30 something, atm obsessed with COD- Ghost
Writer, music, requests open
I've always had these episodes since I was a kid. There's a…There's a high, then there's a big low, and then my memory just goes blank. But this time, I feel like there's…I don't know, something bad happened or I did something bad.
LEWIS PULLMAN as Robert Reynolds
THUNDERBOLTS* (2025) — dir. Jake Schreier
General and xF!Reader NSFW Headcanons
(if there's a short drabble mixed in please forgive me).
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 3,323
Note: This is something that has been a WIP since November of 2025, but during tonight's LewFreaks Drabble Event I sat down and got back to work on it. I do plan on finishing the rest of the alphabet.
Event Participants Tag List: @hi-res-tm, @lalalunascope, @abbottsdarling, Crispy, @rhettled, @fandomxo, @bowlingforgerbils, @fairyheart, @prettygirlwyattrussell, @lollypopunicorn14
GET TO KNOW ME:
I swear, man, I just woke up in this place. One minute, I was, you know, getting my blood drawn for this medical study, and the next I'm here. In my pajamas. I don't know what's happening.
characters ▸ BOB REYNOLDS
Pairing: Bob Reynolds/Sentry x Fem!Reader!
Word Count: 8,184
Smuttiness below the cut! 18+ Minors DNI! (Fingering, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Sentry makes an appearance, Dirty Talk, Unprotected P in V Sex (wrap it up), Hyperspermia, probably more but I don’t remember)
Author’s Note: This is from the smut prompts you guys sent me and it went off the rails evidently, so I hope y’all enjoy :) This is just pure smut with no plot which is shocking but yeah, I was in a mood lol.
You had found yourself in Bob’s bedroom for the fourth time that week, intertwined with him while the two of you were in another one of your breathless battles that neither of you ever surrendered to.
There was no gentle beginning to it. No lingering conversation or careful negation of who would lead and who would follow. The question was always answered through your touches–through the impatient gripping of hands on hips, fingers clawing and scratching the skin beneath your clothes, with mouths colliding hard enough to leave your lips tender, raw and wet afterward. It was decided in every shove and answering pull, in the gasps and quick breaths when one of you managed to gain an advantage–no matter how temporary it may have been.
Babe this was SOOOOOO good 😩😩😩
Pairing: Bob Reynolds/Sentry x Fem!Reader!
Word Count: 8,184
Smuttiness below the cut! 18+ Minors DNI! (Fingering, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Sentry makes an appearance, Dirty Talk, Unprotected P in V Sex (wrap it up), Hyperspermia, probably more but I don’t remember)
Author’s Note: This is from the smut prompts you guys sent me and it went off the rails evidently, so I hope y’all enjoy :) This is just pure smut with no plot which is shocking but yeah, I was in a mood lol.
You had found yourself in Bob’s bedroom for the fourth time that week, intertwined with him while the two of you were in another one of your breathless battles that neither of you ever surrendered to.
There was no gentle beginning to it. No lingering conversation or careful negation of who would lead and who would follow. The question was always answered through your touches–through the impatient gripping of hands on hips, fingers clawing and scratching the skin beneath your clothes, with mouths colliding hard enough to leave your lips tender, raw and wet afterward. It was decided in every shove and answering pull, in the gasps and quick breaths when one of you managed to gain an advantage–no matter how temporary it may have been.
Babe this was SOOOOOO good 😩😩😩
Bob Floyd X Reader
Summary: After one too many drinks, you drunkenly confess your feelings to Bob. The next morning smut ensues. That it guys, thats the plot.
Warnings: Porn with some plot, Smut, explicit sexual content, kissing, physical intimacy, alcohol consumption, drunkenness , dirty thoughts, consensual sexual activity, drunken confessions, no use of y/n, penetration (p in v), Bob being adorable.
Word count: 3.7K
You weren’t drunk.
Okay, maybe a little bit.
Maybe one glass too many. But hey, that’s okay, because your brain still seemed to be functioning just fine. Unfortunately, the only thought currently echoing inside your head was: dick, dick, dick.
So yeah. Maybe one too many.
In your defense, Bob looked really fucking good tonight. The fucking jeans were teasing you, messing with your brain and begging you to let the crush you’d been harboring for the man for ages slip from your not-so-sober lips.
It hadn’t yet. But the night was still quite young. And you were feeling very comfortable in your skin.
Pairing: Bob Floyd x Fem!Fiancé!Reader
Summay: Bob wakes up from a wet dream with one goal in mind. You. As soon as you're back from your workout.
CW: 18+ MDNI! Smut!! Un-protected P in V (make good choices), post-workout sex, oral (fem recieving), fingering, multiple orgasms, spanking, pussy spanking (I don't know how we got there), dirty talk, slight dom/sub dynamics, use of good girl/boy, over-stimulation, tears (good ones), body worship?. Aftercare, fluff towards the end. Can be interpreted as Reader having slight body image issues (calls herself gross after the workout multiple times).
Author's note: Ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between, please fasten your seatbelt and put your tray tables into their upright positions as we begin our descent into Smut City. Thank you for flying Air Unhinged. That's it. That's all I've got to say. I'll go sit in a corner now. (Can be read as a part of the Little Peanut Universe or as a stand-alone.)
Word count: 5493
