#sub bob

Honestly it’s not a surprise you’ve found yourself falling for Bob. You’ve always had a thing for involuntarily dangerous himbos. sounds specific but there’s a lot of them out there, and you just so happen to always find them.

The first time you met Bob was through Bucky. You’d had your expectations for who Bucky’s friend would be. Maybe someone brooding, constantly stuck with that same teasing smile and fire in their eyes. But him, no no, he looked so cute.

The kind of guy who doesn’t know how fucking hot he is, the shy over thinker. the kind where you see him and you’re immediately thinking of sucking his dick.

But Bob was definitely feeling the same as you were. Bucky and him hadn’t been that close, only quiet hangouts, the silence enough for them to become closer. an unspoken understanding between them, Bucky filling the role that Bob hadn’t thought he deserved. a friend. He expected you to a variant of Yelena or Ava, not some pink doll with lips that shined with pink glitter.

Bucky’s only warning to him being “she’s sweet, but she can be kind of, bitey.” Bob asked if he meant snappy, but Buckyonly laughed it off. the kind of laugh when someone asked about an inside joke they don’t know about.

It made more sense when you finally spoke though, every word sharp like a knife’s edge, a hidden threat looped through your sentences. like woven wire.

bucky didn’t tell you much of what to expect. just dress pretty and show up. “not hard for you though doll, you’re always looking your best.” he added, leaving a kiss on ur cheek. the kind an older friend gives you, like a pat on the head, comfort.

“what’s good bitch!” your voice booms throughout the street, echoing down to Bob and Bucky who stand outside the bar, waiting your arrival. Bob’s almost embarrassed, worried about how people might think of your loudness. not that he wants you to stop talking, ever. he think your voice is the most beautiful thing he’s heard. he’s thinking too much right now, he needs to focus.

“hey princess.” princess? buckys voice drawls on as Bobs mind starts to race. Did bucky take him here to make him third wheel? Of course you’d go for a guy like him, He’s masculine and actually has something going for him. everything he’s not. Maybe he should just go-

“Who’s this? Awfully cute for someone so quiet” your head tilts to the side as you take a tentative step forward, testing the boundaries. Buckys hand reaches out to stop you from touching Bob, but you miss it. Your hand meets Bobs chest and the world stops as your hand meets his clothed skin.

The boys both freeze, scared and feeling guilt wash over, but they just watch your eyes gloss over. it’s only for a fraction of a second, like it was never there. somehow Bob’s “power” doesn’t affect you.

Bobs mouth opens, already prepared to spew out apologies as Bucky wraps an arm around your waist to pull you back. You only hold a hand up in dismissal, a coy smile still on your lips. “Let’s go in? I wanna sit next to sweetheart here.” You leave them on the sidewalk, already walking inside, no falter in your step. Both of them gawk at you, for very different reasons.

“she didn’t- she’s not?” bob can’t even get his words out, it’s like his brain is stuck between the fear you might possibly be a supe like him, and the feeling of flustering lust blooming in his chest.

“no no, i don’t think so?” Bucky responds, he can’t figure out what might have caused you to just force yourself out of that. A memory that dark, and so quickly at that.

The night continues without anymore trips. You stuck to your word, sitting next to Bob, the proximity making his brain short circuit at all the worst times. You’re nursing a mocktail, having switched from vodka once it got later. Maybe for another reason as well. (I mean who wouldn’t wanna be sober to watch this cutie trip over his words)

Bucky leaves to go take a call, after watching Bob make lover boy eyes at you the whole time. Bob comments on how he never heard his phone ring, but it falls silent on deaf ears. You turn to him, a slight flush on your face from the alcohol but also from the slight nervousness you’d never admit.

Bob is avoiding your eyes like it’ll kill him to look at you. It’s funny honestly. He looks at you, just once and it’s quick. a slight side eye as he gulps, and suddenly you burst out laughing. A giggle that sounds so sweet and teasing, it’s almost humiliating how hard Bob gets from it alone. “You’re so cute oh my gosh!” he thinks your fucking with him, honestly.

“I-I am?” his hesitation is evident, worried that this will turn into a big joke. The disbelief makes you a bit upset, the slight frown flickering on your face before you lean in.

“‘course baby. You’re adorable in that like shy sexy way” his ears are ringing now, and he’s sure they’re as red as his cheeks right now. You’re so close, so warm. you lean in just a little more, wetting your lips a bit. the breathy sigh that slips out as you tilt your head making the minty scent of your gum rush up his nose. “You think i’m cute too? be honest with me.” he barely hears you, eyes trying so hard to look up from his lap. he-he can feel your tits pressing up against, fuck- you’re not wearing a bra. he’s not sure how long it’s been since you asked him a question, he’s not even sure he remembers the question to be honest.

Bob’s thrown out of his thoughts as you tap his cheek with your hand. a soft tap, not a slap but enough force to hurt a little. He doesn’t mean let it out, pursing his lips so hard they feel numb. but you hear it, the barely audible whimper leaving those pink, slightly chapped lips. “answer.”

you barely finish the word before he’s rushing out sentences, practically praising you. “i-i think your gorgeous, stunning truly. y-y-oure practically a princess you know? i, um- thank you?”

you flush slightly, biting your lip to try and stop the smile that makes it way on your face. shaking your head with a laugh. “thank you? you saying thank you for me telling you to do something? ya like being told what to do Bob?” your hand brushes away the dark tresses tickling his head, hand finally landing at the bottom of his neck, pulling him in you can plant a kiss on his cheek.

you don’t hear it, but you feel the whine vibrating through him. as you stand, his eyes trail your figure, watching as you finally stop in front of you. you lean down a little, until your tits are directly in front of his face as you turn his chair to face you completely. it’s cute, how he’s mouth parts like he has something to say, but his brain just won’t cooperate with him. you stand between his legs, forcing them wider so you can stand between them.

His head is way too fuzzy to care about how intimate this all is. All he knows is he wants you near him, all the time. the smell of your perfume like an alcohol, getting him drunk off the scent of you. the proximity, the warmth, the touch, oh god the touch.

“you wanna come home with me? promise i won’t bite.” your teeth gleam in the lights a little, white and pearly. from this angle, your teeth look almost… sharp? maybe it’s just the lighting. your front two teeth a slight overbite, the kind of flaw that looks better than perfection. He’s nodding before he even registers what you’re saying, all he knows is he wants to be wherever you are, all the time.

cw: sub!bob reynolds, fem!dom reader, shy bob, first french kiss, grinding/masturbation through clothes, cockwarming through fabric, orgasm denial (brief), handjob, praise kink, soft domming

a/n; first time writing anything marvel and ever since i saw thunderbolts pretty bob he hasn’t left my mind… like the softest sub ever pls 😩💗

your lips curl up into a sly smile as you lay your head against his knee, staring up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes. “is my pretty boy out of breath just from me kissin’ around his cock?”

his eyes squeeze shut as he nods his head hurriedly, his fingers holding desperately on to the mattress comforter.

you let out a cocky chuckle at his blushing cheeks, inching your hands closer to his pulsing length and dripping precum. at the swipe of your thumb across his pretty tip, bob lets out a strangled moan, the sound vibrating from his chest.

“does my pretty boy like it when i tease him like this?”

bob gulps, the desperation in his belly burning hotter with each stroke across his cock. “fuck, yes. please-“ his whines tumble from his lips, and you’re left with no choice but to please the whimpering man before you.

you bring your mouth to his tip, pressing your lips in an array of kisses on the soft skin while bob bucked his hips towards you, relishing in the minute pleasure he’s receiving. your warm hand moves to grip onto his plush thigh, and your tongue begins painting the canvas of his pretty cock.

with each pass of your warm mouth against his cock, bob fought the urge to thread his fingers through your strands until eventually, you took him fully into your mouth. with one hand firm on his leg and the other staking claim on his base, your lips suctioned around his length and bobbed with immense fervor, your hand’s stroke following rapidly behind.

grunts of pleasure escaped from bob’s chest, and the chase towards his high was marked by his insistent whines. “fuck, princess, mmm, you’re too good, mmh. for me.”

your eyes met his, unwavering as his cock bullied in and out of your mouth. your tongue creeped out and traced the vein beneath his cock, and bob could have sworn he could pass out right there.

- mommy kink!bob wants to eat you put as soon as wakes up

jesus i didn't write in sooooo long so just a little something here, maybe I'll continue with more sub!bobby

requests are open

bob came into your room the moment everyone else left, he wanted to be alone with you, he saw you sprawled out on the king sized bed and his pants suddenly grew tighter, the blanket lazily wrapped around your waist, "mornin" you said as he towered, his glassy eyes and scruffy hair made him look adorable, eyeing you up, as if waiting to be invited, he was feeling horny since he opened his eyes, feeling needy, soo needy to please, to be good, "cmon baby, come're" you said opening your arms, he snaked his own around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of you neck