#ragblue

(I’m so fucking pissed off rn cuz I was writing this and was almost done but then the draft just fucking disappeared. ANYWAYS I just rewatched thunderbolts* and remembered why I love Bob so much so I had to make this)

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SFW

• Bob absolutely loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, especially when he’s feeling sad.

He’ll be having one of his depressive low days and search for you in the tower. When he finds you scrolling through your phone on the couch, he’ll lay down next to you and place his head in your lap. He doesn’t even need to say anything because you already know what he wants. You’d take your hand and gently rake your fingers through his wavy hair. It’s a simple gesture, but it’s one that brings him comfort when he needs it most.

• His sleep schedule is screwed up so sometimes you’ll find him awake at odd hours of the night.

It’d be around 3am and maybe you’d just woken up from a nightmare. You’d decide to go to the kitchen to get a snack before going back to sleep. You use your cellphone’s flashlight to guide your way to the kitchen. When you get there, your light illuminates Bob’s silhouette sitting at the island counter. “Couldn’t sleep?” he’d ask casually, as if he wasn’t sitting silently in pitch-black darkness just seconds ago. You’d munch on cookies together before convincing him to come back to bed with you to get some rest.

• Bob doesn’t know how to comfort you when you’re feeling down, so he rambles to distract you.

It was one of those days where you weren’t talking much. In fact, you weren’t really doing much of anything. Bob found you in your room in bed, rolled into a burrito of blankets as you stared into the abyss. He’d come and lay beside you, putting an arm around you before starting to talk. He’d talk about a book he read, a new pizza place that opened down the street, or the horrible rom-com that was on tv earlier. Anything to get your mind off of….whatever it was on. You wouldn’t listen at first, but as you started to the dark cloud over your mind would fade away. When you were feeling a bit better you’d engage in conversation and he’d know that his distraction tactic was successful.

NSFW

• Bob takes the most pleasure in knowing that he’s making you feel good.

When he goes down on you, every couple moments he has to look up at your face to make sure you’re enjoying it. As if your sultry moans weren’t enough proof. You’d have a grip on his hair that was so tight but felt so good. His nose would bump and brush against your clit while his tongue was spelling his name in your pussy. Poor Bob has to grind down against the sheets to get some sort of friction against his painfully hard cock. When you finally gush on his face, he can’t help but cream his pants. It was totally worth it though, seeing the look of pure bliss on your face.

• He’s a sucker for praise. (me too Bob, me too)

“You’re doing such a good job f’me Bobby~” You’d coo as you ride him, grinding your hips down against his. He hated the nickname, but the way it sounded from your lips…you were the only one who could get away with calling him that. He’d have a tight grip on your hips, tugging you down so he would be buried deep inside your cunt. You could tell from the way his hips bucked up into you at a more rapid pace that he was getting close. “Don’t cum yet, Bobby. Not yet, hold on for me.” you commanded him. He would whine but comply, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself from bursting inside you. Only when you orgasm do you slow him to cum too. “Good boy, Bobby, you’re so good for me…” you pant as you collapse onto his chest, both of you catching your breath.

• He verbally makes it known how good you’re making him feel.

Sex with Bob is always filled with, “Oh fuck, you feel so good around me” and “fuck, fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum–!” He can’t help but be vocal when your warm, gummy walls clench around his throbbing erection. All he can think about is how bad he needs to cum inside you. Just his moans alone could get you off. Even when you’re just giving him head, his groans and whines, the way he bites his lip and grips the sheets….it’s got you dripping wet without even having to be touched. “Can I– Can I cum on your face?” “In your mouth? B-But– ahh– ngh, fuck~!” “You swallowed it…? That’s s-so hot..”

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