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Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Female Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)
Warnings: Sexual content, oral sex, facial, praise kink, language
Word Count: ~1.4k
Summary: Bob wants a little something just for him... and hes been such a damn good boy lately
Authors Note: Sort of a follow up to Oscar Worthy, I wrote this and just... forgot about it.
She got him under the water before he could talk himself out of it.
That was the trick with Bob⦠He'd asked for this days ago⦠standing in the kitchen with his ears going red while she told him about the smut book she was reading.
Well⦠asking is a strong word⦠he more moaned when she described a facial scene in a way that made it clear that was a fantasy of his.
She'd said yes then. But yes in the kitchen and yes with her hands sliding up his wet chest were two very different animals, and she could already feel the second one getting away from him.
She kissed him. Walked him back a step until his shoulders met the tile. His hands landed on her waist, always gentleβ¦always unsure.
"I can see your wheels turning," she said against his mouth.
"I didn't say anything."
He huffed a laugh that turned into a moan when she dragged her nails down his stomach. Water sheeted between them, warm, and he was already half-hard against her hip and a bit mortified about the speed of it.
"So the⦠the thing," he started.
"Yeahhhh," she murmured into his neck.
"It's kind of a lot to ask."
"You didn't ask. I offered." She pulled back just far enough to look at him, and there it was, that flinch he did when he wanted something too much. "Say it anyway."
His throat cleared, words stuck in it. His eyes went to the tile over her shoulder, to the water, to⦠anywhere else.
"I want to finish on your faceβ¦" he said, fast, like ripping off a bandage. Then, immediately, horrified at himself: "Which is.. okayβ¦ that's a selfish thing to want, I'm aware, it's completely one-sided, you get nothing out of it, it's just me being aβ¦"
She kissed him quiet.
"I like that you want it," she said. Plain. Like a fact. "I like that it's for you."
He stared at her. The apology he'd been building died somewhere in his mouth. She felt him shiver.
"That's the hottest thing you do, Bob."
"That⦠that can't be true."
"It's extremely true."
"Okay," he said. "Okay, that'sβ¦ you're reallyβ¦"
She wrapped a hand around him and watched the rest of the sentence leave his body. His head tipped back against the tile, hand finding the wall.
She took her time. Unhurried strokes, water sheeting warm over both of them, and she kept her eyes on his face because⦠well that was the good part.
She could watch him fall apart all night.
The way his jaw worked. The way his stomach pulled tight every time she slid her tongue over the head of his cock. He was already flushed from his throat to his chest and she'd barely started.
"You're doing so good," she said.
The whine he made wasβ¦deliciousβ¦
"Just standing there. Letting me." She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his hip. Kissed the place where it creased. Felt him twitch under her hand.
"I don'tβ¦ that's notβ¦" His hand came off the wall, hovered over her hair, unsure. "I can'tβ¦ when you'reβ¦ with theβ¦"
"You don't have to talk." She looked up. "You just have to stay right here and be good for me."
She took him in her mouth and his whole body went taut, a full-body shudder that ran from his shoulders down, and the noise he choked out bounced off the tile.
God, his face.
"Ohβ¦" He was staring down at her now, glassy, like he couldn't have looked away if there was some sort of explosion. "That'sβ¦ I'm gonna say a lot of dumb stuff in the next few minutesβ¦ and I need you to know none of it counts."
She hummed around him. He felt it.
"That's cheating," he gasped. If he wasn'tβ¦well a superhero his knees might have buckled.
She pulled back just enough to speak. Her hand kept working him slow. "You're allowed to want this, Bob."
"I do. God, I reallyβ¦ I do." It came out shaky and honest and β¦almost startled, like the wanting had caught him off guard. His thumb moved against her templeβ¦ aimlessβ¦ tender. "I wantβ¦ can Iβ¦"
"Say it."
His breath hitched. The water ran over his chest, trickling down his body. And for a second she watched him war with it, the old reflex to apologize for taking up space, but then he pushed through it.
"I want it," he said. Quieter this time. Not the act, not the bandage-rip. Just the wanting, plain. "I've wanted it for a stupid amount of time, honestly."
"Good boy." She said it like a reward, because it was.
She took him back in her mouth and stopped being gentle about it.
Deeper now, faster, her hand working the base in time with it, and Bob came apart above her in real time. His hips rocked forward before he could stop them, small helpless movements he kept trying to apologize for with his hand in her hair. The stammering had dissolved into sounds⦠babbling⦠moaning. Just breath and broken vowels and her name showing up in pieces.
There. Keep going.
"That'sβ¦ okay that's, I'm not gonna last, I'm not gonnaβ¦" The words fell out of him fast and slurred.
She hummed, feeling his cock vibrate in her throat⦠and he lost it completely.
When she looked up his eyes were already on her, glassy and wide and helplessly fixed, like he'd forgotten there was anything else to look at.
"I'm close, I'mβ¦ you have toβ¦" His voice cracked. "If you want theβ¦ you gottaβ¦"
She pulled off him and smiled.
The sound he made at the loss was obscene. She kept her hand moving. Fast now. Tilted her chin up and looked at him.
"Go on," she said. "You've been so good. Give it to meβ¦"
The panic didn't leave, not exactly, but his eyes went still. His hand slid from her hair to her jaw, cupped it, held her there. His breath was still wrecked, shallow and gasping. But when he looked at her now it wasn't asking.
"Yeah," he said. Not a question. "Yeah, okay⦠I'm⦠yeah."
He worked himself the last of the way with her hand clasped in his. She watched it hit him. Mouth open. No sound. His whole body locked. He finished on her face in hot stripes, across her cheek, her lips, the corner of her jaw. His thumb held her chin like he wanted her exactly where she was.
Good.
For a second neither of them moved. The water ran. His chest heaved.
Then she reached up. Swiped her thumb along her cheek, brought it to her lips. Licked it clean. Raised an eyebrow at him. Bob laughed.
Oh wow
"C'mere." He pulled her up off the tile, hands careful at her elbows, and steadied her against him. Then he tipped her face into the spray and cleaned his slick off of her. His thumb moved over her cheek. Her jaw. Watching his own hands. A little pleased with them.
"You good?" she asked.
"Am I goodβ¦." He huffed. "You're the one who justβ¦ yeah. I'm great. I'mβ¦ having a great night."
"You seem it."
"I feel like I unlocked something." He tilted her chin, checked the corner of her mouth, wiped his thumb there too. "Is this what confidence is? People walk around like this?"
"Don't get a big head about it," she laughed.
"Too late. This is who I am now." He kissed her. Tasted himself on her. When he pulled back he was still wearing it, that ease. "I like when you say I'm good."
"You were."
"Say it again."
She laughed against his mouth. "Now who can't stop wanting things."
She felt him go still for a half-second. Then it passed.
"Yeah," he said. Easy. "Guess you're rubbing off on me."
He reached past her and adjusted the water warmer, and pulled her back in under it, and held her there with his chin on the top of her head like a man who had all the time in the world.
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Most children's media I watched back then was primarily directed at young boys, and atla was no different. Aang is the main character, and the center of the main romance (although this was very much not the focus of the show), which is mostly shown from his perspective. The writers also talk about it from his POV. Katara is the cute older girl who sees Aang like a little kid she needs to take care of. She loves him "like a babysitter, like a little brother". But there's the wish fulfillment; even though youβre a goofy kid, the pretty older girl likes you back. I had seen that dynamic, that perspective, in kids media over and over and over again. It was always the girl who changed her mind. And as a girl who couldn't relate, it always felt like watching her get worn down. (disclaimer: these were my feelings, I'm aware they don't reflect the writers' intentions)
K/taang, from its inception, right from the mouths of the writers, was always about what Aang wanted, his wish fulfillment. What little boys would want to see.
The difference in zutara is that itβs not a male-centered fantasy. Itβs not that the girl will come around eventually, itβs that the guy has to work and change to be her friend. It's female-centric. Even k/taang fans seem to recognize this, although they view it pejoratively. βYou like Zuko cause heβs hot and you project onto Kataraβ Look, Iβm gay so no I donβt want to date Zuko, but yeah womanhood is central to Katara's arc and so I relate to her more than I do Zuko or Aang. Of course the idea that someone would change to gain your respect is more appealing than being worn down into liking someone you just previously treated like your child. And hey! Romance is wish fulfillment! Iβm sorry, is that supposed to be shameful?
K/taang fans have this constant misunderstanding that zutara is shallow and so are its fans. It's all about the aesthetic appeal of Zuko over Aang. Honestly the way they talk about it sometimes smacks of misogyny. No you canβt find this relationship deep or meaningful, you just think Zuko is hot. You donβt like their dynamic or development, you just project onto Katara because you think Zuko is hot. You dont like zutara over k/taang because theyβre completely different kinds of ships that appeal to different tastes, you just think Zuko is hot and Aang isn't.
Because women canβt possibly think deeply about these things, theyβre shallow and insipid, obviously. Do you hear yourselves?
I like Katara and Zuko together more because k/taang reminds me of every other male fantasy I had to see women be accessories to. Katara may be her own character in the show, with an arc and development and independence, but in her romance with Aang, she's just his girl.
firelord zuko who loves going to the southern water tribe not just bc it makes katara happy but also bc heβs treated like a normal guy and is put to work and only needs to do breathing exercises to remain optimally warm. not only is he meditating as he goes, he can make himself SO useful outside of the politics of it all. kanna doesnβt feel like using the spark rocks for a fire? chop chop blowtorch boy, the fire wonβt start itself. they need hot water? yeah kataraβs boy can heat that up in a few seconds and he can also do the laundry. heβll get to you in a minute heβs making me tea. hakoda is like mom you canβt just demand the firelord does chores and kanna goes well heβs not the firelord here is he. hashtag not my firelord. and donβt pretend you didnβt come in here to take him hunting. zuko is like oh i can tag along if you need me to and kanna goes no you need to do dishes after that tea is done. hakoda slinks back out and is like sorry boys the space heater canβt go, and sokka is like ah fuck. is gran-gran hogging him again. i was hoping he could warm my hands when they get cold. and katara goes well i wish you would all stop stealing my boyfriend but we canβt all get what we want can we sokka.
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one of the things the atla universe writers can never do properly is write about the entire bender vs non bender situation lol. they consistently have plots where non-benders want recognition and justice because they feel like they're being mistreated by the benders, and the writers always make them out to be the villain. i still think in the original show they dealt with this topic fairly well, but the legend of korra and the movie is where it really just falls flat in the face. both the movie and tlok constantly sideline and neglect their non-bending characters, or just not have any (except the ONE token non-bender!), and then try to act like the in canon non-benders are stupid for saying they're being mistreated. like you are LITERALLY proving their point !!!!!!!! for example, the movie essentially making sokka entirely useless (except giving him a flying bicycle for one hype aura moment which inevitably leads nowhere), and then erasing almost ENTIRETY of it's other non-bending cast, just makes me think, hey maybe the denied have a point actually. i understand that it's a movie and they can't bring in every single side character, but was suki not a part of the main gang by the end of the show? was sokka not a leader, a strategist and eventually a politician? why couldn't we hear sokka's thoughts on the denied? i understand that the denied are violent and have disruptive ways of being seen and heard, but isn't their core principle right? are the non-benders not treated worse?
this isn't even a new point that was first mentioned in tlok. you see it in the original show. except they never spell it out for you. you see it in the way sokka feels about himself, you see it in the way toph initially treats sokka and assumes he's useless because he can't bend. the boiling rock episodes aren't just fun, but they're such good examples of sokka, suki and hakoda, (and mai and ty lee!!!!) who are all non-benders, doing most of the heavy lifting to get them out. sokka with his brain, suki with her fearlessness and dedication to her art, and hakoda with his strength. the atla universe always comes so close to addressing this issue with maturity and dignity and then just backtracks when it realises it can't give it too much time because it isn't as cool as bending. it just makes me angry.
THIS is what I hope more fans pay attention to. Yes, the animation was stunning. Yes, it was great to see a continuation of the ATLA story. Yes, it wad great to get so much lore around Sonim, and Tagah, and energy bending, BUT -
Half of the entire movie, the actual secondary conflict of the overarching story, was poorly written and made no effort to continue the narrative from the original series. Sokka, the one many would argue was THE MOST IMPORTANT NONBENDER of the series, was reduced to nothing more than comic relief when he SHOULD have been in the middle of the Denied conflict. It should have been SOKKA navigating the airship and taking the lead when everything started to fall apart. As he had done SO MANY times before.
We're allowed to be critical of the movie. We SHOULD be critical of the movie. Because we (and the characters) deserve a writing team who cares about the ATLA universe just as much as we do. We don't need shoddy fanservicing.
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