#laracrofted

[delopsia]

happy birthday, del! 🌷 i hope you had the most wonderful day, and i had to send you some flowers in celebration!

i am sending you a bundle of lavender in a bob floyd vase via dogsled mail, and i'd love for you to write a 300-word drabble for streetlight glow.

and if you're in the mood for making a mood board, i'll pop in a 🎀 for good measure. happy birthday again!

ames @laracrofted

Aaaa thank you! 🌷 The moodboard is at the very bottom 💖

"Them boys ain't with you?" Royal's voice barks across the pasture, barely audible once it meets your ears. 

You shake your head. Then, upon realizing that he probably can't see you, "no!" 

His reply sounds something akin to a half-hearted 'alright,' but you're not entirely certain what it was. Nevertheless, he's walking back toward the house, and you're turning your attention back to the sunset. He's likely off to give Rhett and Bobby another job, but so long as you don't get roped into it, you don't mind all that much.

It's hard to be irritated when you and your little blanket are surrounded by acres upon acres of wildflowers, freshly sprouted in time for spring's emergence. Splotches of yellow, purple, white, and pink all coming together to craft an image right out of a painting. And to think you wouldn't have known this was lurking just over the hill had Cecelia not pointed you to it after dinner. 

Giggles bubble from behind you—two pairs of feet stomping through the flora. They practically fall on top of you before you've even registered their faces: Rhett landing in the grass somewhere off to your right, and Bobby collapsing into your side, leaning his weight against you.

"What are you two doing?" You can't help but laugh as Rhett squirms toward you, chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. 

"We got cut loose," he hums, effectively squishing his face into your chest, unaware of the view he's missing out on. 

Bobby's no better than Rhett is. His arm curls around you, snuggling as close as he can possibly manage. Stage five clingers. Both of them. 

It's barely been an hour since you saw them at dinner, but it might as well have been several years. And you just took a shower, but the dirt clinging to their hands is everywhere. Staining your clothes and any open expanse of skin they can touch. Down your arms and to the tips of your fingers, briefly dipping beneath your shirt. 

"Boys—" 

But its no use. The fractional shift in Rhett's weight is all it takes to knock you backward. Rather than fields of flowers, you're looking at two sweaty faces backdropped by a red and orange sky. 

"You two are horrible," you grumble; it's like being smothered by a pair of puppies. Except these puppies weigh over a hundred fifty pounds each and could use a bath. With Rhett firmly on top of you, like you're some kind of pillow. 

Bobby grins, already finding his place at your side, his head nuzzling onto your chest. "We know it." 

Moodboard:

#bob floyd #robert bob floyd #rhett abbott #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #delopsia's birthday bouquet #laracrofted

[bobfloydsbabe]

professor bob is chairman of the tortured poets department btw 😌 i just know this album will be sooooo him

ames @laracrofted

Listen. LISTEN. Blondie better come through for me with this one, and it better be so Professor Bob coded it makes me cry. She clowned me by thinking she was going to announce Rep TV, but then threw a whole ass new album in my face.

I would argue that @mothdruid’s Poetry Professor Bob is the chairman, but EPB can be vice chair.

#mail #answered #laracrofted #the tortured poets department #ttpd #ts11 #eccentric professor bob #professor bob

[thedroneranger]

The Drone Ranger's Be Kind Rewind ⏪ laracrofted Edition!

A rec reblog series dedicated to the fics that we love so much, we've re-read them!

@laracrofted's Rewind has landed! Amelia has been amped for this, and I was thrilled her name came into my inbox! 🖤

While we continue to churn out amazing new content, let's be kind and rewind to look at some of the OG content we love! And don't forget to reblog when you re-read! Continue to show your comfort fics and favorite creators some love. It helps keep the fresh content coming :)

Let's keep this going throughout the summer, so if you're interested in participating in the Be Kind Rewind, message me. The more, the merrier!

If you want to know when a new Rewind drops, join the tag list, and check out previous Rewinds!

fics below the cut (listed in alphabetical order by title)

and even when we're wrong in every way, we come out on the other side okay, bradley bradshaw, @gretagerwigsmuse i probably don't have anything to say about this series that hasn't already been said, but bradley and smart aleck are the blueprint, and i love the way jordan has continued to expand this universe.

bad habit, jake seresin, @seasonsbloom i'm probably going to be a broken record this entire post of i love this fic, i love it so much, but really, i love bad habit, i love bad habit so much. bad habit is one of the first jake fics i ever read and definitely the first jake series that i ever read, so i will always love her so much.

i will wait right here, bradley bradshaw, @lewmagoo i am such a sucker for a good hurt-comfort fic, and i will wait right here is the ultimate hurt-comfort fic.

i would walk 10,000 miles to you, jake seresin, @roleycoleyreccenter as i said in my original reblog, jake showing up at his love interest’s door drunk is something that can be so personal. i really do love this fic, it's so damn cute.

heat, bradley bradshaw, @clints-lucky-arrow i read this right after i saw top gun: maverick for the first, and i have never been the same since.

landslide, bradley bradshaw, @roosterbruiser i devoured this on AO3 months and months ago in like a midnight haze, unable to put it down, and it's still one of my favorite fics that millie's ever written. It's definitely on the heavier side (and long), but it's so good and so healing.

out of the blue, clear sky, jake seresin, @theharddeck i am such a sana stan so i had a hard time choosing between this and california coast in your green eyes, which i also love a whole lot. out of the blue pulled ahead because soft jake is the absolute softest in this fic. it's like a warm hug – and in the last chapter, a steaming warm hug.

steady, bradley bradshaw, @callsignvalley i re-read this like once a month, i'm so serious. it's just so good, and i love how bradley and cali (i don't know if the reader has a nickname, but cali to me) heal together.

Creator's Own

baby, i'm high octane, jake seresin somehow, i am still writing this fic like... over a year later, but baby, i'm high octane was the first tgm fic that i ever wrote and ever posted. and i am so proud of it, even if i've been working on it for a million years!

delicate, bob floyd probably one of my angstiest (but also softest) fics. i wrote this for @roosterforme's incredible love is in the air challenge in february (a huge shoutout to emily, whose work is featured on many rewind lists), and i still think about it all the time.

Tag list and friends: @petcr3 @desert-fern @Sagittarius-Lovewitch @mygyn @sweetwhispersofchaos @horseshoegirl @the-annoying-fan @dingochef @moon42flight @thecitysgraveyard @ereardon @cherrycola27 @galaxy-of-stories @taytaylala12  @malindacath @violyn20 @awildewit @potato-girl99981 @shanimallina87 @blue-aconite @djs8891 @linkpk88 @furiousladyking @daggerspare-standingby @princess76179 @jstarr86 @hecate-steps-on-me @darkheartcherry @soulmates8 @roosters-girl @dempy @roosterisdaddy36 @hangmanscoming @s-u-t @mavrellover91 @chicomonks @averyhotchner 

A kind reminder, this is a 18+ blog. While not all stories in the recommendation list are 18+, please respect boundaries and do not interact unless you are 18 years of age or older.

#tgm be kind rewind #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #top gun maverick #tgm #top gun #laracrofted #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #robert floyd #hangman

[jupitercomet]

a question spawned from my reread, do you think toots did manage to drag bradley to the barbie movie when it came out?

@laracrofted

yes, and it was weirdly easy

did he have anything to say besides a grunt and a bland "it was good"? no, but a win is a win 😤

#mitd— asks #laracrofted #what's up doc

[swiftsgirlfriend]

≛ ¡𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒; 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒!

≛↝ @roosterforme

ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ʙɪɢ ʀᴏᴏꜱᴛᴇʀ

ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴏᴏꜱᴛᴇʀ?

ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ

@laracrofted ↜≛

ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇꜱ

≛↝ @roosterbruiser

ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ.

@beyondthesefourwalls ↜≛

ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴜɴᴅᴇʀ

divider by @cafekitsune

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster x reader #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #rooster fanfic #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #roosterforme #laracrofted #swiftsgirlfriend

[mxgyver]

…. rhett and/or lewis in a backwards hat… don’t even put the image in my brain

@laracrofted

darling Amelia, I have to spread the good word. that man looks so fucking good in a hat in general & we all know he loves a good ball cap (lookin at you Mack daddy hat 👀). so it's only fair to think he's worn it backwards once or twice in his life

and with the longer Rhett hair??? HELLO??? it would literally be so hot especially with the longer curls peaking out the back 😩 and playing with the curls too??? END ME

#lord save me #i'm a bout to buuuuust #amelia #laracrofted #answered #mutuals 💙

[sweetlittlegingy]

have you ever listened to my kink is karma by chappell roan? because i really do strongly feel it is cherry’s song.

💌 laracrofted

Oh my gosh!! @laracrofted babe!!! it’s such a vibe. That video is a whole vibe, and I loved it! But also, I didn’t like the clowns cause I have a perpetual fear of them. 😂 thats the one issue

It most definitely does sound like a cherry anthem! She would own that song, with Bobby doing the mood lighting!

I love hearing your guys song recommendations, and even ideas you have about any fics!

#callsign cherry 🍒 #laracrofted #gingys asks #gingy answers #ask gingy

[mothdruid]

abby, my love, would you accept mood boards for sour/guts or do you only want fics? i'd love to make some mood boards if you wanted some 🥰

@laracrofted

yes!!! I'd be more than happy to accept mood boards 🥺💜

#moth talk #abby answers #laracrofted #/ames #SOURGUTS

[laracrofted]

supernova

synopsis: in a game of truth or dare, you reveal your dream threesome.

pairings: natasha trace x fem!reader x bob floyd

warnings: 18+ minors dni, ageless blogs that interact will be blocked, explicit smut (f/f/m threesome, oral sex, unprotected sex, blink and miss it choking, sort of dom phoenix, edging, cum eating, orgasm denial, overstimulation) and like, swearing lmao (wc: 3.2K)

notes: a little something something for my fellow bisexuals during pride month 🌈 and yes, i defeated awful writer's block with horniness and so can you 💖

much love to @sushiwriterhere @theharddeck @sometimesanalice and @roosterbruiser for letting me bounce many depraved thoughts off of them and i'm summoning a few people who might be interested: @princessphilly @seresinsweetie @rhettabbotts @lewmagoo @bradshawsbitch @i-wanna-be-your-muse @sebsxphia and also no one look at me

“Anyone would want to sleep with me. I’m the most fuckable person in this room. Ask anyone.”  

"What's Hangman so up in arms about now?" Phoenix asks, sounding unimpressed. She leans against the pool cue, waiting for Fanboy to make his shot, and cracks her knuckles with one hand.

You shrug. "Who knows."

Honestly, you can't even remember who made the comment that got him so worked up, so defensive over his own sex appeal. His general fuckability – which as a side note, you're pretty sure is not a real word.

Maybe Rooster, actually probably Rooster.

Regardless, Hangman has decided to make them all suffer the consequences, going on and on and on.

"Fine," Rooster manages, choking down a laugh, almost always given away in the unmistakable twitching of the overgrown ferret on his upper lip. "Go ahead. Ask anyone then, Hangman. This will be good."

You are minding your own goddamn business in the corner of the common room, sipping a canned red wine that isn't half bad for the price. It is sweet, a little bubbly, pleasant.

You press your lips against the cool edge and are in the middle of a sip when Hangman catches your eye, a sharklike gleam in his green eyes.

Is it worse to make eye contact or break it? Is that bears or sharks who see it as a challenge?

And in truth, Hangman is neither. He's more or less harmless with a sometimes sharp bite.

You lower the can, slow and suspicious, narrowing your eyes at him with a raised brow. “Can I help you, Hangman?”  

Smirking, Hangman drawls, “You owe me a truth from earlier, ain't that right? You ran out on the game before I could get my question out."

You roll out a red carpet of curses in your brain and swallow another mouthful of the sweet red wine.

You'd gotten a call from the Domino's driver to come down and grab the pizzas from the front door before Hangman could ask whatever pointed – and alarmingly observant – question had popped into his scheming brain.

Everyone else has forgotten the game with some pizza in their stomach and a basketball game on the big screen, but clearly, Hangman has a good memory. Bastard. 

"Fine. Hit me with your best shot, Hangman."

Fire away and all that.

His canines are gleaming white. "Who would you most want to have sex with in this room? No, wait, I should give everyone a fair chance of selection. Pick two."

"Together? Or separate?"

His brows raise, and Hangman's smirk deepens. "Well, damn. Someone's a little adventurous." Your eyes are practically slits now, staring him down. "Together. Who would you have a threesome with in this room? And unfortunately, no, I don't have a twin."

“My nightmare,” Phoenix mutters, and Fanboy shakes with silent laughter.

“Hmmm…” 

An answer had popped into your head the second that Hangman asked, but in the name of suspense, you pretend to mull it over and really contemplate.

You look around the room. Halo and Fritz are on the sagging couch with Yale and Harvard in the opposite chairs, watching the game too closely to overhear this cursed conversation.

Bob and Fanboy are strategizing in the corner, but Bob is definitely listening. His shoulders don't look quite natural.

Across the pool table, Payback shows you his wedding band with a faux scolding expression. You grin.

“I guess I'd have to pick... Phoenix and Bob."

Rooster absolutely crows with laughter as Hangman goes into a full control-alt-delete shut down and reboot, blankly staring at you with disbelieving eyes and a slack jaw.

Someone should commemorate this moment. Add it to one of the frames in the Ready Room. 

"Are you malfunctioning?" You drain the rest of the wine and drop the can into the nearest recycling bin. "You know I'm bisexual, right, Hangman?"

"But Phoenix and Bob?" Hangman splutters, as if recovering from an ordeal with a capital O. "I need the reason. Why would you pick them?"

You glance over at Phoenix, who is regarding both of them with a smug smirk. You don't dare look at Bob right now.

You smile, radiant and knowing, with a “Follow up questions aren’t part of the game, Hangman,” and breeze across the room for another can of wine, patting him on the shoulder.

"So..."

Five or so minutes later, Phoenix sidles up to you and sits on the arm of your chair, ignoring the perfectly good and empty chair in the corner. Her boot brushes against your leg.

She leans in, and Phoenix's familiar vanilla and amber scent washes over you.

"Am I allowed to ask a follow question?" A nod, and Phoenix looks kind of self-satisfied. Kind of smug. "Did you mean it? Or were you just kicking the chair out from under Hangman? Because..." She lowers her voice, all smoke and velvet. "I had fun with you before. Just us."

"Both..." You pause. "I kind of wanted to knock him on his ass, but also, I was very much serious."

Her smile widens, and Phoenix leans in more, brushing the shell of your ear in a puff of warm breath. "Meet me in my room in 20 minutes."

Her canine grazes your earlobe for a brief second.

You blink, dazed, and Phoenix is already walking away.

"What about...?"

What about Bob? is the question on the tip of your tongue, but obviously, you can't call that out in this room. He is still here somewhere.

She looks over her shoulder, dark eyes warm with want and promise, and mouths, "20," with a wink.

A little over 20 minutes later, Phoenix has your wrists pinned down on her soft sheets, nudging under your chin with her slender nose in search of the sensitive spot on the side of your neck.

Her bottom lip drags against it.

You bite down on a moan, and in retaliation, Phoenix bites the spot harder.

"I want to hear you," Phoenix murmurs, an order wrapped in a pretty bow. "You sound so pretty, angel."

She kisses you again and sucks your bottom lip between hers, making it impossible to bite down on.

And with intent, Phoenix slides a smooth thigh between your legs, dragging her knee against the red flash of fabric that covers your cunt and grinds down.

"Come on. Let me hear you."

A drawn out moan escapes your mouth, and right then, Bob walks in.

He closes the door behind him, oblivious, and then, spots you both and freezes.

"Phoenix?" Bob manages, sounding uncertain. His eyes are wide and blue behind the wire frames. "You said 30 minutes, right? Should I – I can come back. We can catch up another time."

Despite the words, Bob doesn't move. He looks down, cheeks pink and flushed, but doesn't move.

"Don't worry, Bob." Phoenix releases your arms and climbs over the edge of the mattress with a smile. Walks over to him in an electric blue bra and underwear set that looks downright radiant against her dark hair. 

She looks like a goddess. 

"You want him here, don't you, angel?"

She circles behind him, sliding the plaid button-down shirt from his broad shoulders. It crumples to the carpet without resistance as Bob raises his chin and meets your eyes.

"You told me before," Phoenix prompts. "Tell him."

He is watching you, waiting on your answer with bated breath.

A long breath releases from your mouth. 

You push up on your elbows, then your knees, wanting to see him more clearly.

“Earlier with Hangman… I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted both of you. I want you – both of you – to fuck me."

His Adam’s apple moves as Bob swallows, sudden and hard.

He looks surprised. He shouldn't be.

He's always felt a little out of reach, so damn nice. You didn’t want to freak him out – or worse, offend him with a casual invitation to very casually fuck your brains out and maybe, let you suck his cock before or afterward.

You’re not picky. Whatever works for him.

You were pretty sure Bob was at least a little interested, but now... Bob only stares.

Phoenix gives him a gentle push and strolls over to the record player. She looks casual and languid, flipping through the records, but you're not so fooled. She's giving him a moment alone with you.

"Phoenix and I have... before, but I want you as much as I want her. Do you want me? is the only question, I guess."

He coughs into his elbow, messing with his lenses, which are fogging every so slightly. "I do. You're very pretty and nice, and I've... I mean, I do want you."

A smile dimples your cheek. "Oh, I'm pretty and nice, am I?"

"Shut up," Bob mutters under his breath with a slight smile. His ears are a little red.

You reach out and pull him closer to the mattress, pulling until Bob has to plant a knee on the edge to keep his balance. He watches you with wide eyes and says your name in a rush of breath – like a sharp wind over the ocean – and leans in, gravitating.

He cups your chin, slow and careful, pulling you in for a slow kiss that fizzles in your bloodstream like champagne. He is still giving you ample time to pull back and change your mind.

You deepen the kiss, even as Bob holds back.

You're still not sure Bob believes you.

Music swells from the corner, slow and sultry and sensual, as Phoenix settles behind you. She unlatches your bra and pushes it from your shoulders, running her fingers in soothing circles over the muscles.

She reaches between you and him, moving to cup your breasts, but at the last second, Phoenix skims her hand down the curve of your stomach and down and down, dipping under the waistband of your panties.

Clever fingers glide through your wetness, glancing off your clit in a tease that makes you whimper into Bob's mouth. A satisfied hum vibrates your back.

"So wet already, darling. We haven't done anything other than kiss you. You must really want us," Phoenix murmurs, warm against your ear, licking the sensitive patch of your neck again. "Come here, Bob."

She pulls you back from him with a hand around your throat – squeezing once, hard enough to make you feel light all over – and puts her glistening fingers in his open mouth.

His moan makes you even wetter.

You watch, breathless, as Bob closes his eyes and licks your taste from her fingers. His pupils are blown, eyes almost black, when Bob opens his eyes again.

His groan against your mouth is a rough sound, drawn out and unrepentant. He kisses you like religion, like a prayer.

Phoenix's voice is smug in your ear. "He believes me now."

You've been paired with Bob and Phoenix on enough exercises to know that the Naval aviators are an unstoppable pair in the air, cutting through the skies with grace and precision.

You'd imagined – more than once – that Bob and Phoenix would be an unstoppable pair in the bedroom as well. Sue you, okay? Who wouldn't?

Phoenix had been a force on her own, pinning you down and making your thighs shake over her shoulders; coaxing you to the edge and kicking you over without warning with a razor sharp smile that bordered on mean.

Bob always seemed so quiet. Seemed so unassuming.

But Bob dated, and on the one and only occasion the WSO brought a date back to the shared apartment complex, all of the Daggers had heard about the dying cat sounds that'd been loud enough to bleed through the walls. Hangman had been relentless.

You were seemingly the only one who could put the admittedly horrendous moaning aside and remember the other sounds.

(Oh, oh, Bob, oh, Bob. Fuck me. So good.)

You knew Phoenix was good in bed.

You had a feeling about Bob.

Together?

You were absolutely and without a shadow of a doubt right.

Phoenix is in the backseat for once but never ever on the sidelines. She seems to sense that the WSO might still need more reassurance, might need some control to feel wanted here.

She focuses on you, nibbling your neck and pinching your aching nipples, as Bob rests on the red and orange pillows, watching you swallow his cock, mesmerized.

You pull back, keeping him half in your mouth and circling his base with your hands, and run your tongue along the sensitive underside of him.

He bobs in your mouth, letting out a rough curse.

"Are you sure?" Bob had asked before, stilling the hands that were reaching for his zipper, running a thumb across the veins at the base of your wrist. "We can start with something else. I don't want you to feel pressure."

"Positive. I've wanted to suck your cock for about six months now."

He blinked, looking even more owlish with his glasses on the nightstand. "Six months? You've only been here for like six months."

You cut in, "And I wanted to suck your cock the whole damn time. Any other questions?"

He audibly swallowed, and Phoenix grinned.

You could easily get lost in him – lose minutes, even hours with the weight of him on your tongue and the sound of his broken moans in your ears – but Phoenix is too impatient to let that happen.

She nudges your soaked underwear to the side and pushes one, two, three of her fingers inside of you. You're wet enough that Phoenix doesn't meet any resistance.

"She's so fucking wet for you, Bob. Jesus Christ," Phoenix moans. A wet kiss is pressed into the curve of your shoulder, against the nape of your neck. "Should I make her come?"

God... and Phoenix says it like, What do you think, Bob? Am I clear? Should I take the shot?, in the same voice from the air. Asking him to weigh the pros and cons. Deferring to his decision.

You'll never be able to be paired with them on a drill again and not remember.

You would breathe a sigh of relief when Bob nods, except for... well, obvious reasons. You swallow around him, and Bob leaks against the back of your throat.

You're already aching, and Phoenix is pressing the heel of her palm against your clit. Pleasure is building in the pit of your stomach, and you need, you need, you –

"Or..." Phoenix drawls, easing up on the pressure, all casual and unaffected. She works you open, steady and constant, pinching the thigh that tries to rock you against her hand. "I could edge her for you. Make her wait to come on your cock."

God, Phoenix can be mean in bed. You'd almost forgotten.

You kind of hate her for it right now.

(You really don't.)

You whimper around Bob's cock and clench around Phoenix's fingers at the same time, digging your nails into the pale skin of Bob's muscular thighs, already bruised with a small love bite from earlier.

An abrupt fuck spills from Bob's bitten lips.

He pulls out of your mouth without warning, squeezing a hand around his base and screwing his eyes closed to keep from coming right then and there.

"Jesus Christ, Phoenix."

"So Bob seems to like that idea," Phoenix observes, almost conspiratorially. Her fingers catch your chin. "What about you, pretty girl? You want to come now or on Bob's cock?"

You are a little out of breath but no less certain.

"Do I even have to answer that?"

As a reward, Phoenix slips her tongue in your mouth and starts all over again, ever careful to pull back at the exact right moment when your breaths are short and your gaze is glassy and unfocused.

You are shaking and warm all over when Phoenix is satisfied, running her fingers through the arousal that slicks the inside of your thighs, underwear long discarded on the floor somewhere now.

"Can I..."

You are on your back now, and Bob leans over and sucks your nipples in his mouth. You lose focus, running your fingers over the hard length of him, smearing his pre-cum over the head.

"Can you what?" Phoenix prompts, ghosting a knuckle over your swollen clit. You quiver.

"I want to eat you out. Didn't get to do that last time, remember?"

You seize Bob's shoulder, keeping him pressed against your chest, and Bob makes a pleased sound, content to lavish your breasts with licks and nibbles right now.

You continue, "I want to eat you out while Bob fucks me."

"Well," Phoenix replies, breezily, brushing her hair over her shoulder and bends to suck on your other nipple. "We can probably make that work."

"Fuck," Bob breathes again.

You've never heard him curse so much, not even in actual missions.

A content sigh pushes everything else from your brain.

You lick at Phoenix again, licking a stripe up the center of her cunt, drowning in the warmth and silk, as Bob pushes into you from behind, bare and hard and so goddamn big.

Fuck is right.

"God..." Bob moans against your damp skin, pulling out and easing back in again. His accent comes out in bits and pieces, smoothing the edges from his words. "Feel so good. S'good for me. So good for us, darlin'."

You melt at the praise and nuzzle deeper into Phoenix with a sigh of pleasure, circling her clit with a content hum that makes her breath go all uneven and shuddering.

Satisfaction slides down your spine, warm and consuming.

You could stay here for hours between them. You would.

She's quick to instruct and correct, but once you're in a rhythm with your fingers hooked inside, Phoenix is nothing but moans and sighs and oh god, so good, oh god.

She comes in your mouth with a sharp gasp and rolls out from under you, which leaves Bob with enough room to double his efforts now.

He presses praise against your neck, circling his fingers around your clit with precision and attention; urging you to come for him with gentle pleas and deep thrusts and blissfully, a well-placed palm against your aching cunt.

You shatter around him as Bob spills inside of you.

Oh my god are the only words that are forming in your head right now. You want to say something else.

Holy shit maybe.

We should definitely do that again even.

But Phoenix doesn't give you even a second of peace.

"You're a mess, angel," Phoenix comments, light and almost mocking. She spreads your legs wide and looks you over. "Let me."

You expect Phoenix to wipe you down, but instead, Natasha presses her mouth against your sensitive cunt.

Stars erupt in your vision. Galaxies.

She licks and licks every inch of you, holding down your shaking legs, until you come again, damn near crying from the overstimulation, shuddering.

Wetness dampens the sheets underneath you, and Phoenix licks the cum that drips down your legs, some yours, some Bob's, and kisses you right on the mouth.

You definitely mean to get your clothes and pee and everything after, but Bob is warm against your side. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and passes out with an arm across your chest.

Sleep pulls you under soon after.

Phoenix is the first one to leave the bed and even then, only to put on a quieter record and go right back.

note: is she the filthiest smut piece i've ever written? maybe. she's named after red wine supernova by chappell roan, which is so fun and so queer and worth a listen 💖 leave a comment before i regain an ounce of shame.

#bob floyd fic #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #robert floyd smut #bob floyd smut #phoenix x reader #natasha trace x reader #natasha trace x you #natasha trace smut #natasha trace fic #bob floyd x reader x natasha trace #laracrofted writes #bob fucks #fic: bob floyd #fic: natasha trace

[lorenzonuti]

Tomb Raider.

(1996).

#laracroft #tombraider #videogame #feels #scene #cistern #underwater #alligator #crocodile #adventure #fanart #playstation #wet #lol #femalecharacter #danger #illustration #digitalillustration #digitalpainting #digitalartwork #digitaldrawing #doodle #key #rusty #guns #cat #kitty #feline #nō #remastered

[callsignspark]

what is the nipple piercing fic 👀

ames @laracrofted

first all this is completely @withahappyrefrain’s fault. one day after a shirtless glen moment (when isn’t he naked these days?) we got talking about how he’d look so good with nipple piercings! and that birthed the “Jake was an idiot when he was younger and definitely got his nipples pierced while drunk” thought. could he have gotten rid of them? sure of course. but he likes them.

which devolved into my desire for Jake to be with a gremlin girl. one who cares for him so, so much, but also lives to tease him and give him shit. this is a little friends to lovers moment where Jake has (somehow) managed to never be shirtless around her and suddenly one day at the beach she’s like 🤨 why are your boobs shimmering rn? and everyone is fascinated when he turns bright red. Hangman is a man that doesn’t get easily embarrassed, if ever. but Jake is a softer soul. and more than that, he’s got a big ass crush and sensitive nipples. so later that night when they’re back at his house and his friend, who is fascinated by his piercings, asks to touch them he’s already half hard. to this day, he maintains the first moan he let out when her fingers first brushed him was involuntary. the second (and third and fourth) one was intentional though 😏

tldr: Jake’s friend makes him cum by riding him and playing with his nipple piercings

ask me about my wips!

#she’s mean (consensually) and he LOVES it #thank you 🩷 #ask game #wip game #laracrofted

[delopsia]

for the first day of fall, i’m thinking about rhett x reader x bob’s fall traditions for thoughts. do you have any head canons or ideas?

💌 laracrofted

fdkjhg omg I love this idea 😭💃

Fall Headcanons for Bob x Reader x Rhett

For the most part, the changing of the seasons isn't acknowledged until the day that Rhett exchanges his straw hat for the felt one. Nobody really thinks anything of the changing leaves until the hat changes, too, because that can only mean one thing: it's getting colder outside.

Which, in turn, means that Bob's going to be climbing up into the attic by sundown, hunting for dusty boxes of winter clothing. He and the reader themselves don't need it yet, but with Rhett working outdoors year-round, it's better to have those thicker flannels on hand than stored away.

Rhett's hands are a little colder when he comes home, Bob's seasonal allergies draw up from the woodwork, and the Reader finds themselves pulling thicker blankets out of the closet.

At night, the thermostat starts to lower than it should. Not because they're trying to conserve heat but because Rhett gets cuddly when the temperature drops outside. The Reader and Bob might melt if it's too warm inside; it's cold in the house exclusively to keep someone from breaking a sweat.

There's no particular routine to it, but in early autumn, someone's always convincing the other two to go on a little voyage through nature. Sometimes, that's Rhett orchestrating a horseback ride near the ranch he works on, the Reader is taking them on a spontaneous walk through the woods surrounding the house, or Bob's driving them out to a proper park and wandering down a trail.

Pointing at trees with uniquely colored leaves, watching in awed silence as a fox bounces past, taking both scenic photos and goofy ones — someone always manages to get a leaf or two balanced on Rhett's hat before he notices. Bob sneezes half of the damn walk, but he has a good time.

They venture out to the local corn maze and wander through the annual Autumn Festival, buying things they didn't need and hopping on hay rides that make Rhett motion sick. It always ends in him laying in the back of the truck, head buried in the Reader's lap, napping off the nausea of it.

The fireplace in the living room can never be lit because sometimes mold grows on the firewood, and it sends poor Bobby into a sneezing fit that can last for days, but they do assemble the firepit in the backyard. Bob's always avoiding the smoke like it's his worst enemy, the Reader is bundled up in blankets, and Rhett's burning the hell out of marshmallows.

Sometime in mid-October, Rhett comes home with a gallon of apple cider from the local orchard. It's sold out every time they go out seeking it, but the ranch he works on has some sort of deal where they get free cider for their employees. It never lasts for more than two weeks in the Floytt household 🍂🍎

#rhett abbott #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #hawthorn au #laracrofted #delgato's asks #tw food

[bobfloydsbabe]

how about morning kisses with rhett?

ames @laracrofted

Ames, my love, what I wouldn't do to wake up and share kisses with the sexy cowboy in the morning. The dream, am I right? Here's a 300-word blurb for you. Enjoy ✨

kiss prompts open for: eccentric professor bob, librarian bob, mob boss bob, and rhett abbott

She’s pouring coffee into their mugs when Rhett’s footsteps sound behind her. Smiling, she puts the pot down and turns around to face him, swears he gets more handsome by the day.

Having someone else here in the morning is still a little strange. Before the snowstorm, he always left in the early hours, his side of the bed cold when she woke up. Now he’s here as much as he can, has more or less moved in.

“Good morning, cowboy.”

He smiles, almost looks a little dopey. “Morning, darlin’,” he mutters and leans down, but Lou turns her head, making him catch her cheek instead.

“I have morning breath,” she explains, eyes meeting his, and places her hands on his hard chest.

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Don’t care.”

His arms circle around her waist, pulling her against him as his mouth settles over hers. Kissing him still makes her heart race and toes curl. She hopes that never goes away.

They’re interrupted by Denver, who sits down next to them, looking longingly at the bin Lou stores his food in.

Lou chuckles and presses her nose against Rhett’s t-shirt, feeling the low rumble of his own laughter in his chest. “Someone’s impatient,” he mutters and places a kiss on her hair.

She looks up at him again, rising to her feet, and pecks his lips.

“You have that in common.”

Rhett frowns. “Did you just call me a dog?”

She grins, snaking her arms around his neck. “Am I wrong?”

He shakes his head and leans in for a searing kiss, and just went it’s about to get too hot and too heavy, Denver barks to get their attention.

“Better give the dog his breakfast,” Rhett mumbles against her lips, but he’s smiling through it.

#mail #answered #laracrofted #rhett abbott #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott x oc #outer range fic #outer range #lewis pullman #oc: lou kinney #otp: rhett x lou #fic: linger

[leadjockey]

The Countess of Abbingdon

#character art #character design #artists on tumblr #female characters #artwork #digital illustration #character #digital art #sketch #tomb raider #lara croft #tomb raider remastered #shadow of the tomb raider #laracroft #gaming #fan art #fanart #girls with guns #curvy girls

[jupitercomet]

am i allowed to say firefighter!jake with a santa hat and a deliberately placed red bow and nothing else?

ames @laracrofted

(firefighter!jake would definitely ask you to come sit on santa’s lap around christmas good night)

this should be considered aggravated assault, how dare you 😤😤

(but you're right and you should say it)

#i'm sensing that firefighter!jake and stripper!jake are lowkey the same person #laracrofted #what's up doc

[tholiabentz]

New Tomb Raider tribute 🥰💚 15 days left until TRI-II-III remaster release!

#TombRaider #LaraCroft #art #procreate #digitalart #jungle #monkey #adventure #illustration #digitalpainting #ipad #procreateart