Can you do some more Bob/sentry/void p links please 🥺
YES, YES, YES YES!!!! i'm going to try something that i've never done before and do three sets of p links for bob/sentry/void on this post!! this'll be chaotic but yknow
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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ !!
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✰ sitting on bob's face took some convincing, but it was worth it.
✰ 69ing with bob after he told you just wants to be close.
✰ fucking the stress out of him after he trained for hours, the man whimpers.
✰ soft sex with bob in the morning.
✰ riding bob in the tower's living room after you returned home from a week long mission, he missed you :(
✰ stroking needy!bob's cock on camera and he's embarassed.
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✰ fwb!sentry taking his stress out on you after valentina got angry with him.
✰ sucking sentry off as he praises you endlessly.
✰ playing with his pretty girl.
✰ sentry being obsessed with your tits during sex. (not working, need to fix)
✰ sentry eating you out after a rough mission.
✰ riding sentry's thigh when he's busy doing work.
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✰ tummy bulge.
✰ size difference with void, becoming painfully aware and turned on by it.
✰ the void fingering you after you begged.
✰ void making you work for his cock, even after you begged so nicely. (not working)
✰ he just needs to get it all out of his system, and if that means using you - so be it.
✰ fucking you infront of the mirror so you can see how much of a slut you are for him.
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: robert 'bob' reynolds (thunderbolts*) x afab!reader
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3,859
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: when bob goes searching for something in his camera roll, he finds a video that sentry left behind for him, feeling frustrated and insecure about his ability to please you, you offer a solution to bring back his confidence.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: SMUT, filming, sex tapes, oral (m! recieving), sentry is an asshole but he is so so delicious.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: in between doing some prompts i thought i'd release this one that's been sitting in my docs for awhile, its a concept i've had in my head for awhile now and i've been wanting to write more bob for you guys!
- 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
Balancing a relationship between the three versions of himself hadn’t necessarily been something that Bob had ever thought he would need to do, but when he’d met you, he realised there were definitely some things that needed to be established.
He’d maintained a balance thus far, initially expecting the void and sentry to be making it as difficult as possible for him, trying to sabotage him at every step.
While it had been surprising to find that the void kept himself relatively quiet about you, it was sentry that truly surprised him.
There was some getting used to when it came to the spotty memory, he realised pretty quickly each time that sentry had made himself known, mainly because most of the time it was because he didn’t remember the last twenty four hours.
When it happened for the first time, he’d been immediately concerned, expecting you to have been hurt or scared by him, but what you’d reported back had been the complete opposite.
It made sense for the sentry to be the way he was with you, upon further realisation, the sentry was after all, still him, just an extension of himself, he supposed.
So it was only logical that sentry’s feelings towards you were just Bob’s feelings towards you, just a little bit more intense.
Just a little bit.
“Bobby, please, I promise i’m okay, just.. a little sore..”
Your phrasing left him perplexed, sitting across from you in bed where he’d woken up with no knowledge the night before or all of yesterday for that matter.
“..Sore..?” Bob questioned, which resulted in you unable to hide the slight blush that came across your cheeks, sighing softly before you pulled part of your collar down, treating him to the painting of marks all across your neck and chest.
“You were um.. a bit enthusiastic, last night.”
While he knew it was him, technically, it still felt odd, having no clue what he’d done to you last night, yet having enough of an idea as to why you were now ‘sore.’
“God, i’m sorry..” he started, reaching forward to run his finger along one of the dark purple marks on your collar.
“Why are you apologising, Bobby? i didn’t say it was bad.” you shrugged, “quite the opposite actually.” you laughed softly, running your fingers through your hair.
Of course there was insecurity, he was only a man after all, but there wasn’t a whole lot that could be done, he would just have to live with the fact that for better or for worse, he’d given you a package deal.
There were more instances, times where he woke up with a sore and punished dick and the sight of you completely exhausted and sleeping away.
Times where he’d go into the bathroom and spit the scratches going down his back that he knew weren’t because of him, per say.
You had embraced him without question when you became aware of his, affliction, and you were continuing to be okay with all of the weird stuff that came along with him.
There had been instances where he definitely felt sentry pulling at him, almost whispering in his ear as he looked at you.
He could literally hear his own voice saying words about you that he’d never say or even dare to think.
It had all come to a head when he’d been scrolling absentmindedly through his phone while out to dinner with the other members of the thunderbolts while trying to find a picture to show Ava, that he spotted it.
A video, only about a minute and a half long.
Even if the thumbnail was small, he recognised the colour of your skin, his mouth falling open for a moment as he looked at the small square hiding amongst all the others.
“Uh, just.. gimme a sec..” he excused himself, shuffling through the chinese restaurant to the bathroom, locking the door behind him as he tapped on the video and pressed play.
He kept the volume at a minimum and watched the scene unroll before him across his phone screen, the sound of your moans and cries filling his ears in an instance.
Accompanied by the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, he watched a pov shot of his own cock ramming in and out of you, your ass bouncing against his hips as he took you from behind.
He watched his own hand come out and lay a firm slap against your ass which only seemed to have you moaning even louder.
The sound of his hips slamming against your ass as he fucked you were deafening, hearing his own moans accompanying your own.
“Bobby doesn’t fuck you like this, huh?” his own voice rang out, though it was breathless, gruffier and deeper, he knew exactly who it was fucking you in the video, and it certainly wasn’t him, a given considering he had no recollection of this whatsoever.
He listened to you moan out in response, the back of your head showing that your face was pressed into the sheets, another slap coming down on your ass which had you crying out.
“Say it, fucking tell me how much better i fuck you.” he growled, ramming into you even harder and using his free hand to grip your hip.
“B-Bobby doesn’t..aagghh.. fuck me like t-this..” you whimpered out, your words feeling like a small sting for him as he watched himself moan louder and fuck you harder.
“Fuuuuck… good girl..”
It felt wrong, as much as he knew it was him in the video, it was so different from the sex he himself had had with you previously, as much as he wasn’t a big softie by any means, he still hadn’t fucked you the way sentry was fucking you, he’d never had you on the brink of tears before.
Just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he heard the sound of shuffling and watched as the camera turned round to see his own face, brown hair falling over his face as he leaned forward and your face came into frame, continuing to fuck into you mercilessly as his hand wrapped around your chin and forced you to look at the camera which he grinned at.
“Smile for the camera, baby, thaaats it..”
The sight of you with your mouth hanging open, your eyes rolled back matched with his own smiling face next yours had him shutting off the video and putting his phone face down on the bathroom counter, needing a moment to catch his breath.
He’d bitten back all the jealously, he’d made a point not to say anything, because he knew deep down that there really wasn’t anything to get jealous about, it was still him, right?
Dinner had ended promptly enough, with him trying to hold himself together at the table for the rest of the evening, even if he’d been sitting there much less quiet than before and occasionally balling his fists under the table.
Getting into the uber that Yelena had called to get back to your apartment for the night, he looked at the time on his phone screen, reading at nearly 9:34 by the time the car was finally arriving in your neighbourhood.
Making sure to thank the driver as he exited, he shut the door behind him and looked up at where he knew your window was in the apartment building, seeing the dim light of a lamp.
By the time he made his way inside and into the elevator, he could already feel his cock twitching at the thought of the video again, trying to will away what he believed to be sentry coming out all over again, especially after what he’d seen.
His hands sat in his pockets as he exited the elevator and began to trudge down the hallway to get to your apartment door, reaching out to tap his knuckle against the wood as softly he could manage, some part of him scared to wake you up in case you were sleeping.
The sound of shuffling behind the door was what told him that you were in fact awake, listening as your footsteps approached the door with a nervous anticipation that he hadn’t actually felt for quite awhile with you.
When your smiling face greeted him, part of him had trouble mustering one to give back to you, which you had seemed to notice instantly as he walked inside and flopped onto your couch.
Just as was always the routine, you shut your door and stepped over to the couch, coming behind Bob to run your hands over his shoulder and lean forward to press a kiss to the top of your head.
“Dinner was good?” you asked softly as you ran your thumbs along either side of his face, letting him nod and tilt his head back so you could give him a soft kiss against his lips.
“That’s good.” you mused, tilting your head to lay another kiss on his cheek.
With a small grunt, Bob suddenly leaned forward away from you, resting his elbows on his thighs as he stared ahead.
Furrowing your brows, you walked around the couch and sat at Bobs side, reaching to put your hand on his back.
“What’s going on, Bobby?” you pried gently, tilting your head so that you could try and see the parts of his face that were covered by his hair when he leant forward.
He didn’t answer you at first, just sat there in silence while you rubbed his back and waited patiently for him to speak.
You knew he got like this sometimes, upset but not able to voice it; and you knew that continuing to try and guess usually overwhelmed him more than he was already likely was, so you simply stayed silent and pulled him into your arms, letting him rest his head against your chest.
Whenever you would hold him like this, it would usually be anywhere between minutes or hours before he was able to speak again, usually unpredictable considering that you weren’t a mind reader and had no idea what he was thinking.
Most of the time he just laid his head on your chest and let you run your fingers through his hair, yet you felt his hands starting to glide over your sides, his head tucking into your neck quicker than you were able to react, his lips beginning to run across your skin.
Only able to let out a small squeak of alertness before Bob was moving on top of you and his hands were reaching for the end of your shirt, you let your legs open so he could lay his body between them, feeling a semi hard tent pushing against your thigh.
This was far bolder than you’d have given Bob credit for, even when he did initiate, he was so shy most of the time, almost too nervous to even touch you without express permission.
Letting out small sounds as he ran his lips across your throat and laid kisses over your skin, his hand disappeared under your shirt to grab a handful of your tit, leaving you arching your back when he rolled your nipple under his thumb.
Stopping for only a split second, you half expected that sentry had taken over again, gearing yourself up to tell him to leave, you wanted Bob tonight, as much as Sentry did things to you that make you feel like you were on cloud nine, you just wanted your Bob.
Placing your hands in his face, you pushed him back slightly and looked into his eyes, peering to try and decipher who exactly was presenting at the moment.
Bob panted as he looked down on you, and the quick flash of nervousness told you everything you needed to know, leaving you the slightest bit surprised, it was Bob after all.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, only causing you to furrow your brows, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, baby, not at all.” you began, shaking your head and leaning forward to kiss the corner of his mouth softly, “I’m just worried about you..”
Even if he was trying to touch you, trying to initiate something in a way he never had before, there was an obvious anxiety to his eyes, a lining of fear that he seemed to be trying to hide.
“You’re not acting like yourself.”
Your words seemed to strike a nerve, with Bob leaning back and sitting in front of you, running a hand through his hair with a huff while you sat up.
“I was trying..” he paused, looking away for a moment before looking back at you, “I was trying to act like him.”
Initially you were confused, furrowing your brows and tilting your head, when you opened your mouth to ask for clarification as to who ‘he’ was, Bob seemed to know exactly what you were asking.
“I found a video on my phone that he took.”
All too quickly you understood exactly who he was talking about, a sigh leaving your lips as you shut your eyes and hung your head.
You were certain this was going to come up sooner or later, you’d already battled with yourself internally over whether or not you were meant to feel guilty over this.
As much as it was still technically your boyfriend, you knew that Bob didn’t remember what happened whenever either Sentry or the void were presenting, leading to you juggling your moral compass for guidance.
Technically, it was still Bob, just a very different version of him, but with the starkly different personalities paired with the memory loss, he might as well have been a completely different man in Bob’s body.
“Bobby.. I..” you weren’t sure if this was meant to be an apology or an admission of guilt or what, whether or not you were meant to ask for forgiveness or not.
“I know.. I shouldn’t be upset..” he started, “It’s still me.. but..” as he let out another shaky sigh, you could see the frustration coming to light, the anger and the jealousy.
“He left it for me to find, he knew.”
Now you truly did feel guilty, you could recall when that video had been taken now, almost completely forgetting about its existence.
You tossed up deleting it, but then that would have absolutely been an admission of guilt, total admittance that there was something to hide and that you’d done something wrong.
It killed you to see Bob look so upset and frustrated, the way he was clenching his fists, Sentry had made a conscious effort to embarrass him, to belittle him, this was something you definitely wouldn’t stand for.
Reaching across the coffee table to grab Bob’s phone, you placed it into his hand and slid off the couch, coming to kneel in front of Bob between his knees.
“What’re you doing?” he sighed, clearly frustrated and putting across that he wasn’t in the mood for any antics.
Reaching your hand forward, you ran your palm against the semi that was still pressing against his pants, leading to a small jolt from your boyfriend and a strained sound leaving his throat.
You didn’t give him much time to react as you reached for his belt, pulling it open and reaching for the zipper of his pants.
“Hey, hey, wait-“
“Let’s give him something to find next time he tries to go snooping on your phone.” you encouraged, pulling down Bob’s pants along with his boxers to hang under his hips, leaving enough room for his progressively hardening cock to fall out and land against his stomach.
Already there was pre cum beginning to leak from the tip, the exposure to the cold air making him let out a small hiss, only for his hand to hesitate before hitting record on the phone screen, positioning to hold it at his chest and capture you in the frame.
You looked at the lens and smiled softly, your eyes already layered with a haze that was paired with the slightly dim lighting on your lamp.
Gathering the shaft in your hand, you could hear Bob beginning to breathe in sharply through his teeth at the sensation, running your thumb over the tip only for his hips to thrust up slightly out of reflex.
Teasing Bob felt cruel half the time, especially when he always seemed to want you so badly, so you wasted no time before you were peppering open mouthed kisses over the shaft, able to see his eyes shut tightly and his head tilt back behind the phone.
It was beautiful in a way, the way that Bob would just fall apart under your touch, the way that he moaned, all of the little things that made you love him as much as you did.
There was definitely something to unpack with the idea of another version of himself bullying him, and you could discuss the notations of internalised feelings that it seemed to imply another day, but for now, you were only focused on comforting him and making him feel good.
As you took his tip into your mouth, closing your eyes as you ran your tongue over the small thin slit at the end, Bob was already a mess, his hand shaky as it tried to hold up the phone, which you didn’t doubt was going to end up being very shaky footage.
It didn’t matter though, you could see that despite the shaking, he was making an effort to keep the camera focused on you, even moving it closer when you started to take him deeper down your throat, getting a close up of the way your lips engulfed his cock.
You maintained a slow and steady pace, taking more of him down your throat bit by bit and ignoring the soft gags you could feel coming up; Bob was thick, causing you to need to outstretch your entire mouth just to take him in, letting out a small whine as you felt the tip tickle the back of your throat.
Beginning slow movements of your head up and down, you felt Bobs free hand touch the back of your head, not pushing by any means, but guiding you carefully, his thumb running across your soft hair as he did.
Pulling away for a moment, you gasped softly and stroked his cock to make up for the lack of attention as you caught your breath, smiling past the camera lens and up at Bob, who was meeting your gaze with half shut eyes as he panted.
“That feel okay baby..?” you asked, always making an effort to check in with Bob every so often.
He had an awful habit of not voicing when it got too much, leading to lots of unexpected facials, so you made a point to see how he was travelling.
Even if he couldn’t speak at first, Bob nodded his head at you, taking in a breath through his teeth.
“It’s.. it’s good..” he whispered, the hand on the back of your head going from soft guiding to a hint of a push, signalling to you that he definitely wanted you to keep going.
You could already feel the way his hips were beginning to thrust up into your mouth as soon as he touched the back of your throat again, gaining more confidence, especially when you looked up at him while your mouth was stuffed with his cock.
Whining softly, you shut your eyes and tried to take him down further, gagging softly as he moved his hips with the movement of your head, starting to meet you halfway every time you brought your head back down.
“Oh fuck, please, please, please..” He whispered, his thrusts starting to speed up until he was entirely in control, fisting some of your hair softly and holding you in place as he fucked your mouth.
Letting him drive, you let him take out his frustration on you, tuning into the way his soft whimpers were starting to turn to grunts, as his treatment of you became the slightest bit more aggressive and desperate.
You didn’t mind in the slightest, just as his mood changed, so too did the way he wanted to have you, some days he wanted you to take full control while he just laid there, other times he needed to get his energy out, you were happy to let him.
Looking up at him, you moaned helplessly against his cock and felt it twitching inside your throat, squeezing his thighs to fight back against the gagging and keep going for as long as you could.
“Thank you, baby, thank you, oh my god..”
The thanking and the praise, it just helped you persevere, opening your mouth as widely as it would go, blinking the tears away.
“Shit- I’m gonna cum, can i cum in your mouth, please baby.. please..”
With the best assurance you could muster while your throat was being fucked mercilessly by Bob, you gave his thigh as squeeze as confirmation, just as you felt his hips stilling, pushing his cock as far down as you could bare as he started to shoot hot ropes of cum into your throat.
His moans were beautiful, the way they would start out deep and just get more high pitched and whiny as he came, the way he squeezed his eyes shut and gripped your hair so tightly.
When he finally set you free, your head pulled back quickly as you gasped for air, as much as you’d swallowed every drop he gave you, there was still a milky line of spit mixed with his cum connected his tip with your tongue.
Bob brought his hands forward to rest on your bottom lip, bringing the camera closer to your face as he pushed your lips apart to show where you’d swallowed everything.
“Oh my goooddd…” he groaned at the sight, letting out a small throaty laugh as you shut your eyes and nuzzled your cheek against his palm.
Pressing the button to stop the recording, he threw his phone to the side on the couch and pulled you off the floor and onto his lap, stealing a deep kiss from you, tasting himself on your tongue.
Grabbing fistfuls of your ass, he gave it a hard squeeze which had you squeaking softly, pulling your lips off of his and jolting softly.
“So you definitely feel better then?” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he smiled up at you.
“How did I get so lucky with you?” he breathed, sliding his hands up from your ass to hold you by your waist gently.
“I guess I just like dating super powered cuties.” you sighed, shrugging your shoulders.
With a roll of his eyes, Bob quickly flipped you onto your back, laughing as you let out a squeal, before climbing on top of you.
“What’re you doing Bobby..” you sighed, unable to stop the small whimper that left you as you felt his hand sliding into the waistband of your pants.
You wake up to a gentle touch, a hand sliding between your thighs, stirring you from your sleep. You're disoriented, your mind foggy with dreams, but your body responds immediately to the intimate touch. A soft moan escapes your lips, but it's quickly muffled by a strong hand covering your mouth.
"Sh, sh," a familiar voice whispers in your ear, the deep timbre sending shivers down your spine. "It's just me."
John Walker's body presses against your back, his hard length grinding into your backside. You can feel his hot breath on your neck, his heart beating steadily against your back. His fingers, still between your thighs, stretch you gently, preparing you for what's to come.
"Poor thing, already soaked," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. He removes his hand from your mouth, only to grip your hip, pulling you back against him, his movements slow and deliberate. "Did you miss me, sweetheart?"
You nod, a soft whimper escaping your lips. Your body aches with need, your mind still half-asleep, but your senses heightened, every touch, every sound, every smell amplified.
John's fingers continue to stretch you, his thumb circling your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You push back against him, your body begging for more. He chuckles, a low, sexy sound that vibrates against your back.
"Eager little thing, aren't you?" he teases, his voice a low growl. He removes his fingers, and you feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He enters you slowly, inch by inch, filling you completely.
You moan, your back arching, your body pressing back against him, urging him deeper. He obliges, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place.
"John," you gasp, his name a plea on your lips. He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, his mouth at your ear.
"Sh, sh," he whispers, his voice soothing, his body moving with a purpose. "Let me take care of you, sweetheart. You've been through a lot."
His words, his touch, his body moving against yours, it's all too much. Your body tenses, your orgasm building, your breath coming in short gasps. John's movements become faster, more urgent, his body slapping against yours, his grip on your hips tightening.
"Come for me, sweetheart," he commands, his voice a low growl. "Let me feel that beautiful pussy clench around my cock."
Your body obeys, your orgasm ripping through you, your cries of pleasure filling the room. John follows soon after, his body tensing, his grip on your hips tightening as he finds his release.
He collapses on top of you, his body sweaty and spent. He rolls off, pulling you with him, your back to his front, his arms holding you tightly. "Good morning, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice soft, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "I'm sorry to wake you, but you just looked so precious, all sleepy and cute."
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