon, sweetheart, you’ve been in wyoming for how long? surely ya know the cowboy hat rule,” he teased as he sat up straighter against the bed’s headboard.

“i-i didn’t think it was real…” you pouted.

rhett laughed and nudged your arm lightly, “we take our brisket and cowboys very seriously ‘round here, hon.”

you huffed. you thought you were being cute by putting on rhett’s cowboy hat and straddling his lap. you proudly showed off your new look; all you were missing were some cowboy boots—but rhett was strict about not trudging mud into the bedroom.

“no pouting,” he said as he pulled your bottom lip from your teeth. “i didn’t make the rules, but i do stick to ‘em. i’m a law abiding citizen.” he teased.

you let out a snort of amusement, “last time i checked, you were charged with aggravated assault.”

rhett smirked, “save that sass for the ridin’ you’ll be doin’.”

and that’s how you found yourself right now; hands splayed out on his abs, lifting yourself up and down his fat cock. he was so big—filling you up to the brim and stretching your walls in a delicious way.

his cowboy hat shifted on your head with every bounce, growing more and more askew. rhett couldn’t take his eyes off of you. the way your eyebrows raised up in a soft arch, a perfect mirror of your back as you continued to ride him so diligently; your mouth falling open into a perfect ‘o’ shape, much like your pu—

“rhett, please,” you begged, squeezing his hands that were on your hips, silently pleading with him to help you.

he snapped out of his reverie and bit his lip, easily pulling you to bounce on his aching dick. you let out a soft moan, your body limping forwards against his chest. rhett chuckled.

“you’re doin’ a bad job at bein’ a cowgirl, sweetheart.”

you let out a petulant whine, “‘m trying…”

he almost felt bad for you.

almost.

he suddenly held you in place before he started pistoning his cock up into you. you let out a cry, your breath hitching in your throat as you tried to steady yourself.

“r-rhett!” you shrieked.

“‘m showin’ ya how to do it, darlin’.” he remarked, his gaze focused on the sight of his long cock disappearing in and out of your tight cunt. he growled, his head tipping backwards. “ya gotta tame the bull. how else ya gonna ride?”

with shaky hands, you mustered up enough strength to start fucking down into him. rhett opened his eyes and looked at you, seeing the determination on your adorable face. he chuckled, a deep, low sound that only made your walls clench tighter around him. he hissed in pleasure.

“that’s it, girl. keep ridin’ me, just like that—doin’ so good f’ me,” he encouraged you, his hands now finding purchase on your ass and kneading the skin there.

the sheen of sweat on rhett’s torso made it harder for you to hold on, your hands slipping every few seconds. you opted for gripping his hair by the roots, which made him groan loudly, burying his face in your neck.

“fuck, sweetheart. you’re gettin’ good at this. ridin’ me like a champ.” he praised, leaving the sloppiest of kisses on the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

“i-i’m close,” you mumbled between breathy moans.

“gettin’ close? let me help ya finish,” rhett replied, one of his hands moving down between your legs and coaxing your clit in torturously slow circles.

with a high-pitched whine, you keeled forward, your head resting on his shoulder as you kept bouncing on his length. “feels so nice, babe,” you mumbled against his skin.

“yeah, i know it does.” he responded, his fingers moving faster over your sensitive nub. “cum on my cock, sweetheart.”

you whimpered and nodded, “‘m gonna—ah! so, so close, I—”

your orgasm washed over you in waves, your body shivered as you finally let go of that knot building inside your stomach and the scream that was bubbling up in your throat. your body went limp against rhett’s, but you still managed to keep bouncing on him mindlessly, like a dumb bunny in heat.

he chuckled, “such a good cowgirl,” he said before grunting. “fuck, baby, you’re clenchin’ on me so tight, gon’ make me paint your pretty pussy white.”

you nodded eagerly, “yes, please. wanna feel it inside.”

rhett groaned, his voice rumbling with the force of it, “sweetheart—shit, ya can’t talk to me like that. gonna make me—fuck!—knock ya up by accident.”

you were overstimulated, practically buzzing as he kept moving you up and down on him, chasing his high. but it just felt so good to have him inside you, stretching your tight pussy into the shape of his dick.

he let out a trembling breath, “gonna cum. where do ya want it, baby?”

“i-inside,” you babbled.

on any other occasion, rhett would’ve asked you again to make sure you were certain. but tonight, his brain was so fucked out by the sinful heat of your cunt that he didn’t even argue. he came without a moment’s delay, his cum shooting out in thick spurts, stuffing you completely.

your hole clenched around him, a silent act of gratitude for filling you up so nicely. you let out a pathetic whimper against his neck, your hand coming up to weakly scratch his tattooed chest.

rhett just kept rocking into you, gradually slowing down to ride the high of his ecstasy. he eventually stopped but didn’t pull out just yet, wanting to plug his cum into you for as long as he could without you writhing in overstimulation.

he panted, trying to catch his breath. “and that, my dear, is how ya ride a cowboy.”

you pulled back from his chest and met his gaze. his cowboy hat was hanging on your head by a thread and you had the most fucked out look on your face, cheeks all hot and drool coming out the side of your pouty lips. he stared at you in admiration; you were the prettiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“did ya enjoy your first ridin’ lesson?” he teased with an airy chuckle.

you nodded, out of breath but with a proud smile. “did i do well?” you asked meekly.

rhett let out a small snort of laughter, “yeah, ya did. we needa work on your endurance, though, babe.”

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