#robyn <3

[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"

[himboslayer]

i’m okay 🥲

[squidinu]

[rhettabbotts]

Back on the babysitter extended universe

Asking (begging) dilf bob not to pull out 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

BABYSITTER EXTENDED UNIVERSE GODDDD dilf bob is not discussed enough!!!!

bob had you laid out on his bed, his hands gripping yours as he thrusted slowly into you. his glasses had dropped down his nose and they were a little fogged up from your breath. he pressed kisses all over your face, shushing you when you would let out little moans and whimpers.

“you feel so good, honey,” bob whispered into your ear, his raspy voice sending a shiver all over your body. he groaned lightly as he felt you clench around him. you had discussed early on that you were both clean and you were on birth control so you wanted to feel all of him. he was always pulling out before cumming though, that was until then.

you were both close to your releases. his skilled fingers were making work of your clit, causing you to buck your hips up and take him deeper. you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him into you when you reached your peak.

“m’close, love,” bob said, gripping one of your thighs to get you to release him. you just started shaking your head, feeling so fucked out.

“in me, please, bobby. don’t want you to pull out. you feel so good,” you whined, nails clawing down his back and looking up at him with a doe eyed look. he let out a small whine himself before his thrusts stopped and he came inside you. both of you moaned at the feeling of him filling you up. he kissed you deeply, brushing your hair out of your face.

“i love you.”

[rhettabbotts]

Anyways

Motel sex tape with dilf!rhett!

something about this makes me insane thanks bestie!!!

you and rhett had been sneaking around for a few months at this point. silent quickies in the kitchen and him pressing his hand over your mouth when you’re in his bed. he brought up the suggestion to go to a motel for a weekend to get out of town and away from wandering eyes. you immediately said yes.

you checked in together and he couldn’t keep his hands off you when you were trying to unlock the door, kissing all over your neck.

“i wanna do something, if you’re comfortable with it,” he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. he reached for you, grabbing onto your hips and pulling you close. “i brought my camera.”

your eyes glazed over and you’re nodding before he even asks the question. he just smirks and presses a kiss against your clothed stomach.

“go get ready for me. i know you brought that new set,” of course he knew because you couldn’t stop telling him about how sexy it was. as you came out of the bathroom, he had the camera held up to his eye, letting out a low whistle.

“look at you, sweetheart. spin for me,” he groaned as you turned for him, throwing him a look over your shoulder before making your way to him. “lay down.”

he recorded his fingers running all over the lace, free hand groping your breast before traveling down the middle of your chest and stomach. he toyed with the edge of your panties and smirked at the way you squirmed.

he moved off the bed to set the camera up on the dresser before hopping onto you. he buried his face between your legs, making you cum on his tongue before he flipped you over on your hands and knees so you were facing the camera.

he slid into you easily, both of you letting out a loud moan at the feeling. his hand slid up your back and into your hair, yanking on it until you were staring into the lens.

“smile for daddy, bambi.”

[rhettabbotts]

And what if I say dilf Rhett beating the shit out of a guy for you? Then what?

GOD YOU KNOW HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD!!!!

cw: mentions of unwanted touching and violence

you were out with your girlfriends, celebrating on of their birthday’s when rhett and some of his buddies walked in. you shared a look and nothing more, only you and him knowing you had plans to go home with him that night. you and your girlfriends danced and drank your little hearts out. a couple of them started dancing with a couple of cowboys that asked. one of them asked you and you politely declined, going outside to get some fresh air, shooting rhett a look on your way out.

the cool autumn air washed over you like a cool blanket, sending a shiver down your spine immediately. you heard the door open and you perked up, hoping it was rhett. unfortunately, it was the guy you had declined to dance with. he was clearly hammered, staggering his way over to you.

“you know it’s not nice to walk away from a dance,” he slurred, coming into your space. you could smell the liquor on his breath, a sick feeling churning in your stomach. his hand moved to grab at your waist and you pushed him away.

“get away from me!” you yelled, causing him to back off a little bit, which angered him more. he was about to make his way towards you again when rhett came storming out of the door. he grabbed the guy by his arm, yanking him back before hooking him in the jaw. you heard a loud crack and you weren’t for sure if it was rhett’s knuckles or the bone.

the guy threw a punch and busted rhett’s lip and you let out a yelp. rhett just laughed, shaking his head before decking the guy in the nose, surely breaking it. the guy was on the ground begging rhett to stop. he bent down and grabbed him by the back of the neck, making him look at you.

“apologize to the pretty lady before i break your hands too,” rhett said, voice full of venom. the guy stuttered out apology after apology. “c’mon,” he reached for you, pulling you into him and towards the truck.

he was silent on the drive home, chest still heaving and his bloody knuckles turning white from his grip on the steering wheel. when you got home, you sat in his lap on the couch, cleaning his wounds up.

“are you okay, sweetheart?” rhett asked, voice full of concern. his fingertips brushed across your cheek.

“i’m not the one that busted my knuckles,” you tried to joke but the look on his face was serious. “i’m okay, baby. thank you for protecting me.”

“you know i’ll do anything to keep you safe.”