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💨 LEVOIT Tower Fan for Bedroom Review (36-Inch) — Is It Worth It?

When summer heat rolls in like that clingy guest who overstays their welcome, all you want is something — anything — that actually cools you down… without sounding like a jet engine parked in your bedroom.

That’s where the LEVOIT Velocity Bladeless Oscillating Tower Fan (36-Inch) steps in. I’ve been using this sleek little lifesaver for a few weeks now, and after plenty of real-world use (and maybe a few naps in front of it), here’s my honest take on whether it’s worth adding to your space.

🔍 First Impressions — Sleek, Safe, and Surprisingly Strong

Let’s start with the design — because yeah, looks do matter when it’s sitting in your room 24/7.

This 36-inch LEVOIT fan has that minimalist, high-end vibe going for it. The white, bladeless tower blends right in with most modern decor and doesn’t eat up your entire floor like some clunky box fan. It’s like the iPhone of fans — clean, smart-looking, and low-key elegant.

Bonus? The bladeless design makes it way safer for kids and pets. No spinning blades means no “don’t touch that!” moments.

And assembly? Total breeze (pun intended). Took me under 10 minutes — snap the base together, plug it in, done.

About this item

𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙨: Our innovative airflow design combines a curved air inlet and unique multi-blade design, creating a soft, soothing breeze akin to natural winds

𝙀𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙒𝙞𝙙𝙚 ��𝙞𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬: Achieve curtain-like coverage with 25ft/s wind speed, 1062 CFM airflow, and 90° oscillation. Ideal for large spaces

𝘿𝙮𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙧: This fan adjusts airflow based on room temperature using smart sensors, ensuring optimal comfort levels without overheating or freezing

𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧-𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙩 28𝙙𝘽 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 12-𝙃𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧: Sleep, work, or binge-watch your favorite shows peacefully while setting a timer, providing uninterrupted serenity

𝙏𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩: With 4 modes (Normal/Turbo/Advanced Sleep/Auto) and 5 speed settings, this fan delivers a refreshing breeze to keep you cool and comfortable

𝙀𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 & 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚: Clear top panel and remote ensure easy control from any location, while the detachable back cover and blades facilitate thorough cleaning

𝙎𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙥 𝙏𝙞𝙥: Align the tower fan body before tightening the base nut to avoid crooked installation

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Product information

Features & Specs

Power Source Corded Electric

Room Type Bedroom

Special Features Remote Controlled, Timer, LED Light, Oscillating

Recommended Uses For Product Refresh Air

Mounting Type Floor Mount

Controller Type Touchpad Control, Remote Control

Number of Speeds 5

Noise Level 28 dB

Wattage 39 watts

Number of Blades 210

Air Flow Capacity 1044 Cubic Feet Per Minute

Speed 25 Feet Per Second

Voltage 120.0

Switch Type Push Button

Indoor Outdoor Usage Indoor

Control Method Remote

Light Type LED

Standby Power Shutoff High Efficiency

Is Product Cordless No

Is Electric Yes

Number of Power Levels 5

Main Power Connector Type Standard wall outlet connector (NEMA 5–15 or equivalent)

Style

Color White

Electric Fan Design Floor Fan

Style Classic 36"

Finish Type Painted

Theme Tower Fan

Collection Name Classic Series

Measurements

Item Dimensions D x W x H 6.5"D x 6.5"W x 36.2"H

Blade Length 36 Inches

Item Weight 8.5 Pounds

Item details

Brand Name LEVOIT

Included Components Remote

Model Name Classic 36-inch white

Model Number LTF-F361-WUS White

Manufacturer LEVOIT

UPC 810123670147

Customer Reviews 4.6 4.6 out of 5 stars (9,237) 4.6 out of 5 stars

Best Sellers Rank

#69 in Home & Kitchen (See Top 100 in Home & Kitchen)

#2 in Household Tower Fans

ASIN B0BVZFQ4DF

Item Type Name Tower Fan

Item Height 36.2 inches

Materials & Care

Material Plastic

Blade Material Plastic

User guide

Specification Met CA65, TPCH, ETL, FCC SDoC

Warranty & Support

Manufacturer’s warranty can be requested from customer service. Click here to make a request to customer service.

💬 Real-World Verdict: Should You Buy It?

If you’re after something that’s quiet, stylish, and actually cools the room — without costing a small fortune — then yes, this fan is 100% worth it.

It’s not packed with smart home features or app control, but it nails the things that actually matter. It’s quiet. It’s efficient. It’s easy to use. And it looks good doing it.

Want the bells and whistles? Go for the 42″ smart version. But if you just need reliable cooling in your bedroom or home office, this 36″ model is honestly a steal.

⭐ Final Thoughts: A Cool Breeze in a Hot Market

I’ve reviewed and tested more fans than I’d like to admit, and this one? It’s one of the few that feels like a no-regrets purchase.

It doesn’t try to be a spaceship with a thousand buttons. It’s just a really solid, good-looking fan that keeps you comfortable. And honestly? In the middle of a summer heatwave, that’s all I really need.

So yeah — if your AC is struggling or your old fan sounds like a dying lawnmower, this LEVOIT fan might just be your new best friend.

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Can You Really Get 360° Comfort with Dreo Tower Fan? Let’s Find Out

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【Customizable Cooling Options】Featuring three adjustable speeds for the tower fan and three modes (normal, natural, sleep) to meet your specific cooling needs.

【Wide 70-Degree Oscillation】Enjoy a wide cooling range with the 70-degree oscillation feature that ensures the fan's cool air is evenly distributed throughout the room.

【Whisper-Quiet Operation】Enjoy a peaceful environment with our ultra-quiet table fan, perfect for home or office use without disturbance.

$33.99

[clemmmmmmmmmmmmmm]

“Freak like me…,”

Batboys x reader headcannons

sorry yall😔i keep disappearing,i have like major writing block and my husband and i are going to renew our vows.We got married at 16(I DONT RECOMMEND) and we have been dating since we were 12, i turn 20 this year😭😭😭

ANYWAYS LEAVE REQUESTS💛

BRUCE WAYNE

🏛 Favorite Place:

-His master bedroom — but specifically the bed with fresh sheets and dim lighting. He’s private and a control freak, and intimacy is something he treasures deeply.

-However… he’s absolutely taken you in the Batcave. Against the Batmobile. Once. Maybe twice. But he’ll never admit it.

⏱ Quickies?

-Not his favorite. Bruce prefers drawn-out, sensual, controlled sessions.

-That said, if it’s been a rough mission or he’s overwhelmed, he will pull you into a dark hallway, growl in your ear, and lose his mind for 5 minutes.

-“This isn’t enough—but I need you right now.”

⸻

Dick Grayson

Favorite Place:

- Rooftops. Balconies. Anywhere high up with a view of the city lights. There’s something about the rush, the stars, and you.

-Also? Showers. He loves the intimacy of washing each other, and then not staying clean for long.

⏱ Quickies?

-100% yes. He loves them. Elevators, bathrooms, pulled-into-a-closet vibes.

-He’ll whisper something filthy in your ear during a gala and have you against the wall five minutes later.

- Very into spontaneous affection. “Hey, you looked too good. I had to.”

⸻

Jason Todd

Favorite Place:

-His apartment — couch, kitchen counter, bed, wall. But more than anything, his safe space is wherever you feel safe.

-Has a real soft spot for post-mission sex in the shower or while still half-dressed. There’s something healing about it.

⏱ Quickies?

-Loves them when they’re emotionally charged. Not a fan of purely mechanical quickies — he wants a reason.

-Angry? Stressed? Jealous? Then yes, he’ll have you bent over in a parking garage before you can say “Red Hood.”

-He’s rougher during those moments, but always with aftercare. “That was fast. But you still okay, baby?”

⸻

Tim Drake

Favorite Place:

-His office chair. That boy works too damn much, and nothing clears his head like you straddling him mid-research.

-Bonus: the Wayne Tower penthouse library. Something about the shelves, the silence, and you on the table just does it for him.

⏱ Quickies?

-He likes the idea of quickies more than he actually enjoys them. They usually stress him out unless he’s really in the moment.

-f it’s an early-morning before-you-leave-for-work kind of thing? He’s all in.

-But mostly he’s a slow burn kind of guy. Think intense eye contact, slow hands, whispered “God, you’re beautiful.”

⸻

Damian Wayne

Favorite Place:

-His room, with the doors locked and the drapes drawn. Damian is private, intense, and not one for public displays.

⏱ Quickies?

-Not a fan. He hates the rushed feeling — he wants full focus, precision, and control.

-But if you challenge him, tease him, or catch him off-guard? He might grit his teeth, grab your wrist, and make it happen fast, rough, and possessive.

-Afterward, though? “Next time, we do this properly. You deserve more than just that.”

[suguann]

Being a camgirl comes with its fair share of ups and downs, but you never expected one of the downs to be one of your unboxings from a fan going horribly wrong during a live stream—the proof of it still buzzing between your thighs beyond your finger's reach. 

A rush of embarrassment comes with knocking on your roommate’s bedroom door and asking him for help because you’re nearing the brink of overstimulation and can’t think straight enough to get the words out. It’s worse when he stands there and says nothing—all imposing with two tattooed arms crossed over his chest—while you try to get through a sentence without moaning. 

Simon looks at you with a cocked brow and something akin to amusement as he watches you squirm in his doorway. 

Then he finally says, “Get on the bed,” in a steady and low voice, opening his bedroom door wider.

You fidget under his scrutinizing gaze as you settle back against his pillows, biting back whimpers with a too-hot face and sweat dripping down your back. 

Him settling a knee on the bed makes you jump, “Let’s take a look, love.” 

Simon crawls up the bed, forcing your knees open, and you’re suddenly very aware of how broad and big he looks, towering over you—every part of you laid bare for him to see. A large hand presses right below your belly button, jostling the toy inside you, and this time, you can’t hold back the squeal that rips from your chest. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs, voice imperceptibly deeper, his lips twitching like he’s trying to hold back a smile. “Okay, you’re going to feel a slight stretch.”

You bite your lip. “A-alright—”

Slight doesn’t even come close to the fingers sliding into you, spearing your sensitive walls open and pressing into a spot where you’ve never been able to reach with startling precision. You remind yourself that he has to do this, that he’s just being…friendly, or whatever makes the lines less blurred. 

None of this stops the fact your lower stomach burns with the promise of another orgasm when his fingers brush against the egg vibrator before accidentally pressing it deeper inside.

“Ah, there it is.”

At the sight of your scrunched nose, he asks if it hurts. You shake your head; eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to hold back the stinging pleasure racing up your spine. “N-no,” you whimper.

“Relax, okay?”

Simon doesn’t comment on how you’re implying that it feels good. So good, you think, his thumb just barely touching your clit as he twists his hand to try a different angle. Then he pushes down on your belly again, and his long fingers finally grip the vibrator.

“Oh!” you moan at the feel of it dragging down your front wall, your fingers gripping the sheets. 

He has to tell you to relax again, his voice cracking, but you hardly hear it over your heart beating loudly in your ears. His fingers drag the toy out slowly, almost too slow that you can feel it bumping against every slippery ridge inside you.

“Ah, sorry,” he says when you twitch—unapologetic—using his thumb to rub soothing circles into your stomach. “You’re so wet. I need to make sure I don’t lose it again.”

You nod, cunt clenching down at his words.

And then Simon’s fingers curl up: your thighs start quivering, breath caught in your throat, and your jaw locks up until your orgasm ripples through you. It’s unending, the strongest one yet, and just when you think it’s over, you feel the press of his palm against your clit.

“W-wait! Simon,” you moan, pushing at his hand. “No more, I‘m sensitive!”

He gets you to fall over the edge one more time before finally slipping the vibrator out of you, letting it hum softly on the bed, and your exhausted body sinks into the mattress once again. Simon gathers you into his lap, rocking you back and forth.

You swallow lungfuls of air against his chest, head still spinning and walls spasming from the aftershocks. 

He murmurs in your ear about how good you are, kisses your temple, and rubs your sides, and it’s… enlightening. Moments pass before you finally return to yourself, and when he pulls back, his brows furrow at your pout.

“All good?”

You shake your head and go with honesty. “I didn’t think you’d cuddle me afterward.”

He smiles, thumb flicking your bottom lip. “You wanted me to fuck you?” 

Your mouth falls open. “N-no—”

Then he leans down, lips brushing against your ear: “Don’t worry, love. Good girls get fucked hard.”

[emslittlelibrary]

⭑ sylus is your biggest fan. ⭑

⭑ your blind date with sylus is going well. it turns out even better when he admits to you that he’s a fan of your livestreams. ౨ৎ

💌 ⁀➴ content warnings: 18+! lowercase intended. non-evol au. blind date sylus. glasses + mullet sylus. nervous & awkward sylus. babbling sylus. video game streamer reader. pet names (kitten, sweetie, gorgeous). mutual masturbation. dirty talk. spitting. praise. oral sex (reader + sylus receiving).

💌 ⁀➴ wc: 4.8k (i got way too excited. i’m only human 🧍🏽‍♀️ you’ll see, y’all). song mention: fantasy. bazzi.

⭑ a note from 乇m! ⭑ so idk what came over me w this one but be prepared because once i started just couldn’t stop. the feral energy is on 10(thousand). also expect more submissive nervous glasses + mullet sylus in the near future. i can’t resist this man EVER.

💌 ⁀➴ thank you for reading! ౨ৎ

so far, sylus was your best blind date yet.

definitely your most attractive date—that, you knew for sure. and immediately. it took only that first glimpse of him, at his long, silken sweeps of angel silver hair, the dark, treasure red shade of his eyes, those gold-framed glasses, the grind of his jaw as he chewed at a wad of red gum, his broad chest, his taut, crossed arms, his towering height—every last one of his features proved more convincing and heart-rattling than the last.

the tension was immediate, too. the type that drizzled in your chest, oozing in careful, trickling rivulets that were too sticky to sponge away, from the moment you heard the resonance of his honeyed voice and caught the faint scent of cinnamon on his tounge as he pulled you in for the initial hug. you had to question whether you were still on the same planet as this man.

it was a simple picnic in the park. you shared soft sandwiches and fruit and chocolate and sweet teas, lounging together on a quilt, daisy-blossom blanket. he was a little shy, perhaps nervous. he did say this was the first blind date he’s ever agreed to. you found it endearing that this marble sculpture of a man had an awkward side, particularly around you.

if you talked for long enough, he would get distracted by one of your features, sometimes the petaled brush of your lashes or the white satin ribbon at the heart of your pink checkered sundress. hm? he would say, before clearing his throat and stuttering on his next breath when he asked you to repeat yourself. he had a pattern of looking down at the nearby flowerbed or savoring a bite of a strawberry whenever you giggled at something he said. he also had a much more dangerous pattern of tilting his brow, always in tandem with his quiet, dark-red smirk, within stints of patient silence, most often spent exchanging lingering, longing glances.

you refused to end the date casually. at the very least, you had to kiss this man. which is why, you invited him over to your place, making up some excuse about wanting him to try the sea salt caramel ice cream sandwiches you had stored away in your freezer, so he could try them for the first time—when, in all honesty, you wanted him to try you instead.

you really thought you were being strategic about it, too. sure, the two of you could’ve stayed in the kitchen like you were supposed to—but you wanted to change first, since your dress sinched pretty tight on your waist, and you preferred to wear something cozier while you were at home.

you invited him to your bedroom, under the guise that your bed was more comfortable than the living room couch, and maybe he could help you choose which tank top to wear while he waited. the cheetah-print one with baby pink straps and accents? or the cherry-print one with the word lover girl bedazzled in silver rhinestones across the chest? he picked the cherries, which didn’t surprise you.

you returned from the bathroom, in your cherry-scented baby tee, gray sweats, and an extra layer of candy pie lip gloss glittering your lips—but sylus was standing by the doorway, cracking his knuckles with this evasive look in his eyes. he looked more nervous than ever.

“everything okay?” you asked.

he didn’t answer. “i should tell you something."

you shrugged with a pleasant smile, warm and inviting. he snuck the words in behind an efforted sigh.

“i know you. from—” he hoarsed out another hard breath, “from your streams. i-i—i watch your streams."

your smile wouldn’t budge, and in fact could’ve flowered out of control had you not nipped it with your teeth. you glanced briefly at your desk in the far corner of the room, fitted with your warm body of a pc, neon starlight lighting, and a plush, strawberry pink gaming chair. it was completely cluttered—you forgot to organize everything after your last live—with powder puff headphones, your prismatic keyboard, cloudy daydream controllers from a recent sponsor, and trinkets of cats, desserts, bubbles, and stuffed video game plushies. there was no way of hiding it, but luckily, you never cared to.

“oh,” you said simply, "that’s fun. so you saw the setup and realized, or did it get too real all of a sudden?"

“no, you don’t understand, i—i really like your streams. i watch them, a-a lot. and i should’ve told you sooner but i just—you look unreal in person, and . . . but i couldn’t let things go too far without you knowing."

a feverish thrill warmed your heart for a moment—at the thought of this man, someone like sylus, watching your livestreams. laughing alongside you, eating dinner or washing the dishes or folding laundry with your voice echoing in the background, maybe even sending out a message in chat, hoping you would read it aloud and respond. was he subbed? has he gifted bits or used one of your emotes—this was going too far. if you let your thoughts spiral any longer, you may ask for his username.

“thanks for telling me, but i really couldn’t care less. i’m actually flattered. it’s really nice when someone enjoys what i do, you know?"

he blinked. then said, “you really don’t care?"

you shook your head softly. “i mean, as long as it’s not weird for you. it’s not like you’re a stalker since you were set up on this date with me. and you’re not one of those pervs who, i don’t know, jerks off to my voice or something. so it’s nothing."

his stare faltered, dark red eyes flickering to the side before returning to yours. his mouth shifted ever so slightly, on the brink of betraying whatever intrusive thought just came to mind.

“wait—woah, what was that look?"

“what?"

you could tell he was feigning innocence. “you know what i’m talking about. i saw that. what is it?"

“nothing,” he insisted meekly, “nothing, nothing."

“you don’t really jerk off to my voice, do you? now that i wanna know."

“no! no, seriously, i don’t do that, i just—"

he clamped his teeth down on his red gum again, squeezing out the flavor like a stress ball. you leaned back against the doorframe with crossed arms and a daring grin, nudging your tongue into your inner cheek. to this, he had to surrender.

“i’ve . . . i’ve thought about it—a-about you—"

you lurched forward. “about me?"

“never while you were streaming, but—but sometimes right after, o-or—"

your heart threatened to flip inside-out with a heavy, aching thump. there was no way. forget chuckling at your jokes or watching you instead of the tv or resubbing to your channel—your blind date, sylus, liked your livestreams so much that he got off on it afterwards.

“wait, really?"

he shook his head with a light scoff. “i know. it’s weird, and if you want me to leave, then—"

“no, i actually . . . i think it’s hot."

his stare tensed, sharpened by slanted brows and the slight narrow of his eyes. you reached for his wrist, then led him to the foot of your bed, gesturing for him to sit. he settled into the edge of your mattress with stiff, even shoulders, meanwhile you curled up in your desk chair, seated across from him. you hugged your legs to your chest with this slow, honey-sweet smile on your lips and a mischevious glint in your eye. sylus had your full attention now. and you, in return, had every last drop of his.

“so you really think about me, when you . . ."

he chuckled, cold and a bit dry. “how many times would you like me to say it? hm? why would i willingly admit this to you if it wasn’t true?"

you stretched your bottom lip a bit. “you haven’t said it exactly."

“so that’s it? you need to hear it? you need me to tell you outright that after i watch your streams, i have to stroke my dick in the shower until i cum for you? does that make it clearer?"

a thin glaze of lust syruped your daydream eyes. his cheeks flushed on cue, and the very tips of his ears burned blush red. he cleared his throat again, that nervous tic of his, and pinched his glasses further up his nose as he shifted in his jeans. your gaze followed the motion of his hand, targeting the tight, firm bulge prodding his dark pants. it looked thick and heavy. your mouth practically watered at the sight of it.

“you can’t look at me like that,” he breathed out, “fuck, i’ve never seen this—this primal look in your eyes, i . . . i-i think i should go."

“what if i wanna see? do you still think you should go?"

his lips parted silently, as his eyes lingered on the twirl of a strand of hair around your finger and the clench of your thighs closer together. he said nothing, for a short while.

you whispered, “you can say yes, sylus. you can leave."

“why would i do that?” he whispered back.

you propped your chin on your knee with a coquettish grin. “then can i see what you look like? please, sylus?"

“oh god,” he gritted out, as he palmed the crotch of his jeans.

“do you need help?"

he cleared the dryness in his throat, nearly coughing into his fist, and responded with a timid shake of his head. the pace of his breaths unsteadied as he worked at his belt. you swallowed hard when he tossed it aside on your marshmallow pink bedspread, heavy leather contrasting with your innocent, cloudlike comforter.

“the fuck is this?” he sighed to himself, hooking his zipper, “the fuck am i doing?"

“you can sit back. get comfortable,” you directed him.

he was so obedient to you that giving him instructions felt like waving a magic wand. this huge, divined-by-heaven masterpiece of a man was sitting back in your bed, prepared to reenact how he jerked off to the thought of you. you squeezed your thighs tighter, seeking friction to extinguish the fever between your legs.

then, a flutter fanned your pulsing heat when he finally pushed his pants down. a sticky wet spot stained the center of his boxers, directly above where his hard hill of a boner poked against the fabric. he rutted a thumb over it, and your hips nearly bucked at the same time.

with a heaving breath, he pulled at the waistband of his boxers until his cock breached in its full form, bowing forward with a delicious curve in the dim bedroom lightning. the length of him could easily upset your gag reflex, and his tip was so red and thick that you immediately envisioned how heavy it would feel on your tongue. dear god—your hearbeats started shredding through you. this had to be the most carnal response your body has had to the sight of a dick in years—maybe ever.

“wow,” you panted out. you couldn’t help yourself.

he chuckled, another one of those short, dry ones, murmuring quietly. “did you mean to say that? i—th-there’s just no way you saw my dick for the first time and said wow."

you drummed your bottom lip with your fingers, fidgeting—antsy. another tough swallow. then, “you’re—i-it’s pretty. and really hard."

his chest caved in with a harsh grunt when he gripped the head of it tighter, continuing to tease his rosy tip with sloppy swirls of his thumb. he clenched his eyes shut, which indented deep furrows between his heavy brows. his beauty was as soft and cursed as that of a fallen angel. you were fully convinced he may glow like a white, waning star when he came. you had to see it—needed to at this point.

a stuttered scoff tripped over his bottom lip. “’s always this hard. when it comes to you."

he held his breath when he committed to the first full stroke, then released a hasty sigh all at once as he slowed into a slow and steady rhythm. you were hypnotized by him already.

“need to spit on it?” you mumbled.

he nodded, at the same pace as his hand. he released to spit into his large palm, cupping around his mouth and letting it drip softly.

you spoke again as soon as he grasped the tip again. “can you do it again?"

he didn’t hesitate, allowing the spit to settle on his tongue for a second before spitting with a much louder, nastier splat for his hand. he stroked a bit faster that time, clenching tighter at the head, siphoning the room in slippery slicks and squelches. you shifted in your seat with the gracious part of your lips, tucking your foot under the gap in your bent leg.

“you liked that?” he gritted out.

“yeah—yeah, a lot,” you said through a dazed whisper.

a low growl slipped past his lips as his hand slowed for a sticky moment, only to quicken all over again.

“this is a fucking dream,” he murmured, “i can’t believe you want me to do this for you."

the motion of his thrusts distracted you for the following second. you were fixated on him—the stretch of his large, tense fingers, the weight of his crucifying length corded in thick veins, the dribble of pre-cum glistening from his tip like wet stardust. and still, for another lingering second, you couldn’t stop staring at his parted, spiced red lips, heart-shaped, pouty, and full. by the end of this, you would have to share the taste of hot cinnamon on his tongue.

“so this is what you do after my streams? when you think of me?” you asked.

“yeah,” he sighed, “i’m—but i’m nervous right now so usually i’m . . . louder."

you fought back your next intrusive thought by chewing at your bottom lip. you would have to get to that later. for now, you had to ask.

“what do you think about?"

he stifled his shallow groan with another chuckle. “take a guess."

“i want to know, c’mon. we’ve made it this far, haven’t we?"

you swiveled in your chair until you faced your desk, landing your gaze on your pink kitten-ear headphones. you fit them on immediately, then swiveled back.

“do i have these on?” you teased, in a toothache-sweet tone.

he sealed his eyes shut as soon as he caught a glimpse of you, sitting pretty and soft as a bow settling back into your padded pink chair. he expected you to look prettier in person, but not perfect.

“fuck,” he panted out right away, then again, higher-pitched and softer, “fuck. the fuck are you doing to me? you—you know what you’re doing."

“that's a yes?” you teased again.

“yes, yes, yes—god, what is it with you? really need me to say what you already know? of course i picture you in those cute little headphones. in that chair, too. wearing one of those sexy tank tops you’re wearing now. or your favorite hoodie—w-with your hair back and those—those kitten knee socks."

he dipped his head back further against the headboard as he fucked his fist faster, never missing a beat, rubbing in the glossy-coat gleaming the fat shape of his cock. you stared, shamelessly, at the chisel of abs peeking beneath his ridden-up t-shirt, the flex of his jaw as he gritted his teeth, the lustful shade of dark red in his eyes whenever his eyelids fluttered apart to look at you—he was pure architecture.

“you keep—" he braved another groan, paired with a deep shudder of his hips, “you keep biting your lip like that. i-it’s driving me fucking crazy. my cock twitches every time you do that on stream. when you’re focusing on a level or reading messages to yourself. it’s so cute. so fucking sexy."

“thank you,” you whispered, “you like seeing it live and in person? you like knowing that i’m biting my lip for you?"

his next moan was the softest and whiniest yet—it was so sinful and pathetic that you nearly let out your own satisfied sigh.

“picture you doing that while i fuck you in that chair. l-looking back at me and biting your lip just like that. i would cum on the spot."

his confession winded you. you didn’t realize how breathless it left you until you spoke again.

“might have to touch myself too if you keep talking like that."

the momentum of his strokes hiccuped at the base, then stalled on his way up to the tip again. he glanced down at your sweats with a dangerous flicker of his eyes.

“do you want to?” he asked, dark and slow.

you hesitated, though you needed little time to fully consider it. your heart knew first and foremost, and thumped faster, desperately, the longer you thought about it.

you gestured to your pants. “is it okay if i take these off?”

"you’re serious?” he snickered.

you responded by sliding your waistband over your hips, revealing your baby doll yellow lace panties. his breath hitched, at the same time that you released an airy, meek sigh when your sweats crumpled to the floor. then, he had to stop touching himself entirely when you parted your legs for him, revealing the wet patch soaking through your delicate little underwear.

he winced through his teeth with his eyes screwed shut, bunching your covers in his fist to distract the urge of his hand to finish him off.

“you’re f-fucking with me. watching me couldn’t have made you that wet."

you couldn’t resist touching yourself as soon as the draft in the room brushed over your sensitive heat. you would usually taunt yourself a bit first instead of giving in right away, but you felt taunted this whole time, by restraining the urge to slip your hand down your pants, to spit on his cock for him, to kiss him with reckless abandon after and jerk his cock with him. you convulsed in your seat with a wrecked whine, circling your clit harder as visions of these thoughts blurred through your mind one after the other.

sylus’s eyes widened, fixated on the sloppy, slick noises sputtering from your core, from the mesh of your fingers smearing liquid glitter all over your hot clit. he grappled with his cock again, like it was a reflex, starting with long, deep strokes before resorting to rushed pumps of his swollen tip. you spread your legs wider, plucked the petals of your own rosebud faster, writhed and shivered with another gentle moan.

“look at you. listen to you,” he said through a rugged breath, “you want me to cum right now, don’t you? pushing me to the edge with those fucking sounds."

“have—" you hiccuped on another gasp, “have you thought about this, too?"

“yeah, yeah,” he choked out, “just like this. in that—right in your chair. i’m—you really have no idea how hard i’m trying not to cum right now, kitten. i . . . can i call you that?"

you nodded, frantically. “yes. fuck, that’s hot."

as if he couldn’t help himself, he rutted into his hand faster. the sounds of his dick pumping in and out of his fist were truly filthy—and you were lapping it up with wild, feverish swipes of your fingers, cutting corners and pressing hard and deep against the aching pulse beneath your underwear.

you watched closely as he tugged his length quicker by the second, knobbing his thumb over his leaking cockhead with a cruel, punishing grip. he was art to you.

another moan fluttered from your lips swollen with teeth marks.

“moan for me like that again. please, please—“ he gritted out, “you’re just—you’re unreal. you’re gorgeous. you’re a dream. you’re my dream girl and you’re letting me stroke my cock in your bed while i watch you touch yourself, fuck . . . "

you bucked your hips into your own hand. god, you wanted every part of this man. seeing and hearing him wasn’t enough anymore. you needed to touch him—to taste him. the thought of catching his load by the end of this overcame you, and suddenly, you had to squish your fingers into your tight, flexing hole and press and swish at the gooey bundle of fruit throbbing inside of you.

“yeah, fuck yourself with your fingers,” he coaxed you, with a shuddering groan that traced a shiver down your spine, “finger yourself just like that while i fuck up into my hand. can’t wait to cum for you, kitten."

“i really want you to cum for me,” you mewled back, “i want to cum for you too, sylus."

he submitted to a breathless whimper. “the way you moan my name. kitten, i’m too close. i need you to cum first, can—can i put my mouth on it?"

“please?” you sighed.

he refused to hesitate. he slid off the bed instantly, rushing toward you. you knew better than to move from the chair, and propped your feet on the arm rests when he kneeled in front of you. you let out a sharp breath when he hooked your panties to the side, arching back into the chair as his breath breezed over your naked clit.

“please, sylus—” you whined.

“it’s okay, sweetie. you don’t have to do it yourself anymore. let me do it for you."

he tensed his mouth to water his tongue with spit, then hocked it directly onto your hole with a heartless splatter. you were already so close to cumming from that alone, but especially when he took off his glasses and tossed them onto your desk before savoring the first taste of you, honing in dead-center on your glistening core.

you jolted when his nose nudged your clit, clawing your nails through his soft, angel-feather hair to pull him in deeper. his bristled groan reverberated through you as he slurped and suckled you like holy water, or cherry-flavored love potions, or the elixir of life dripped from your suctioning center. dear god—you knew he was heaven. and you already knew this was the fastest you would cum for anyone.

“this isn’t real,” he sighed against you, in between wags of his tongue over your clit and deep, longing sweeps of his tongue burrowing into your core, “this pussy isn’t real. the taste—the smell . . . so good. so needy."

“mm-hmm,” you drew out, crossing your eyes with the neediest little pout, “sylus—s-sylus, you’re . . . you’re so good to me."

the unmistakable squelch of his hand squeezing his cock all over again rippled through you. as soon as you heard it, you were right there.

“oh—that’s gonna make me cum. god, i’m gonna cum. ’m gonna cum for you."

he rotated his head in slow, fluid circles to ensure that his tongue could lather the entirety of your wet, cunning heat, darting over your clit and seeping into your gleaming hole in cruel, ruthless circles like a hurricane. you couldn’t remember the last time someone made you feel this good.

not to mention the way he babbled to you to the very end, especially since, up until this point, you knew sylus as your reserved, slightly awkward blind date who never had too much to say. you were a goner.

“yeah, shake on my tongue. shake and squirm and writhe on my tongue. let me taste it. let me have it. need it just as much as you, sweetie."

your lips parted into a soft o as your eyes crossed again, blinded by stars when your orgasm ruptured you to the core. you were a lovely little mess—of whiny moans and lightheaded breaths and the molten, wet heat glistening from your inner thighs as you clenched for sylus’s mouth.

you didn’t even know he was watching you until he starved out, “fuck, roll your eyes back like that. cum just like that for me, kitten."

none of your internal organs would sit still, fevered and running rampant as you unleashed everything hot and sweet and satisifed within you that melted and stickied his cinnamon lips. when he pulled back for a breath, a sheen of wet hot glitter soaked his mouth. he was a very ravenous, untidy eater, that’s for sure. he also, you just noticed, hadn’t stopped pumping his dick underneath your chair.

“can i cum for you now?” he groaned like a plea. “please? you’re everywhere, sweetie."

“here,” you insisted, tucking your legs to kneel in your seat, “here, in my mouth."

when he stood, he had to steady his hands over the top of your chair so he wouldn’t crumple back down to his knees.

“i still can’t believe this,” he panted, “you’re gonna put my dick in your mouth. i won’t be able to last, kitten. i’ve—i’ve thought about it too much."

“i’ll go slow,” you said, propping your hands on his hips, “is that what you want?"

“i just want you. any way you’ll have me, i promise."

a flutter brushstroked your clit. shit—you could cum for him all over again if he’d let you. but you had been far too patient all evening, denying yourself the pleasure of his cock weighing hard and heavy on your coated tongue.

you didn’t bother with teasing licks or pecks or strokes of your hand that mimiced his grappling thrusts. you took him in as far as you could, nearly choking around him if you didn’t slow down when he stretched the shape of your mouth just right. he was even thicker than you imagined, sliding salty-sweet down the length of your tongue, consuming the majority of its width, easily tipping into the back of your warm, clutching throat. both of you whined in unison. it should’ve been impossible for every part of him to feel this good.

he pushed out a winding breath, that swerved into a rutted groan when you started shucking your suctioned lips up and down, up and down his full shaft. your heart-shaped ass clapped down on your heels as you rocked forward and back, richocheting your tits held tight by your tiny cherry tank top, batting your mascara-wet lashes as you looked up at him.

“uhn—uhn,” he whimpered out, “mmph—look at those eyes. those—mmph—those fucking headphones, and—uhn, that mouth, you’re trying to kill me. what is this? you want me dead, gorgeous."

you took him in faster, purposely flexing your throat to pinch at his tip whenever he reached the back of your throat. he bowed over you as you twisted one fist, then two, on the same path and rhythm as your mouth, sacrificing your need to breathe just to suck his cock like you were seeking revenge of some sort.

“fuck—uhn, can’t take this. i know it’s only been a second, but-but i have to cum. i’m cumming, shit—"

with one last rasped whine, and the tilt of his head all the way back, he erupted in thick, gluey spurts on your tongue. you swallowed him down hungrily, greedily, chugging his load without stopping the fluid motion of your slippery mouth up and down.

he quivered out his last few moans as you sucked him dry. “taking it all—you’re taking it all—uhn—fuck, yeah. yeah, sweetie. cu—hmph—cumming down your throat while you sit in your desk chair. this is a fucking dream."

you sat back when he set his hand on your shoulder, signaling that he was too sensitive. playfully, you flashed your tongue at him, hoping to win him with a chuckle or, more particularly, a good kitten.

but you earned more than you anticipated when he bowed over you, cupped your chin, and drew you in for a longing, passionate kiss that activated all of your nerves at once. his mouth was insatiable, lips soft but firm as they pinched your top lip, then bottom lip, before parting to kiss you deeply, sledding his tongue over yours to elicit one of your sweetest breaths.

he pulled back, recovering with a breath. “sorry,” he said, “couldn’t stop thinking about it."

you returned a flustered grin. “me too."

the corners of his mouth ticked up into a smirk, and you knew one of his signature brow tilts would follow soon after. he huffed out another breath as he gazed down at you.

then, he spoke again. “when can i see you again? i’m still having a hard time believing what just happened."

you swayed in your chair, pivoting back once you found his glasses on the desk. you rose upright until you were tall enough to slip them over his eyes for him. when you smiled at him, his grin settled in, curving sharper at the edges. you would have to use whatever magic you had over him to do that much more often.

“you’ll see me on stream tomorrow, remember?"

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[rhaenyraeri]

Null and Void - Robert Reynolds x Reader

minors dni, 18+!!

Pairing: Robert Reynolds x Reader, technically if you squint Void x Reader? in the slightest way

Summary: After coming home from a delayed mission, you find Bob fighting with the Void. Taunted by his words, he decides to show Void just how much he doesn’t have you.

Warnings: Cucking the Void(!!!), so much dirty talk, fingering, minor choking, rough sex, reader tears up from the fucking lol

Word Count: 2.5k

first time writing a smut for our dear bob hehe

It started with silence— it always does. When Bob gets lost in his thoughts, thinking too deep into his insecurities. You noticed he was off during your last call with him, but he never mentioned it, so you didn’t pry. You’d gone on a mission with some of the New Avengers, and what was supposed to be a couple of days turned to almost a week. You’d called him one last time before the team went off the grid, telling him you’d be a day late. But here you were, five days later, just now getting to have contact with him.

As soon as you entered the apartment, you could tell something was off. It’s a deep silence. One that makes the air feel thick as it seeps into the room— almost suffocating. The living room was dark, the low hum of the fan kept the quiet from being deafening, and the only small source of light came from Bob’s bedroom. He always left at least a lamp on, just in case of nights like this when you’d come over during the later hours. But tonight, the gesture had been overlooked. A small voice slid through the crack of the door, indistinctly Bob’s. You slowly made your way farther into his apartment, shutting the door before quietly stepping towards his room.

“Bob?,” you spoke, voice low as not to disturb him. He was muttering, harsh but quick responses to a voice you couldn’t hear.

He’s sat on the edge of his bed, the lamp in the far corner being the only light to illuminate him. His elbows are bent on his knees, holding his head in his hands. His fingers tangled into his curls, the distress causing him to grip tight. He felt your presence, the calming aura you gave him radiated towards his unsettled one. He wanted to look up at you, to greet you and pull you close.

But he was here.

“Don’t look at her. Don’t speak to her,” he harshly whispered, his voice low and deep. You closed the door behind you, slowly making your way over to him.

“I said, don’t speak to her. She’s not yours, she isn’t for you.”

“Bob? Who’re you talking to?”

His head moved, almost looking in your direction before turning the other way and looking behind him. He was listening to something— or someone— that you couldn’t hear, couldn’t see.

Then it hit you.

The last time you’d seen him act this way was months ago, the last time that Void came around. You’d thought Bob made progress; he seemed happier now, more in control of his abilities and strength. Your heart broke for him, the feeling of remorse tightening in your chest.

“Is… is he back?” Your voice was small, but clear to him. He finally looked up at you. The usual warmth his eyes held for you was almost gone; like it was fighting to stay in his orbs.

“He never really left, I think. He started to show up a few days ago, but I shrugged it off. He only comes to me when I’m starting to feel safe again. Sometimes I think he’s right. He says I’m not good enough for you, that I’ll never deserve you… but he does. He thinks you should belong to him, not me.”

Your heart broke for him. Bob had always been nothing short of the best for you. There was no one else in this world that you’d rather call yours. You stepped closer to him, his eyes never leaving you as you approached him.

“Don’t listen to him. He doesn’t get to make that decision.”

She’ll grow bored of you. Too nice, too soft. Let me show her what power really feels like.

He stood up, stepping towards you suddenly. His taller stature towered over you as he cornered you against the wall you stood in front of. You could tell whatever Void just said to him pissed him off; his breathing intensified and the look in his eyes darkened, jaw clenched.

“I… I feel him,” he began, voice low and spoken through gritted teeth, “He’s just watching. Listening. It’s… He’s… getting off on this.”

The second you let your guard down, she’s mine.

He shook his head, still trying to fight Void’s comments about you.

You take a hand and run it through his hair, pulling his head down closer to you. Nothing more than a whisper, you lean into his ear and say, “Let him suffer. You’re the only one who can touch me, Bob. I’m yours.”

“Say it again, I don’t think he heard you clearly.”

“I’m yours, Robert. Only yours.”

It’s like a switch flipped in him. He kissed you harshly; it was sudden, probably bruising; it was dominant. One unfamiliar to you. He’s only ever kissed you with tenderness, like you were made of porcelain. Now, you felt his anger, his frustration. Not with you, never with you, but for him. His hands moved quickly, determined to get your clothes off as fast as he could, hands slightly trembling. It wasn’t just the lust now coursing through his veins, but it was possession… dominance.

His hand slid down your body tantalizingly slow— like he’s showing Void exactly what he can’t have. You whimpered as his fingers rubbed circles around your core, moving around you expertly. He made sure Void knew that he knew your body, not him.

“Already so wet for me,” he muttered against your neck, kissing right under your ear. “Always for me, isn’t it? Never for him.”

You nodded, whimpering a small little ‘hmm’ as a response. He slid two fingers into you— no warning, no slow ease, just rough desire. His other hand held the back of your neck, keeping you stable.

“He… sees this, doesn’t he?” you say through moans, panting as he stared down between your legs.

Bob nods, his fingers picking up the pace. “Yeah… Yeah, he does.”

Your voice dropped lower, whispering into his ear, “Let’s show him how good you make me feel. Let him suffer knowing he’s not the one sinking into me… he doesn’t get to feel me like this.”

He growls a low moan from deep in his chest. He crashes his mouth back onto yours, tongue slipping into your mouth, desperate to kiss you as deep as he could. His fingers were quick, ruthless, like he was showing Void just how real you were… how deep he could reach inside you. He could never— would never.

“You’re so wet… so desperate for me. Not him. Never, ever him.”

“Mmm, only you… Only for you,” you whimpered, nodding your head quickly. Your hands grip his shoulders as he doesn’t let up, his relentless pace making your legs start to tremble. Your orgasm is chasing you, running up behind you ready to push you over.

“Show him, baby. Show him how you fall apart for me. How much you need me,” he begged. You clench over his fingers, knowing you’re at the edge. He grinned— a dark, powerful grin. He took pride in making Void suffer.

“Go ahead, baby. Come for me, all over my hand… let him fucking watch you.”

You did as you were told, his fingers coated in your warm slick as you shook before him. Your hips jerked against his hand, trying to get him ever deeper inside you.

“Yeah… that’s it. Look at you… such a mess for me.” He whispered, taking his fingers out of your pulsing core. He rubbed your pussy, collecting more of your slick before bringing his fingers to his mouth. A small gasp escaped you as you watched him lick your come from his hand, savoring the flavor of your arousal like you were his dessert. Taking his fingers out, he muttered something. It was unintelligible, but harsh— he’d spoken to Void directly. He pulled you away from the wall just enough to slide his arms around your waist, throwing you over his shoulder. Bob was always so gentle with you, so polite with his touches— so much so that you forgot his abilities… his inhuman strength.

He tossed you onto the bed, making quick work of his own clothing.

You’re weak, Robert. Your body could never please her.

“Shut the fuck up,” Bob spoke, his voice louder and stern. His jaw tightened, scanning your body. “Just look at her. You’re torturing yourself knowing you’ll never feel how warm she is, how nice she takes me.”

He strokes his cock a couple of times and slams into you without warning, one deep and punishing thrust. You cry out, clutching his broad shoulders.

“Gonna fuck her until there’s nothing left for you. I’ll ruin her— oh, fuuuuck,” he moans, almost a growl as pleasure and anger course through him. His thrusts are deep, like he’s trying to bury himself so far into you that Void could never pull him out— showing him just how much he gets to have of you. You can tell when Void speaks to him; his thrusts hit harder and he snarls, almost like he’s holding back from verbally destroying him.

You look up at him, his eyes glowing gold just the tiniest bit, just as he shakes his head.

“You’re mine. Mine. Not his, you’ll never be his. He doesn’t get to have you like this, all warm and tight around me.”

You’ll fuck up and lose her. You know it.

Bob snaps, his hips slamming even faster into you. A hand wraps around your throat, the pressure making you close your eyes in bliss. The grip is tight, firm but still gentle. You weren’t sure of what he said to Bob, but you knew it pissed him off. His hand grounded you as he let his anger out, tightening just a little more.

“She’s so tight around me, gripping me like she doesn’t want to let go.” His other hand now gripped the headboard. “She’s. Still. Here,” he growls through his gritted teeth, a hard thrust of his hips hitting yours with each word.

Your body arched off the bed, hips moving to meet his. Your eyes began to fill with tears, the pleasure becoming almost enough to push you to your orgasm.

“Robert…” You moan loudly, using some force to push out a sound that wasn’t a whimper.

“Mmm, that’s right, baby. Say it again. Louder, make sure he hears you.”

This time, you screamed his name, with one of your hands gripping his upper arm and the other raising to touch his face. The hand he placed on the headboard came down to meet your hip, and he held onto you so tight you felt the bruising start to form.

“Good girl,” his voice is lower, cracking at the end. He wasn’t tired as his pace has yet to falter, but it was something deeper, more personal. It’s almost like he said it in a way where he’s in disbelief, stunned that you’re underneath him, and that you’re real. Something Void told him he’d never have— something real, someone real. To love forever, to be with until the end of his days.

“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking perfect. So goddamn perfect and you’re mine. Not his. You’ve always been mine.” His words come out strong, like he’s beating the idea into Void even harder.

The darkness started to fade from the room— you didn’t realize it, but it wasn’t just dark in the apartment, it was Void. He’d caused the apartment to become engulfed by his darkness, his evil.

Void began to silence himself. Bob wasn’t feeling that shiver creep up his back like he was there, watching as he made you unravel before him. It was just the two of you, finally.

But, Bob wasn’t finished.

He pulled out of you in one quick, solid movement and flipped you around onto the bed. His hand pressed into your back to hold you down onto the bed. Your fists grip the white sheets as his thrusts pick back up, causing your body to shake.

“I need the fucker to see this before he goes back to whatever shit hole he came from. I need him to understand that you want me like this. Need him to watch you take it— take all of me in that pretty pussy.”

His hand slides up your back, now placing his forearms on each side of you. Your loud, whiny moans mixed with his needy, gravelly ones as they filled the room, echoing off the walls and holding the two of you. He leans over you, his mouth at your ear as his breath sends chills up your spine.

“Tell me you love me, baby. Tell him that you love me, before the fucker leaves. Say my name.”

“Fuck, Robert, I love you so fucking much— mhmmm— there’s no man better for me than you.” Your voice sounds more like a prayer, sobbing the words to him as you whimper through the moans.

That’s what breaks him.

He groans into your neck, his hand reaching up to hold yours as his hips thrust a few more times, spilling inside you. It’s deep and hot, like he’s pouring everything he is into you— his body, his soul, his darkness. Almost as if he had finally exorcised the evil from himself, finally at ease.

You’d come with him, crying his name out into the pillow, your core clenching around him.

It’s silent now— the room, the Void.

He pulls out to lie beside you, pulling your exhausted body into his.

“I’m sorry if I was..”

“Don’t be,” you cut him off, knowing his next words, “You needed that, baby. I needed you.”

“He just.. he got back into my head. He was so loud this time. Just constantly telling me how I’d never be good enough for you, how I’d never deserve someone like you. I just wanted to disappear again.”

You turned so that your chest pressed against his, tilting your head up to look at him. The gold sheen in his eyes was now gone, leaving you to look into these beautiful brown eyes you’d fallen in love with.

“I know, my love.. I know. But you didn’t.”

“It’s.. it’s weird. I heard him fade away this time. That’s.. never happened before. I could feel him sinking away from me. Like each time you said my name he pushed him back into his own void. I hate him. I hate that he’s always here, just waiting to come for me again.”

You caressed his face, using your thumb to wipe at a tear starting to roll down his face.

“I know,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss his jaw, “but I’m here, too. And I always will be.”

He looked down at you, eyes filling up with more tears, “Don’t let go of me tonight.. need to keep feeling you.. how you’re real.”

“I won’t. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

He grabbed down at the blanket that was almost off the bed, unraveling it the best he could with one hand and pulled it over the two of you. It was quiet after that— a good kind of quiet.

He muttered your name once, in a whisper, like he just admired you— like a thank you. Like a lifeline. Like a forever.

[webslinger-holland]

don't mind me, i'd just be foaming at the mouth if any of the boys threw me over their shoulder and smacked my ass. i think i'd respectfully melt if you wrote that...please

Prompt: Bucky, John, and Bob throw you over their shoulder

Warning: NSFW 18+ minors DNI, just a lot of sexual tension and innuendos, some banter, the boys being dominant, physical intimidation/possessive behavior, dark romance themes, wanted to put a warning on it anyways.

Note: Writing this had me giggling and kicking my feet :)

Thunderbolts Masterlist

Bucky: It was late at night. You were halfway down the hallway with socked feet, hoodie zipped up halfway, and a will of determination to make it to the kitchen without anyone noticing. You hadn't been feeling good the last couple days and had been ordered by the doctor to be on bed rest. But you were starving.

“Where do you think you’re going?” That all too familiar voice called out from behind you. You stopped in the middle of your tracks, caught red handed doing the one thing they told you not to do.

You winced and turned. “I’m just getting tea.”

"It's the middle of the night," Bucky observed, putting his hands on his hips and giving you that dad look. "You have a fever. The doctor said you need to be on bed rest."

You scoffed. “It’s just chamomile. I’ll live.”

He narrowed his eyes,; his jaw tightening with that quiet intensity that always meant you’re pushing your luck. He took one slow, deliberate step toward you.

You started to backpedal. “Don’t you dare—”

“Don’t make me do this.” Bucky drew a little closer.

You barely made it two steps down the hallway before he caught up to you. Suddenly, your feet left the ground with a startled yelp and his arm secured you firmly around your thighs. He slung you over his shoulder like it was nothing.

“Bucky! Put me down!” you protested, pounding your fists weakly against his back.

“Nope,” Bucky replied, utterly unmoved, strolling back toward your room. “You still have a fever; you're supposed to be in bed. You’re not wandering around the tower on my watch."

“You’re overreacting.” You threw the insult over your shoulder.

He chuckled, clearly amused. His hand landing a firm, warm pat on the back of your thigh which pulled another surprised yelp from you.

“No, you underestimated how stubborn I am.” Bucky corrected.

“Bucky, I swear—” You tried.

“You’re cute when you’re mad,” he said casually, like that wouldn’t be thinking about those words for the rest of your life. “But if you bite me, we’re gonna have a real problem.”

Entering into your bedroom, Bucky kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot hard. He didn’t speak, simply crossed the space in long purposeful strides. When Bucky came to your bed, he had no intentions of easing you down gently. He knelt one knee onto the mattress, let you slide off his shoulder into his arms and then onto the mattress with a thump that jolted your breath.

You landed on your back, looking up at him with a shocked expression. He stood over you, chest rising and falling, hair slightly disheveled from the walk.

"You done running your body into the ground now?” Bucky asked and crossed his arms over his chest, which meant he was all business.

You propped yourself up on your elbows. “You’re the one manhandling me.”

“You call that handling?” Bucky challenged. You swallowed hard.

You opened your mouth to argue, but he was already leaning in again. His one knee pressing into the mattress between your legs as he climbed toward you—slow, steady, sure. A predator with nothing to prove.

He was so close to your face that you felt the heat from his breath fanning your face. You swore he saw just how red your face was turning just from his proximity. He waited and watched you squirm under him.

His metal arm came up and the tip of his finger pinched the tip of your chin, raising it gently to get your eyes level with his. The coolness from his touch felt intoxicating. His voice dropped low and the words that came out felt laced with seduction.

"Be a good girl and stay in bed for me, will ya?"

John: You were in the middle of a mission together. Swiftly navigating towards the ramp of the quinjet, John was hot on your heels. He kept calling your name to stop you, but you ignored him. That was until he caught up with you and came to stand in front of you.

“You are not going out there like that,” John barked, standing between you and the exit.

“It’s recon! I’m not even engaging—” You tried and put your hands on your hips, more annoyed with him than anything.

“You’re limping.” John pointed to your leg which had been patched up not ten minutes ago.

You rolled your eyes. “Barely.”

“That’s enough.” John snapped, tired of listening to you.

“Since when are you in charge of my decisions?” You scoffed.

He stepped closer, radiating that particular brand of unyielding, all-american confidence that always made your pulse tick. You matched him by taking your own step back, slightly worried about this side of him.

“I don’t have to be in charge. I just have to know when you’re being a pain in the ass and stop you.” John spoke.

“John—” You held your hand out to stop him.

“I asked nicely,” John took another step forward. He was giving you one last chance. “You can come back into the jet or I can make you.”

“You wouldn’t—” You narrowed your eyes at him.

It was only then that the corners of his mouth lifted in challenge.

“You want to test that theory, sweetheart?” John wondered.

You made the mistake of lunging for the door. He caught you mid-stride and effortlessly swung your body over his shoulder. He began walking back the way you came and you protested to feeling his hard shoulder digging into your stomach.

“John Walker, put me down right now!” You hit his back once or twice, but you knew it was no use.

He let out a short laugh and tightened his grip. His hand gripped your thigh tighter as he adjusted you, almost like you were slipping—but you weren’t.

“Not until you agree to stay in the jet.” He called back to you.

“I hate you.” You pouted sourly.

“No, you don’t,” John smirked to himself, swatting your backside once to pull a small gasp of disbelief from you. “You just hate that I’m right.”

Safely back inside the quinjet, John let you slide from his shoulder and caught your waist halfway down, standing you upright, but pinning you flush against the wall. You gasped, both palms landing flat against his chest from the force.

He didn’t back away.

He loomed, crowding your space with his body, hands still on your hips. His blue eyes burned down into yours.

“You gonna listen to me now?” John asked in a low and deep tone.

Your jaw tightened along with your stubbornness. “You think throwing me around is how you win an argument?”

“No,” John seemed to smirk down at you like he was enjoying getting you riled up. “I think it’s how I keep you alive.”

You stared up at him. Your heart hammering in your chest. When you tried to push away from him, he just held you firmly and liked to watch you squirm. You only stopped the moment his palm landed flat beside your head, caging you in further and taking you by surprise. The power behind it was unmistakable.

He leaned down to get close to your face, which caused your breath to hitch in the back of your throat. He stared at your; his eyes unwavering. He was not messing around anymore and he didn't want you doing the same. So he spoke once and he spoke very clearly:

“You act up again, I will correct it. You know that, don’t you?”

Bob: You should never underestimate this man. Because you didn’t expect him to move that fast.

One moment, you were glaring at him from across the room, arms crossed, refusing to budge out of your own stubbornness. Just as you went to turn away, you felt a pair of hands grab up. And the floor tilted beneath you.

“Bob—!” you shouted, half a protest, half pure surprise.

But it was too late. He’d already hoisted you up, strong arm locked around the backs of your thighs, your upper body dangling behind him. He wasn’t rough, not quite, but you could feel the effort in the way he held you. Like he was restraining from a much more violent impulse.

“You weren’t listening,” Bob claimed. He sounded too calm, too controlled, too casual. “And I don’t really feel like arguing tonight.”

His body was warm. It always was. Like the sun had stitched itself beneath his skin. His grip was unshakable, but not cruel.

“You can’t just throw people around, Bob!” You tried to argue right back. You squirmed around in his hold, desperate to break free but it was no use.

He let out a soft, almost sad chuckle. “I can do a lot of things I’m not supposed to.”

Your heart stuttered. And you wonder if he heard it.

“I’m being nice,” Bob added and threw a look over his shoulder to address you. You pouted in defeat.

The hallway blurred past as he carried you with terrifying ease. Somewhere between being handled like glass… and being reminded that glass can still be broken.

Then Bob stopped walking.

The silence hung too long before he finally, carefully, bent down. His arms moved with precision, almost clinical, as if afraid he’d break you just by touching.

He set you down on your feet, gently this time. His hands lingering just a little too long at your waist, not for control, but with caution.

“Sorry,” Bob muttered, not meeting your eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

You thought for a second, nibbling your lips gently. You could see the conflict written across his face— like he was still desperately trying to stay in control of himself and that maybe he felt something darker coiled tight beneath the surface.

You took a deep breath to ground yourself. And Bob looked up to meet your gaze.

"I didn’t say I didn’t like it."

SORRY IF THAT WASN'T SUPER GOOD. FELT LIKE I STRUGGLED WITH BOB'S ONE

[dmitriene]

based on the request from my inbox.

cw: size kink, reader mostly described as petite.

könig is so obsessed with the size difference between you both it's almost laughable, through you don't have time to tease him about it, not with the way he almost clings to you and uses every opportunity of your admiring words about his body to show how much bigger than you he really is, so you better hold back from talking about it at all, liebling, even if it doesn't really help.

he's acutely aware of how much bigger than any average men his body are, with his brawny chest and the pumped lines of his body filled with coiled, hard muscles, his meaty thighs, the height that helps him tower over the people easily, even through often his head knocks against the jamb of the doors, leaving occasionally growing bumps on his forehead.

but it's nothing, tiny nuances that cannot be compared with the all fulfilling excitement that courses through könig at the knowledge that he can so easily manhandle you, scoop your dainty body up and seat you on his forearm, it's not important at all what your height is, how much you weight, for him, you're small like a pretty bunny and light as a feather, made to sit in his arms with your legs swinging around, as you decorate his rugged, smug grinning face with light pecks from your pouty lips.

könig often does that silly thing of comparing, as if trying to brag, holding your palm against his, enormous, calloused and scarred, able to encompass the entirety of your diminutive, soft hands, carrying you all around like you're some kind of not independent, lap pet, sometimes cruel, too, slapping his engorged, fat cock over your sensitive, weepy pussy, cooing at the way your folds flutter beneath, making your whole body seize and shudder, twitching violently with a wet, needy whimper.

you kick your legs in his chest, whining at the boyish, bursting laughter könig let's out, nudging his leaking, bulbous tip against your clenching, gaping little hole, watching the way you tilt your hips, chasing the feel of his cockhead rubbing up and down, catching on your slick soaked, parting lips, breaching in inch by inch, leaving your throat seizing around a loud, crying keen as he plunges you full with throbbing heaviness of him, fingers fanned out along the curve of your pulling tummy, impaling you in rhythm of his rough, pummeling thrusts.

könig is absolutely impossible to endure, he can't behave, not with how absolutely struck he is by you, by how adorable you are, sweet like a hilfloses, kleines tier, and even through it's sounds not as attractive he hoped to, his words still make your chest tighten, all fluttering inside, so you forgive his sneaking, mapping hands all around your curves, digging in your hips, kneading at your perky ass, tucking you beneath his heavy, draping hand.

you're neither can expect him to act properly when your parents invite you for a dinner in their house, dying to meet your boyfriend, not knowing that this seemingly charming, polite man with brightest, innocent cerulean eyes would take you apart in your childhood bedroom, he's been utterly respectful during the dinner, until you decided to show him upstairs, which led to your cunt being split open by his pounding cock.

each strained, blabbering mewl and gasp silenced by the pillows you burrow in, könig's gravelly voice whispering salacious, cooing praises, he's just so smitten for you, and you can't complain, not when he fucks all your protests out of your mind, enough so you'll be just a pliant, petite thing in his arms.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[thirteenheavens]

can I request big dick! hard dom Mingyu x reader

like the reader put him on a sex ban for two months but 4 weeks later he couldn't hold himself back anymore 😔 and can you do size kink like Mingyu is much bigger in size and she's really tiny than him and what if he didn't let her adjust because she put him on a ban for no reason and can you add bulge kink and cream pie too and maybe multiple rounds (from bent in the kitchen, to the bedroom) and multiple positions (bent over, missionary, doggy and cow girl) and mingyu manhandles her around, make it rough and messy, i hope this isn't too much, i love ur works btw, sorry if this is too much 😭😭

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4 Week Ban || Kim Mingyu x Reader

Notes: this was such a fun task cos there was so much but I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.6k+

Mingyu walks through the door, looking frustrated and restless after a night out with his friends. He's been trying to respect your sex ban for the past four weeks, but his need for you is growing more intense every day.

"Babe," he calls out, searching for you. "I need to talk to you." He finds you in the living room, and the sight of you makes his breath catch in his throat. You look so beautiful and relaxed, and he can't help but notice the way your clothes hug your curves.

"I can't do this anymore," he says, his voice rough with desire. "I need you, Y-N. I need to feel you, to taste you, to be inside you." He moves closer to you, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. "I know I promised to respect your rules," he continues, "but it's driving me insane. Please, baby. Let me have you tonight."

As he stands there, begging for your touch, his cock strains against his jeans - a visible bulge that proves just how desperate he really is. Mingyu presses his lips to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin while his hands grip your waist. His large frame towers over you as he traps you against the wall.

"Please," he begs again, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "I'll do anything you want. Just let me have you." He rolls his hips against you, grinding his massive bulge against your stomach as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck to your collarbone. "I can't stop thinking about how good you feel," he whispers, his hands sliding lower to squeeze your ass.

"Are you really begging me right now?" you tease, though your voice trembles slightly with arousal. Mingyu groans and nuzzles into your neck, his body shaking with need. "Yes," he admits, his fingers digging into your skin. "I'll get on my knees if I have to."

He slowly sinks down to the floor, kneeling in front of you with his face level with your stomach. "Please, baby," he whispers, looking up at you with desperate eyes. "Please let me make you feel good. Let me worship you like you deserve." Mingyu practically carries you to the bedroom, his strength and eagerness evident in his movements. As soon as you reach the bed, he lays you down and starts undressing you with trembling hands.

"I've missed this so much," he breathes out, his eyes dark with desire as he strips you bare. "Missed your body, missed making you moan and writhe under me." He quickly sheds his own clothes, revealing his impressive length that's already standing at full attention. Crawling between your legs, he positions himself over you and runs his hands up your thighs.

"Spread your legs for me," he commands huskily, his fingers tracing circles on your skin. "Let me see how wet you are for me." Mingyu's eyes are wild with hunger as he takes in the sight of your exposed body, his cock twitching visibly with anticipation. He looks like a man who's been deprived of water for weeks and is finally presented with an oasis.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, lowering himself to nuzzle at your inner thighs. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamed about this." He kisses and licks his way up your thighs, his large hands holding you open as he gets closer to your core. "You're mine," he growls possessively. "All mine."

Without warning, he dives in, burying his face between your legs and devouring you like a man possessed. His tongue laps at your folds hungrily, while his fingers dig into your hips to keep you still. Mingyu's tongue moves expertly against your clit, his skilled mouth driving you wild with pleasure. His hands continue to hold you in place as he devours you, groaning against your sensitive flesh.

"You taste so good," he mutters between licks, his eyes locked on your face to watch your reactions. "I could do this all night." He adds a finger to the mix, pushing it deep inside you while his tongue continues its relentless assault. "Cum for me," he commands, curling his finger just right to hit your g-spot. "I want to feel you cum on my face."

His other hand moves to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Mingyu is absolutely wrecked as he feasts on you, his hair disheveled and his lips glistening with your arousal. His cock is leaking precum against your thigh, showing just how affected he is by your pleasure.

"Please," he begs again, his voice hoarse with need. "I need to be inside you. Need to feel your walls clenching around me." He continues his assault with his mouth and fingers, desperate to make you cum before he loses control completely. "Cum for me, baby," he pleads one more time, adding a second finger to stretch you further.

"Mingyu, I-" you gasp, arching your back as his skilled mouth and fingers drive you closer to the edge. "I'm so close..." Mingyu moans against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. "That's it," he encourages, pumping his fingers faster. "Let go for me, baby. I've got you."

He sucks your clit harder, his tongue swirling around it mercilessly as he feels your walls start to flutter around his fingers. Mingyu feels your orgasm hit you like a wave, your body tensing and shaking beneath him as you cry out his name. He keeps his mouth on you through it, lapping up every drop of your release while his fingers continue to work you through your high.

"So perfect," he whispers against your skin, finally pulling away when your trembling subsides. "But I'm not done with you yet." He moves up your body, positioning himself between your legs once more. His cock is impossibly hard and leaking, twitching against your thigh as he stares down at you with hungry eyes. Mingyu's control snaps completely as he thrusts inside you in one swift motion, groaning at the tightness of your walls around him. "Fuck, you feel so good," he growls, not even giving you a moment to adjust before starting a punishing pace.

"You did this to me," he grunts, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Making me wait for four weeks... teasing me every day... it's your fault I'm like this." His hips slam against yours with bruising force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He looks completely feral, his face contorted with pleasure and a hint of anger as he takes you roughly. Mingyu's lips curl into a devilish smile as he looks down at you, his thrusts never slowing. "You're so small under me," he purrs, "like a little doll I can just use for my pleasure."

He lifts your legs over his shoulders, bending you nearly in half as he drives deeper into you. "Look at how well you're taking me," he says with a satisfied smirk. "Your body was made for me to break it." Mingyu's eyes fixate on the bulge in your stomach where his massive cock is visible, his own smirk growing wider. "Look at that," he says with a groan, "I can see myself fucking you from the outside."

He runs his hand over the bulge, pressing down slightly to feel himself moving inside you. "So deep," he growls, his pace becoming more erratic. "No one else can make you feel like this, can they?" Your moans are music to Mingyu's ears as he keeps up his rough pace, his fingers digging into your skin. "That's right, baby," he grunts, "let everyone hear how much you love being fucked by me."

He shifts the angle of his hips, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. "You're mine," he repeats possessively. "Only mine. I'll never let anyone else have you." Mingyu flips you onto your stomach without pulling out, pulling your hips up to meet his. He presses your face into the mattress, one hand on your neck while the other grips your waist.

"On all fours," he commands, his voice low and dominant. "Show me how much you want it." You can barely speak as Mingyu resumes his relentless pace, his hand tightening on your neck slightly. "Mingyu... please... harder," you manage to gasp out between moans.

He responds by slamming into you with brutal force, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. "Harder?" he growls. "You want it harder? Don't worry, I'll give you exactly what you need." Mingyu is a wreck behind you, his body covered in sweat as he chases his own release. His hips move at an almost animalistic pace, his grip on you bruising as he pounds into you mercilessly.

"I'm going to fill you up," he pants, his breath hot against your ear. "Gonna make you mine forever." His rhythm becomes erratic, signaling his impending orgasm as he leans over you, pressing his chest against your back. "Cum with me," he demands through gritted teeth. Mingyu thrusts into you once, twice more before he reaches his peak, spilling deep inside you with a loud groan. His body shudders as he fills you with his hot cum, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he claims you.

"Mine," he growls again, his hips still moving in shallow thrusts as he rides out his orgasm. "All mine." He collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily as he catches his breath. "I love you," he whispers against your skin, finally coming back to his senses.

"I love you too," you say breathlessly, still trembling from the intense pleasure. "But you're heavy, Mingyu." Mingyu chuckles softly and rolls off you, pulling you into his arms instead. "Sorry," he murmurs, nuzzling into your neck. "I got a bit carried away there." He traces lazy patterns on your skin with his fingers, his breathing finally returning to normal. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I'm okay," you reassure him, snuggling closer to his warmth. "Better than okay, actually. That was..." Mingyu grins against your neck, his ego clearly boosted. "That was," he agrees, "but next time, I'm going to make sure you can't walk for a week."

Mingyu watches you with a mix of admiration and surprise as you get up and head to the kitchen. "Babe, where are you going?" he calls out, stretching lazily on the bed. He quickly follows you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you reach the counter. "You're supposed to be cuddling with me," he whines playfully, nipping at your earlobe.

"I'm getting us some water," you explain, smiling at his neediness. "And maybe some snacks." Mingyu sighs dramatically but doesn't let go of you. "Fine, but only if you promise to come back to bed with me after." He presses a kiss to your shoulder, his hands roaming your body suggestively. Mingyu can't wait any longer and strides into the kitchen, his cock already hardening again as he approaches you. "Y-N, you're taking too long," he says with a smirk.

He pins you against the counter, his body pressed against yours as he reaches around to turn off the tap. "The snacks can wait," he growls, his hands sliding down to your hips. "I'm not done with you yet." Mingyu captures your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue invading your mouth possessively. His hands roam your body hungrily as he presses you against the countertop, the cool marble contrasting with his hot skin.

"I told you," he murmurs against your lips, "I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow." He lifts you up effortlessly, setting you on the counter as he spreads your legs apart. Mingyu positions himself between your legs, his cock sliding through your folds teasingly. "You're still so wet for me," he says with satisfaction. "Such a good girl." He starts to push into you again, groaning at the way your walls flutter around him. "Look at me," he commands, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to see your face as I take you apart again."

"Mingyu, please," you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. "I need you... need you so bad." Mingyu grins at your desperation, fully sheathing himself inside you in one smooth motion. "That's it, baby," he purrs, his hands gripping your thighs. "Beg for me." He starts thrusting at a steady pace, each movement deliberate and deep. "Tell me who owns this pussy," he demands, his fingers finding your clit to rub circles against it.

"You do, Mingyu," you moan out, your head falling back as pleasure courses through your body. "You own my pussy. It's all yours." Mingyu's pace quickens at your words, his hips snapping against yours with increasing force. "That's right," he growls, "and I'm going to remind you every day who you belong to."

He captures your lips in another bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he fucks you on the kitchen counter. "Cum for me again," he commands, "show me how much you love being my little slut." Mingyu watches intently as his cock disappears into your wet heat, his eyes dark with primal lust. "Fuck, that's beautiful," he groans, "watching myself claim you like this."

His fingers dig into your thighs as he pulls you closer, his thrusts becoming more erratic and powerful. "So perfect," he mutters, his gaze fixed on where your bodies are joined. "Taking me so well... taking everything I give you." Mingyu carries you effortlessly, his powerful arms holding you up as he continues to pound into you. The new angle makes him hit even deeper, drawing desperate moans from your lips.

"Hold on tight," he grunts, pressing your back against the wall for leverage. His hips move at a relentless pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room again.

"You feel so fucking good," he growls against your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin. "I'm not stopping until you're completely wrecked." Mingyu hisses at the feeling of your nails raking down his back, his rhythm faltering for a moment. "That's it, mark me up," he groans, his pace becoming more punishing.

His hands grip your ass possessively as he slams into you, his forehead pressed against yours. "You're mine," he repeats again, "and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it." He bites down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, one hand moving to play with your sensitive nipples as he continues his brutal pace.

"Mingyu, I'm close," you manage to gasp out between moans, your body trembling with impending release. "So close, please..." Mingyu notices your signs of orgasm and adjusts his angle slightly, hitting your sweet spot with each deep thrust. "Cum for me one more time," he commands, his voice thick with desire.

"Let me feel you squeeze around my cock, baby. Let me fill you up again." He captures your lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing your screams as you tumble over the edge once more. Mingyu groans against your lips as your walls clench tightly around him, prolonging his own pleasure. "That's it," he pants, "scream for me while I fill you up again." He thrusts through your orgasm, releasing his hot seed deep inside you with a deep growl. His legs shake from the force of his release as he holds you tightly, both of you panting heavily against each other.

"So fucking good," he murmurs, pressing gentle kisses to your face. "You did so well, baby. You always do." He carries you to the couch, collapsing onto it with you still impaled on his cock. Mingyu nuzzles into your neck, still buried deep inside you. "You listening?" he whispers playfully. "No more banning me. I can't stay away from this pussy."

He gives a small, exhausted thrust, causing both of you to moan softly. "You're addicting," he says with a satisfied sigh. "And I don't think it can resist me."

[dalgona-crumbs]

✧˖°𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻-𝗷𝘂 (player 120) 𝘀𝗳𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄 𝗵𝗰𝘀｡

𝘴𝘧𝘸

- Loves when you play with her hair! Pleeeease run your hands through her soft hair, its intimate and validating for Hyun-ju.

- Isn't a fan of PDA, but will totally hold your hand in public. This isn't against you at all! I can see Hyun-ju still a bit self conscious with her image, but still craving that traditional "couples activities." Imagine her walking arm in arm with you, feeling confident in not only her being, but her love for you.

- Hyun-ju wants to be the small spoon sometimes! We all know she's a protective type. She's always making you feel safe and sound, but like everyone else... she needs to be protected at times.

"Eh? You want me to.." Hyun-ju gulps. The two of you are in bed after a long day. Lights off, pajamas on. This was about the time you'd settle in her arms for the night, claiming your safe haven. Tonight however, you asked if your girlfriend wanted to be the small spoon for a change. Her eyes widened, a light rose hue delighting her face.

"Mmmhmm." You explain your plan and she enthusiastically nods. It's almost too cute! She rolls over her side, laying back facing you. Hyun-ju places her hands together nervously, one palm holding the other's fingers. She lays in wait, anticipating your familiar touch.

You scooch up to your lover, wrapping her in a tender embrace. The front of your much smaller body pressed against her taller figure, it was heaven. You place your head behind Hyun-ju's neck, placing a chaste kiss.

"Everything alright? We can switch back if yo-" You're suddenly interrupted by a quiet giggle. You can't see it from this position, but your girlfriend is smiling from ear to ear.

(Spice under the cut.)

N𝘴𝘧𝘸

- Gentle top!!! Service dom!!! Come on y'all. I feel like she would want to make her partner feel good. Her caring and determined nature shows up in the bedroom too.

- Size difference. She is TALL. Ugh, love me a tall woman. Knows you like it too and uses it to tease you. One particular night, she slipped on a silken bodycon dress and some heels. This would never see the light of day, not yet at least. (I can see Hyun-ju having multiple dresses and heels she tries on at home, but not in public yet.)

The way the dress clung to her breasts, the style that shows off her muscular arms.. you felt feint. Not to mention how she towered over you even more than usual with those heels. You gulped hard as she slowly approached you, pushing you down to the bed with one hand.

"You're a goddess.." A shaky breath escaped your lips as you eye Hyun-ju. Her hair tied up in a high ponytail, red lipstick on her plump lips. She looks at you from above with nothing but adoration. As she shrugs the straps off of her dress, you can't help but gawk as it falls to the floor.

You're breathing heavier than before. The dainty yet seductive way she steps out of the fabric pooling at her heels. You hear the click of the shoes as she kicks the discarded garment away.

Your lover, your world.. is standing before you in nothing but a necklace, lace lingerie, and those red heels. You gulp as her fingers undo the clasp of her bra. If you weren't so horny, you'd see a slight shake in her hands. Hyun-ju was more than happy to show off to you, but there was always a bit of anxiety hanging around.

As you meet her gaze, more than eager to start this night... she feels solid in her place with you.

[imnotjustreadingg]

spicy bucky barnes head canons alphabet (NSFW) 

a/n: yeah i know it's not bucky, but it's fitting right? 👀👀

A – Aftercare Gentle king. No matter how rough or dominant he gets, Bucky always prioritizes aftercare. Warm bath, clean sheets, whispered praise, and holding you until you fall asleep on his chest.

B – Biting Oh, he bites. Neck, collarbone, inner thighs, anywhere he can mark you. Loves when you gasp from the pressure. If you wear his bite marks the next day? He smirks every time he sees them.

C – Control He craves it but only if you let him take it. In the bedroom, he’s dominant but attentive. He reads every signal. You say red, he stops instantly. But until then? He’ll ruin you with patience and precision.

D – Dirty Talk Filthy. Deep voice in your ear, telling you exactly what he’s going to do and how you’re going to take it. Mixes praise with degradation like a pro “Such a good girl for me… all dumb and pretty with my cock inside you.”

E – Exhibitionism Low-key into it. Not full public, but semi-public? Yes. Bucky likes the thrill. Fingers under the table at Stark’s gala, pulling you into a dark hallway during a mission debrief or taking you from behind on the balcony at night.

F – Fingers Both sets. He’ll have you a trembling mess on his fingers before he ever touches you with anything else. His metal fingers? Cold at first, but he learns how to warm them. Perfect for contrast. For overstimulation.

G – Grinding Tease. Loves making you grind against his thigh, especially if you’re straddling him on the couch. He’ll make you work for it, holding your hips in place and whispering, “You want it? Show me.”

H – Hair-Pulling If you pull his hair while he’s between your thighs, he groans like a man possessed. He’ll encourage it, too. “Hold on, baby- tight as you want.” And when he tugs yours? Instant jelly.

I – Intensity He’s intense. Eye contact that doesn’t break. Breath hot against your skin. He touches you like it’s the last time every. single. time. It’s not just sex it’s war, worship, and surrender.

J – Jealousy Turns possessive real fast when he’s turned on. If someone flirts with you and you give him that look? He’ll have you up against a wall the second you’re alone. “Mine. Say it.”

K – Kinks Power play | Praise/degradation mix | Choking (with the flesh hand) | Restraints (silk, rope, cuffs—you name it) | Mirror sex | Breath play (only with trust) | Temperature play (metal hand)

L – Location He prefers the bedroom for long nights, but he’s not picky. Kitchen counter, training mat, quinjet bathroom, Avengers Tower elevator (which he stops mid-floor). It’s all fair game.

M – Moaning Low growls. Guttural groans. Your name like a prayer when he’s close. But if you moan his name? He loses it. Might not let you come just to hear it again.

N – Nudes Sends exactly one picture: shirtless, dog tags on, sweatpants dangerously low. That’s all it takes. You, on the other hand? He worships every photo you send. Might drag you into bed immediately after.

O – Oral God-tier. Absolutely obsessed. He can (and will) spend an hour between your thighs if you let him. Teases, licks, sucks, he wants you shaking, begging, crying his name. Doesn’t stop until you come at least twice.

P – Positions Loves you on top, watching you ride him like you own him. But his favorite? Bent over anything can be the bed, desk, hood of a car with your face pressed down and his hand gripping your hips.

Q – Quickies Surprisingly into them. Morning wood before a mission? You bent over the sink. Elevator makeout gone too far? Hit the emergency stop. Fast, rough, and just enough to ruin the rest of your day.

R – Risk Only with consent. He loves pushing boundaries like tying you up, edging you for hours, leaving the door unlocked. But he checks in constantly. Safe words, signals, and full trust are sacred.

S – Spanking Big fan. Loves the red handprint on your ass especially if it’s from his metal hand. Sometimes he spanks just for the sound. Sometimes it’s punishment. Either way, it ends in moans and messy apologies.

T – Teasing Endless stamina and no mercy. He’ll edge you for hours, whispering how pretty you are when you beg. Loves using toys; vibrating panties during dinner, remote-controlled plugs during meetings.

U – Unholy Thoughts You can’t even sit in his lap without feeling him harden. He fantasizes about taking you in the shower, blindfolding you, tying you to the bed… and ruining you so well, you forget your name.

V – Voyeurism Likes to watch. If you touch yourself, he’ll sit back and admire, slowly stroking himself and murmuring what he’d do differently. Sometimes he joins. Sometimes he doesn’t. You never know.

W – Wet Dreams He has them. Often. Usually wakes up hard and grinding against you, panting your name. You always help him out. Sometimes with your hands, sometimes your mouth. Sometimes both.

X – X-Rated Talk Loves hearing you talk dirty. Tells you to describe what you want. What you dreamed about. What you touched when he wasn’t home. If you’re shy about it, he’ll coax it out gently.

Y – Yearning He wants you. Every breath, every moan, every heartbeat. Sex with Bucky is emotional. He wants to bury himself in you and forget the rest of the world exists. He’ll make love to you until the sun rises.

Z – Zippers Hates them. Can never get them down fast enough. Metal arm is great for tearing things off, and he will shred your dress in one motion if he’s impatient. Bonus: buys you another the next day.

[lovelettersfrommai]

What Shadows Whisper

Summary: The three times you were there for Bob after a nightmare…and the one time he was there for you. 

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Reynolds x fem! Reader 

A/N: There needs to be more Bob content on this app. I need it BAD. Good grief. Reader is a witch with chaos powers (purple). If you’ve been reading Marvel fan fic for a long time, you probably get that joke. This is the longest fic I’ve written! Which is exciting, at least to me! I also got a request somewhat similar to this (and I actually wrote this BEFORE I got the request. Me and y'all are in sync for real.)

Word Count: 2.5k

Disclaimers: I do not own the rights to anything Marvel related, I am merely a nerd who hyperfixates a lot.

Warnings !: Nightmares, mentions of Bob’s drug usage, sleep paralysis, physical violence, slowwwwwwwww burn. 

When renovations finally finished on the Avengers tower, the building still had a sense of eeriness to it. Maybe it was the fact that you had been here before, years ago, when the original team was still around. You swore if you listened well enough, you could still hear the sounds of your friends, the people you once considered a team. Maybe even a family. 

Little did you know, you were not the only one haunted by the tower’s quiet halls. It had been a long day of moving things in, and despite being physically (and mentally) exhausted, you just couldn’t bring yourself to fall asleep. It was all so familiar, and yet it had none of the comfort nor familiarity that the compound had. 

You quietly walked over to the kitchen from your bedroom, making yourself a cup of herbal tea in hopes of feeling a sense of peace in the quiet night. You go through the motions, grabbing a mug and turning the electric kettle on, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, leaning against the counter top as the water boils. That’s when you heard it; the sound of whimpers, barely noticeable over the rumbling of the boiling water. At first you ignored it, but they progressively grew louder and deeper, like sobs. 

Once in the hallway, you can pin down exactly which room it’s coming from; Bob’s. Tentatively, you open the door. He’s thrashing around in bed, trapped in an unpleasant dream. You cross the room to gently put a hand on his head, the familiar thrums of something reckless and wild, something you are all too familiar with. 

Gently, you squeeze his shoulder, to try and get him out of his head. “Bob?” You whisper, eyes roaming over his face to see if it’s working. For a split second, you see his eyes rolling under his eyelids rapidly. You decide to shake him, your voice getting a little bit louder as you try to wake him from his nightmare. 

“Bob!” Your tone is a tad firmer, but it seems to do the trick as his eyes immediately shoot open, hands coming up to grab your throat. 

You heave and gasp, before using your powers to stop him, the lavender haze surrounding your hands to take him off you. As you regain your breath, you cough a bit, throat aching with the pure force that he put onto you. This seems to break Bob from his trance, as his eyes immediately soften. 

“I-I am so sorry! I didn’t- I was having a-” You shake your head. He shuts up immediately, expecting for you to chew him out the way he’s seen you do to Walker and Alexei a couple of times. He looks down at the floor, ready to be admonished like a child, but instead you speak quietly.

“Want some tea?” Your voice is a little bit gravelly from the pressure that had just been applied there, but you clear your throat and it already sounds better. Bob opens his mouth, then closes it, opting to nod wordlessly. You nod towards the door, and together, the both of you walk to the kitchen just in time for the kettle to finish boiling. You take it off of its power base and grab another mug from the cabinet, pouring you each a cup. 

The both of you sit in silence as you sip the tea. It’s not tense, nor is it particularly warm, but it is a truce, one of stability and comfort to end what was a long day. 

~ 

Bob isn’t really sure how to handle nightmares. In the night, the void infects his brain with horrific imagery, when nobody is around to help him. He tosses and turns, trying to find some rest but is only greeted by his mind playing his worst memories, reminding him of all his present anxieties and all the terrible things he’s done to the people who’ve only ever shown him kindness on some sort of sick and twisted loop. 

When he finally decides to give up on sleeping, he climbs out of bed, his pajamas sticking to his skin just like the guilt he feels for his useless existence. He doesn’t expect anyone to be awake, you all train early in the morning and go to sleep early in the night, but once he walks down the hallway, he’s surprised to see you. 

You’re curled up with a book, sitting cross legged on the couch, a blanket tossed over your lap. Before he can even consider going back to his room to wallow in self pity, you sense his presence immediately, head flicking up to make eye contact from across the room.

“You’re up.” You say simply. It’s a blatant observation.

“I- uh. Yeah. I am…” He blunders. Something about your presence is both comforting and terrifying. Maybe it’s because he’s seen you control other people with the flick of your hand, as if they were puppets on a string. But seeing you here, now, uninhibited by having to fight for your life and save the world, simply reading a book on the couch? It’s jarring. It reminds him that you, like him, are just human. 

“Had a bad dream, so…” You nod in understanding, closing the book and placing it on the coffee table. 

“Do you want to be alone, or..?” Bob shakes his head. 

“No. Stay.” He says before he can even think through his words. If you notice how much he tenses at the thought of being alone, you don’t mention it, simply beckoning him to sit on the couch beside you. He obliges, the space between you both feeling treacherous, fidgeting with his hands.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask gently. You’ve never been one to push, he thinks to himself. 

“It’s nothing you haven’t already heard before.” He looks down at his hands. Your face twists slightly as you stare at him, then you get up, grabbing the tv remote from its place on the stand.

“Then a distraction would probably be better, huh?” You turn on the tv, flipping through the channels until you eventually settle on some random nature documentary about birds in the rainforest. Not very engaging, but it’s steady. Quiet. Soothing. You move a bit closer, tossing the blanket over his lap as well as your own. He feels his spine slowly decompress and he melts into the couch already feeling incredibly more at ease with you beside him.

The documentary is enough to lull his hyperactive mind into a state of rest. As he drifts off, his body starts to slouch, his head coming down to rest on your shoulder. You freeze at first, unsure of what to do or if you should move him, but ultimately you do nothing. You stay. His presence is warm, despite the void that you know is in him. 

The next morning, Yelena is up first. She runs her hands through her blonde locks and then she stops, stumbling upon the sight of you and Bob on the couch. The tv is still on and playing some different documentary. The blanket you both are sharing has begun to slip off your laps. She tilts her head at the sight, her eyes filling with something fond before turning off the tv and leaving you two alone.

~

By the time you hit the two month mark of living in the tower, the two of you have established a routine for handling Bob’s nightmares. You’re an insomniac, he’s learned, so it’s always highly likely that you’re awake when he is awoken in the middle of the night. Depending on how bad the dream is, your guys’ routine changes; tea when he can’t really remember it, watching tv or reading him a book if he needs a distraction. He also gets special permission to go into your room. 

The nightmare wasn’t as bad today, but Bob couldn’t help but feel pissed off. He was tired, and yet every time he tried to sleep the void came back to him. He begrudgingly walks across the hallway to your room, knocking gently before walking in. 

Surprisingly, you are actually trying to sleep. You're tucked under the blankets and your head is facing the opposite wall of the door. He almost leaves when he notices, not wanting to bother you, but you turn your head and offer him a sleepy smile. His heart stutters in his chest and he finds himself walking over, just by looking at you.

“Come.” You lift up your duvet and scoot over a little, offering him solace in the warmth of your own bed. He blinks, hesitant, but eventually gives in, climbing into bed with an awkward grace that is unmistakably his. The two of you lay in silence for a little, your body angled facing him, before Bob speaks up.

“I’m so tired…” Despite your own exhaustion, you recognize the desperation in his tone. 

“…I could help you.” 

“How?”

You bring your hands up in between both of your heads, the purple haze surrounding your hands once again. 

“I can make you go to sleep? If that’s okay?” Bob hesitates. The idea of you being in his mind, willingly, fills his stomach with butterflies. You’ve already seen the void, and you’re still here. He trusts you more than he’d like to admit. With the nod of approval, your hands hover over his head. You close your eyes. 

Bob watches as the familiar lavender color drifts from your fingertips and surrounds his mind. At first, his hands instinctively grab at the sheets. He anticipates pain, but instead is greeted with the feeling of your hands, gentle as always, fingertips grazing his warm skin. His mind is then instantly flooded with something he can’t quite place.

Instead of the usual cold emptiness he feels from the void, your powers invade his brain in a warm light. It’s a stark difference from how he was feeling just a couple of seconds ago. You’ve completely surrounded his mind and body with an all encompassing spark, and for once, he feels at ease. You are so familiar. 

After muttering something he can’t quite catch, you take your hands off his forehead, his head nearly chasing it, just craving your touch. He’s left with a sense of content he’s never felt before. He feels a little bit hazy, reminding him of that feeling he got in the past when he was high on whatever he could get his hands on, only now it’s not accompanied by the paranoia; He just feels sleepy. 

You watch as his eyes droop, his body language completely different from how it had been just a mere couple of seconds earlier. Adjusting the blankets around you both, you move closer so that your head leans against his shoulder. 

“Sleep well, Bobby.” 

As he drifts off, he realizes that the nickname that his father had taunted him with all those years ago sounds just like a lullaby coming from you. 

~

Somehow, the day didn’t end when you went to sleep- Well, tried to. 

Despite your usual insomnia, you found yourself actually winding down tonight. Everything had been going well too; The mission you and the new avengers went on had gone smoothly, you got home early and were able to take the most luxurious shower of your life, Yelena had made you all dinner, and you stayed up having good conversations with the rest of the team with no fighting. By the end of the night, you had felt good enough to go to sleep. It was the making for the perfect end to an all around awesome day. 

Until it wasn’t.

When sleep finally overtook your body, you were met in the depths of your mind. It started off just like a dream would…until the colors became devoid of life, and faces of people began to blur. You could physically feel the terror of people’s minds you had hijacked in the past. Their fears are now yours. You know you’re asleep, and you know that what you’re feeling isn’t real, but you can not bring yourself to wake up. Your body is trapped under what feels like two tons worth of weight on your chest, and you swear you can see something, someone? Just watching you. 

You awaken in an uncomfortable sweat, your body shooting upright pretty much immediately after your sleep paralysis episode. Hastily, you toss the covers off of you, welcoming the bite of the cold air. 

It wasn’t real. It isn’t real.

You rub your fist into your sternum, it hurts, but you keep pressing harder and harder until you’re sure that the phantom weight is gone. That’s when you hear a soft knock on your door, followed by the quiet creak.

“Y/n?” Bob calls out from your doorway. When he takes in your state, he lets himself in the rest of the way. You won’t mind anyway. He doesn’t bother asking if you’re okay; he can tell just by looking at you. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask, voice weak and shaken from what you just woke up from. He walks closer and takes your hand away from your chest, and gently squeezes your wrist, before letting it fall back to your side. 

“Something felt…wrong.” He doesn’t know how to elaborate without feeling like a creep. He knew that something wasn’t right with you. He just had to come and check up on you. Your jaw tenses and you avoid his gaze. Rather than make tea or distract you, he sits on the edge of your bare bed, hesitating for a moment before opening his arms. A silent offer. 

Your body moves before your mind can protest the action, and you sit beside him, leaning into his embrace. The warmth of his body is immediately welcoming and you can’t help the way your body naturally relaxes, wrapping your own arms around him. He rests his chin on your head before speaking again.

“Can I ask what it was about?” His throat vibrates against your skull, and you dig your fingers into his cozy blue sweater even more. 

“Wasn’t just a nightmare. I could feel them.” You whisper. “The people I’ve hurt. Their fear. Like I was trapped in their minds while I was taking over them…” You shake your head and push into his chest slightly. He doesn't move an inch, just squeezes your body again in encouragement. 

“I couldn’t wake up. I tried.” 

“I’m sorry. It couldn’t have been pleasant.” You shrug in response, eyes heavy with exhaustion. He lets the silence settle before he helps to get your duvet back on your bed. He helps you get settled, making sure you’re comfortable. 

“Don’t go…” You mumble. Bob softens at the words, nodding. He’s not going anywhere. He crawls under the covers with you, making himself comfortable in your bed once again. Unlike usual, he is the one to close the space between you two. As you begin to fall asleep, he looks like he wants to say something- instead, he presses his forehead to yours. 

“Goodnight.” He whispers, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Goodnight, Bobby.” 

He doesn’t say it. He doesn’t need to. Not tonight. 

~

A/N: Rereading this made me realize how often I used semicolons…apologies everyone.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

One of my favorite handcrafted homes is off the market, but still listed. The 1993 "Tower House," in Saugerties, NY is so unique, I had to revisit it. 3bds, 4ba, 2,118sqft, $979,800.

The long entrance foyer has long built-in benches.

Then, you go thru 2 pony walls with large columned lamps.

There are little rooms and doors in the curved walls. They may either be closets or small baths.

The house is round, and so is mostly everything in it, especially the built-in features.

Even the floor boards are curved.

The whimsical kitchen is also curved. The lower cabinet doors have copper inserts and the uppers are glass front. Look at the interesting exhaust hood over the stove- it's kind of for decorative purposes b/c there's an old fashioned fan in the wall.

Continuing around, we come to a bedroom. Note that, unlike other round homes, it's not open in the middle- there's another round insert.

The bedroom has a cute little anteroom on the side.

Then you go up to the next level.

Where you'll find a colorful bathroom sink on the landing.

There's a nice family room up here.

That weird thing in the center of the ceiling kind of freaks me out.

The bathroom has an oddly placed toilet, but it looks like it may have been purposely placed there so you can look out of the window.

There's supposed to be a metal shop on the property, where they probably made the copper art panels.

Here's a patio.

This is a little strange.

It looks like a dentist's office, but they probably do facials or something, b/c there's no dental equipment.

And, there's this space, also. They do yoga here or something. The outer buildings can be converted to studios or guest houses.

This is a storage shed made from an old rail car.

That green building may be the metal studio.

There's a nice terrace around the top of the house.

The house is on a lovely 5 acre treed lot. Saugerties, NY is actually where the famous Woodstock concert took place and it's right next to the town of Woodstock.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/107-Fishcreek-Rd-Saugerties-NY-12477/32868055_zpid/

[girlinterupptedsblog]

Ovulating smut?

Fever for You

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, unprotected sex (reader is ovulating), breeding kink, dirty talk, possessive!Rafe, dom!Rafe, desperation, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, marking (hickeys), reader is needy and begging, slight manhandling, slight degradation (e.g., “needy little thing”), creampie, minors DNI.

You were hot. Not the good kind of hot either — more like burning from the inside out, your skin tingling and hypersensitive, your thighs pressing tight for any kind of relief, and your mind fogged with one thought and one thought only: Rafe.

Ovulating was hell when you had a boyfriend like him — tall, muscular, cocky, and walking around the house in nothing but those damn grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His shirt was always optional. His smug attitude, never.

You whimpered as you rolled over on the bed, pressing your thighs together again in a failed attempt to ease the pressure between your legs. It wasn’t helping. Nothing helped. Not the pillow you’d grinded against earlier, not your fingers, not the cool air blowing from the fan. You needed him.

And he knew it.

Rafe had been teasing you all day, throwing cocky smirks your way, brushing his fingers along your back when he passed you, purposely reaching around you to grab things just to feel your body squirm against him. He could smell it on you — your need, your heat. He was driving you insane on purpose.

You finally couldn’t take it anymore.

He was in the living room, lounging back on the couch, remote in one hand, abs on display as he flipped through channels like he didn’t have a girlfriend dying for his dick just a few feet away.

You stormed in, frustration clear in your face, your nipples hard under your thin tank top, your panties completely soaked through. “Rafe,” you practically whined, “I can’t— I need you.”

He turned slowly, raising an eyebrow, eyes dropping to your thighs, where you were clearly squeezing them together. A smirk tugged at his lips.

“You need me, huh?” he drawled, setting the remote down. “Can’t take it anymore, pretty girl?”

You nodded frantically, stepping closer, ready to drop to your knees if he asked you to.

“You know what’s wrong with you?” He stood, towering over you, cupping your jaw as his thumb dragged along your cheek. “Your little body’s so desperate it doesn’t know what to do with itself.” He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “Pussy probably begging for me.”

You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together again. “Rafe, please— I need you. I can’t think straight.”

He chuckled low in his throat, eyes dark. “Yeah? Been walking around wet all day, haven’t you?” His hand slid down your body, fingers slipping under your panties to feel just how soaked you were. “Shit,” he hissed, “you’re dripping.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you gasped, gripping his wrist. “I want you to fill me up— I need it so bad, please.”

Rafe’s pupils blew wide at your begging, his cock already hard and straining against his sweatpants. “You want me to fuck a baby into you, don’t you?” His voice was rough now, breathless. “Want to feel me deep in that needy little pussy, stretch you out, make you mine.”

You nodded desperately, eyes wide, breath shaking. “Please.”

He didn’t waste time. He threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom like it was nothing. You squealed, but the second he tossed you onto the bed, your legs fell open on instinct, your body practically begging to be used.

Rafe stood at the edge of the bed, eyes raking over you as he pulled his sweatpants down, his thick cock slapping against his stomach. Your mouth watered. Your hips rolled.

“Fucking look at you,” he muttered, crawling over you, dragging your panties down your legs and tossing them aside. “So desperate for cock, you can’t even think straight, huh?”

You whimpered, hands clinging to his shoulders. “Rafe, I need it— need you to fuck me, please.”

His fingers slipped through your folds, spreading your slick everywhere, rubbing your clit just enough to make you buck your hips up. “You’re soaking my hand, baby,” he groaned. “Can’t believe how wet you are.”

He didn’t make you wait. He lined himself up and slammed into you, making you cry out, eyes rolling back. The stretch was so good, so overwhelming, your body arching off the bed as Rafe drove his cock in deep, staying there, pulsing inside you.

“You take me so fucking well,” he groaned, kissing your neck, biting down. “Pussy’s made for me.”

He started moving, rough and fast, his hips slapping against yours, each thrust knocking the breath from your lungs. Your nails dug into his back, legs wrapped around his waist, desperate to keep him inside.

“Fuck, yes— right there—” you gasped, moaning loud. “You feel so good, Rafe— don’t stop, don’t stop—”

He reached between you, rubbing your clit hard and fast, making your body jolt beneath him. “Gonna cum already? That needy for me?”

“Yes— fuck, yes— I can’t—” Your body tensed, your orgasm slamming into you so hard your vision went white, back arching off the bed as you screamed his name.

Rafe didn’t stop, fucking you through it, chasing his own high. “Gonna fill you up, baby— pump you full of my cum, yeah? Gonna knock you up.”

You were a mess, tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity, but you loved every second of it. “Please— please do it— cum inside me—”

That was all it took. Rafe slammed into you one last time and groaned, loud and deep, as he spilled inside you, his cock pulsing, his cum filling you up just like you needed.

He collapsed over you, breathing heavy, kissing your neck and jaw, murmuring against your skin, “Good girl... took me so well... all mine.”

You were boneless, wrecked, but so satisfied, a lazy smile tugging at your lips as you sighed, “I needed that.”

Rafe chuckled, pulling out slowly, watching his cum drip from you. “Oh, baby, we’re not done. Not when you’re this needy. I’m gonna fuck you again, and again, ‘til you’re begging me to stop.”

You shivered. God help you — you wanted it.

[emslittlelibrary]

⭑ hide and seek with sylus. ⭑

⭑ while playing hide and seek at a kickback, you and sylus accidentally hide in the same closet. a really small closet. ౨ৎ

💌 ⁀➴ content warnings: 18+! lowercase intended. non-evol au. established friendship. pet name (sweetie). dry humping. fingering. slight dirty talk. almost getting caught.

💌 ⁀➴ wc: 900. ⭑ song mention: marigold. nirvana.

⭑ a note from 乇m! ⭑ how did the lads devs expect me NOT to write about dry humping sylus in a closet after the heart attack immobilized gave me??

💌 ⁀➴ thank you for reading! ౨ৎ

you didn’t know sylus followed you into the closet until you felt his broad, towering frame press against your back as the two of you wedged into the dark corner.

your first instinct was to shove him back into the bedroom—there was no way the two of you would fit in here. but he insisted, with gentle, rushed shh—shh—shhs and the impending weight of his body pinning you against the wall.

there was no point in refusing him now. you nested as neatly into the corner as you could with him bearing down on you like this. a hoarse grunt huffed through his sealed lips when you pinched his foot with your heel as you shifted over. you would’ve apologized, had he not grasped lightly at your hips to steady you again.

his belt buckle chimed when you scuffed against him, at the same time that you felt the brush of his bulge nudge your lower back. he cleared his throat, swallowing down a groan. then, as he leaned forward to prop his hands against the wall, he reeled his hips back, dodging the friction of your shut thighs.

you had no idea what came over you, especially since you and sylus had only seen each other as friends for this long, but a delicious shiver crept down your spine, and sizzled at the exact spot where he prodded you, when his quiet, slow breath fanned down the back of your neck.

you inched your hips toward him again, until the thickness in his pants scuffed the dip in your back for a second time. that shiver returned readily, burning hotter and brighter, burrowing deeper.

he grunted your name against the shell of your ear, low and rumbling. you responded by shuffling back into him again, rising to the tips of your toes until his bulge rocked into the warm pit between your thighs. he received you with a shaky, soft sigh, bucking up with a clumsy, reflexive shudder of his hips. he tried to overcompensate by faltering back, but you dragged him in again with a tug at his belt loops, rutting his hard-on against your tight, fluttering center harder, deeper.

his hips then worked into you, in hesitant, shallow thrusts at first, before unraveling into fluid pushes and pulls that hit you sweeter and sweeter, one after the other. pleasure that dripped into a puddle at the base of your stomach caused you to leak wet, sticky syrup into your leggings, meeting him where he urged his cock against you.

you rolled your hips in response to his quickening pace, and your tightening chest suddenly felt much more like a cage as it closed in on your claustrophobic heart. it became that much harder for you to stifle your breathing, since every little hiccup or gasp had to thin, and move quickly enough, to slip through the gaps in your chest.

“fuck,” he gritted out your name again, “fuck, you wanna turn around? turn around so i can make you cum? or—"

he paused briefly to slip one of his arms across your stomach, bracing you against him, while his other hand teased the waistband of your leggings.

“or this? could touch you instead. i’ll make it good—and quick."

you weren’t used to sylus talking to you like this, with such a sugar-rasped, honey-thick, almost desperate texture to his voice. it sounded like he was begging you, as he fought back every intrusive grunt or wince that followed each grind of his heavy tip seeping further into you. he hummed close to your ear, near enough for his breath to tickle the crook of your neck, for his silver hair to brush the delicate surface of your flushed skin. you needed him to touch you everywhere he could, in this sliver of space, within this sliver of time.

when you nodded, his long, thick fingers trickled past your waistband, searching for the heat of your clit. when he started rubbing against you, in slow, savoring strokes, you arched back, causing the two of you to sigh in unison.

he wouldn’t let up, grinding up into you as quickly and precisely as the sloppy, sticky circles of his fingertips. as hard as you chewed into your lip, and as tightly as he scrunched his brows, both to restrain the constant moans that threatened to escape you, the sound of your wet heat still soaked the silence in the closet with messy, drenched swishes.

“sweetie,” he called you this time, “you’re—how are you this loud?” he gritted his teeth through another breathless fuck. “the sound of you alone is gonna make me cum."

his confession brought you so close to the edge. your clit pulsed erratically. you were having a harder time finding your next breath. and the steady pace of his thrusts would lose its balance, slowing or quickening, shallowing or deepening in random spurts. you forgot, for a careless moment, that you were playing hide and seek.

but then, you were swiftly reminded when a playful shout from one of your friends echoed through the wall, travelling from the next room over. crowded laughter followed shortly after, which meant someone had been found and the round was over.

you and sylus startled apart like repelling magnets. you, in particular, may have rushed a bit too quickly for the closet door, determined to beat anyone to it before one of your friends caught you dry-humping sylus in their closet.

but, he snagged your arm, to whisper in your ear before you could leave.

“wanna hide together again?"

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