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â The ReVe Festival 2022 â Feel My Rhythm
I Feel You
Pairing: The Sentry/Bob/Robert Reynolds/TheVoid x Thunderbolts!Fem!Reader!
Summary: The new medication youâre taking is making your sexual cravings unbearable, and when Sentry returns to the compound from a mission, it tests every inch of composure you have.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Smut and Fluff, The medication is technically sex pollen (but not really, itâs not the central focus of this but itâs whatâs makin the reader a little on edge) Reference to Medication Use, Reader was sick prior to this and the science behind the medication is referenced to and explained.
Smut Warnings: Unprotected P in V Sex (YâallâŠYou know what Iâm gonna say lol), Breeding Kink, Praise/Worshipping Kink, Reader is taking additional measures to not get pregnant (Birth Control Shots), Dirty Talk, Sentry is a tease and a little bit âbrattyâ, Oral Sex (fem! Receiving), Is this a little feral? I would think so.
Authorâs Note: I got an idea from a semi-request/statement from an anon by the name âbook readerâ and a lot of other people. I literally couldnât write this any faster! It was so fun to write, and I meanâŠSentry with a breeding kink is something else, so I had to. Canât resist pleasing the masses. I canât wait for tomorrowâs update though!
Word Count: 6,395
The elevator doors dinged down the hall, and your ears practically perked up from the notification-like sound. You didnât need to check the time, or the monitors that you had on your tablet. You knew exactly who it was that had arrived.
The heavy booted footsteps confirmed it completely for youâone heavier than the other, slow, grounded, and familiar in a way that made your heartbeat spike. The quiet thud of his body weight, the hum of his energy radiating through the hallways, and the buzzing that came from each ceiling light he passed due to the reservoir of power that was still slipping out of him from the mission he had just returned from.
I knew it.
READY OR NOT 2019 | dir. Tyler Gillett, Matt Bettinelli-Olpin
Please You
Summary: Cameron is desperate to please you. Like, really desperate.
Warnings: female reader, Cameron is pathetic, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v, protected sex (wrap before tap). dry humping, Cameron is pathetic. Mix of book and movie canon.
He's so squirmy. For a guy who claims to not be nervous, it's really apparent that he is. From the way he practically jumped out of his seat when you came over to compliment his singing at open mic night, to how his eyes comically widened when you suggested going home together after talking for a few hours.
âYeah, that's fine,â Cameronâs hands are running through his dirty blonde hair, a hundred thoughts clearly racing through his head.
âIf you don't want to-â
âI do! I mean,â he cleared his throat, âThat would be fine. Cool. It's just uh. I've been doing this thing, trying out the vagabond lifestyle, so I uh, live-â
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đ„: I... I love you, Yelena.
đč: ......
đ„: (N-no reaction?! Oh no, maybe she didnât feel that way... I shouldn't have said anything... Why do I always do this, making things worse...)
đč: That's not fair!!
đ„: Huh??
đč: "I love you"?! I was gonna say it first!
đ„: Wait, ah, does that mean...
đč: Okay, now we're even.
đ„: Y-you're really too much...
This... this Bob Reynolds
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âYou got me lifted, shifted, higher than the ceiling. And ooh-wee, itâs the ultimate feeling.â
Warning! 18+ SMUT, p in v, no protection (please be safe), nudity, chest and butt squeezing, fem receiving oral, begging, language Summary: First two paragraphs are sweet, and then goes down hill quickly. Purely smut tbh. Pairing: Bob Reynolds x fem!reader Words: 1,922 Quick Note: Iâm not gonna tell yâall what to readâŠso yeah! Just donât be stupid please.
If Bob is one thing, heâs a class-a yearner. When you make him dinner after a long mission, heâs on his knees thanking you for the best meal of his life. You let him rest against you while watching a movie? Heâs nudging himself into your skin. If you simply look at Bob with the admiration you feel, heâs staring back at you like you gave him the universe.
The team, ever so vigilant, notices the way Bob looks at and acts around you. Who couldnât? Sometimes Yelena will call it the âLost Puppyâ act whenever Bob is in his need for you mode, following wherever you go while not being but a step behind.
Walker and Alexi will throw a tease of two in, more towards Bob; Walkerâs favorite line being, âWell, if it isnât the golden retriever and his black cat,â or the classic, âTake a picture of Y/N, itâll last longer.â
Alexi takes a more direct approach with his Russian bluntness saying, âItâs almost like you two are joined at the hip. Iâm sure nights are fun.â
Bucky and Ava are usually ones not to care, but rather smirk or smile at the two of you and how radiant your need for each other seems.
However, neither of you seem to care. Bob never hits back with an answer and keeps his focus on you, while you simply brush off the team while feeling a tinge of warmth on your cheeks every time. You were not oblivious to the looks Bob gave you: a slight tilt of the head, eyes wide and intent on whatever youâre doing or saying, a small smile reserved for you, and pupils blown wide. Whenever you ask for something, Bob is always the first up and ready to do anything for you. When you need rest, Bob offers himself physically so you get the most comfortable rest, even if he falls numb or is uncomfortable himself. When youâre injured or sick, he never leaves your side until youâre okay to do things on your own. Bob is just always there for you when you need him.
When you both made it official after a shared kiss on the rooftop, Bob made it a point to always treat you not like a princess, but a queen. He would always buy you any food you mentioned right at the moment; he would give you thousands of kisses and whine before you left for a mission; he would always try to lay in between your thighs to be as close to you as possible. He was the Bob you knew times 10 now that he could call you his.
Shared nights alone are the most intimate between the two of you.
Bob pulls you into his room, decorated in a light gray, posters of different movies, a large bookshelf of worn books, and complete with a large bed draped in black sheets. He pushes you against the door and kisses you. Desperation is laced in every touch of the lip and swipe of his tongue. The kisses turn into a deep makeout session. You open your mouth to let him enter as he pushes his body onto yours to feel you closer. His hands roam around your body, firmly grabbing your thighs to cupping your ass. Your arms wrap around his neck and gently pull on his loose curls to earn a low groan from him. Bobâs lips felt soft against yours and his hands pulled upward feeling your hips. He pulls off your shirt gently, breaking the kiss for a breath. You do the same just not so gently as if you needed him near you again. You pull him back to you in desperation and he chuckles at your need but obliges.
He feels your bare breasts and works his mouth down to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot as you let out a breathy moan. Bob feeds you praises: âYouâre so beautifulâ, âHow did I ever deserve you?â, âI could feel only you for forever and never grow tired.â
You soak in every single word. A warm coil builds in your lower stomach as he breathes his words into your ear. You squirm a bit and Bob holds you down.
âWhatâs wrong with my love? Do you need something?â He bites onto your skin earning a gasp from you. âI can tell you what I need if that helps you.â
You nod vigorously, unable to articulate your need to feel Bob. He begins to pull you away from the door and onto his bed ever so slowly.
âWell, pretty, I need to be inside your beautiful body. I need to be connected to you and so far into your skin we become one. I needâŠâ you hit the edge of his bed as he speaks to you and push up to the head board, â...to taste you until you tell me to stop.â
Your face is flushed red. Bob has never been shy about what he wants from you and taking it but tonight, heâs pining for you with blown out pupils, kiss stricken lips, fast panting, and needy hands all over your body. He smirks down at you looking similar to him as he hears your heart racing fast just for him.
Before you can say anything, Bob is kissing you once again with more desperation. His kisses trail down your body ever so slowly while feeling your soft, honey skin against his lips and hands. Bob pauses at your lower stomach and moves down between your legs. He kisses your inner thigh so close to your wet spot seeping through your shorts. He sits up on his knees and grips the elastic of your shorts. Pulling them down ever so slowly, Bob watches as you grow impatient and in need of anything heâll give you. He bends over you, putting an arm on the side of your head, and gives you a quick peck followed by a gentle smile. You return that smile having not noticed his hand slipping under your under garments.
He gently begins to circle your folds, feeling you wet around his fingers. âIs this all for me sweetness?â He slowly enters his fingers while pumping in and out. His fingers feel so good inside of you that you only answer in moans and short nods. Bob hums in your ear, âTell me when you need more and I will give you everything you want.â
He kisses down to your neck, quickening his fingers, rubbing your sensitive clit, slightly grinding on you to chase his own high. The room is filled with groans and moans, and whispers of sweet nothing. You feel the coil tighten until you canât hold it in anymore.
With your back arched, you whine at Bob, âB-BobâŠIâmâŠIâm about to come.â This causes Bob to push into you further and grow faster, earning a thin gasp and moan from your throat.
âCome for me my love. Youâve been doing so good. You deserve it.â His words push you over the edge as you come on his fingers.
He helps you through your orgasm, slowing his fingers and holding you with his free hand. Once youâve calmed down, Bob wastes no time lowering himself between your legs, hooking his arms under your thighs and opening you up to him. He licks, sucks, and kisses the sweet, sticky substance from your throbbing center. You grip onto his hair and pull him closer into you. The overstimulation builds the familiar warmth and tension in your lower stomach again causing you to arch your back and push yourself onto his mouth. Youâre practically riding his tongue inside of you and gain groans from Bob, sending vibrations through you.
After youâre licked dry, Bob begrudgingly lifted from his spot and stood, quickly removing his own pants and boxers. You couldnât help but to stare at his dick presented right in front of you, an angry shade of red from being hidden away. You sit up, scoot closer to him, and take his dick in your hands and slowly pump him. Bob throws his head back from the friction while moaning your name, but he slowly pulls it back from you, leaving you with a confused expression. He quickly bends to kiss your lips, softly this time to reassure you, and pushes you to his pillows once again as he positions himself on top of you with both arms on either side of your head.
âAs much as I absolutely love the feeling of you touching me, I need to be inside of you.â He gives you the biggest puppy dog eyes as he rests his forehead on yours. âPleaseâŠplease let me feel you.â
You donât answer Bob, rather you take him in your hand, sliding his tip up and down between your fold causing your slick to stick over him. Bob folds into you, resting his whole body on top of you from the sensation. âM-mmâŠplease. I-...I need to be inside. Please. Iâm begging you.â
Without a second thought, you gently push Bob into you as his hips naturally buck into you from the motion. You both moan after Bob fills you completely and holds himself there for a minute. âIs it okay if I move now? Please?â You kiss his lips, throw your arms around his neck, spread yourself open for him, and nod enthusiastically.
Bob starts as patiently slow as he can handle, but gradually (more like quickly) begins to rut his hips into yours. Youâre a moaning mess, arching your back and clawing your nails into his back and shoulders. The quiet room is filled to the brim with the sound of skin slapping and moans let out into the darkness. He kisses and nibbles at your shoulder and neck in an attempt to muffle his own sounds, but they sound like music into your ears. You plead at Bob to let go and be rougher and faster. Bob, ever the gentleman, picks up his pace in an effort to chase your need and he succeeds.
Your already dirty moans turn filthy as you praise Bob: âSuch a good boyâ, âYou feel so good inside of meâ, âYouâre so special to me Bob.â Itâs your turn to send Bob over capacity, but he holds himself together.
âSweet-sweetness, I wanna feel you come all over my cock. P-please, let me feel you again. Let me taste you one more time. I-mmâŠI know you can do it. Just for me?â He pleads while ramming into your spot, making you gasp and moan.
The tension in your lower stomach becomes too great for you to bear once again and Bob can tell by the squirm of your shaky legs. Bob slightly lifts his torso up to look down on you flushed red, mouth gaping from silent moans, ever so wide eyes, complete with beautiful bouncing tits from his thrusts into you.
Bob canât hold it another second, âTogether baby?â You nod. Almost in an instant, both of you let go as Bob crashes in and onto you with you similarly releasing onto his dick. Bob doesnât stop thrusting but begins to slow down, helping you and himself ride out your highs. Both of you are panting messes, unable to catch a steady breath of air. He doesnât take himself out of you as he stales and shimmies closer to you, placing delicate pecks on your lips.
âYou are so undeniably perfect. Just for me. Temptation wrapped in sunlight.â
MIDSOMMAR (2019) dir. Ari Aster
The Testament Of Ann Lee (2025) dir. Mona Fastvold
Lewis Pullman as William Lee
Smoke and mirrors
Warning: 18+ PLEASE this is kind of smut. New relationship Bob, Bob is kind of insecure and scared of hurting you, cock(y) Bob Reynolds
Summary: Youâve been dating Bob for a little while now, and youâre ready to take the next step. When you bring a mirror into the equation, it leads to something unexpected
âSo, what do you think?â
You rocked back and forth on your toes, an awkward, giddy smile taking residence on your face. Silence.
The rocking ceases. The crinkle between your brows deepens exponentially, and you start wringing your hands as if itâs the only thing tethering you to the present moment. And it might be, if Bobâs pregnant silence was anything to go off of.
You risked a quick glance at him, and he either had the decency to pretend he didnât notice your staring, or he was really just that deep in thought.
The idea hadnât come to you all at once, rather over a series of circumstances⊠situations, what have you.
When you and Bob first started dating, you were kind of super fucking eager to get him into the sack. Itâs not that you were an awfully horny person, you werenât a pervert, you just really liked Bob. And you wanted to prove to him just how much, in one of the only ways you knew how.
You didnât get the impression that Bob felt the same. He was so hesitant at the start, with almost everything in the realm of you. He didnât ever try to initiate sex with you, and after a while, you started to believe that he didnât want that, or at least with you, and so you kept those feelings to yourself. So you kept it cool, took his lead, didnât kiss a second longer than he wanted to, only accepted physical contact when he readily offered it, never pushed him too hard, if at all.
Until it all came to a head one fateful day.
You were draped languidly over the couch, catching reruns of some old show on the TV since youâd been benched on this particular mission, and Yelena wasnât around to bully you into sparring with her.
You felt the air shift in the room before you saw Bob standing in the doorway hesitantly - Walker joked that Bobâs presence lowered the temperature in any given room by 3 degrees, and you would tell him to shut the fuck up because thatâs not why you felt Bobâs presence in a room. It was something more akin to your bodyâs nerve endings lighting up, something in your body, your spirit, was called to something in his. And so intrinsically, you could feel him at all times. It was like⊠alchemy or something.
But he was watching you intently or maybe not wanting to disturb you. You didnât know, but you beckoned him over to join you anyway. âHi, baby,â you cooed softly, catching the way his ears still burned red when you called him that. Baby.
âHi,â he replied back, meekly sitting a respectable five feet from you. You could have fit an ocean between you, with how far the distance felt. You frowned softly, and failed miserably to cover it up when he noticed, and frowning even more when you watched his face drop miserably.
You got up on all fours mercurially, and purposefully crawled the distance to Bob, slinking back to sit on your knees only when you could feel his body heat rising to meet yours, and your knees bumped clumsily together in the process. âWas Iâ I sitting too far? I didnât want to distract you, sâall,â Bob started.
âI could be sitting in your lap and it would still be too far, silly,â you smiled at him, a sincere, honest to God smile. Bob didnât return the gesture unfortunately, hands fidgeting restlessly in his lap, tugging at his cuffs like there was a stain he could just never get off.
âThenâ uhâ how close is enough?â He asked thoughtfully. You were feeling brazen apparently, would never do this at any other time, but you lifted a hand to Bobâs face, and gently caressed his cheek with your palm, trying not to cave completely when you felt him nuzzle his cheek into the soft flesh of your hand, pleading his eyes to meet yours as you said aloud âUntil youâre inside of meâ.
Bob retreated, clambering inches that felt like miles that felt like oceans of time away from you. The rejection stung like a slap to the fucking face, but you held in tact, not wanting to hurt Bob in any way. âForgetâ forget I said anything, Bob, really, Iâm sorry I said anything,â you said earnestly, even though your eyes were suddenly very interested in your hands and socked feet.
Bobâs eyes glowed with multitudes of emotion. Waves of crestfallen pain, sadness, washed with anger, disappointment. You wanted to know what was going on in his head, but your pride wrestled with you to retreat while you had dignity enough to do so. âPlease, donât apologise,â Bob finally spoke, but his voice was wrecked.
His hands trembled terribly, his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed repeatedly, trying to keep something down or bring it up, you couldnât say.
âI donât want to hurt you, but I feel like I hurt you anyway, and Iâmâ Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry,â he apologised, and it was this wretched thing, really, the way you felt your chest rattle. You swallow it down, will it to stay so.
âI highly doubt your dick is that big, Bob, geez,â you joke. He chuckles wetly in response, wiping an eye with the sleeve of his sweater.
âThat is so not what I meant, and you know it,â Bob tries. You hum thoughtfully in response.
âI do, but, I also trust you. Even if your powers are relatively new, and we donât know to what extent your abilities truly lie, I know that you would never hurt me.â Bob whines and throws his head back against the couch.
âItâs notâ Iâm not going to be any good at it,â he says after a minute, opening one eye to look at you.
âPractice makes perfect,â you smirk slyly, and Bob rolls his eyes, but he pounces on you a second later.
And that was that.
Cut to now, and Bob is glaring at the mirror you installed above your bed like it exists purely to spite him, like this mirror has personally slighted him in some way. âI canâ Iâll just take it down,â you scurry to stand on the bed, but a firm hand wraps around your waist, holding you in place.
âHave I done something wrong?â Bob asks. Your brows wrinkle, your mouth scrunching up slightly. You turn around in Bobâs embrace.
âHoney, what are you talking about?â You tuck a stray hair behind Bobâs ear absentmindedly, waiting for a response.
âI just donât understand what the mirror is for⊠I feel like if you want me to see what Iâm doing whileââ you raise a brow at him, âfucking, then I must be doing something wrong, sâall.â You raise on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to Bobâs lips, smiling softly into the kiss when his lips chase yours even as you pull away.
âMy sweet boy, itâs quite the opposite. I swear I can take it down, I just wanted to show youâ wanted you to see, how good you make me feel, how good I make you feel, how good we look together⊠to prove that you are good⊠at itâŠâ Bob looks at you like youâve lost him.
âDo you remember, when I asked you to fuck me that first time?â Bob laughs a little.
âHow could I forget? Best day of my life,â you roll your eyes at him.
âYou said that you werenât going to be good at it. And itâs been a little while now, and weâve been doing a lot of it, but I can still feel how hesitant you are. I can feel you holding back, going slow, not touching me like you want to cause youâre scared of messing it up. So I wanted to show you, physically, that itâs literally impossible for you to, because you fuck my literal brains out, and I love it. I love it so much. And now you can watch me fall apart, and you, at the same time,â you smile with resolve, like this is a genius idea, like they should hand you a Nobel prize for coming up with it in the first place.
âIf you wanted to have more doggy, you couldâve just said so,â Bob said, ending the silence that had been clawing down your neck. You guffawed, slapping his chest lightly.
âYouâre so gross,â you groan, resting your forehead against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling it reverberate through your body. You go still, spine verging on rimrod straight when you feel Bob tracing a line down your back with his finger. The sensation sends shivers to all your pleasure receptors, but you still donât allow yourself to move, lest he come back to reality and stop.
Bob starts to run out of back to trace, and you hold a tight breath as his finger lifts, and returns with the whole gang as his hand cups an ass cheek firmly. You gasp, to Bobâs delight. âMy sweet girlâs so desperate for me, isnât she?â He asks mockingly, kneading the soft flesh of your ass and lifting so your hole puckers and clenches as it's exposed to the cold air.
You whimper softly, clutching desperately to the soft material covering Bobâs chest. âWant this off,â you murmur, lifting the shirt ever so slightly from his torso to just above his hip, sighing at the sight of his defined lower abdomen, the thick lines of muscle etched into his stomach like granite, the dark patch of hair leading from his belly button to⊠well⊠you know where.
Bob chuckles, slides his shirt back down. âYou never answered me, baby,â this time, your ears burn red at the term of endearment.
âYou already know,â you whine, elongating the vowels in your sentence. Bob runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and you try not to drool at the track of wetness it leaves in its wake.
âSounds like we didnât even need the mirror, honey, with the way youâve been whining and whimpering all over me and I havenât even done anything yet. But donât you worry, weâll make good use of this yet. Get on the bed,â Bob kisses beneath your ear and then releases you from his embrace, turning you around on the spot and swatting you lightly on the ass.
Anastasia Yarygina
(Guided by Chef Courtney McBroom) Brie Larson & Lewis Pullman make the lasagna from Lessons in Chemistry.
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On Thunderbolts, I think I had like a month and I had to be...look like potentially I had harnessed the power that's greater than anybody's power and I was like, "Ah, what can I do here? I don't how much can be done." [x]
thinking abt mean!abbot⊠like the guy is nice (sure) but heâs also kind of a fuckboy?? & you're his problematic midlife crisis.
[18+ // MDNI // age gap, somno, mention of oral (m receiving), piv]
fb!abbot who flirts with everyone but you, saving for your ears the worst of his dry humor. at first youâre a bit lost but you quickly learn to talk back. soon, the both of you make everyone sick with your endless banters. someone ends up losing it and telling you you should fuck already. you roll your eyes and loudly declare that youâre not into old meat. abbot pretends to be outraged by your mean spirit. next day he tosses some beef jerky on your desk. âyou should try old meat kiddo.â his number is on the plastic wrapper.
fb!abbot who tried to be in some serious relationships with women his age after his wife passed way but whoâs getting waaay too attached to his freedom. so why not fuck the new resident (you). sure youâre young, sure the agegap/power dynamic is an HR nightmare but who cares, nobody has to know about your secret situationship.