Bob hasn't really, properly been touched in awhile. A few lame bro hugs here and there. A handshake from the cab driver in Malaysia. A physical from a doctor's cold hands, before undergoing the medical trial that would change his life. But his childhood lacked so much in affection. So much.
And forget about skin to skin contact. He's had a few brief encounters while high that he doesn't care to remember, and he's never been in love. It was always about getting the next fix.
When Yelena touches him, it's like she touches his soul. Like he's clean, not damaged by his past. She reaches for him like it's the easiest thing in the world. And she touches him often, like she wants to.
The first time they made contact - her fingertips against his - he chalked it up to the randomness of the moment. Surely this woman wasn't actually trying to reach for him in the explosion, let alone hold his hand. He's disgusted with himself afterward - why had he caused her to relive such an awful memory? Always making it worse...always.
But Yelena touches him again. "Are you hurt?" A gentle grip on the shoulder, traveling up his neck. When he feels her - ruffling the soft baby hair on the back of his head - he freezes instantly. It takes every effort to give her a stiff nod. To look her in the eye. To not fall to his knees, overwhelmed with her warmth. "No, I'm fine, m'fine," he manages, his voice so thin it's barely there. But what he means is, "Oh, god. Please don't stop, Yelena. Ever again."
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Who Told You I Was Here? (Boblena bathhouse one shot)
TWWWWWW!!!!!!!! Nudity (no descriptive words), adult joke(?), swearing, John Walker
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IN THE WORK PLACE~
Yelena was lazily sitting in her office, well by sitting, she was leaning down far enough into the water only her nose and up was visible. Her eyes were slant, iris barely visible behind her tired lids, she was either sleeping with her eyes open (again) or just… distracted. What she didn’t know, what she wanted to know and what she did know circled around in her head behind her eyes. Her blonde hair stuck to the back of her neck, cold, and wet. She wasn’t expecting visitors, since she told everyone she was, dealing with ‘big potato stuff’ in her case, a small moment to herself. Rare and few, but still hers.
But when he crept in, quiet, tense, anxiety riddled through his body language… she couldn’t just tell him no. He knew she was there, and now she did but with her mind being nothing less but hazed, it failed to trigger any sense of realization when he walked closer.
“Yelena..?” His voice came out small regardless of the large and open space.
A soft hum sounded from her, recognition settling in upon hearing his voice, realization trailing in behind it like a lost dog. For a second she sat there, eyes opening wider to meet his, well, till she realized how he came in so quietly.
His normally tame and gentle brown waves, now tossed and slightly moist with sweat. ‘Busy day.’ She thought to herself as her eyes lingered a little longer on areas they probably shouldn’t.
Her eyes darted up instinctively, the second her name left his mouth he claimed the forefront of her attention. Her back straightening up before she could think. Water trickling down her shoulder or pooling in the dips of her collarbone.
“Privet, Bob.” She answered him with a smile. Eyes glistening and catching the light thanks to the large magnitude of overhead lights.
“Can… can I, join you..?” He asked with a thick layer of regret, expecting an almost immediate no. But when she nodded, shifting away from the steps so he could join her, he couldn’t help the smile drawing across his face.
“да Bob, I don’t bite.” She reassured when he still looked hesitant. His hand clutching the edge of his towel tight. It sat perfectly around his hips, lean and slightly flushed muscle gleaming with a faint layer of sweat. Perhaps he just finished a training session a work out maybe.. but, in this small occasion, as he stood there almost bare.
Yelena’s eyes quietly sizing him up, she felt, no she was quite flushed. Probably as much as Bob would be if he had noticed. Instead he jerked the towel off, discarding it by the edge of the water as he lowered himself in. Back braced firmly against the wall.
“I don’t bite.” She teases, watching his eyes dart around for something to focus on. When they don’t she continues, staring right through him. “At least not anymore..”
“Oh, oh god—“ He chokes on a shallow inhale, eyes finally locking with hers. She leans forward, daring him to keep her gaze.
“So tense, it’s just a bit of vater and Vell..” She trails off, her eyes falling down his bare torso. Instinctively causing him to jerk his arms over his chest. Her smirk widens as she moves to sit beside him, her bare leg pressed against his.
“BOBBY??’ John’s voice, loud and obnoxious filled the stretch of peaceful silence.
“Oh shit, Valker.” Yelena’s hand clasped around Bob’s shoulder, not hard but with steady pressure the skin underneath grew warm.
“Huh? Who, who?” Bob questioned. Turning his head to see what she seen. But instead greeted with a face full of water. As well, Yelena less then gently shoved him down, head first. (Sorry Bob.)
“What the fuck, Belova.” A visible vein in John’s forehead matched the hint of disgust in his eye.
“Privet, Valker.” Yelena returned his sharp glare, keeping a firm hand steady on Bob’s shoulder. Whom, apparently—was okay with this.
“You gonna let him up anytime soon?” John questioned, standing a few feet away, with just about the perfect view of their backs from where he stood.
“Nyet. He isn't don't yet.” Yelena replied with a faint smirk on her face. Watching Johns expression shift through everyone she could list.
“That is fucking disgusting.” He called over his shoulder as he left. Hands shoved deep into his pockets as he already tried to haze the memory lodged in his mind.
Once out of sight, Bob’s head popped up, salted water trickling down his face as he gasped hard for air. Yelena couldnt help but snort, her infamous laugh filling the air.
“I am so sorry Bob!” She squeaked, moving away before he could fully focus on anything but breathing. (Poor Bob)
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One night they're really invested in the book and getting close to the ending, so Bob keeps reading to her during a late night dinner and afterward, when she's curled up on the couch.
Yelena's eyelids start to get heavy. "You know, I think this trick of yours is actually working."
Bob glances up from the page, marking the chapter with his thumb. "You're falling asleep?"
Yelena's voice is thick and raspy. "Yeah, I should go to bed, but I still want to hear the rest of the story."
Bob swallows. "I could, um...I could read the rest to you in bed. I-if you want."
Yelena blinks. She does want that. More than anything right now. "Yeah. Come on."
They shuffle into Yelena's bedroom, where she turns on a soft lamp and flops onto her mattress, burrowing into her duvet and arranging a fluffy pillow under her head. She lies on her side facing Bob, who shimmies up next to the headboard and clears his throat before resuming his place.
His voice is low and lulling, the most soothing sound Yelena has ever heard. She closes her eyes, letting its cadence and vibration wash over her.
It isn't long until she's peacefully dreaming. Bob notices her breath deepen, her body go soft, but he doesn't stop reading until the last page. He pauses, reveling in her beauty for just a moment before clicking off the lamp and making to get up.
The shifting sheets make Yelena stir.
"Bob," her voice emerges in the dark, and it's a small voice, vulnerable, almost a plea.
Bob stiffens, his heart skipping. "Yelena?"
"Stay," she says. "Please."
In the darkness, she can't see his lips curl into a smile. She only feels him sink back into the mattress, hears his exhale as though he was holding his breath.
"Of course," he says at last. "Of course I'll stay, Yelena."
It's Yelena who silently closes the distance between them, placing her hand on his chest.
But it's Bob who takes her hand in his. Threads his fingers with hers. Lies awake a little longer, wondering how the hell he got so lucky.
Somewhere in those 14 months - maybe over a quiet night after family dinner in the Tower, when it's dark but they're all too keyed up to go to bed - Bob is by the window gazing out at stars in the night sky when an inkling of memory comes over him.
Shadows over Manhattan. A heaviness in his chest. An explosion of pain and rage. And then...a sudden lightness. Warmth. A flood of...peace.
Fragments of feeling he's not sure what to make of. He stares and stares outside, trying to make sense of it all, fidgeting with his hands. There's a memory in them, too. Of clinging to someone.
Yelena. Yelena...holding him. Her arms finding him, her voice soft in his ear. You're not alone. I'm here. She didn't let go, even as he punched into the darkness, as he broke, as tears streamed down his face. She never let him go.
In the aftermath, the comedown, the emotional hangover - she was still there, still enfolding him in her embrace. He remembered trembling for her, as his deep well of sorrow began to recede. Because she lay beside him, hand on his chest, the contours of her body pressed perfectly to his. She wasn't leaving. She wasn't going to leave him.
The full body contact overwhelmed him with a comfort he'd never thought he'd receive. And for the first time, he allowed himself to. Allowed himself to return her touch. He had taken her arm in his hand. Grasped her close to him.
I want you here, Yelena, the touch communicated, as his heavy breath had steadied again. I've wanted you so much.
"Uhh, Earth to Bob," Walker's voice carries across the room, jarring.
Bob swivels around, dazed. "Huh?"
"You want in on this game or not?" Ava asks, waving a deck of Cards Against Humanity with a wicked smile. "We got Bucky on board."
Bucky gives a half-shrug of his metal arm. Meanwhile, Yelena is just watching him quietly. A question in her eyes.
Bob swallows. He hopes, begs with his whole heart, that this memory wasn't just a dream. And he needs to know.
"I - did we -" Bob struggles to form words, as he meets her gaze. He feels his face get hot. "Did you, uh, hug me?"
Alexei breaks into a wide grin. He slaps his leg. "Yes! He remembers group hug!"
"We all did, Bob," says Bucky gently.
"Yeah, but Yelena was the first one to reach you," Ava adds. "She flipped across a room full of flying obstacles."
"It was pretty fucking cool, actually," admits Walker, to everyone's surprise.
They're all watching him. Yelena studies Bob as though trying to tell him something with her look. A tiny, hopeful indent between her brows. The barest hint of a smile forming on her lips.
Bob can't help it. He beams back at her, big and goofy, his heartbeat in his ears. With a fluttering sigh and a scratch of his head, he says, "I guess I have some catching up to do. But, um, for now, cards."
They don't push the subject further. It was important, they had all agreed, to let Bob go at his own pace. But the mood is lighter that night.
He sits beside Yelena while Ava deals them in. After a few seconds, under the table, Yelena's hand slowly comes to rest on his knee and he all but leaves his body. It feels so natural, so loving, so good.
Without hesitation he covers her hand with his, lacing his fingers with hers. This time there's no exchange of shameful memories. Only their shared heartbeats now. Only the promise of more touches to come.
They don't let go the whole game. If the others notice - and they definitely do - they say nothing. They had earned it.
Yelena's palms, covering his eyes, slide away. Bob, hunched over to compensate for their height difference, straightens and blinks.
By the Tower windows, a big comfy chair and matching footrest is laden with a stack of books, a box of snacks, and a bathrobe.
Bob's eyebrows raise. Of all the things Yelena was going to show him, he's not sure what he expected. Some fancy tech integration? New Avengerz merch? A gun? (He thought it might be a gun).
But this? This was...pretty normal, considering all the extraordinary stuff he's encountered since unofficially joining team Thunderbolts. Which was fine, too. Extraordinary was what he wanted, what he sought, after all.
But he also needed ordinary. To feel grounded, safe. At home. And this little nook, made just for him, looked like them saying that. Welcome home. He liked it.
He really liked it.
"You...did this?" he finally murmurs.
Yelena inclines her head at her work. She wanted Bob to feel like a part of things. Like he lived here too. Not a liability, but one of them. Part of a family. Something she wants just as badly.
"Well, I'll take credit for the idea, but it was a team effort," she says. "The supersoldiers moved the furniture, we all pitched in for snacks, and I picked out the books. You said you liked reading...so." She glances over to him at last, and Bob is surprised to see her cheeks pinking. "So, um, I hope you like it. You deserve a quiet space of your own. And it's your birthday, after all, so...surpriiise."
Bob's eyelids flutter. "It is?"
"You...you don't know what day it is, do you," Yelena realizes. She shrugs. "Oh, well, that's okay. Yeah, we noticed from your files, but it's more about you being important to us no matter - "
Before she can say another word, Bob reaches for her, enfolds her in his arms.
It's unexpected to her. She's used to reaching for him all the time. Coming to his defense.
And now, she feels...totally defenseless. In a good way. In a very new way.
She melts into his warm embrace. Presses her cheek against the soft fabric over his chest, where she can hear his heartbeat. It's fast.
"Thank you, Yelena," he says, voice a little choked, soft against the crown of her head.
Her heartbeat is fast, too.
She takes a breath, noting the musky cedar scent of his shampoo. It feels so natural and right and good when she says, "Welcome home, Bob."
He smiles against her hair. Holds her tight, like he doesn't want to let go.
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Short one-shot featuring bedside hurt/comfort (Bob singing Yelena lullabies, Sentry healing, going feral on her enemies), vague mission is vague, quickie smut (post-mission sex, lotus position, riding Bob into the sky)
*I was inspired to write this after The Jake Schreier said (in Thunderbolts* commentary) that the alternative consideration for the limo scene was "Kiss You All Over" by Exile. Also in response to a poll result that my next fic should feature Bob comforting Yelena (which I love and will surely write again *rubs my evil little hands together in Boblena*)
Bob spends the hour listening to her breathing.
He doesn't want to try any kind of healing until he knows what state she's in, until she can function normally. But he reasons, as long as her heart beats, he can breathe too.
He thinks about what he'll tell her, once they're back at the Tower. How he'll try to make her laugh. How he'll make her a cup of tea, rub her tired shoulders. Maybe, as Bucky encouraged him, finally get the courage to tell her how he feels.
Anything, as long as she's okay.
Sometimes he closes his eyes, imagining how it would feel to sleep beside her. She's almost peaceful as she lies beside him, as he strokes her hair, as he sings close to the shell of her ear so softly:
"Now, do you believe in rock 'n' roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?..."
*
Waking up, Yelena licks her lips, tasting blood. The air feels hot and dusty, the ground solid beneath her, and her head hurts like a motherfucker. She blinks grit out of her eyes. It's quiet, and a strange little ache of fear catches her chest. A fear that she's been left alone.
The feeling is pervasive. And it's not just that, she realizes as it takes hold of her. It's Where's Bob?
As it turns out, he's lying beside her.
She hears and feels him before she sees him - a warm nudge of his arm against her own. A somewhat familiar melody, hummed softly in his deep register, before it stops abruptly.
"Oh, hey," he says, a note of anticipation heightening his tone. "You're awake."
Yelena's voice is gravelly, and her words are a jumble as she scrunches her face. "Oh, no...did we explode again?" She pauses, looking down at their bodies, at their arms side by side. "Except...I don't remember you in my shame corner in the woods again."
"You mean neck of the woods?"
"No, I mean shame - you know what I mean," Yelena moans at the twinge in her head, blinking askance at him.
But Bob doesn't look like he's been caught in a blast as of late. He looks, actually, rather comfortable - supine, legs splayed out, fingers laced together, hands resting on his abdomen. His lean-muscled arms are bare in a white t-shirt.
"No, it's okay." His head is turned toward her, as if he's been waiting politely for her to wake. His curls frame his concerned expression. "We're safe now."
Yelena starts to sit up, winces, thinks better of it. "What happened?"
Bob glances down his jeans at his sneakers, wiggling them a little, like a nervous tic. "You've been knocked out cold for about an hour," he says low. "The assailant you were fighting hit you pretty hard. And when you went down..." He stops, swallows. "I, uh. Intervened."
Yelena's eyes go wide.
"I punched him," Bob clarifies sheepishly, then mumbles, "Couldn't stand seeing you get hit like that. It was -" He frowns, and his voice breaks a little. "It was brutal, and I just lost it. I was so worried for you."
It was only recently that the team had agreed to let Bob escort them on missions, Yelena remembered that much. He'd been progressing well, honing his powers as Sentry and making strides in therapy the last few months. He was overjoyed when they relented, having spent all this time anxiously awaiting their returns in the Tower, doing what he could - dishes and all - but wishing he could only be more useful.
Yelena scrunches her brow. "How long have you been waiting there?"
"Oh, the whole time," Bob says softly, nodding. "I wanted to be here when you woke up, and I convinced the team to let it be me while they finished the mission. They thought it was best not to move you while you were, um, unconscious. We're kind of in a medical desert."
"I don't even remember where the mission was posted." Yelena squirms and manages to sit up at last, if only to chance a look around, but her vision is fuzzy and everything is reeling. Her armor has been carefully removed, as though she's been checked for internal bleeding. Her white tank top is dirty and her tactical pants are ripped up. "Ugh." She touches her temple, feeling tenderness. Definitely leaving a bruise.
"Hey, hey, don't move too fast." Bob frowns, scrambling to kneel in front of Yelena, holding her gently by the shoulders to steady her. His eyes dart over her face before landing on her gaze. Two blurry Bobs swim before her. "Yelena, I'm - I'm no doctor, but I think you have a concussion."
Yelena groans, pouts. "What? No, you're the one with memory problems."
Despite himself, a little chuckle escapes Bob. He looks really cute when he smiles like that, she thinks.
"I'm a Widow." Yelena's bruised, but so is her ego. "You know, the last time this happened, I still got my hooks in him before he could give me the slip. Am I losing my edge or something, like -"
"No, no," Bob insists, and his brows are knit together as he scans her face. Then, like a reflex, he tucks an errant strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "Never."
Yelena can't help but smile at his eager reassurance. Then a pang splits her head like a lightning flash, and she whimpers behind clenched teeth.
"Come here, c'mere, I got you," Bob says quickly, and his hands come to rest on her temples, holding her still. Yelena freezes, blinking.
"What are you doing?" she asks, but her tone of voice has softened considerably.
Bob's eyes go wide, and his fingertips twitch a little against the sides of her face, like he's feeling for something. "I uh, sorry - I just think I can help. Before we can actually get you checked out, I mean."
His hands are warm, and his face is growing flushed.
"What do you - " Yelena begins.
"Just a second," Bob insists, deep blue eyes locked on hers. "Try to, um...just stay still."
His breath is shallow as he focuses. Yelena can feel it stirring between them.
She doesn't move. Doesn't speak. For what seems like eternity he remains kneeling in front of her, eye contact unbroken.
The little worried pinch between his eyes is still there. But his irises are laced with a bright gold now, and his expression is soft. His lips are parted. Yelena finds herself deeply distracted by that fact.
The throbbing in Yelena's head begins to dissolve, like Bob's fingers are delicately pulling threads of pain out of her. The sensation, faster than ibuprofen and a more pleasant shock to the system than a shot of vodka, is nothing short of magical.
Then Bob shudders. His breathing gets shaky. His eyelids flutter, and he studies her whole face - down to her lips.
"There," he murmurs. His hands begin to give way, but he pauses. His thumb brushes her cheek, just once, a seemingly involuntarily gesture. "Better?"
"Yeah...yeah, so much better, actually." Yelena touches the back of her head, where the pain has stopped blooming completely.
"You sure?" Bob pauses, his hands finally sliding back down to her shoulders, resting lightly there again.
"One hundred percent sure." Yelena's voice, and all her senses, come into crystal clear focus. She cracks her neck, and it feels amazing. "Wow. Thank you. When did you add the healing to your powers?"
"It's involved in the telekinesis, if I concentrate hard enough." Bob tilts his head slightly, glancing up at her between his wavy brown locks. "I've been practicing for this kind of thing. You really had me worried there, Lena," he says softly, and his hands finally fall away from her.
And something about the way her name in short form slips out - familiar, with a note of longing - prompts her to say it.
"Don't stop," she says quickly, urgently.
It comes out like a command - but in the almost desperate way reserved only for Bob.
Bob, stay.
Bob swallows, pupils blown wide. "Don't stop...?"
"Don't stop touching me," Yelena blurts out, and her voice is quivering at the edges. "Please."
Bob doesn't question it, at first. He only hears Yelena ask for something, and everything in him desires to comply.
So he reaches for her again, resting his fingers on the sides of her face.
"You want - you want me to keep doing this?" he asks, uncertain. "Are you still feeling -"
Very slowly, Yelena shakes her head. "I just want - " she begins, her smoky voice broken. "I need this."
She leans into his touch. Closes her eyes.
And Bob understands now. Yelena...wants his hands on her.
The thought makes his mouth dry and his insides clench, quickens his pulse, sends a jolt of pleasure down below his waist.
Bob exhales, and his words come out in a rush. "Then I won't - I won't stop touching you."
"That would be good."
"Yes."
A pause. They both wait, aching, in the silence. Yelena's eyeliner is smudged. Bob can only notice how pretty her hazel eyes are.
"Hey, what song were you humming," Yelena asks, "before I woke up?"
"Well, um - I mostly sang to you," Bob admits. "'American Pie', mostly. Your dad said it was your favorite lullaby and that it might help you come to. And that made me think of other good oldies, you know, the ones that make you feel happy and nostalgic. Journey and Abba and stuff. And that one was, um, 'Kiss You All Over' by Exile."
Yelena nods. "That was a good one."
Bob's expression is still intense, but in a different way. He looks her over not just with care - but, given her permission, with hunger. His breath grows heavy with each rise and fall of his chest.
Finally, he shatters. His deep voice is tentative, but intent.
"If I kissed you right now," he says, "I wouldn't be able to stop, either."
"Oh." Yelena moves closer. Just an inch, and it's enough. "Oh, like - " she begins.
"All over," Bob says raggedly, swallowing. His chin is tucked down, and he looks up at her through dark eyes.
"Yeah, I'm gonna need that too," Yelena whispers, gaze falling to his mouth.
They're only a breath apart when Bob's fingertips melt into open palms against either side of her face, pulling her in just enough.
His mouth is soft, tender on hers - and just underneath it, barely concealed, is a desperate, frantic need.
He's still kneeling, and Yelena leans into his kiss, rising on her knees to meet him. She wraps her arms around his waist, presses her body up against his. Mirroring his physical contact in every sense.
It's enough to make Bob, the man with the power of a thousand suns, go weak.
It's one thing to be touched like this, with a kind of certainty and desire he'd never known, and another altogether that it's her. The one person he's ever felt anything this strongly for.
Just when he's sure it can't get any hotter, Yelena's hands move to his hips and push him down with a little force. Even if she'd used all of her strength, normally he wouldn't budge - but since it's her, he loses all resistance.
And Yelena loves to push him around a little. Loves how pliable he is with her, how it clearly turns him on. His moan trembles, sweet and soft at the edge of her lips.
Yelena climbs onto his lap, straddling him as she deepens the kiss, and Bob goes fully rigid under her weight, her heat. Her boldness and confidence send a shiver up his spine, make his brain turn to mush.
"Oh, my god," he murmurs against her neck as soon as her kisses trail down his jaw, and it's all he can say, all he can process. "Jesus christ."
His hands are in her hair, and his cock is throbbing between her thighs. He feels her tighten around him, then start to rock against him, and he's done for.
"All over, huh?" she teases him, voice breathy in his ear. "Show me."
Bob knows they're in a remote location right now. That they're alone, that no one's going to stumble upon them. But either way, he feels like nothing could have stopped them from having each other right then and there.
He's usually one for slow and steady, but with Yelena setting the pace, this moment calls for urgency. Bob finds the edge of her tank top, peels it off in one fell swoop, tosses it aside. Yelena looks just as surprised as he does, and holy fuck she looks amazing, he thinks, her hair messy and her plush lips soft and open, her small breasts peeking over a low-cut sports bra.
She pulls his sweat-laced t-shirt up over his head, runs her hands over his toned chest and abs, growls a little.
"I hope you're prepared to be eaten alive," she says.
"Oh, yeah, the widow thing," Bob pants, a smile breaking his mouth. He loves this, knew it would be like this between them - playful and relentlessly passionate at the same time.
"Mmm, I think it's a you and me thing." Yelena's hips grind steadily against him now, driving him insane. Bob tilts his head back, closing his eyes, a whimper escaping behind his lips. "I don't think anyone has ever wanted to devour someone this bad."
"Oh, then I'll - I'll gladly die for this," he insists deliriously, and the hands gripping her hair move down her back, tentatively cradling her ass and thighs. "You got me right where you want me."
Yelena smirks, deftly unbuckling his belt. "You're so gentle with me, Bob. You don't have to be. I trust you."
His blush creeps all the way to his ears as she works his jeans off. "I just wanna take good care of you."
It's so rare since Yelena has heard anyone express this, and it makes her melt into his kisses again as she wiggles her panties off. He watches her with adoration as she lowers herself to him.
They're face to face in this position, and the intimacy of it is overwhelming in the best possible way. Yelena strokes his back as she takes the full length of him inside her, rolling her hips.
Tears spring to Bob's eyes. He can't help it. She looks so radiant, and they feel so perfectly made for each other like this.
She fucks him slow at first, and he's an utter wreck, feeling her hot wetness pulse around him, making needy sounds in his throat. She pulls him to her, and his lips come home to the hollow of her throat, inching across her collarbone, dipping down to her breasts.
"I love you," he says against her skin between kisses. "Love you, Yelena."
And she says it back. Whispers his name breathlessly, picking up her rhythm.
Bob loses nearly all his ability to form thoughts as he traces kisses down her sternum, back up to her neck, across her shoulders.
He's right on the cusp of finishing, barely holding back until Yelena's breath hitches and her hips stutter, riding him faster and harder.
The second she clenches around him, drenching him in slickness, his climax soars through him. He grips her tight, spilling into her, gasping obscenities. Yelena doesn't let up one bit, and it's not until he's thoroughly ridden and boneless that he returns to kissing her everywhere.
Because Bob isn't satisfied until he's kept his promise. Until he settles her back on the ground, trails kisses down her stomach and thighs, spreads her legs, and tongues her all the way down to her swollen clit. Licks himself out of her, makes her see stars again.
When and only when he's seemingly tasted every inch of her does he say, with a knowing grin, "Yeah...all over."
Yelena's sex-drunk smile matches his as she pulls him to her chest, combing her fingers through his hair with a contented sigh.
*
Neither of them know how much time has passed while they lie cuddled up in their afterglow. Only that once they're dressed, they have to get back to the Tower somehow.
So Bob doesn't say a word as he scoops her up into his arms like his bride. He doesn't have to, as he kisses Yelena's forehead, as she presses her cheek against his chest, as they fly home together. She knows he'll always take good care of her.
So I’m not a newly found author/writer or nothing I’ve been doing it for a while (I personally don’t think I’m that good-)
Uhm but on August 24th (hopefully) i will gain an Ao3 Account so i’m going to post my work on their YAY! This would be my first time posting anything anywhere for it’s purpose but like….. Yolo? :’)
uhm yeah! But I work best under pressure so here I am being an idiot and gut spilling on a post for my work—whoops TT”
ANYWAYS ONTO THE IMPORTANT PARTS <3
I want to note some of these have heavy topics such as SH, Addiction, SA, Death and violence TT” (probably others that I forgot yeesh-)
MY FANFICS
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• Deep Roots (Marvel x The Rookie x Oc)
character list: The Rookie: Celina, John, Lucy, Oscar (for a bit of spice), Bradford, Seth, (maybe) Tamara. Marvel: Yelena Belova, Robert ‘Bob’ Reynolds, James ‘Bucky’ Buchanan Barnes, Ava Starr, John F. Walker, Alexei Shostak. My ocs: Antona ‘Rocky’ Darianna Marshal, Wyatt Frank Marshal
• In this Au: A world ending war breaks out when Dr. Doom and his army of mind controlled goons attempt to take over most of the US. With power pumped enforcers taking a head forward lead in NYC, tactical support makes up the far side, how will this end? Will the continent be plummeted into a new reality of mind controlled and hardship or will raw willpower and strategically trained people stop this before it becomes too late?
• That Wasn’t Me Officer! (Cop/Criminal Marvel Au)
Character List: Yelena Belova (P.rn star gone wrong), Robert ‘Bob’ Reynolds (tired and over it all band kid turned cop <3), John F. Walker (Bob’s coworker and passenger princess), Ava Starr (As John’s wife :D)
• In this Au, who knew love could be like this? Hearts beating and lights flashing. Camera’s enough to make your skin crawl, Can she handle it all? Then one morning brings Yelena to run into non other than the infamous cold and calculated Officer Reynolds. And now she’s on his books but does she want to be saved?
• Different Perspectives (Marvel One Shot based on ‘Call Your Mom’ by Noah Kahan!!)
With this I am opened to making it long (mutichapter) or into a series (connecting fanfics)
character list: Yelena Belova, Robert ‘Bob’ Reynolds, Melina Vostokoff
• In this….. One shot: Yelena wakes up in a hazy… a nightmare turned road-trip to her mother’s house in the woods. To which her partner, Bob accompany’s but instead out of pity, but understanding for even toughest souls have their bad days.
• Did You Break Yet? (Marvel/Detective x serial killer Au)
character list: Yelena Belova, Robert ‘Bob’ Reynolds (Body taken over by The Void), Kate Bishop (As Yelena’s BFF), Ava Starr (As Yelena’s coworker), Jasper Shelling’s (As Yelena’s boss)
• In this Au: Yelena turns from an assassin to chasing one. Nights blending into days with the constant need for answers. And her boss, nagging her ears off for yet another headline to blow away all of New York leaves Yelena on the ropes of something dangerous. Will she expose the master mind behind the crime or will this chase for answers leave her in the mittens of a bloodlust monster?
• Stalemate (Marvel x Royalty Au)
character list: Yelena Belova, Robert ‘Bob’ Reynolds, John F. Walker, James ‘Bucky’ Buchanan Barnes, Alexei Shostak, Melina Vostokoff, Ava Starr, Kate Bishop
• In this Au: The thunderbolts + Melina get thrown into a fantasy right out of a book. Except.. everything was perfect.. almost too perfect. Unfortunately that crumbled apart when Yelena fell inlove with her royal guard Bob. How hard can this be?
• Under Day Break (Marvel x Virus Au)
character list: Yelena Belova, Robert ‘Bob’ Reynolds, Kate Bishop, James ‘Bucky’ Buchanan Barnes, Ava Starr, John F. Walker, Alexei Shostak
• In this Au: A chemical leak slowly turned into an explosion.. which then brought down the entirety of NYC right after. The air was heavier and Yelena could no longer meet with the ground without protection.. along the way she’ll meet people but… they won’t last long.
Now let me confuse you guys :3
I have a series of fanfics, (like 4-5) including a prequel, 3 part series (3 different fanfics
) and a sequel (probably a one shot but who knows)
it is QUITE the turn table, loaded with angst, fluff, turns and weird moments TT”
if you are interested! I will make a second post going into depth about it, also listed above aren’t all my fanfics but I have wasted a bit tok much time on this already- Anyways, yeah BAIIIIII <3
