this is NASTY. probably not very good but me and my pookie @rhaenyraeri were talking about the different ways bob, sentry and void would fuck and thus this fic was born. enjoy it🫶🏻
Bob liked to take it slow. His whole life, he had never been allowed to sit back and take in the beauty of the things he enjoyed. As a child they were always destroyed by his father's hands or his mother's words. As he grew older, his life would pass by in a drug induced blur. There's a lot that could be said for the Sentry Project, but one thing he is always grateful for is that it cleaned his body of the terrible habits and his training has taught him to take things slow and calm.
Including the way you two fuck. Of course, there are times where you two are fast and heavy, hands exploring and bodies unable to touch each other quick enough, but his favorite times are when you're beneath him, legs wrapped around his strong hips as he moved within you.
"You feel so good, Bobby," you whispered, voice dripping with pleasure during one such moment .
Your arms were locked around his shoulders, nails leaving crescent moon imprints. You both watched each other, your eyes not breaking contact with the baby blue hue of his.
His thrusts were slow but deep, rocking your body beneath him, your breasts bouncing and your hips moving to meet his.
His cheeks were flushed with exertion and you thought he was the most handsome man ever.
"I love you, baby," he said, leaning down to kiss you as you clenched around him, causing him to groan against your lips.
He could feel you squeezing around him and knew you were close, one of his hands coming down between you to rub at the swollen bud of your clit, causing you to tremble.
You both came together, something that didn't happen often. Bob usually preferred for you to come before he did, manners and such, but there was something to be said about a mutual release. It made it all the more pleasurable to feel him release inside you, flooding your pussy as it squeezed around him.
After, he laid beside you, arms around you with your head on his chest.
Sentry was rough. You didn't get to see him often but when you did, you knew you'd be sore for a day or so after. After some particularly tough missions Sentry would still be present, still be worked up. Him and Bob had finally learned to communicate and co-exist in a way.
You loved all of Bob. And Sentry was a part of him, therefore you loved him too.
You also loved the way he fucked you. Sentry mostly fucked you from behind with you propped up on your hands and knees, his hands clamped firmly on your hips.
"Your pussy feels so good," he growled, eyes a glowing amber. The bed shook and creaked beneath you and you were grateful the walls were soundproof or the rest of the team would be getting an earful.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you whined. Your breath was coming in pants as he controlled your movements, pulling you back into him with a pace no mere human could keep up with.
The tip of his cock was pressing into that sensitive spot deep in your pussy and you were soaking both of your thighs. The sounds in the room were obscene, the wet slapping of your bodies, your cries and his groans.
He had already made you come three times, first with his fingers pumping in you at a relentless speed and then twice more on his tongue, not letting up on your sensitive clit until you were near tears.
He worshipped your body.
You had tried to slip one hand down to your clit, but you were quickly stopped.
"I don't think so, goddess. This pussy is going to come from my cock, only. You're. Mine." he growled.
He readjusted the angle, the tip of him moreso pummeling the spot within you now instead of rubbing it.
Before long, you were done for. With your fourth and final orgasm, you gushed around him, soaking his pelvis and the sheets below you. You couldn't even moan, just whimpers leaving you as your body lost control.
"That's it, that's a good girl," he growled, not letting up as he worked himself to his own completion.
He came deep within you, pulling out just before he was done to let some of his spend paint your thighs, mixing with the fluids you had released yourself.
He loved to make you messy and as you collapsed beneath him, face turning on the pillow so you could breath, he let hs hands come to hold your thighs open wider, watching the come flow from you to mix with what he had painted you with.
"You're such a good girl, baby." he said, leaning to press a kiss to the back of your neck, sucking a mark below your ear.
"That should hold you til next time."
Moments later, Bob would return, and he couldn't deny that he loved to see how wrecked you were.
You only had met Void a handful of times before. Bob was doing better with controlling himself more and more everyday, and now Void could come out and be contained easier.
He was still only to be brought out when strictly necessary, only on missions in life or death situations.
And he made sure he got his fill of you too.
The first time you met Void after the incident in New York, you couldn't lie and say you weren't scared. But as time went on and Bob got a better handle on him, you just came to see him for what he was. He was Bob. He was his inner darkness, but he was still part of the man you loved.
And he loved you, even if he fucked you like he hated you.
You were currently tied to the bed, arms above your head fastened to the headboard with one of Bob's old t-shirts.
You and Void both knew you could break out easily if you wanted to. He would never truly hurt you. Just in ways that felt good.
If you thought Sentry was rough, Void was on a whole different level.
Your poor clit was red and aching. It had been two hours of being brought to the edge only to be denied release. Your ass was red and sensitive against the silk of your sheets from the spankings you had received, but you didn't hate the feeling.
Your eyes were glassy, tears streaking your cheeks as you were fucked within an inch of your life.
"Stupid girl," said the black mass above you, his features the outline of the man you love while his faint eyes stared at you.
"You love being fucked dumb, don't you? You just like to take it like the whore you are. My whore."
Your tits were bouncing and he didn't hold back on staring at them.
One hand came to you, pinching one of your sensitive nipples until you cried out in painful pleasure.
"Say it. Say you're mine," he seethed, released your breast to cup your jaw, cheeks squished as his cock pounded you.
The rest of the team was on a mission that didn't require the two of you, and you were grateful they weren't here as even with the soundproof walls, you were worried they'd somehow hear what was going on.
"I-I'm yours. I'm yours, baby. Please," you cried, voice hoarse.
You could see a faint grin on his dim features and he used his thumb with the hand that was holding your face to open your mouth. He spit, letting it land in your mouth before his body sped up even more, impossibly fast.
"That's fucking right, baby. Mine. My girl, my body, my wet, drooling cunt that worships my cock."
His hand came down between where he was kneeled between your spread thighs, smacking your sensitive clit.
You cried out, voice wrecked at the force of your orgasms. It was like one rolled into another and another, him continuing to land sharp smacks to your used pussy as he fucked you deep.
When you finished, he pulled out. His hand came to wrap around himself and he stroked quickly.
He brought himself to the end and came, leaving his release on your tummy and your hot, red cunt.
He untied you after, leaving down to kiss your spit slick lips.
"Until we meet again," he said against them, and then he was gone. Bob came back and though he worried Void had gone too far, you assured him you loved it.
He helped you clean up after and held you, playing with your hair as you rested.
Once Bob had finally learned how to take full control of both of his other sides, it really became like you had three boyfriends wrapped into one. Bob was your sweet, shy golden retriever while Sentry was confident. Void was broody and dominant.
You loved all three of them, and they loved you.
Once they finally learned how to co-exist, which took some time on Void's end, having to learn that the world really isn't all gloom and doom, they actually meshed well together.
You had known them all long enough to tell who was in control of Bob's body and when all three were there at once.
It was easy for you. It could be as simple as them having a whispered conversation with their different tones, or as complex as a change in facial expressions.
They were your boys.
And you were theirs.
Especially when they shared you in bed.
You knew when the three of them plotted together on how to pleasure your body, you didn't stand a chance.
It started out slow, Bob leaving kisses all over your quivering body, gentle sucks leaving marks that you both would admire later.
"You have such a beautiful body, baby," Bob whispered as his tongue laved against your pussy.
Your first orgasm was from his mouth and as you laid beneath him, his head between your thighs, you heard a soft "My turn," before lips latched back onto your overstimulated clit.
"Ohmygod," you cried quickly, hands coming to fist in his hair.
"That's right, baby. I'm your god, and your my goddess," Sentry growled against your pussy, giving one full lick along the length of it before he attached back to your clit.
One of his free hands came up, and he wasted no time in plunging two fingers into you.
He always knew immediately where to aim for your g-spot, and now his fingers rammed it, giving you no time for respite as he fucked you.
"Bob had his fun. I'm gonna eat this pussy, then Void is gonna fuck it good," he said.
When you came it, it soaked his lips and chin and he groaned acting like he was savoring the taste.
Leaving one last kiss to your aching pussy, Sentry moved to the background with Bob. Bob once described it like whoever was in control was taking the front seat while the other two were passengers.
Him and Sentry watched as Void began to ravage you.
"Yes, yes!" you cried as you were held down, thighs pressed to your chest as your calves rested on the black mass that was Void's shoulders.
"Such a good girl, a good whore for us," he said, voice dark.
The new bed was slamming into the wall, but thankfully this one wouldn't break.
There had been a mishap with the previous bed. Once all three of your guys had learned to work together, it was you and your bed against three.
Unfortunately the bed was a casualty.
This one was sturdier, made specifically for the force of your lover.
"I love you, Void. I love all three of you," you whimpered, body shaking and gasping for breath.
His eyes shifted, his black mass of a body still there but eyes shifting to a mix of blue and amber and you knew the response was from all three of your boys.
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Pairing: The Void/Bob/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry x Thunderbolts!Fem!Reader!
Summary: The Void has an odd midnight ritual when it comes to sleeping in the same bed as you.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Smut, Fluff, A hint of angst, Reader and Bob/The Void/The Sentry are in an established relationship, Clingy Void, Void has sleep issues, Void is Touchy as hell and a little on the feral side, Void’s got the tendrils in this.
Smut Warnings: Unprotected P in V Sex (guys…Please wrap it up), Cockwarming, Grinding, Breast/Nipple Play, Love bites, Sucking, Biting, Scratching, Spit/Drool, Begging, Praise Kink?, Finger Sucking, Kinda Dominant Reader
Author’s Note: Forgive me father for I have sinned…Someone needs to send me some holy water lol…I love writing for The Void OML. Who knew a shadow could be so hot. Anyways! Hope you enjoy <3
Word Count: 6,252
It was the smallest thing that woke you. A cool brush of lips at the side of your neck, tracing the sensitive skin just beneath your ear, coming and going in small little waves.
At first, you thought you were dreaming it. But then it came again–slow careful, followed by the faintest scrape of teeth and the whisper of a sigh the chilled your heated flesh, seeping into you from his mouth.
You stirred slightly, and that was when you felt it–the weight of his arm slung over you, curling you against him as if he could shield you from something unseen. His hand was broad and heavy over your chest, fingers relaxed but curved possessively over your breast through the thin cotton of your shirt. He wasn’t squeezing or pinching like he sometimes did–he was just holding, like he was afraid to let go of you.
”Void…?” You murmured, voice thick with sleep. A low hum answered you, the cold skin of his nose nuzzling deep into the crook of your neck, almost like he was embarrassed to be caught mid-act. You could feel him breathing you in deeply, taking in the scent of your skin–smooth vanilla, warm cotton, the saltiness from the heat that radiated through you, and a natural sweetness that you exuded whenever he was cuddled up to you like this. He let out a little sigh before breathing you in again.
”You scared the heck out of me,” You whispered, rubbing your hand up and down the length of his forearm, feeling the silky smooth skin against your fingertips. You felt the wetness of his lips on your throat again, as a broken murmur slipped free from him.
”Didn’t mean to wake you…” He replied, pressing a gentle kiss to your pulse point, “…I was just trying to sleep.” He added. The softness of his tone–the quiet need in it–made your heart squeeze. Because this was the part of The Void that nobody else saw–he wasn’t the towering, floating, shadowing terror the rest of the team feared, he was the version that couldn’t rest unless he had you to hold onto.
On nights like these, when he was restless like this, you would sometimes wake in the morning to find an array of love bites scattered over your neck–evidence of his secret midnight ritual. He never said it outright, but you knew–this was how he soothed himself when the noises in his head got too loud, when he couldn’t get the images of others’ shame rooms out of his head.
The kisses, the touching, the way he clung to your warmth and tried to absorb it even though it never truly worked…It was all his way of making the darkness inside him bearable until sleep finally came for him. You were like a silencer to him, the one thing that could take the edge off, and he appreciated every last bit of what you gave him, even though it wasn’t ideal sometimes.
You shifted back against him a little, feeling the way his cold frame curved tighter around you as if even the smallest gap between you was unbearable to have. When you tilted your head, you caught a faint shimmer of the star-like flecks that crowded over his skin in the darkness, the perfect little spots that enamoured you when you first met him. The ones that you traced and kissed when he allowed you to–because they felt like they were on fire when your lips pressed against them. In the dead of night they looked like they sparked, but in those moments, under your eyes they were dimmed slightly. You reached up, and caressed the back of his neck, tangling your fingers into the softness of his shadowy hair, feeling the way it seemed to respond to you, wrapping around your hand, engulfing your fingers so you wouldn’t be able to pull away.
“Is it too loud tonight?” You asked softly. A low, almost pitiful sound hummed from deep in his chest as he pressed another kiss into the side of your neck.
”It’s worse than normal…” He admitted, his voice sounding far more fragile in that moment. His lips trailed lower, his mouth brushing over the fabric that covered your shoulder, teeth catching lightly on it, like he was tempted to bite through it and rip it off you–though he had learned his lesson from the last time he did that and he wasn’t willing to take a chance of you being mad at him again. He groaned quietly, the sound vibrating against your skin.
“Can you please take this off…” He sounded like he was half-begging, half-commanding, his breath coming a little quicker now, suddenly frustrated with the barrier between your bodies, “…I need more of you.” You nodded slowly, shifting just enough for his hair to release its hold on your fingers, the inky strands sliding away like liquid shadow. His arm slipped from your body, and you felt the faintest ripple of cold air rush in between you–which disappeared almost instantly as you sat up, the mattress dipping under your weight.
You didn’t move quickly. Instead, you hooked your fingers under the hem of your shirt, and began to lift it inch by inch. You could feel him watching–no, devouring every moment with his eyes–like each sliver of newly exposed skin was something he hadn’t seen before, even though that was far from the case…The Void knew your body like it was his own.
He let out a little groan, low and unrestrained, as his hand slid against your bare skin, the pads of his cold fingers following the ridges and valleys of scars left behind from missions that were long gone. His touch was so gentle but urgent all at the same time, tracing slow, circling paths up your spine as if each mark was a constellation he could map from memory.
By the time your shirt was free of your body and tossed somewhere off to the side, you could already feel him pulling you back toward him–arms cinching tight, chest pressing flush to your back like he needed to fuse himself to you.
His lips were on you before you had even taken a full breath, cold and greedy, pressing open-mouthed kisses into the curve of your shoulder, the line of your neck, anywhere his mouth could reach now that everything was available to him. He left multiple little wet marks, as he began to drool with each little sample of you he got. The sound he made when you tilted your head to give him more access was almost pitiful, a whimper tangled with a sigh.
”I love…Seeing your body like this.” He murmured against your skin, the words dragging as though they were being pulled from his chest, his tongue coming out to lick your collarbone, “I’m always–“ His voice faltered into another quiet groan, his body shifting behind you a little, “–Always afraid to wake you up so I could ask if you could take off your shirt…But when these little moments happen…When I get to see you completely like this…” He whispered shakily, his teeth grazing your collarbone and tightening his arms even more around you, “All I want to do is mark you, and taste you…And absorb you completely.” You felt the shiver run through him as he said it, the tension coiling in every inch of his frame. He sounded almost ashamed of how badly he wanted, yet he was unable to stop the words from spilling out of him. He had this kind of naked yearning that he never exposed to anyone else but you, and it just showed how much he trusted and needed you.
His hand slid up to your breast again, cupping gently, his thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, lazy circles making your breath hitch. You arched into him, drawing out a soft, needy sound from him, which went straight through you, vibrating into your bones.
”I want to give you everything you need, Void…” You whispered, your voice warm and steady against the swirl of his desperation.
And that was all it took for him to unravel further. His forehead pressed into the side of your neck with a quiet, broken groan, his lips moving against your skin in a messy array of kisses–sliding over your pulse, dragging along your jaw, catching and nipping before kissing the sting away.
”You already do…” He said raggedly, almost like it hurt to admit it, then added in a soft whine “But it still feels like I need more…And I can’t…I can’t take it.” His hips began to shift–slow at first, moving with a faint, involuntary rutting motion that betrayed just how badly he was holding himself back. You could feel him through the thin barrier of fabric your underwear provided, the cold press of him caressing the curve of your ass, the tension in every small roll of his hips when he grinded into you. A frustrated sigh escaped him, sharp and almost petulant, before his teeth grazed your shoulder in a fleeting bite that made your stomach clench.
The shadows stirred then.
At first it was a faint tickle–like silk dragging on your skin–but soon, the tendrils slid out from him, cool and fluid, curling over your bare stomach, slipping along your hips, ghosting over the insides of your thighs. Others traced your ribs, your collarbone, the back of your neck, moving with slow, deliberate curiosity in all the places his hands couldn’t reach at once. You moved back against him, pressing your ass into the cradle of his hips, trying to give him the relief he was evidently chasing. But it earned you a sharp, helpless whimper that sounded torn from his chest.
“Don’t–ah–don’t do that, very sensitive,” He warned, but his hands contradicted his words, one sliding down to your hip to hold you there, the other cupping your breast more firmly.
“You’re the one that’s pushing your erection against me, Void,” You teased softly, your voice curling into the dark. The words made him give a sharp, almost wounded sound in the back of his throat, his mouth still moving down the slope of your shoulder, dragging wet heat over the jut of the muscle there, then moving lower, his tongue slipping lazily up your spine as though he could drink the taste of your skin straight into himself. His hips pressed forward again, slow but loaded, that unintentional rutting stealing the air right out of your lungs.
“I…Can’t control that,” He murmured, voice vibrating against your back. The faint glow of his pupils dipped as though in shame, but his hips contradicted him again with another slow grind. “You’re all warm, and it’s like I can…Sense your arousal. And with you pressed up against me like this, it’s hard to hold myself back.” The tendrils around you shifted as though they’d heard every breath you took–pulsing now in rhythm with your heartbeat. It was like he could feel it through you, reading the quickening in your breath, the tightening in your muscles. You tilted your head slightly, giving him a sidelong smile he couldn’t possibly miss even in the dark.
“Do you want me to turn over and face you then,” You asked, “Since you don’t want me pressed against you?” The whimper he let out was quiet but raw, the kind that scraped along the edges of his restraint.
“Ma-Maybe that would be better,” He replied–though it sounded more like a plea than a decision. The shadows obeyed before his hands did, the tendrils coiling beneath you, sliding in a smooth ripple across your back and hips, helping to ease you onto your back. You moved through the cold embrace like you’d done this a hundred times–which you had–the sensation of them curling away from your skin only to reappear in new places leaving goosebumps trailing over your flesh.
When your head hit the pillow and your gaze met his, you caught the way his eyes–those white, glowing pupils–flicked down your body in a visible drop. They snagged on your breasts instantly. His shoulders rose and fell with a deep, almost ragged inhale before he let out a low, unrestrained whine.
“Oh…Jesus Christ,” He breathed, almost pained in the way he said it, “I think this is worse.” You couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled out of you.
“Why? You don’t like looking at my breasts?” His eyes lifted just enough to meet yours again, but that glow had gone hotter, sharper, almost liquid.
“Of course I like looking at your breasts,” he rasped, and the hunger in his tone could’ve been a physical weight pressing down on you. “It’s just…” He swallowed, jaw tightening as though the words were being dragged from somewhere deep. “Fuck, I really want you. I’m just…Trying to control myself…I’m feeling like I’m going to lose every semblance of restraint.” Your hand came up slowly, the pads of your fingers brushing the cool slope of his jaw before you cupped his cheek full. His outline was barely there in the dark–just the suggestion of Bob’s face in shadow, faint silver-white flecks scattered across him like some private night sky. You let your thumb trace lightly over the bridge of his nose, feeling the subtle shift in his form under your touch.
“Is there a point in restraining yourself when evidently I’m willing to do anything for you?” You murmured, your voice low but steady. His pupils vanished as his eyelids slid shut, his head leaning into your touch like it was the only thing he wanted, then a small sigh escaped him, thin and almost defeated.
“You’ve seen how I get when I let myself go,” He replied, and there was a flicker of something in it–not just a warning, but the ghost of shame and want tangled together. A quiet laugh left you, not mocking, but warm, curling around the edge of the tension in the room. You leaned in until your lips just brushed his, enough to let him feel your breath fanning over his mouth.
“Yeah,” You whispered, letting the admission hang between you, “You get all hot and whiny and needy…” You pressed your mouth to his then–a gentle kiss, a contrast to the way his whole form felt like it was coiled tight enough to snap. His lips were cold, but pliant under yours, and you could feel the faintest tremor ripple through him as if the contact had shaken something loose, then you pulled back, “And I love that,” You added. The tendrils tightened around you again–a slow, deliberate constriction that made you exhale sharply–before they continued to explore you, curling at your waist, teasing the sensitive dip of your hips, trailing in lazy, suggestive loops along the waistband of your underwear. One traced a feather-light path lower, a ghost of a touch that made your breath stutter. When his eyes opened again, that familiar glow returned, shimmering and molten with need.
“I’m sure you do…” He murmured, the corner of his mouth twitching faintly before his voice dropped into something quieter, almost sulky. “You like when I embarrass myself.” He mumbled the last part, but you caught every syllable. Leaning in, you began to pepper soft, fluttering kisses across his shadowed face–his temple, his cheekbone, the faint slope where his jaw would be in the light. Each kiss made the starlit flecks on his skin shimmer and stir, as if your mouth was buzzing them to life.
“I don’t find it to be embarrassing,” You whispered to him. “Now c’mon…Let yourself go. Give into the temptation.” A quiet, nervous sound slipped from him, a moaned out sigh, as his hand lifted to settle against the side of your breast. The contrast between his cold fingers and the heat of your skin made you shiver. His fingertips dug in slightly, just enough to make you arch closer to him, and you felt the tremor in his grip.
“Fuck,” He groaned, the word breaking at the edges, “You’re hard to resist.”
His mouth found yours again before you could say anything back. This kiss was different than yours– intimate, deliberate, and impossibly sweet. The kind of kiss that made you feel like he was trying to memorize you from the inside out. His lips moved slowly against yours, coaxing, savoring, until the faint scrape of teeth caught your bottom lip in a careful nip.
The tendrils reacted in time with him–a shifting, sinuous movement that slid between your legs, curling under your thighs to part them with a gentle but insistent pressure. Cool shadows cushioned the back of your legs as he lowered himself closer, his form slotting between them until you could feel the cold presence of his erection pressed against the heat of your core through the thin barrier of your underwear.
His forehead rested against yours for a moment, breath uneven, and you could see every shimmering fleck across his shadowed skin pulse faintly, like stars caught in the moment before they collapsed into themselves. Your arms slid up and around his shoulders, pulling him closer until his weight and cold form pressed more fully into you. The tendrils tightened their hold around your thighs even more, caressing you as he dipped his head, mouth trailing heartless kisses down along the line of your jaw.
Each touch was lingering, his lips brushing, then parting to let his tongue slip out in slow, wet strokes against your skin. A needy little hum rumbled out of him when he reached the hollow beneath your ear, his teeth catching there in a fleeting nip before he soothed it with a kiss. You could feel his breath quicken against your throat, and you heard it hitch when your fingers tangled in his shadow-soft hair.
He moved lower, working his way down your neck with a messy combination of licking, sucking, and nipping, as if every patch of skin was something he’d been starving for. The stars scattered over his form seemed to shimmer brighter with each taste, each gasp, or soft moan you gave him. When he reached your collarbone, his cold mouth closed over it in a sucking kiss that left a slick mark, his hand tightening greedily on your breast. You arched into him, and his hips jerked in a helpless rut against your center, the hard press of his erection grinding into you through your underwear. The muffled groan that left him was almost pitiful, his restraint fraying thread by thread. His lips continued their descent until he kissed across the upper swell of your other breast, reaching its erect peak with ease. Then, with a sound that was more whimper than sigh, he wrapped his mouth around your nipple.
The pull was immediate–harder than you expected–but desperate, his tongue flicking and circling like he couldn’t get enough. He sucked deeply, his cold mouth clamping down as if he could draw your heat straight into himself, and groaned low in his throat when your fingers tightened in his hair.
His mouth was insatiable on you–sucking, lapping, his tongue swirling around the tight peak before sealing his lips over it again in another deep pull. Cold drool slicked your skin, running down the curve of your breast as if he was too focused on taking you in to bother swallowing. Every time you tugged lightly at his hair, a broken, needy sound vibrated from his throat and straight through your chest.
“God–” His voice cracked around the suction, his words muffled against you, “–your skin is so fucking soft…” He groaned again, wetter this time, and you felt the sharp rut of his hips into your core, each grind more shameless than the last. “I–ahh–can’t…Fuck, I can’t stop.” You arched into his mouth, your free hand sliding to cup the back of his neck, holding him there.
“Don’t stop, Void,” You breathed, coaxing him on, “Keep sucking…I know you love having them in your mouth.” He let out the filthiest whimper, his hips jolting against you, cock pressing harder into your clothed heat.
“I…Fuck…I do, I love it. I love your breasts, I love sucking on them…” His teeth grazed your nipples before his tongue soothed the spot in a frantic swirl, “–love how warm you are…You make me crazy.” A tendril shifted between you, curling low, slick and cold against your thigh before slipping under the edge of your underwear. With a slow, deliberate push, it moved the fabric aside, baring you completely to him. The sudden rush of cool air against your heat made you gasp, and his hips stuttered hard when the tip of him pressed directly against your bare core.
“Fuck…Oh fuck,” He gasped, mouth still working over your breast, sucking and drooling like he’d never get enough of you, “You’re so fucking wet…” His voice broke into another needy whine as he ground against you, the bare contact making him shudder. You tilted your hips up into him, dragging a moan from deep in his chest.
“You like that, hmm?” You purred, your breath warm against the crown of his silky hair. “You like rubbing your cock against my wet pussy with nothing in the way?” His mouth latched harder onto your nipple, sucking like he could pull the heat right out of you, his cold tongue circling greedily before he finally pulled off with a wet pop. A needy, wrecked moan tore out of him.
“Fucking love it,” He panted, voice cracking. His piercing white pupils were hazy with hunger and blown even wider than normal, brightening like two mini flashlights in the darkness. You smiled slowly, curling your fingers into his shadow-soft hair and giving it a firm, coaxing tug until his gaze tore from your breasts and lifted to meet your eyes.
“How about you feel it from the inside then?” You murmured, letting the challenge bleed into your tone. The sound he made was somewhere between a whimper and a groan, his shoulders trembling as if the words had gone straight through him.
“You sure?” His voice was paper-thin, fragile under the weight of his need.
“One hundred percent sure,” You replied steadily. He shuddered, lowering his forehead against your chest for just a beat before adjusting his hips. The tendrils still curled around your thighs spread you wider for him, and the blunt, icy tip of his cock slid forward, dragging deliberately through your folds. The contrast of his cold length against your heat made you suck in a sharp breath, and the sound that left him was nothing short of filthy–half a moan, half a groan, but all pure desperation.
“God–” he gasped, dragging through you again, slower this time, gathering the slickness there. “You’re always so fucking wet for me…” His voice broke as he lined himself up, every muscle in him coiled tight.
The first stretch made your breath catch, heat wrapping around that cold intrusion in a way that had you both gasping. His moan was ragged, torn right from his chest, his glowing eyes squeezing shut like the sensation was almost too much to take. He sank into you inch by inch, hips shaking against yours, until the base of him pressed flush to you and there was nowhere left to go.
“Ahhh–oh my god…” The words fell out in a shivery rush, and you could feel his tendrils tightening around you, holding you as if he was afraid you’d pull away. “You’re…You’re so tight…Fucking warming me up so well.” His forehead pressed deeper against your chest, his breath shaky and cold against your skin.
You didn’t give him a chance to move though. Because you wrapped your legs around his hips, and locked him in place, squeezing him to you so there wasn’t a fraction of space left between your bodies. His head snapped up, eyes blown wide and glowing, his voice breaking on a gasp.
“Y/N…What are you doing?” He tried to thrust, but your legs held him fast. “I need–” his tone pitched higher into a desperate whine, “I need to move.”
You brushed your lips against his jaw, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I want to see if you can last like this…Until I allow you to start moving.” His whole body shuddered at that, the tendrils tightening almost painfully around your thighs, like they were fighting against you, with his hands gripping at your hips like he could pull himself deeper somehow so he could at least thrust just a little bit, even if it was just a fraction.
“Please–” The word cracked as he said it, his hips flexing in a tiny, helpless grind that didn’t get him anywhere. “You can’t–fuck, you can’t just–” Another groan, sharp and frustrated. “I’m not…I’m not gonna make it if you do this to me.” Your walls flexed around him in a deliberate, slow squeeze, and it was like you’d set off a chain reaction in his body. Void froze, his entire frame trembling against you as a strangled, high-pitched whine broke free from his throat. His hips twitched again instinctively, but your legs locked around him even tighter and kept him caged right where you wanted him.
“Ah–fuck…Y/N…” His voice cracked like the sound was being pulled from somewhere deep, raw. He tried to breathe through it, but it came out in short, shivery bursts against your chest. “Don’t…Don’t do that, I can’t–” Another squeeze from you cut him off with a guttural groan, his hands gripping at your hips like he was drowning now. You smoothed your palm over the back of his head, carding your fingers through the soft fall of shadowy hair, coaxing him closer until his cheek pressed to your breast.
“Just relax, Void…” You murmured, your voice low and soothing against the sharp edge of his desperation. “Don’t move yet…Just feel me around you…Okay?” He shuddered like you’d asked him to step off a cliff.
“Y/N…” His voice was barely there, almost breaking, “I’m…God–I’m going to cum in you if we stay like this too long…Please…Please let me move.” The last plea dragged out of him, thin and wrecked, like it hurt him to even admit it. Your other hand came up to push his hair back from his forehead, smoothing it down in slow strokes. You caught the faint shimmer of his star-flecks trembling under the touch.
”Not yet…” The sound he made in return was pitiful–a needy, wounded whimper that seemed to vibrate through his chest into yours. He tried to shift his hips, a slow roll meant to steal a fraction of friction, but your legs stayed tight, denying him again. His frustration poured out in a shivery hiss, his tendrils curling tight and restless before they melted back against your skin in surrender. Then, he ducked his head, mouth finding the peak of your breast again like a man falling on a lifeline. His lips closed over you in a deep, messy pull, tongue circling with frantic devotion. You clenched around him again, slow and deliberate, and he moaned into your skin so hard it vibrated through your chest.
“Fuck…Oh my god…” His voice was muffled against you, wet from the slick trail he’d already left. His hips flexed instinctively, but the cage of your legs kept him locked in place, every squeeze from you making his restraint unravel. He moved to your other breast, leaving a glistening smear of spit across your chest in his wake, mouth latching on with the same greedy pull.
“You’re gonna…Drive me insane,” he rasped between frantic sucks, voice hoarse. “You’re so fucking warm…So tight around me…I can’t think.” His teeth grazed lightly before his tongue smoothed over the spot in swirling, desperate strokes, his breath coming in ragged pants against your skin. His nails bit into the soft flesh of your hips, cold and sharp enough to make you gasp, and the noise he made in response was nothing short of pitiful—high, breathless, like the sound was torn out of him. His mouth worked frantically over your breast, nipping at the mound, then sucking like he could brand the shape of it into his mouth forever.
“Y/N…” He whined against your skin, his voice cracking around the syllables. “Please, please let me…Fuck…Let me move… I need you…I need to fuck you, it’s all I can think of.” He bit again, harder this time, his tongue smoothing over the sting like an apology before he groaned into the curve of you. You smiled, your fingers sliding into his shadowy hair and tugging his head back just enough to see the wrecked glow of his eyes.
“Mmm…Is that all you can think about, Void?” You teased, your voice low and hot, curling around every word. “How desperate you are to fuck me? How much you need to feel me milking you?”A trembling sound spilled out of him, his hips jerking helplessly against the prison of your legs.
“Yes–fuck, yes, that’s all I want. I want to fuck you until I can’t breathe…Want to feel you clench around me until I can’t stand it…Want to feel you soaking me…” He rasped, almost on the brink of tears, but then you let your legs loosen, just enough that he could feel the slack.
“Good boy…” You purred, letting the praise sink in. “It’s so hot when you fucking beg… Now you can fuck me.” The sound he made was filthy–a growl that was animalistic in a way–as he tore his mouth from your breast and kissed hard up your chest. His lips found your collarbone, teeth sinking into it with a bruising bite before he pulled back, breath shaking. Then his hips drew back and snapped forward in the first thrust, deep enough to steal the air from your lungs.
“Open your mouth,” He instructed, his voice breaking around the command. You obeyed without hesitation, and his cold fingers slipped between your lips. “Suck.” You wrapped your tongue around them, tasting his skin–the staticky flavour that made your mouth tingle. When he pulled his fingers free, they were soaked in your saliva, and he wasted no time sliding them down between you, circling your clit in slow, devastating circles.
Your back arched instinctively, your body bowing into him as his thrusts matched the merciless pace of his fingers. Each stroke drove into you with brutal precision, the pressure on your clit perfectly timed to the deep, filling rhythm that had heat coiling tight in your belly.
Your nails bit into his scalp as you tugged sharply on his shadow-soft hair, pulling his mouth up to your jaw. His teeth found the delicate skin there without hesitation, grazing first, then biting down just hard enough to make your breath hitch. His cold breath fanned over your ear, ragged and uneven, and the sound he made was halfway between a moan and a growl.
“God–You’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” He moaned, the words shivering apart with each slam of his hips, “I can feel every twitch…Every little pulse inside you…Fuck, it’s like you’re dragging the cum out of me already.” The desperation in his tone poured over you, seeping into your bones, and you couldn’t stop the way your legs twitched around him. The muscles in your thighs trembled with the effort of holding him close, of taking every rough, relentless thrust. The tendrils coiled tighter, almost shivering against your skin in sync with the quick, deep movements of his body.
“You like that?” You breathed, your voice threading heat through the dark. “You like fucking me like this…Making me so wet for you I can’t even think?”
“Yes, fuck yes, I love it,” He groaned against your skin, his hips slamming forward hard enough to rock you further up the mattress. “You’re so fucking perfect…Feel like you’re made for me…And I can’t stop, I don’t ever want to stop.” The way he said it–hoarse, worshipful, desperate–sent another shudder through you, your core tightening around him in warning. Your breathing quickened, each moan breaking apart as his pace stayed brutal, his fingers circling your clit in tight, unyielding strokes.
“I can feel it…I can feel you getting close,” He gasped, his voice cracking into a needy whine. “Come for me, baby…Let me feel you clench around me…Milk me until I can’t breathe.” Your nails scraped down his back, dragging hard enough to leave faint trails in his shadowed form, and the noise he made in response was filthy–sharp and aching. Your hips jerked up into him without control, the pleasure cresting so fast you could barely form the warning.
“Oh Void!” You whimpered, the words cutting into a cry as your orgasm ripped through you. Your body arched again, every muscle locking tight, your legs trembling violently against his hips. You felt yourself clutching around him in hot, rhythmic pulses, every squeeze dragging another desperate groan from his chest.
He didn’t stop–not for a second. If anything, your climax spurred him into something almost feral. His thrusts grew even rougher, deeper, chasing his own edge now, the wet sound of your bodies meeting echoing in the dark.
“Fuck…Oh fuck–I’m gonna–” His voice broke into a shameless, almost wounded sound, his hips snapping forward in two, three, four more hard thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt and spilled into you. His release came in deep, throbbing waves, each one accompanied by a sharp little twitch in his muscles.
He stayed inside you, grinding shallowly, pushing his cum deeper with each slow rock of his hips until it was spilling down over the base of him. The noise he let out then–half-groan, half-broken whimper–sounded almost shameful, like he hated how good it felt to lose himself completely.
His head dropped into the crook of your neck, cold lips pressing messily to your skin, and you felt the tremor still running through him. His muscles twitched under your hands, his form shivering as if he was trying to catch up to what had just happened.
“Fuck…” He said, muffled against you, still holding you like he couldn’t stand the thought of letting go. His breathing was still ragged when the last few shudders worked through him, but his grip never loosened. He stayed buried inside you, chest pressed flush to yours like he was afraid that if he moved too far, you’d disappear. The tendrils slowly unraveled from the iron-tight hold they’d had on your thighs, but they didn’t retreat–no, they lingered, gliding in slow, languid passes over your skin. Cool, silken strands traced up the sides of your waist, along the curve of your hips, brushing the insides of your thighs as if memorizing you all over again.
His head lifted just enough for you to catch his mouth in a slow, unhurried kiss. It was messy–your lips sliding against his from the combined heat and his own lingering tremor–but it was sweet too, deep in that way that said he wasn’t trying to take from you anymore, just to savor. His cold mouth softened against yours, his teeth grazing in fleeting nips before his tongue pushed forward in a lazy stroke, tasting you like he had all the time in the world.
When he pulled back, it was only far enough to brush his lips along your cheek, then down to your jaw, placing featherlight kisses there while his tendrils curled protectively around you. The faint glow of his eyes dimmed as the adrenaline bled out of him, and you could feel his body start to relax over yours, the last of that desperate tension melting away. You smoothed your fingers along the back of his neck, feeling the cool silk of his hair.
“That’ll definitely help you fall asleep now, hmm?” You teased softly, though the affection in your tone made it less of a jab and more of a gentle observation. The corner of his mouth twitched into something that might’ve been a smile, and the low sound he made was almost a laugh–soft, sheepish, tinged with the smallest note of satisfaction.
“Already dozing off as we speak,” He murmured, voice slurring faintly as if the pull of sleep had already wrapped its fingers around him.
One of his tendrils slid higher, curling loosely around your wrist before slipping up to brush over your knuckles, like he was making sure he could still feel you even as the heaviness of exhaustion tugged him under. His hips stayed pressed to yours, the connection unbroken, and the quiet hum in his chest felt almost like a purr as his breathing slowed, syncing with yours, finally slipping into the peacefulness of sleep.
Pairing: Robert Reynolds x Reader, technically if you squint Void x Reader? in the slightest way
Summary: After coming home from a delayed mission, you find Bob fighting with the Void. Taunted by his words, he decides to show Void just how much he doesn’t have you.
Warnings: Cucking the Void(!!!), so much dirty talk, fingering, minor choking, rough sex, reader tears up from the fucking lol
Word Count: 2.5k
first time writing a smut for our dear bob hehe
It started with silence— it always does. When Bob gets lost in his thoughts, thinking too deep into his insecurities. You noticed he was off during your last call with him, but he never mentioned it, so you didn’t pry. You’d gone on a mission with some of the New Avengers, and what was supposed to be a couple of days turned to almost a week. You’d called him one last time before the team went off the grid, telling him you’d be a day late. But here you were, five days later, just now getting to have contact with him.
As soon as you entered the apartment, you could tell something was off. It’s a deep silence. One that makes the air feel thick as it seeps into the room— almost suffocating. The living room was dark, the low hum of the fan kept the quiet from being deafening, and the only small source of light came from Bob’s bedroom. He always left at least a lamp on, just in case of nights like this when you’d come over during the later hours. But tonight, the gesture had been overlooked. A small voice slid through the crack of the door, indistinctly Bob’s. You slowly made your way farther into his apartment, shutting the door before quietly stepping towards his room.
“Bob?,” you spoke, voice low as not to disturb him. He was muttering, harsh but quick responses to a voice you couldn’t hear.
He’s sat on the edge of his bed, the lamp in the far corner being the only light to illuminate him. His elbows are bent on his knees, holding his head in his hands. His fingers tangled into his curls, the distress causing him to grip tight. He felt your presence, the calming aura you gave him radiated towards his unsettled one. He wanted to look up at you, to greet you and pull you close.
But he was here.
“Don’t look at her. Don’t speak to her,” he harshly whispered, his voice low and deep. You closed the door behind you, slowly making your way over to him.
“I said, don’t speak to her. She’s not yours, she isn’t for you.”
“Bob? Who’re you talking to?”
His head moved, almost looking in your direction before turning the other way and looking behind him. He was listening to something— or someone— that you couldn’t hear, couldn’t see.
Then it hit you.
The last time you’d seen him act this way was months ago, the last time that Void came around. You’d thought Bob made progress; he seemed happier now, more in control of his abilities and strength. Your heart broke for him, the feeling of remorse tightening in your chest.
“Is… is he back?” Your voice was small, but clear to him. He finally looked up at you. The usual warmth his eyes held for you was almost gone; like it was fighting to stay in his orbs.
“He never really left, I think. He started to show up a few days ago, but I shrugged it off. He only comes to me when I’m starting to feel safe again. Sometimes I think he’s right. He says I’m not good enough for you, that I’ll never deserve you… but he does. He thinks you should belong to him, not me.”
Your heart broke for him. Bob had always been nothing short of the best for you. There was no one else in this world that you’d rather call yours. You stepped closer to him, his eyes never leaving you as you approached him.
“Don’t listen to him. He doesn’t get to make that decision.”
She’ll grow bored of you. Too nice, too soft. Let me show her what power really feels like.
He stood up, stepping towards you suddenly. His taller stature towered over you as he cornered you against the wall you stood in front of. You could tell whatever Void just said to him pissed him off; his breathing intensified and the look in his eyes darkened, jaw clenched.
“I… I feel him,” he began, voice low and spoken through gritted teeth, “He’s just watching. Listening. It’s… He’s… getting off on this.”
The second you let your guard down, she’s mine.
He shook his head, still trying to fight Void’s comments about you.
You take a hand and run it through his hair, pulling his head down closer to you. Nothing more than a whisper, you lean into his ear and say, “Let him suffer. You’re the only one who can touch me, Bob. I’m yours.”
“Say it again, I don’t think he heard you clearly.”
“I’m yours, Robert. Only yours.”
It’s like a switch flipped in him. He kissed you harshly; it was sudden, probably bruising; it was dominant. One unfamiliar to you. He’s only ever kissed you with tenderness, like you were made of porcelain. Now, you felt his anger, his frustration. Not with you, never with you, but for him. His hands moved quickly, determined to get your clothes off as fast as he could, hands slightly trembling. It wasn’t just the lust now coursing through his veins, but it was possession… dominance.
His hand slid down your body tantalizingly slow— like he’s showing Void exactly what he can’t have. You whimpered as his fingers rubbed circles around your core, moving around you expertly. He made sure Void knew that he knew your body, not him.
“Already so wet for me,” he muttered against your neck, kissing right under your ear. “Always for me, isn’t it? Never for him.”
You nodded, whimpering a small little ‘hmm’ as a response. He slid two fingers into you— no warning, no slow ease, just rough desire. His other hand held the back of your neck, keeping you stable.
“He… sees this, doesn’t he?” you say through moans, panting as he stared down between your legs.
Bob nods, his fingers picking up the pace. “Yeah… Yeah, he does.”
Your voice dropped lower, whispering into his ear, “Let’s show him how good you make me feel. Let him suffer knowing he’s not the one sinking into me… he doesn’t get to feel me like this.”
He growls a low moan from deep in his chest. He crashes his mouth back onto yours, tongue slipping into your mouth, desperate to kiss you as deep as he could. His fingers were quick, ruthless, like he was showing Void just how real you were… how deep he could reach inside you. He could never— would never.
“You’re so wet… so desperate for me. Not him. Never, ever him.”
“Mmm, only you… Only for you,” you whimpered, nodding your head quickly. Your hands grip his shoulders as he doesn’t let up, his relentless pace making your legs start to tremble. Your orgasm is chasing you, running up behind you ready to push you over.
“Show him, baby. Show him how you fall apart for me. How much you need me,” he begged. You clench over his fingers, knowing you’re at the edge. He grinned— a dark, powerful grin. He took pride in making Void suffer.
“Go ahead, baby. Come for me, all over my hand… let him fucking watch you.”
You did as you were told, his fingers coated in your warm slick as you shook before him. Your hips jerked against his hand, trying to get him ever deeper inside you.
“Yeah… that’s it. Look at you… such a mess for me.” He whispered, taking his fingers out of your pulsing core. He rubbed your pussy, collecting more of your slick before bringing his fingers to his mouth. A small gasp escaped you as you watched him lick your come from his hand, savoring the flavor of your arousal like you were his dessert. Taking his fingers out, he muttered something. It was unintelligible, but harsh— he’d spoken to Void directly. He pulled you away from the wall just enough to slide his arms around your waist, throwing you over his shoulder. Bob was always so gentle with you, so polite with his touches— so much so that you forgot his abilities… his inhuman strength.
He tossed you onto the bed, making quick work of his own clothing.
You’re weak, Robert. Your body could never please her.
“Shut the fuck up,” Bob spoke, his voice louder and stern. His jaw tightened, scanning your body. “Just look at her. You’re torturing yourself knowing you’ll never feel how warm she is, how nice she takes me.”
He strokes his cock a couple of times and slams into you without warning, one deep and punishing thrust. You cry out, clutching his broad shoulders.
“Gonna fuck her until there’s nothing left for you. I’ll ruin her— oh, fuuuuck,” he moans, almost a growl as pleasure and anger course through him. His thrusts are deep, like he’s trying to bury himself so far into you that Void could never pull him out— showing him just how much he gets to have of you. You can tell when Void speaks to him; his thrusts hit harder and he snarls, almost like he’s holding back from verbally destroying him.
You look up at him, his eyes glowing gold just the tiniest bit, just as he shakes his head.
“You’re mine. Mine. Not his, you’ll never be his. He doesn’t get to have you like this, all warm and tight around me.”
You’ll fuck up and lose her. You know it.
Bob snaps, his hips slamming even faster into you. A hand wraps around your throat, the pressure making you close your eyes in bliss. The grip is tight, firm but still gentle. You weren’t sure of what he said to Bob, but you knew it pissed him off. His hand grounded you as he let his anger out, tightening just a little more.
“She’s so tight around me, gripping me like she doesn’t want to let go.” His other hand now gripped the headboard. “She’s. Still. Here,” he growls through his gritted teeth, a hard thrust of his hips hitting yours with each word.
Your body arched off the bed, hips moving to meet his. Your eyes began to fill with tears, the pleasure becoming almost enough to push you to your orgasm.
“Robert…” You moan loudly, using some force to push out a sound that wasn’t a whimper.
“Mmm, that’s right, baby. Say it again. Louder, make sure he hears you.”
This time, you screamed his name, with one of your hands gripping his upper arm and the other raising to touch his face. The hand he placed on the headboard came down to meet your hip, and he held onto you so tight you felt the bruising start to form.
“Good girl,” his voice is lower, cracking at the end. He wasn’t tired as his pace has yet to falter, but it was something deeper, more personal. It’s almost like he said it in a way where he’s in disbelief, stunned that you’re underneath him, and that you’re real. Something Void told him he’d never have— something real, someone real. To love forever, to be with until the end of his days.
“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking perfect. So goddamn perfect and you’re mine. Not his. You’ve always been mine.” His words come out strong, like he’s beating the idea into Void even harder.
The darkness started to fade from the room— you didn’t realize it, but it wasn’t just dark in the apartment, it was Void. He’d caused the apartment to become engulfed by his darkness, his evil.
Void began to silence himself. Bob wasn’t feeling that shiver creep up his back like he was there, watching as he made you unravel before him. It was just the two of you, finally.
But, Bob wasn’t finished.
He pulled out of you in one quick, solid movement and flipped you around onto the bed. His hand pressed into your back to hold you down onto the bed. Your fists grip the white sheets as his thrusts pick back up, causing your body to shake.
“I need the fucker to see this before he goes back to whatever shit hole he came from. I need him to understand that you want me like this. Need him to watch you take it— take all of me in that pretty pussy.”
His hand slides up your back, now placing his forearms on each side of you. Your loud, whiny moans mixed with his needy, gravelly ones as they filled the room, echoing off the walls and holding the two of you. He leans over you, his mouth at your ear as his breath sends chills up your spine.
“Tell me you love me, baby. Tell him that you love me, before the fucker leaves. Say my name.”
“Fuck, Robert, I love you so fucking much— mhmmm— there’s no man better for me than you.” Your voice sounds more like a prayer, sobbing the words to him as you whimper through the moans.
That’s what breaks him.
He groans into your neck, his hand reaching up to hold yours as his hips thrust a few more times, spilling inside you. It’s deep and hot, like he’s pouring everything he is into you— his body, his soul, his darkness. Almost as if he had finally exorcised the evil from himself, finally at ease.
You’d come with him, crying his name out into the pillow, your core clenching around him.
It’s silent now— the room, the Void.
He pulls out to lie beside you, pulling your exhausted body into his.
“I’m sorry if I was..”
“Don’t be,” you cut him off, knowing his next words, “You needed that, baby. I needed you.”
“He just.. he got back into my head. He was so loud this time. Just constantly telling me how I’d never be good enough for you, how I’d never deserve someone like you. I just wanted to disappear again.”
You turned so that your chest pressed against his, tilting your head up to look at him. The gold sheen in his eyes was now gone, leaving you to look into these beautiful brown eyes you’d fallen in love with.
“I know, my love.. I know. But you didn’t.”
“It’s.. it’s weird. I heard him fade away this time. That’s.. never happened before. I could feel him sinking away from me. Like each time you said my name he pushed him back into his own void. I hate him. I hate that he’s always here, just waiting to come for me again.”
You caressed his face, using your thumb to wipe at a tear starting to roll down his face.
“I know,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss his jaw, “but I’m here, too. And I always will be.”
He looked down at you, eyes filling up with more tears, “Don’t let go of me tonight.. need to keep feeling you.. how you’re real.”
“I won’t. I wouldn’t dream of it.”
He grabbed down at the blanket that was almost off the bed, unraveling it the best he could with one hand and pulled it over the two of you. It was quiet after that— a good kind of quiet.
He muttered your name once, in a whisper, like he just admired you— like a thank you. Like a lifeline. Like a forever.
warnings: smut (18+ mdni), messy pussy eating, enemies-to-lovers dynamics, public sex, reader and bob getting caught, mentions of blood and gore
word count: 3k
a/n: this one has been sitting in my drafts since july...i kinda hate it but oh well...not proofread because i just wanted to get it out of my drafts (sorry)
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imagine enemy-to-lover!bob eating you out during a mission.
you and bob never liked each other much.
when you joined the thunderbolts as their new member, you tried to be his friend rather than just a co-worker. after all, you'd be living together in close proximity, so why not just try?
you'd offer him food and ask him if he wanted to play board games or watch a movie. you'd invite him out to places, only to be met with: "no thanks, i've got plans tonight."
and even when you'd call him on his bluff, questioning why he told yelena that same morning he was free all day, he'd simply frown and say, "bedtime's at five. sorry."
except you could hear him pacing all night behind the thin wall that separated your rooms, muttering to the ghosts only he could see.
you'd tell jokes to try and diffuse the tension, thinking that maybe he took some time to warm up to new people. however, they were met with a half-assed chuckle, or simply nothing at all. you despised the way you curled in on yourself whenever he gave you that blank look.
weeks went by, and your patience dwindled. any goodwill that you had quickly soured like expired milk.
that's when the halls of the compound came alive with the sounds of your bickering.
sharp jabs. snide remarks. constant hostility.
you couldn't understand why he disliked you so much. maybe it was something about your personality that didn't sit well with him. maybe it was your habit of being a bit messy and unorganized, or your raunchy humor.
or maybe—just maybe—he was an asshole.
so when you and bob got separated from the rest of the team during a particularly stressful mission, you couldn't believe your luck. trying to infiltrate the laboratory in madripoor was harder than you initially thought.
smoke, gunfire, adrenaline—you could barely see five feet in front of you. the comms were down and unintelligible yelling echoed throughout the sterile white halls of the laboratory. overhead lights flickered, creating stuttering flashes that hurt your eyes.
escape seemed almost impossible, and you could feel dread start to weigh down on your shoulders.
you just hoped that bob wouldn't be fuckhead you died next to.
the two of you pressed yourselves up against a wall, breaths ragged and bodies filled with adrenaline. bob peeked around the corner first, his jaw clenching as the smoke only seemed to be getting thicker. your hands trembled slightly as you reloaded your gun.
“see? this is what happens when you don’t listen to me." bob hissed in frustration. "i told you to go right!”
you rolled your eyes as you shoved a new clip into place. “bite me, robert.”
he took a breath, preparing to throw more insults your way—probably about how "you're too stubborn", or how "you never listen", or how "sometimes i feel like you do these things just to piss me off."
however, the snarky reply on lips died when heavy boots suddenly pounded closer, the echoes bouncing menacingly off the walls.
both of you stilled.
you peeked out just as a squadron of guards rounded the corridor. their guns were already raised and searching for their next target. your heart immediately kicked up into your throat.
bob wasted no time in grabbing your arm and ushering you to run.
"shit—back! back, go!"
you both bolted, sprinting down the hall as bullets whizzed past, the air hissing by your cheeks. in the midst of your panic you could feel bob shifting behind you, his bulletproof frame acting as a shield to take the brunt of the gunfire.
a bullet slammed into his shoulder and he grunted, but his pace didn't falter. he shoved you forward with a snarl.
"keep moving, damn it!"
the muscles in your legs burned as you weaved through the halls. you tried ignore the prickling sensation in your lungs, feeling the smoke slowly suck all the oxygen out.
amidst the thick smog, you were able to make out the sparking console looming ahead. its live wires snapped like hungry tendrils, spitting electric sparks that singed the air.
right as you ducked underneath them, you tossed over your shoulder, "you sure you're not leading us into a trap, genius?"
even facing imminent death, you still wanted to push his buttons.
his shoulder brushed against yours as another successful bullet made him stumble slightly.
"just shut up and run!" bob barked.
then, without warning, the lights all but vanished.
pitch black—an abyss.
all you could do was pray that neither of you blindly crashed into a wall, your sprinting slowing to a pathetic jog.
but rather soon, deafening alarms blared as red emergency lights kicked in. they bathed everything in a pulsing crimson glow, giving the smoke an appearance of blood mist.
and that's when you saw him.
a guard only seven feet away from you, rifle raised and eager to shoot.
you skidded to a halt.
time seemed to slow as you felt your stomach drop like a fifty-pound weight. you froze, eyes wide and breathless.
"wait!" you cried, throwing your hands up in surrender. "hang on, hang o—"
the muzzle flashed.
before you knew it, you had been thrown sideways into the wall. you hit the ground hard, completely disoriented, and your shoulder screaming in pain.
bob moved at the speed of light.
he was on the guard in a blur, his fist connecting with a sickening crunch. it was followed by a wet, splattering sound—almost like a watermelon splitting on pavement—and soon, what remained of the guard was slowly dripping off the adjacent wall.
strong arms hauled you up, bob's grip bruising but steady.
"you trying to get shot, or what?" he panted.
even in the middle of your daze, you couldn't help but notice that his usual venom had been replaced by something else—something raw.
something resembling worry or concern.
he pulled you towards a side corridor, boots skidding as he shoved you into a cramped backroom. he slammed the door shut and locked it, red light seeping underneath it to barely illuminate the tight space.
you stood mere centimeters from each other, chests heaving. blood and soot streaked across his face, making his blue eyes appear brighter despite the near darkness. his gaze flickered towards yours, his pupils wide and blown out.
"you okay?"
the question came out rough. reluctant, almost.
you merely nodded, throat tight.
a silence stretched between the two of you. while this wasn't out of the ordinary, it weighed uncharacteristically heavy with the things that couldn't be said: the way he took bullets for you, how he saved you from being killed without a moment's hesitation, the way your hands violently shook.
bob suddenly closed the gap.
he stepped too close—so close that you could smell the gunpowder and the remnants of his cologne.
then he did the unimaginable.
he gently cupped your jaw, holding you as if you were made of porcelain, turning your head side to side as he eyed the cut on your lip—the cut he most definitely gave you when he shoved you out of the way.
his thumb tenderly swiped at the droplet of blood streaking down your chin. your heart leapt, bewildered by the sudden act of kindness.
"fuck, i hate this," he exhaled shakily. "hate that i..." he trailed off, his jaw working. then, ever so quietly: "i thought you were going to die."
something about the atmosphere was becoming far too real—uncomfortably so. your pulse started to beat wildly, wondering what happened to the man who had reciprocated your antagonizing for months.
you managed a half-smile and a wry chuckle, trying to bring you both back to reality. "you turning soft on me, robert?"
bob swallowed, eyes flickering down to your lips.
your eyebrows knotted. what the hell?
ever so slowly, he leaned in, almost as if he were testing the waters to see if you would bolt.
you didn't wait to find out.
the second his lips brushed yours, you shoved him back. the sound of his back colliding against the wall echoed and you gasped, a hand coming up to clamp your mouth as you prayed that you didn't set off another wave of guards.
"what the fuck, bob?" you hissed, trying to keep the panic in your voice contained to a strained whisper. "what the fuck was that? what's wrong with you?"
he dropped his head into his hands out of embarrassment. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. fuck, i don't know what came over me."
his spindly fingers dragged down his face, his panicked gaze meeting yours. "god, please don't hate me."
you were speechless. you opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water.
"ar-ar-are you fucking kidding?" you managed to spit out. "you're asking me now to not hate you? when you've been acting like a total cunt since the second i moved into the tower?"
the last part came out as a half-shout, and he raised his hands up in surrender as he shushed you.
"i know i've been such an asshole to you. i'm sorry. i just—" he took a deep breath, "ever since i first saw you, i thought you were the most beautiful girl i've ever seen. like, drop dead gorgeous. you were so nice and funny but i didn't know what to do! i lost control a few months back and basically wiped out half of new york, and—and—sometimes i still feel the void in me, trying to claw its way out. you're so perfect and i didn't want to hurt you at all, so it was just easier to push you away until you hated me and wanted nothing to do with me."
you could only stare at him. to say you were shocked was an understatement.
"then," he continued, "you almost just fucking died, and i slammed you into a wall and now you're bleeding and it's all my fault!"
his voice cracked on the last word. he looked down at his hands in horror, like they were weapons he couldn't trust. "i keep thinking, what if the void comes out? what if i hurt you in some worse way? i push people away because it's easier to hurt myself rather than hurt them. you're beautiful, funny, and kind. you're everything i'm not. i ruin everything i touch. so yeah, i acted like an asshole. it was safer that way. but fuck, when i saw that gun on you i couldn't pretend anymore."
somehow, the closet felt smaller. it was harder to breathe.
you were floored, left tongue-tied amidst the flood of words from this man. the same man who blanked at your jokes, who hurled insults at you, who shielded your body like it was primal instinct.
yes, you were hurt—you were frustrated and sad, but you couldn't ignore the softness that swirled in the tornado of emotions.
then you moved.
you closed the gap, hands fisting in his shirt as you yanked him down into a fierce kiss.
it hit like a collision; your mouth crashed against his, desperation on your lips as you tasted blood and smoke. he froze for a second, no doubt stunned, then groaned low in his throat and kissed back just as hard. bob's hands flew to your face, thumbs brushing against your cheek, holding you like you would vanish any second.
you poured everything into it the kiss: the months of rejection, the bickering, the way he saved your life. your tongues tangled, teeth grazing against each other.
he backed you into the wall, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours.
a thin line of saliva connected your mouths together, your breaths ragged.
"i'm sorry," he whispered. "for all of it."
you shook your head and kissed him again, murmuring against his lips. "don't. don't stop."
bob groaned and broke the kiss once more. you were about to complain, but the words died quickly on your tongue as he asked the million dollar question.
"can i—can i taste you?" he panted. "it's okay if you don't want to, i know it's too soon—"
"yes."
no hesitation. resolute.
he wasted no time in sinking to his knees, like the weight of everything was dragging him down. with trembling hands, he tugged your cargo pants and underwear in one rough pull.
the air hitting your pussy made you clench around nothing.
bob hooked your leg over his shoulder, his large hands coming up to steady your waist against the wall.
then he dove in.
his mouth was open and hot, tongue flattening against your folds in one long drag that made your knees buckle. he whimpered as your juices dripped against his lips, the taste of you making his eyes roll to the back of his head.
one of your hands twisted in his unkempt locks, while the other clamped against your mouth to conceal your moans.
your heavy breathing spurred him on, prompting him to lick deeper and savor every inch of you like it was the last chance he would have. you almost squealed as his tongue dove impossibly deep into your core, the muscle massaging your pulsing walls.
obscene wet sounds filled the air, somehow louder than the alarm blaring right outside the door.
your head hit the concrete wall as your eyes fluttered closed.
in the distance, you could hear the echoes of heavy boots thundering throughout the halls. even though you would never admit it out loud, you felt a sick sense of glee imagining the guards walking in and seeing how he suckled at your clit like a starving kitten.
bob's hand slowly slid up your shirt to gently cup your breast, his thumb brushing clumsy circles over your nipple.
"wan' you to cum on my face," he murmured against your pussy. "please."
before you could answer, he slipped his index finger in one long stroke. you all but sucked him in, stars exploding behind your eyes as he gently rubbed that spongy part deep inside you.
that feeling, combined with the way he massaged your breast and the sensation of short, precise licks on your clit pushed you over the edge.
you wanted nothing more in that moment to scream his name like a prayer—to moan and whimper as you rode the wave. but as you started to hear more footsteps outside, you opted to bite your lip to muffle your sounds, teeth digging into your wound.
the pain only served to heighten the feeling of euphoria.
bob pulled away, wiping his mouth and rising to his feet. he steadied you with both hands on your hips as you stumbled forwards on shaky legs.
his chest rose and fell in harsh bursts, lips swollen and chin wet with you. and for the first time—with his eyes wide and pupils dilated—you felt like he was truly seeing you; it felt like he was memorizing every angle and imperfection of your face, as if he were waiting for you to push him away and tell him it was a mistake and that this would never happen again.
you didn't.
instead, you reached between your bodies, fingers clumsily undoing his belt to gain access to where you wanted it the most.
you had only one thought on your mind.
"i want you in me," you whispered. "i want to feel your cock."
he moaned. "as you wish."
bob helped you in taking off his pants, hissing through his teeth once you wrapped a hand around his cock. it was hard, hot, and slick at the tip from how long he'd been aching.
you pumped him once, twice—then he dropped his forehead to your shoulder with a broken whimper.
"don't," he breathed. "don't tease me. just do it, please."
you stood on your tip of your toes, lining his member up with your entrance. you looked up at him one more time for permission, and he nodded before pulling you in for another sloppy kiss.
right as the tip of his cock barely entered you, right as he deepened the kiss, right as you let out a needy groan—
the door handle rattled violently.
then the door burst open.
yelena stood in the doorway, her pistol primed and ready to shoot. but when she saw the two of you half-naked and pressed up against each other, she all but dropped her gun as she stumbled backwards.
"jesus!" she yelled and shielded her eyes. "what the fuck?"
"what?" john asked. you could hear him running down the hall. "what's going o—oh my god!" walker paled as he poked his head in.
bob spun you around so that you were shielded behind his chest, well out of view from everyone else. you clutched the front of his shirt and an embarrassed flush climbed up your neck.
the rest of the team quickly appeared, no doubt concerned at the shouts and cries of their peers. yelena begged alexei to not go inside, but ever stubborn as he was, he tried to get a good look. bob quickly shut the door with the back of his foot before anymore unwanted eyes could see your fucked up little secret.
"is everything okay?" bucky asked, voice muffled behind the door.
yelena exhaled before responding. "i heard heavy breathing coming from the closet. i thought one of them was injured, or maybe there was someone else hiding there. so i opened it, and, well..." she trailed off, probably hoping that bucky would get the hint.
but even in his old age, he was still clueless about some things.
it took ava muttering a disgusted, "got it", before bucky groaned in realization. he banged his fist against the door, making you and bob jump in surprise.
"disgusting!" he yelled, "you guys are so disgusting!"
"look," yelena said, her tone strained. "we cleared out the place. we're heading back to the jet. debrief in fifteen. please have your pants on this time."
you listened for the sound of their quickly receding footsteps before you let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding. you looked up at bob, expecting to find him to look as ashamed as you. instead, you were greeted with a self-satisfied half-smile.
"so worth it," he muttered, pressing a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose. "round two later?"
This is a general sexual manual for Bob Reynolds — what positions he prefers, which ones he tends to avoid, how he behaves during intimacy, all of that (and more) is detailed right here.
Warning: MDNI 18+. This text contains explicit sexual content, mentions of blood and menstruation, and other potentially sensitive topics.
A/n: Even though I tried to write this mostly through Bob’s eyes and feelings, keep in mind it’s still a subjective interpretation, obviously. Everyone’s free to have their own take on the character, so please don’t take every single word too seriously. After all, this is all just imagination :p
SEX POSITIONS
Missionary
Definitely one of his favorites.
Bob likes this position because he can see your face — every flutter of your eyelids, every tremor of pleasure that crosses your expression. It gives him a sense of connection, of reassurance that he’s doing it right. He’s not the overly dominant type, but he enjoys having just enough control to guide the pace, the rhythm, the depth.
In missionary, he takes his time. Slow, steady, deep. He doesn’t rush. He watches you unravel beneath him, eyes rolling back, breath catching, until your body arches up to meet his, wordless and wanting. He kisses you between thrusts, touches your face like it’s the only thing anchoring him to reality.
To Bob, it’s not just sex, it’s intimacy, and in this position, it’s personal.
Doggy Style
Unlike missionary, this one doesn’t rank high on his list.
It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy the physical part, it’s just that he misses you. In this position, he can’t see your face. He can’t watch your reactions or gauge if that low moan meant more or less. That disconnect messes with his head.
He prefers to feel you emotionally as much as physically, and doggy style puts a wall between those two things.
You’re usually the one who suggests it, and when you do, he doesn’t say no. He goes along with it, hands firm on your hips, following your lead. But the whole time, a part of him aches to turn you around, pull you close, and see you again.
Because for Bob, the pleasure is in the connection and doggy, for all its intensity, just feels a little too distant.
Cowgirl
He loves this. Absolutely adores it.
The way he gets to just lie back and watch you, watch the way you move on top of him, how your body responds, how you take control. There’s something about the confidence in your hips, the heat in your eyes when you ride him face to face, that completely unravels him.
He can touch you however he wants — your thighs, your waist, your breasts, your face. It’s all right there, and you’re the one calling the shots. And he lives for that. Sure, when you start to tire, he’s more than happy to take over, but until then? He lets you do what you want with him.
That loss of control mixed with your gaze locked on his, it’s lethal. He almost never lasts long like this.
Reverse Cowgirl
Same problem as doggy. He can’t see your face.
You might try this once or twice, maybe out of curiosity or just to spice things up, but Bob? He doesn’t really feel it.
Yes, the view is incredible — he’s not blind, he adores your ass, and watching you move on top of him like that is ridiculously hot. But it’s also distant. He can’t read you. Can’t see the flickers of pleasure, the little half-smiles, the clenched teeth.
He misses you in this position.
So while he’ll go along with it, he’ll probably suggest switching to something more intimate before long, something where he can feel more connected, more grounded in you.
Spooning
Hell yes. This one’s for those soft, sleepy nights, when one of you is too tired to move much, but still craving that closeness.
He pulls you in, arms around you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held — and to him, you are. His hips do all the work, but his heart is in your neck, breathing you in, pressing tiny, shivering kisses against your skin.
You moan, and he shudders. You gasp, and he feels it. Always so gentle, but so needy at the same time. He clutches you tighter, burying his face in your shoulder, as if the world might end if he lets go.
It’s not just about sex in this position — it’s about being close, staying close, needing you. And when he finishes he doesn’t pull away. He just holds you, like he never wants to stop.
Lotus
YES. Yes. A thousand times yes.
There’s something about being tangled together like that — skin to skin, faces close, legs wrapped, breath mingling. It’s not just sex, it’s devotion. Bob thrives in that closeness.
Your thighs draped around him, your hands in his hair, your forehead brushing his, he feels like you’re inside his soul.
The movements are small, subtle, almost lazy, but the tension is unbearable. Every tiny thrust, every twitch of your hips or squeeze of your thighs sends shivers down his spine. But what really drives him over the edge isn’t the movement. It’s you.
Your eyes. The sound of your breath. The way you bite your lip when he pushes just a little deeper.
And because you’re the one in control, moving at your pace, choosing the rhythm, he gets to watch, to feel. And he always, always, finishes fast in this one. Not because of friction but because of the feeling.
Standing
Usually, against a wall.
This one doesn’t happen often but when it does, it’s because things have boiled over. Maybe you’re drunk. Maybe he is. Maybe neither of you can't wait the five seconds it would take to find a bed. Clothes half-on, half-off. Breathless. Urgent.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, arms clutching his shoulders for balance. His hands are firm on your thighs, supporting you while he thrusts into you, slow at first, testing the limits of balance and breath. Then harder and faster.
He presses you to the wall like he’s trying to fuse you with it, and for once, he feels powerful and confident
He bites your neck, kisses your jaw, groans into your skin like he’s losing his mind. And in that wild chaos, with the door half open and the hallway spinning, he feels alive. He owns that moment and he loves how you let him.
Sex During Menstruation
This isn’t something that happens all the time between you and Bob, but it’s also not something either of you treat like a taboo. If anything, Bob sees it as a very human, very intimate kind of vulnerability — one that he’s more than willing to meet with kindness, patience, and genuine desire.
He never pressures you, and he would never suggest it outright. Not because he’s uncomfortable with it, but because he understands how different menstruation can feel from person to person, even from day to day. Some cycles leave you drained and sore; others might actually make you feel more sensitive and in the mood. Bob knows that.
So if you do suggest it, his only answer is a gentle, “Are you sure?” followed by a kiss that says he’s already on board. From that moment, you’re in his care.
He moves a little slower than usual, touches you a little more consciously, and stays deeply tuned in to how your body responds. If there’s any sign of discomfort, he stops immediately, no questions asked, no disappointment. But if you’re moaning and pulling him closer? He’ll give you everything.
There’s no disgust in his eyes. No flinching. No pulling away if his hands or thighs or anything else get messy. It doesn’t bother him. In fact, it kind of fuels something deeper in him, a need to show you that you’re loved and desired at all times, not just when you’re ‘neat’ or ‘presentable.’ His hands may be streaked red, the sheets a little ruined, but none of that matters.
Physically, the sex itself tends to be slower, more sensual. There’s a sense of care woven into every movement. Sometimes, it’s spooning or missionary with a towel underneath, and sometimes it’s you riding him because you feel more in control that way. Either way, Bob focuses less on orgasm and more on the closeness of it all.
If you’re feeling insecure about the mess, he’ll reassure you with little gestures: a kiss to your temple, a soft “I don’t care” whispered against your shoulder, or even a low laugh as he helps clean up afterward, like it’s no big deal, just another part of being woman, and a reason to keep a backup set of sheets.
Emotionally, Bob seems almost softer afterward. Like sex during your period unlocks something even more protective in him. He’ll pull you in close, rub small circles on your back, and look at you with that quiet awe he gets when he realizes just how much he loves you, and how much you trust him. That trust means more to him than anything.
ORAL POSITIONS
Sixty-nine (69)
Bob is more of a giver, always has been. That’s why sixty-nine overwhelms him a little.
Your lips wrapped around him while he’s trying to focus on pleasuring you? It’s almost too much.
He’s not the one to suggest this. It’s just not in his nature. But if you bring it up and want to try it? He won’t say no. He’ll try it for you.
Still, it’s hard for him to focus when you’re making him feel good at the same time. When he’s between your thighs, he wants to give you 100%. He wants to lose himself in your taste, your reactions, your sounds, but when he’s getting pleasure too, he gets distracted.
Your mouth is too warm. He groans into your body and his rhythm falters. Also, sixty-nine takes energy and coordination. And let’s be honest, Bob’s stamina lies in his heart, not in gymnastics.
So while he might try it, enjoy it even, he’s not exactly a fan. He’d rather lie you down and worship you without any distractions.
Face sitting
Now this? This is heaven for Bob.
When you sit on his face, you become his whole world. He’s always loved giving you pleasure, and here, you’re in control, but he’s the one doing all the work.
Your thighs around his head. Your heat against his mouth. The sound of your breath, the way your hips start to shake. He loves every second. He holds your hips or your ass, grounding himself like he’s trying not to float away. Sometimes he pulls you closer, sometimes he steadies you when your legs tremble.
And when you look down and lock eyes with him? His pupils go wide. His grip tightens. And honestly, he has come from that alone more than once. Even when you’re shy at first, worried you might hurt him or that it’s “too much”, Bob’s only response is more.
Once your knees sink down fully and you really let go, Bob is in his element. He doesn’t even care if he can breathe. He just wants to make you fall apart on his tongue.
And after the first time, you’ll catch him glancing up at you with those soft eyes and that little hopeful smile, silently asking:
“Again?”
Standing Oral
When Bob wants to make you come, he prefers you to let go. No pressure. No overthinking. Just pleasure. That’s why, even if you start off standing, he won’t let you stay that way for long.
As soon as he notices your knees start to give out, his hands are already on your thighs. Gently, like he’s handling silk. He lifts your legs up and settles them onto his shoulder.
He adores the way your fingers tangle in his hair. The quiet gasps. The not-so-quiet moans. The heat that spreads from your hips to his lips. It takes strength, yes. But it’s not about the posture for Bob. It’s about the fact that you’re losing control. And nothing makes him harder than knowing he’s the reason.
Sometimes, he catches glimpses of you in a short, tight dress and his brain short-circuits. He thinks about the taste of you for hours. Until finally, you’re alone, and he can kneel down and indulge like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered.
Lying Oral
This is foreplay, but with intention.
Bob wants to be sure. That before anything else happens, you’re fully taken care of. Because he knows sex doesn’t always end in a climax for you, and that’s not acceptable to him. Not if he can help it. So he takes his time.
Lying between your thighs, flat on the bed, he’s in his element. His hands explore your hips, your stomach, your inner thighs, grounding himself while his tongue explores you.
From below, he looks up at you through his lashes and his messy hair, and God, he looks starved. Some nights, it’s so overwhelming you have to stop him. He listens. Usually.
But there are moments when your legs are trembling and your hands are shaking — where he keeps going anyway. Gently, slowly, but deliberately. And when you come on his tongue, he moans like he’s the one finishing.
Then there was that first time. You squirting, panicking afterwards. His whole face was soaked and you apologized, flustered and horrified.
But Bob just laughed, pulled you close and told you it was okay. Because inside he was glowing. Because he made that happen. And he’s never, ever, forgotten it.
Oral from behind
This one… is complicated.
Because Bob loves how you look from behind. The arch of your back. The way your thighs shake. The soft sounds falling from your lips. He loves how open you are to him — how vulnerable, exposed, trusting.
But.
He can’t see your face. And for Bob, as already being said, that’s a problem. He needs to see your expression. To read the way your brows knit, the way your mouth parts when something feels especially good, the way your eyes roll back when he hits the right spot. That’s his feedback. Without it, he spirals.
“Am I going too hard? Too soft?”
“Is she bored?”
“Did she just twitch or did she flinch?”
He hates not knowing. So this position is rare. Something you maybe try once in a while, on a wild night, when you’re both a little drunk, laughing and stumbling into bed. He’ll go down on you like that, pulling your hips back with shaky hands, mouth wet and eager, but even as he moans into you, there’s this part of him that’s hyperaware of not seeing you.
You can feel it in the way he pulls away just to ask, “Is that okay?”
Even when you’re moaning yes, he doesn’t look convinced. It’s not about performance, it’s about connection. Bob’s not the kind of guy who gets off on your body alone (mostly). He needs your soul, your face, your breath against his skin. So while this isn’t off the table, it’s more of a sometimes thing, a playful experiment, and that’s okay. Because Bob always finds his way back to your front, where he can look you in the eyes and absolutely ruin you.
Period Oral
This is not something Bob initiates on his own, not because he finds it repulsive or shameful, but simply because he respects your body and knows that this time of the month can come with discomfort, pain, or just the desire to be left alone. If you don’t bring it up, he won’t either. But if you do? If you even hint that you’d like him to go down on you despite your period, he’ll be there in a heartbeat, no questions asked, no hesitation, and absolutely no judgment.
He’s not squeamish in the slightest. In fact, he sees it as just another part of your body and your cycle — something natural, human, and beautiful in its own way. For Bob, it’s not about the blood; it’s about you. If this is what your body is going through, then he wants to honor that. He wants to be close to you even when you don’t feel at your best, especially when you don’t feel at your best.
Of course, he’s a lot more careful in how he approaches it. His touches are gentler, his tongue softer, and his pace much slower. You’ll never feel rushed or pushed into anything, in fact, he constantly watches your face, gauging your reactions, making sure you’re still comfortable, still enjoying it. He’s particularly mindful of cramps or sensitivity, often asking quietly if it still feels good, and adjusting immediately if you need something different.
He understands that for many people, the experience can feel messy or insecure, but Bob never once makes you feel that way. Not even a glance of discomfort, not a single shift in his tone or expression. If anything, his reverence for you only seems to increase. His voice gets quieter, his hands steadier, and there’s an undeniable warmth in how he looks at you, like he’s honored that you trust him enough to let him be intimate with you during a moment that many would hide away.
That said, this is not a go-to position for him. It happens on occasion, maybe when you’re both feeling emotionally close, or if you admit that the pressure in your lower belly makes gentle oral feel amazing, or if you’re tipsy and craving the closeness without much else. He doesn’t push for it, and it’s not something he would do casually or spontaneously. It needs to be mutual, intentional and grounded in comfort and trust.
And even though he’s done it more than once, every time still feels like a new act of connection to him. One that he treats with tenderness, care, and a deep emotional understanding that proves, once again, that with Bob, there are no conditions to his desire for you.
Switch up (You giving Bob)
As it’s been said, and there’s no point arguing about it, Bob is a giver. He’ll offer you everything he has — his hands, his mouth, his fingers, his cock… All in devotion to your pleasure. It’s almost like he forgets himself in the process, like the only thing that matters is you moaning his name.
But sometimes the cards get switched, and just as much as he loves giving to you, you love giving back. You want to see him unravel. You want to hear him gasp, cry your name and whine like a pathetic man. And there’s nothing more satisfying than watching Bob fall apart under your touch.
When you go down on him before he’s had the chance to touch you, before he’s made sure you’ve come at least once, it kind of short-circuits his brain. He gets this guilty, flustered panic in his eyes, like he owes you now. And he will repay that favor. Twice over. With fingers, tongue, hips —whatever it takes to make you come harder than you thought possible.
Still, Bob loves your mouth. That warm, wet heat around him. Your soft lips stretched just perfectly. And your eyes — oh God, your eyes. You always look up at him, so innocent, so sweet, while doing something so sinful. That contrast drives him crazy. His hands will instantly find your hair, but he never pushes. He’s not forceful. He doesn’t like violence, especially in situations like this.
Sometimes, his hips twitch forward, instinct taking over for just a second, and he always apologizes. He never wants to make you uncomfortable. Pleasure should never be taken, it should be shared. He believes that deeply.
But when you wrap your lips around him with that look in your eyes, like you’re about to ruin him, he doesn’t last long. Three minutes, maybe. On a good day. Because with you on your knees, mouth full of him, Bob forgets how to breathe. And when you swallow him whole with that perfect, wicked grin, he sees stars.
POWERS vs SEX
Most of the time, Bob keeps his eyes tightly shut when he comes, but if they do open, even for a second, you can see it. A flicker of gold. Not just a reflection or a trick of the light. It glows inside him, and it only lasts a second before he crushes his eyes shut again, almost ashamed of letting it slip through. This thing leaks out of him in moments of overwhelming feeling. Especially when he’s inside you and when he’s close.
Sometimes, Bob loses control, but only for a moment. You’ll feel his fingers dig in a little too hard, his grip becoming tighter than he intended. It leaves small bruises on your thighs, hips, wrists. Nothing dramatic, nothing that lasts more than a few hours or days. They’re always in places hidden beneath clothes. You don’t mind, in fact, part of you likes it. You call them marks of affection, signs that he was there. But Bob panics.
“I didn’t mean to. I swear. I wasn’t trying to—I’m sorry.”
“Are you okay? Does it hurt? Let me see—please, let me see…”
He touches them so gently, as if his fingers could undo what his strength caused. He looks so guilty, eyes wide and glassy, barely holding back tears.
“What if I really hurt you, and I don’t even realize?”
And you always soothe him — hold his cheeks, kiss him, reassure him that you’re okay, that you trust him, with everything. Still, he carries the guilt like a scar no one can see.
Then there’s what happens every time he comes, without fail. The lights flicker, lamps stutter, sometimes they die completely. But just for a moment, before they flare back to life. As if the electricity in the room can’t handle what’s burning through Bob’s body.
Once he fried the power grid of the entire building. All because of how hard he came inside you. You both laughed about it later, wrapped in the dark, hearts still racing. But Bob never truly relaxes about these things. He’s always afraid he’ll go too far, break something, burn someone, burn you.
Even fabric isn’t safe. If he grips the sheets too hard, they sometimes ignite — just a flicker, a flash of heat that curls the edges and smells like smoke. You’ve gotten used to it. You don’t even flinch anymore. You’ve got backup sheets folded in the closet, so it's no big deal at all. Not because you’re careless. But because you understand him.
Robert Reynolds isn’t dangerous. He’s just powerful. And in your arms, when he feels safe, when he feels loved, he lets himself feel everything. And sometimes the world around you just can’t quite keep up.
BONUS
Tits or Ass?
Truth is, Bob adores every part of you — and he shows it. He’ll spend just as much time burying his face between your breasts as he does grabbing handfuls of your hips, thighs, and curves. He’s not picky. To him, your body is a gift, and he treats it like one.
But if you watch closely, the signs are there. The way his hands almost automatically slide down to your ass when he hugs you. How his grip tightens there when he’s deep inside you. How often he sneaks glances at your backside when you walk ahead of him in nothing but a t-shirt.
He might not admit it, but there’s a subtle obsession, a craving for the shape, the softness, the power you hold in your hips. So while he’s absolutely a worshipper of the whole temple… he definitely has a favorite pew.
Dominant or Submissive?
Bob is naturally submissive. Not because he lacks confidence or desire, but because he finds genuine pleasure in surrendering to you. He loves being guided, touched, praised. He loves the way your voice gets low when you tell him what to do, and how your hands feel when they’re holding him down or pulling him closer. The idea of being wanted that badly lights up something in him that he rarely shows anyone else.
He gives control freely, not out of weakness but out of trust. That doesn’t mean he’s incapable of dominance, he can surprise you in moments of overwhelming need, but those are exceptions, not the rule.
Most nights, Bob is the type to lay back, lips parted, eyes soft, silently begging you to ruin him. And he wouldn’t want it any other way.
Loud or Quiet?
Bob lives in that golden middle, not loud in volume, but incredibly expressive in sound. He breathes heavily against your neck. He lets out these shaky, breathless gasps when he’s close.
Sometimes, you catch him whispering your name like it’s sacred, like if he stops saying it, he might fall apart completely.
But above all, Bob’s a whimperer. Quiet, broken little noises that slip out of him without permission. They’re high-pitched and desperate, often choked off by kisses or your movements. And every time you hear one, it’s like a shot straight to your core.
He also talks — not constantly, but enough to drive you insane. Little muttered praises, desperate pleas, and sometimes even full confessions whispered hotly into your skin.
Kinks or Soft Limits?
Bob isn’t someone who seeks extremes when it comes to sex.
He doesn’t actively crave things like bondage, roleplay, or toys — not because he judges them, but because they don’t naturally align with how he connects. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try something new if you were curious.
If you asked, if you genuinely wanted to explore something, he’d follow your lead. He might be hesitant at first, unsure if he’s doing it right, but he’d try, not out of kink, but out of love. Out of a deep, burning desire to understand and satisfy you.
But ultimately, Bob’s not in it for thrills or fantasies. He’s in it for you.
Aftercare?
Aftercare is sacred to Bob — not because it’s a routine, but because it’s when he feels the most needed. He has this instinctive drive to take care of you, to make sure you feel safe. It makes him feel useful, which is important for someone who sometimes struggles with his self-worth.
If you’re still lucid and alert after sex, he’ll gently help you into the shower, wash your body like it’s made of glass, and dry you off with infinite tenderness. He’ll even comb through your hair if you let him.
And if you’re too exhausted to move, that’s okay too. He wraps you in blankets, makes sure you’re warm, and holds you so close you can feel his heartbeat slow. Cuddles are always non-negotiable. It’s where he lets go of any guilt, any worry. It’s where he gets to whisper that he loves you without having to say it out loud.
Turn-Ons vs Turn-Offs?
Bob’s biggest turn-on… is you. It’s really that simple.
Your voice, the way you carry yourself, how you tease him with just a glance, it drives him wild. He’s obsessed with the shape of your mouth when you talk, the way you smell, even how your fingers move when you’re distracted. If you’re wearing something he likes — tight clothes, short skirts, soft pajamas, or just his t-shirt, his brain goes blank.
On the flip side, his turn-offs are more situational than specific. He doesn’t respond well to coldness, disinterest, or anything that feels overly performative. He needs to feel wanted, genuinely, not just physically. Without that, he loses his fire.
How He Reacts to Teasing?
Early on, teasing leaves Bob flustered. He’ll smile shyly, play along with a nervous laugh, and maybe pretend not to notice just how much you’re affecting him. He tries to act cool, but his ears go red and his eyes dart away.
But as time goes on and his confidence builds, the dynamic shifts. He starts giving it back. He learns how to play your game, maybe not as boldly as you do, but with his own style. He performs — for you and because of you.
Public or Semi-Public Sex?
Bob is not someone who would ever suggest anything public on his own. The idea of being caught, of doing something so vulnerable in a place that isn’t private, makes him nervous. His anxiety spikes just thinking about someone walking in.
But he also has limits. And if the desire is overwhelming, if you lean in and whisper in his ear, if your hands wander beneath the table, if you give him that look, he might just break.
Especially if it’s somewhere more hidden, more ‘semi’ than public: a locked dressing room, photo booth, a quiet parking lot. He wouldn’t do it often, but when it happens, it’s frantic.
Quickies vs Long Sessions?
Bob is in it for the long haul. Always.
Quickies might happen, rushed mornings, late-night cravings, but they’re never his preference. He wants time. Time to worship, to explore, to learn your body again and again. Sex with Bob isn’t about efficiency; it’s about intensity. He wants to take you apart slowly, piece by piece, and put you back together in his arms.
He lingers. He kisses like it’s the last time. He touches like he’s trying to memorize you.
A ‘quick one’ could leave him unsatisfied emotionally, like he didn’t get to give you everything he wanted to. And that’s what he’s here for. Not just the pleasure, but the act of giving it to you.
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Summary: You caught Bob touching himself to a picture of you.
Warnings: Smut, Mdni, porn with no plot, male masturbation, mentions of female masturbation, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), p in v, getting caught.
As you were hiding inside the closet with your hand covering your mouth trying to stay as quiet as you could. You saw him starting to touch himself laying on the bed. He was too concentrated on himself until he froze, He stood still for a few seconds. The thing that you didn't know is that thanks to the serum his senses were elevated to the max so he could sense and feel the heartbeat of other people. He never mentioned it because he thought it was weird saying it out loud.
The room was really dark just luminated by the moonlight. He stood up pulling his boxers up. Your stomach dropped, you panicked not knowing if he would open the closet. You felt like your heart would pop out of you, this was too much, what were you supposed to say? You just have seen everything, how he pulled a picture of you to touch himself. It wasn't like you didn't like him. You had had a crush on him for a while, it kind of make you excited knowing he probably felt the same way, but now you had bigger problems.
He walked over to the bathroom that was next to the closet, you panicked thinking you were going to get caught. For a second you thought of running out without looking back, but he would probably still see you.
He walked to the closet, standing Infront of it, you were cooked, he knew someone was there. He exhaled slowly. His hand travelled to the small handles of the closet. You gasped quietly panicking not knowing what you were going to say. He opened it slowly, his eyes widened meeting yours. He expected anyone but you. His face turned red in shame, you probably saw him, saw everything. He stood in shock for a few seconds.
You started apologizing immediately. "Bob, I'm so sorry i didn't meant to see you, I wanted to scare you. I know it's bad to invade your privacy but believe me i didn't meant to see you."
He just pinched the bridge of his nose not knowing what to say. "You- You saw everything?"
"Y-yes, but i swear i didn't meant to, please i don't wasn't this to affect our friendship, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"What? no, you didn't make me uncomfortable, if you put it that way I should be the one apologizing for having a picture of you and doing that stuff with it."
You didn't know what possessed you, but you wanted to make him know that that was the last thing you felt. "I-I don't mind actually... I think it is really sexy."
He tilted his head slightly in surprise. "Are you being for real?"
You nodded. "Can I be honest?" You encouraged yourself. "I-I have done the same thing. When I touch myself, I-I think of you."
His pupils widened. His half hard cock grew in his boxers. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I can't help it"
You pressed your tights, you could feel yourself getting wetter. Your hand traveled to his waistband playing with it. "Can- Can I?" He nodded not being able to speak, the feeling of you being that close to him send shivers to his body. You started rubbing your hand against the fabric, he let out a small groan. "When i was inside the closet i could only think about going out and help you finish." That was what he needed just to get completely hard. You could see his hard cock palpitating against the fabric. He placed his hands behind your head, pulling you closely to him. "Can i kiss you?" You could feel his hard breathing against your face. "You don't have to ask, do whatever you want with me." He thought this was a dream, everything he ever wanted was now right Infront of him. He crashed his lips into yours kissing you deeply and passionate. His tongue made his way into yours, tasting every inch of your mouth.
You both pulled back in a desperate look for air, the only thing connecting you both now was a string of saliva. You both made your way to his bed, you pushed him into it, making him lay. The view was perfect you could see his sculped body, he was just perfect. You pulled out his boxers leaving him now completely naked, his perfect length now hanging out. You crawled into him. Grabbing his big hard cock with your soft hands. You gave his tip kisses that made him moan. Your tongue now started working in him licking and tasting him. You started sucking him slowly. His hands travelled to your hair, playing and guiding you to take him deeper. You sucked faster and deeper making the room echo with the filthy sounds. "Oh baby, I-I'm going to cu-" He couldn't even finish his words, he could just whine and moan.
With your free hand you stated stroking him. "Not yet, I wanna feel you deep inside of me." You stood up stripping Infront of him. He glanced at you, he threw his head back, it was too much, he was feeling too much. You made your way into him, placing your knees next to his hips. You grabbed his length sliding it slowly to your entrance, rubbing it against your wet pussy. You placed his tip into you, you both moaned at the same time at the feeling. You sat completely in him feeling every vein of him, His perfect length filling you up. You rocked your hips slowly, placing your hands in his hard chest. His eyebrows furrowed, opening his mouth letting out small whines of pleasure out, it was like music to your ears, it made you clench him harder. You fastened your speed making the bed shake. "Open your eyes baby, I wanna see you looking at me." He obey you immediately. His eyes flickered with golden. His hands travelled to your ass pressing you deeper into him. He loved how your tits bounced at the movement. "I fucking love you." He moaned. "I love you too baby. I fucking love you too." With a few more pounds you felt your orgasm arrive. You clenched him tightly making him loose himself into you. He came hard shooting himself deeply in you with a loud groan. You felt every last drop, it was really hot but it felt amazing inside of you.
You collapsed on the bed, your chest rising and falling heavily. You both stared at the ceiling for a few seconds until a knock in the door interrupted you. "Hey Bob have you seen y/n? I can't find her anywhere." Yelena opened the door slowly. The view was terrifying for her, seeing you both naked was something she never thought could happen. "Oh my god! what the fuck you guys are disgusting." She covered her eyes as she closed the door.
You both looked at each other processing what just happened. "I think we just fucked up."
Warning: Fluff, alcohol but not drunk, talk of drugs, John Walker, SMUT (piv, first time, switch-ish!bob, multiple orgasms), no y/n
Word Count: 3,700+
Summary: You and Bob have been dating for a few months now. It’s been slow and sweet, but you’re both ready for more. Except you’re only now finding out Bob is a virgin.
A/N: I know! I’m back from the dead! The AO3 curse hit me hard, work has been a bitch and my laptop died on me several months ago. Until I can afford a new one, everything will be done on my phone, so I apologize in advance. For this kinktober, I’ll be taking requests as well so if you have anything you’d like to see, lmk!
Since you started dating Bob, Friday nights were almost always spent at the bar. It was a fun way to unwind after long weeks of training and missions. You and Bob rarely got drunk, just drank enough to convince each other you were comedians, and still be able to walk back to the Watchtower at the end of the night. It was one of the few ways that loosened him up. That and meth. But after you experienced what he was like, first hand in The Void via a chicken slamming a sign into your face—drugs were off the table.
It was now 1:30am, you and Bob couldn’t stop laughing at the memory of John getting jump scared by Bucky’s arm in the dishwasher yesterday. Breathless from the laughing, you collapse onto your boyfriend’s chest, laying together on the couch of the common room. Bob’s chest rumbled as he remembered the shriek that left John’s lips. His sweater still smelled like the Margarita he spilled earlier.
His hand slipped under your top, rubbing your lower back. “You think we could put Bucky’s arm in his bed?”
You grinned at the idea and pressed soft kisses above the sweater’s neckline. “I have no doubt I could get it in there, but there’s no fucking way we can convince Bucky to lend us his arm.”
He tilts his head back against one of the throw pillows, giving you more room to kiss his neck. “You’re sneaky. Take it while he’s sleeping.”
That pulled a snort out of you. You push up enough to meet those hypnotic blue eyes of his. “With those super soldier reflexes?! You’re gonna get me killed.”
His lips curved just slightly. “I’d save you.” He says in that deep voice of his, instantly making your heart race.
You shake your head and lean in, molding your lips together. He’s quick to lick at your lips, begging for entrance. There’s no way you could resist, so you part your lips. The fruity alcohol taste was still prominent, making him hum. The hand up your shirt pulls you closer to his chest. He had a habit of holding you as close as possible while you kissed. Like he wanted to be consumed by it, and forget the world even exists beyond your lips.
“Oh god!” John’s disgust ruins the moment.
Sighing in defeat against Bob’s lips, you slowly part, a string of saliva still connected before snapping. You look up at the older blonde man standing in his flannel pajamas with an empty Avengerz water bottle in hand. (Alexei had them made for everyone). He looked at you two in disgust as if he actually caught you fucking. Granted, he always gave you two that face, but it was still an overreaction. From the moment he first caught Bob subtly checking you out, he’s kept that same level of disgust.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” You look at the clock on the wall.
”I ran out of water.” He holds up the bottle, shaking it to prove there’s nothing inside.
You and Bob roll your eyes and move to sit up. Bob adjusting his pants as discreetly as possible. While you didn’t notice, John sure did.
“I don’t care what you do, just don’t do it where I watch football.” He shivers at the thought, heading to the fridge to fill up his bottle.
“Oh no- we- no we weren’t- no-“ Bob stutters.
“Jesus.” You groan at his insinuation.
“Hey, if you wanna lose your virginity, just don’t do it where we all hang out. That’s all I'm saying!”
You quirk your head in confusion. You’ve talked about the hilariously unfortunate college hook ups you’ve had. “I’m not a virgin.”
John looks up at you two, pausing refilling his water. “Yeah I know. I’m talking about freak-o.”
You let out a humored scoff. “Bob’s not-” You immediately notice the red on his face and lack of eye contact. All the confidence the margaritas gave him were gone. “Bob?”
He opens his mouth to speak but is immediately cut off by John’s snickering.
“You didn’t actually think he wasn’t a virgin. I mean… Come on!” He gestures to Bob.
“Are you?” You ask softly, not wanting him to think you're judging him or upset.
“Y-yeah.” He mutters, focusing on his fingers playing with a loose thread of his sweater.
Your mind was truly blown. He’s sweet and kind plus… look at him. You’ve seen him shirtless a handful of times, how is it possible that no one’s taken THAT for a ride.
“What about college?”
He scratches his head, barely making eye contact with you. “I was a little too busy… mething around.” He gave you the sweetest guilty face.
“Oh my god.” You stare at him in awe. When his face starts to fall you quickly do damage control. “That’s not a bad thing! I’m just… surprised.”
“I’m not.”
You shoot John a glare. “Why are you still here? Go! Shoo!”
John threw his hands up in defense, silently exiting. Once he was finally gone and you could hear the distant click of his door down the hall, you returned your attention to Bob.
“You never told me.”
“Well, it’s not exactly something I’m all too proud of. I’ve heard you talking about how good or bad those guys you used to date were. Meanwhile, I’m like a thirty year old virgin.” He sighs, slumps into the couch.
It’s silent for a moment, giving him some time to wallow and for you to process.
“You’ve been through a lot of shit. It’s not that crazy, all things considered.” You reach up to play with his hair as he massages his temples.
“I don’t know how to live up to your expectations.” He seemed truly troubled by it. By the idea of not being good enough for you. Not being able to give you what you deserve.
It was ridiculous, though. Memories of the thousand make out sessions you two have had, play in your head. How he takes his time on your neck and collarbone, wanting you to feel good. How he ruts against you when things get heated, but ultimately ends with him panicking and running to his room to take a cold shower. It made sense though— all those times your steamy moments were cut short.
“I’ll show you.”
His body seems to stiffen up in shock. “Show me?” His head slowly turns to face you.
“Yeah.“ A smirk curls onto your lips. “Do you want to?”
“Wa-want to what?” His adam's apple bobs as he starts to fidget again. The alcohol seemed to be long gone now, his shy and nervous ticks made that apparent.
“Let me take your virginity. If you want to, I’ll show you, teach you.”
“Like… now?” You shrug giving him the option. His hand snakes back around your waist, resting on ur hips, his thumbs brushing the skin between the hem of your shirt and jeans. “I wouldn’t mind now.” He looks into your eyes gauging if you felt the same or if he was being a fool once again.
You stand from the couch, taking his hands into your smaller ones and lead him out of the common area and into the halls. “Your room or mine?”
“Yours. Your room.” He sounded almost breathless at the thought of being surrounded by your smell in that big soft bed of yours, listening to your moans.
Your room was dark, only lit by that glowing New York skyline. You maneuver Bob to your bed, urging him to lay down in the middle.
“But- what about you? I want to make sure you feel good first.” His hands greedily reach out and grab your hips, looking desperate to peel those jeans off.
“I know.” Your voice had dropped into a seductive tone, making his pants immediately tight again. “I’ll teach you how to eat me out another day. I wanna show you what a real pussy feels like first.”
A desperate groan escapes his lips at your words and the way you nipped his jaw. Your warm fingertips slide down his chest, enjoying the grooves of his muscles underneath. Once they reach the hem, they slide under the fabric. His abs instinctively flex at your touch.
“Shit.” He sighs, his hips bucking upward for any sort of relief. “Fuck, I need you.” He tugs your hips down, moaning at the way your ass presses against his hard-on.
“Clothes.” Is all you’re able to mumble while you hastily work to take his sweater off.
Bob followed, sitting up to make it easier for you before yanking your top off. “Can I?” His fingers toy with the claps of your bra.
“Please do.” You watch his eyes, eager for his reaction. This was the farthest you two have ever gone.
He fumbled with undoing the claps, getting obviously frustrated. You couldn't help but giggle. “Need help?”
“No. I’ll just-“ The clasps snap as he tears it apart. “buy you a new one.”
In the blink of an eye, your bra was dangling off of the lamp by your desk. He looked mesmerized by your breasts. You’ve had sex a handful of times, but no one has ever looked at your body they way he is now. Like an artist admiring a sculpture or a religious man worshiping a goddess. His touch was so delicate, hands roaming across your torso, and landing on your chest. He carefully squeezes them and rolls his thumb over your nipple making your breath hitch and walls clench. The reaction surprised him. How something so simple could make you react in such a way.
“Fuck.” He whispers breathless. He needs more.
His lips latch onto your nipple, tongue caressing and flicking at the hardening bud. Your fingers thread into his hair making him groan. As he continues to worship your breasts, you reach down, undoing his belt and tossing it aside. His hands leave your torso and quickly undo your jeans.
The movements were careful yet desperate. Once all the buttons and zippers were undone, Bob lifts his hips, shoving his pants and boxers down in one go. You did the same, taking off your jeans and soaked panties, unable to wait much longer. After, you settled back onto his lap and pressed your hands to his pecks, urging him to lay back.
His eyes focused on how the tip of his cock brushed against your pussy. The precum mixes with your wetness with each twitch of his cock. Every ounce of his body craved you. He craved your taste, your moans, your warm cunt to throb around his cock.
“Fuck- please. I need it.”
“Yeah?” You coo, loving how desperately he longs for your pussy.
“Yeah. Yeah.” His hands kneed your thighs and hips as he tried to hold back from pulling you down on him.
How could you possibly resist? You start to sink down, his thick tip splitting you into two.
Bob’s head falls back and a long moan rolls out. “NGH, you're squeezing me so tight.” You had to stop a third of the way down to adjust to his size.He looks back to you, wondering why you stopped. “You alright?”
“Just need a sec.” You take a few deep breaths letting the aching of your stretched walls subside. The thickness of his cock was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. In hindsight, you probably should have let him finger you first, but you couldn’t possibly stop now.
His eyes flicker back down to your pussy and how your slick drips down his shaft. His thumb moves to your pussy, finding your clit, and rubbing tight circles. He groans when you tighten around him again.
“This alright?”
You nod in response, letting your eyes flutter shut. It felt incredible being stretched by his cock while he played with your clit, sending sparks of pleasure throughout you.
He grins at your reaction. “You like it when I touch you like this?”
Your cheeks heat at how he sounded. It reminded you of The Void. “Oh, god, yes. Keep going.” You begin to sink down again, slowly taking each inch until you’ve bottomed out. Gasps and groans escape both your lips once you're fully settled. You felt so full.
You move to slide up the shaft when he grabs your hips, halting your movements. “Don’t. Don’t.” He growls through gritted teeth. “Can’t- can’t come yet.” The way he panted as he held back an orgasm made you smirk with pride.
“Just tell me when.” You lean down to kiss and nip at his neck, basking in his labored breaths.
“I can’t believe I’m having sex. You feel so good. God, your pussy’s so warm and tight.” Bob’s voice shook, overwhelmed by it all.
Feeling like he can handle it, he starts to lift you off his cock, leaving only the tip in. You let him decide how to go from here. Feeling more confident, now, he yanks you down, knocking the air out of both your lungs.
That’s all it took to become addicted. “More.” He growls, pushing your hips up again.
You take over now, repeating the moves, sliding up to the tip and back down. It was a sweet steady pace. Not too slow, but fuck did it sure did hit deep. Your hands press firm to his chest, helping you grind down between bouncing intervals. Your clit dragged perfectly against his pelvis.
“Oh my god, oh my god!” The groans and whimpers that came out of him only gave you more confidence. With one hand on your hip and the other on your ass, Bob helped you move. “That’s it. Look at you.” His tone was deep and sweet as honey. He watched how your jaw dropped allowing high pitched moans to escape. “So beautiful.”
You felt him shift under you. His feet planted on the blankets and he gave you a sharp thrust. Your whole body jolted when he hit that spot inside of you.
His heavy lidded eyes flared at your reaction. “Did I find it?” He paused.
“Mhm.” Is all you’re able to whimper out, still shocked by the surge of pleasure.
A smile grows on his lips. Getting a better grip on your hips, he starts thrusting up into you at a brutal pace, balls slapping your ass. He bounces you on his cock, causing you to babble his name and various syllables that didn’t even form a word.
“Agh! Bob- ngh!” You moan and start meeting his thrusts as best you can.
His cock felt as if it were up in your chest with how deep and hard each thrust was. He couldn’t stop pounding into you, it was like he was possessed.
“Sounds so pretty. Keep moaning for me.” He begged. “Yeah, like that. That’s it. Keep going, keep going.”
You didn’t hold back, letting out cries as he wildly bucked up into you. That knot of bliss started to tighten in his core. He didn’t want it to be over. It was all too good to end.
You felt it too. “Bob,” you mewled. “Right there Bob! Ohhh, you’re fucking me so good! I wanna cum.” One of your hands on his chests lurches forward, grabbing onto the top of the headboard, using it for leverage. You fucked back, wet plaping sounds filling the room. The bed squeaked and creaked more with each move, only adding to the noise you two were making.
“N-not gonna last.” He chokes out, trying to hold his breath to keep from cumming.
You swear if you gripped even slightly harder on the headboard, it would splinter into a million pieces. “I’m gonna cum!” Unabolished moans spilled from your lips as you balanced on the edge of bliss.
Bob’s fingers dig into your skin. “Can I- NGH! Inside?”
“I’m on the pill.” Somehow he fucked you even harder with your confirmation.
The way your pussy clenched around him and the sloppy sounds of your riding was too much to handle. Luckily, he was able to hold off just long enough for you to come first. When you do, it’s perfect. The sounds you made were pornographic.
The throbbing of your pussy was impossible to withstand. Bob came just a second later. His face contorted in ecstasy, lips parting for deep moans to escape. You lean down, lazily kissing the corner of his lips and his cheeks while you ride out our highs as long as possible.
“How was tha-“
“I need more.” He’d yet to catch his breath before he lunched forward and pushed you onto your back, his cock never leaving your still spasming pussy. “One more? You can give me one more right? Please.”
You couldn’t believe his reaction. Before you could even finish nodding, he was fucking you like his life depended on it. His thrusts were sloppy, uneven, desperate. Your nails dig into his back, trying to brace yourself.
“Bob!” You moaned his name like it was the only word you knew, and at this second, that was true.
“You sound so perfect.”
He grabs the back of your knees, pushing them to your chest, making you yelp at the new, incredible angle. Your pussy squelched louder like this.
“Perfect, so perfect-NGH- so- so fucking good- UGNH!”
“Bob!”
You weren’t going to last another minute. With this position, you could watch his fat cock pistoning in and out of you recklessly. Both your cum painted across your pussy and his cock, no doubtably ruining the blankets under you.
He notices you look away and his eyes follow yours. “Fuck.” His tone shivers. “Look at that. You look so pretty with me inside you. Take so much of me. Watch your pussy squeeze my cock.”
His abs flexed more as he got to the edge again. He rolled his hopes with more precision to make sure he was hitting your g-spot.
“‘M gonna cum. You ready? Please tell me you’re ready.” He looks back to your half-lidded eyes.
You were so grateful he was ready, you weren’t sure if you could keep holding out anymore. “Yes! Yes! Bob! Oh!” One hand tangled in his hair, tugging while the other clawed at his back.
Your vision blurs as you cum together. Your body convulsed as your orgasm ripped through you, more violently than it did the first time. It was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.
Bob collapses on top of you, still grinding into you, riding out the climax. He didn’t want the moment to end. You looked and sounded perfect, whimpering into his ear. If he had the strength to keep going, he would, but his body protested.
“That was better than Meth.” His voice was raw and exhausted. “You okay?”
“Mhm.” You wince as he lets go of your thighs, allowing them to fall back to the bed.
“Sorry.” His hands rub your thighs to soothe them.
“Don’t ever apologize.” You smiled a giddy smile and kissed his hair, before he reluctantly pulled out. “How was your first time?”
Bob wrapped his arms around you, readjusting you to lay on the pillow. “If I had you during college instead of meth, I think I would have been in a much better place.” He chuckled.
You laughed and closed your eyes, leaning back into his arms.
“Wanna take a nap and try again after?” His fingers drew shapes into your skin.
“Absolutely.”
Next morning… or afternoon.
You and Bob had a late start to your Saturday. Around 3 or 4am you went for another round then passed out. When you two finally woke up at 10:45, there was no resisting each other. After that, you laid in bed together, chatting and laughing about dumb shit. Unable to part from you, Bob eventually followed you into your en-suite bathroom to shower and well… we can all guess how that went. So by the end, it was already 1:30pm.
Starved, you and Bob finally emerged from your room. You could smell lunch cooking from the kitchen. It was loud like always. Food sizzling in a pan, knives chopping against wooden cutting boards, and laughter amidst banter. When you walked into the kitchen, however, it was silent.
John looked horrified, the knives suddenly looked fascinating to Bucky, Ava forced her lips seemingly holding back a laugh, and Yelena held her a smirk while Alexei didn’t even bother to.
“Why’s it so uncomfortable in here?” Bob broke the silence.
You grimaced, having already caught on, and awkwardly walked to the counter to help yourself to the buffet of food John made.
“This isn’t awkward at all.” Ava smirks and goes back to cutting the vegetables.
Both of Alexei’s hands came down to smack his thighs and he jumped up from the couch. “It is never awkward or uncomfortable for a boy to become a man!” He strides over and pats him on the back.
“Oh, god, Alexei, please.” You cringe and shake your head, begging him to shut the fuck up.
Bob quickly went red with humiliation as it settled in.
“Look, I’m sex positive or whatever they call it, but I don’t want to hear it.” John claps the metal tongs at you two.
“It’s natural!” Alexei’s voice boomed as he argued.
“No. It’s disgusting.”
“Hold on!” You groan. “Our rooms are soundproof, okay. You’re all being dramatic.”
They break out into a symphony of laughter, making you all the more irritated.
“Yes, yes, that’s true.” Yelena said as she caught her breath from laughing. “If me and Ava were having a conversation. No one would hear-“
“But if you two are screaming and banging the bed against the wall- MY WALL, then it doesn’t really work, does it?!” John snapped.
“Good for you, though.” Ava gives you a thumbs up, very excited to hear all the details later.
“Do not listen, John does not know what he is talking about. The sex is good for the health and the soul. It should be celebrated!” Alexei buds in again, only making things all the more awkward.
This was horrifying to say the least. With your face now on fire, you quickly load your plate with food and rush back to Bob who’s short circuiting from embarrassment in the doorway.
“Duly noted.” You grab Bob’s arm with your free hand to drag him away.
“S-sorry won’t happen again!” He yelled out before you yanked him back down the hall to hide in your room.
It did, in fact, happen again… and again… and any time John was even the slightest bit annoying.
A/N: I lost my kinktober virginity with this fic. Ain’t that poetic?
summary: the rule is simple: a day for bob, the next one for void, over and over again. but void is needy and possessive, and insecure and jealous (even though he would never admit it), so when he decides to not let bob have control of their body you decide to ghost him because he's stealing bob's time with you. huge mistake. if you don't talk to him then he would make you scream.
au: bob and the void are a system
c/w: established poly relationship, poly negotiations, jealousy, arguing, ghosting as a punishment, slight dubcon / cnc (aka consensual sex), makeup sex, unsafe vaginal sex, fingerfucking, finger licking, orgasm delay / edging, implied creampie, praise kink, voice kink, dom/sub undertones, possessive (but in love) void, third person pov
a/n: I'll probably post another version of this, shorter but more angsty like I did with muscle memory and a second, also english isn't my first language and feedback is highly appreciated here or on ao3
word count: 2100
The rule was simple: one day one had control of the body to spend time with their girlfriend, the next day the other one, and so on and so forth. As soon as the alarm went off in the mornings they had to change. It had been five minutes since it went off, and Void was still there.
"Are you so anxious for me to leave?" he asked jokingly when she reminded him that he should hand over control to Bob, provocative as only he knew how but deep down annoyed and jealous.
She looked at him with a grimace as they dressed to leave their bedroom, slightly annoyed but not angry — deep down there was no need to get so upset, it was only a few minutes he had taken from Bob. As long as that was all it was it wouldn't be bad. The problem was that Void wanted to get his way and be the one to enjoy spending time with her on her day off.
"It's Bob's turn to spend the day with me," she said more annoyed when an hour had passed and he was still there instead of him, waiting for the lift to go down and out of the tower.
"I don't care, I want to be with you," he replied, infected by her annoyance. "I don't understand why it bothers you to spend time with me, I'm your boyfriend too."
"I don't mind spending time with you when it's your day, I mind you taking Bob's time," she said as the lift door opened and they stepped inside. "It's unfair and Bob and I have the right to spend time together too," she said pressing the button to go down, not very gently. "I have plans with him today," she said looking straight ahead, staring at the lift door.
"I don't care," he replied, craning his neck in her direction and looking at her the whole time.
"Yeah, of course not," she said sarcastically, crossing her arms, "when have you ever cared about anything?"
The question and especially the tone annoyed Void even more, even offended him. He couldn't believe she was asking him that, and it seemed unbelievable that he had to remind her of it.
"You," he replied, calm but serious at the same time, "I care about you," and as soon as she heard that answer, she closed her eyes and craned her neck in the opposite direction as she grimaced with her mouth — touched and sunken, because as much as it bothered her she knew he wasn't lying and that she was the one who had gone too far with her words. "You're literally the only thing that matters to me, ______. And you're also the only one who cares about me."
That was true too, but still Void kept doing something that was wrong, being selfish like a little kid. She didn't want to repeat herself, she didn't want to get into a loop, but she had to say it again whether she liked it or not, because unlike when Bob was in control of the body and listened to Void in his mind, Bob couldn't do that when he was the one in control. Bob couldn't defend himself, so she had to be his voice.
"...It's Bob's turn to spend the day with me," she said as she opened her eyes, still staring straight ahead as the lift beeped. "Go," she said as the door opened and she stepped out.
"...No," he said seriously as he followed behind her, staring as her back was turned.
He followed her like her shadow all the time, and he thought that her anger would soon pass because he was him and because she was usually a cheerful and positive girl, but he was wrong: she didn't speak to him or look at him, she only let himself hold her hand but for not slapping his hand and for someone to see it, especially some paparazzi. Disadvantages of having become a New Avenger, she had to be careful of absolutely every move she made in public because she had an image to look after and a private life to protect.
In desperation he decided to make her talk in the only way he knew how, to calm her down and make her happy in the quickest way he knew how. When they arrived at the tower, as expected, he followed her and went with her into their bedroom, closing the door behind him with his telekinetic powers — latch included, but apparently she didn't notice, or maybe she decided not to give it any importance as she left her bag on her desk chair.
And apparently she also didn't notice or maybe she also decided not to give it any importance as he unbuttoned his trousers, while she turned her back to him and pulled down her trousers to undress and put on more comfortable clothes to go around the house. She didn't notice how he approached her, grabbing her by the waist to turn her around and grab her, slinging her over his shoulder as if she were a sack that weighed nothing.
"Void! What- What are you doing?" she asked in surprise, but not too confused. It was actually a silly question she asked without thinking. Seeing that he was heading for the bed and that his trousers were starting to fall down around his waist, it wasn't too hard to figure out what he was up to. "Void," she said as he released her onto the bed, "this isn't the best m-," she said as she tried to get out of bed, but he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back down as he settled on top of her.
The door may have been locked, but Void would have let her escape if she really wanted to. She could have easily escaped his grasp, even without being trained to do so. She could also have attacked him or tried to immobilise him. But she did nothing, and let him bring his right hand quickly to her crotch, slipping it inside her panties to start touching her. What he noticed there surprised him as well as pleased him.
"Oh, then why are you so wet?" He asked teasingly as he caressed her lips with his fingers, smiling as she tried to look in another direction, frowning as well as blushing, embarrassed. "How long have you been like this? Is it because of my presence?" he asked craning his neck, a mannerism he always did when he was enjoying humiliating someone. "Look at me," he commanded now, much more serious and threatening. "Answer me."
She nodded silently and slowly, connecting their gazes for a second before turning away again, embarrassed and annoyed. But all that would be short-lived, he would make sure those feelings would disappear. Though deep down he liked her playing hard to get, it made him feel more special when he got what he wanted.
"Use your voice," he ordered as he slipped his fingers inside her.
"Yeah," she said as she nodded her head again, a little faster now.
The moment he had his fingers deep inside her he began to move them up and down at high speed, making her scream and writhe in pleasure. She put her hands to her mouth to try to silence herself while also trying to close her mouth and bite her lip, but even if he hadn't grabbed her wrists and pulled them over her head it would have been impossible — he was fucking her mercilessly.
"You move too much," he said slightly annoyed that he had to restrain her. He would have preferred to lift her shirt with the hand that was pinning her down to see her tits, apart from the fact that she sometimes unintentionally closed her legs a little. Her eyes were also closed. "Look at me," he ordered seriously, and she obeyed, "I'm better than Robert," he said trying to convince her, but deep down he was trying to convince himself. "Say it!"
"You're b-better than Bob! You're the best, at everything!"
"You've got a favourite and that's me, right?"
"Yeah!" she moaned as he arched her back.
"Good girl."
"Please-!"
But soon after that he stopped dead in his tracks. Even if she didn't moan that she was about to cum it was obvious, he could feel her pussy throbbing, clinging to his increasingly wet fingers — he stopped too close, to make her even more desperate. On the one hand he wanted to show her that he was better than Robert, to calm her down and make her happy, but on the other hand he also wanted to punish her, torturing her even if it wasn't in the same way she had tortured him during the day. Besides, watching her writhe in pleasure beneath him as she sobbingly begged him to continue, plus the way she sobbed when she felt him stop at the worst possible moment, were scenes almost as satisfying as his own orgasm.
When he stopped masturbating her he released her and made her lick his fingers clean, sliding his fingers along her tongue careful not to make her gag as he stared hungrily and intently at her. Then, as she caught her breath he ordered her to undress while he did the same, quickly removing his clothes from his upper body and pulling down his boxers to free his erect penis.
"Do you want this?" he asked as he grabbed his cock, pulling him close and settling down to stroke her entrance with his wet tip, mixing her flow with his pre-seminal fluid.
"Yeah please," she moaned eagerly. She needed more, she felt empty without him inside her.
She tried to stifle another moan as he thrust his member in without any gentleness, failing in the attempt and clutching his shoulders tightly with her shaky hands. He didn't flinch, just watched her facial expression. And he had no patience for letting her insides get used to him, but because he knew she didn't need to. She moaned again as he began to move back and forth, keeping her hips firmly gripped.
He began to ram into her, harder and faster, making her moan louder and more frequently. Now you could also hear the springs of the mattress and box spring hitting the wall, and his hips against hers. He loved the sensation of making himself hollow between her throbbing, wet walls, and so did she. But most of all he loved her moans and the things she said, hearing how she confirmed how much she liked it and begged for more. It made him feel wanted, it made him feel loved and accompanied.
"Say you love me more than him," he ordered her.
"I- I love you more- more than him!" she replied.
Her back began to arch against the mattress again, sobbing. Void was ramming into her so hard and fast that her whole body shook with each thrust, and she didn't know how he hadn't broken the bed yet.
"Fill me, please!" she begged, her breath hitching and her voice getting higher and higher. She was about to cum, it was obvious. "Please please please!" she said begging for more and at the same time for mercy as she felt a heat forming in her lower abdomen going down. "I need it, I need you!"
"That's my girl," he said smirking. He gladly complied and grabbed her to keep her from moving or unintentionally separating, feeling her pussy begin to clench against his cock.
"Yes please please, use me, I'm yours!" she cried, and lucky for her, he listened to her: he came inside her at the same time she did, mixing their fluids completely and making her lose her mind as she writhed and screamed with pleasure, while he grunted and ended up lying on top of her, satisfied in many ways. He heard from her lips everything he wanted to hear and got what he wanted again, getting his way.
"I love you, and I swear it..." He said in her ear as he pulled back — as she caught her breath she thought he would pull out of her, pulling out of her to let his cum out. He always loved to see how well he filled her, but when there was just a little left to get his cock all the way out he thrust into her again, making her moan again and cling tightly to him. "Someday you'll be all mine, just mine."
