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☀️Daryl Dixon Oneshot☀️

“his doll”

m-list.

requests are open!! trying to write more for twd😋

I haven’t written for daryl like this before so might be ooc, sorry!!

warnings: oral (m and f receiving), corruption(?)

word count: 1686

Daryl wasn't sure how the two of you had reached this point.

You were sweet. Quiet. Always so careful. A part of the original group.

You'd shown up at the quarry when it'd first started, panting and crying and heaving in your little Honda Civic. The group couldn't get you to speak until your second week with them. The first thing you said was 'sorry' in the most meek and pathetic tone they had ever heard. They didn't know why you were apologizing, but you seemed adamant, repeating it until they told you it was okay. You'd been like that since. Quiet. Always out of the way. Watching. Letting the people around you speak and act like you weren't there.

You were like a doll.

A doll in the middle of the dirty, bloody, deadly thing that life was now.

Something about you made Daryl want to keep you safe. Maybe it was how delicate you were. Like a flower. Always floating around until you found somewhere you stuck. Or, maybe it was how you always seemed to find him. It didn't matter where. When the group settled around a fire you always nestled yourself into the free spot beside him. Not touching but just close enough to feel each other's warmth.

Daryl would've been annoyed had it been anyone else. But, you? With your sweet eyes staring so kindly up at him?

Even now, he couldn't resist them.

Especially when you're pretty pink lips wrapped around him. Your eyes got teary when you took all of him in. His thumb lazily grazed your cheek, wiping the tear away. You hummed softly and he gripped the cot until his knuckles turned white. Those perfect eyes of yours drooped when his hips bucked, forcing himself deeper. You let him. Learned how he liked it. Did it just like he wanted. How you know he needed it.

"Fuck..."

It was the first word he'd muttered since you had dropped in front of him. Slowly lowered your bare knees to the concrete floor of the prison until he got the hint. He had watched first. Your dainty hands undoing his worn belt with precision. It looked wrong. Much too inappropriate for someone as sweet as you. You didn't seem to mind. Staring up at the man like he deserved it. Deserved to feel good and have a pretty girl wrap her lips around his cock.

Still, it itched at the back of his mind.

The need to protect you.

Keep you safe and away from anyone or anything that could hurt you...including himself.

Daryl wasn't sweet or pretty like you. He was old and sour and nothing like you. He had killed, fought, and bled just to survive. He was dirty. Grimy all the way to the bone. He was what the world had become. You were one of the last remaining signs of what the world once was. And, here he was, contaminating you with his filth. Letting you pleasure him as if he deserved it.

He let one of his hands slide into your hair. It was gentle. Slowly collecting it into his fist. His fingers with stains and dirt buried beneath his nails holding your honey colored hair...God, he nearly came at the sight.

His other hand hurt from how tightly he was holding onto the cot, knuckles white and shaking with the effort of holding back. He knew he couldn't do that. Couldn't let himself ruin you so soon. Empty into your mouth and watch you struggle to take it all. You were too perfect. Too kind and pretty. Too much for him to handle.

Daryl used his hand in your hair to pull your mouth from his cock. You sat on your knees with your jaw slack, open wide as you watched him. Confusion was clear in your eyes. Then, he saw the need. The need and the want in you to wrap your lips back around him and let him shoot his load down your throat. He groaned and leaned forward until his lips were pressed to yours. You gasped into his mouth and he slowly let his tongue slide over your lips. It was soft. Gentle. So, so careful. An apology. A silent plea for you to forgive him for contaminating your sweetness.

"Why'd you stop me?" Your muffled whisper pulled him from his turmoil. He swallowed thickly, eyes stuck on yours as he pulled away.

He wanted to tell you so much. Tell you how much he wanted you. Needed you, even. It didn't matter how. As long as he was sure you were safe, he didn't mind. But, he knew he couldn't tell you. Couldn't ruin the quiet routine the two of you had. Sitting through the grueling hours of watch duty with him. Silently placing yourself on the back of his bike when he went to look for gas. Spending nights beside each other on the field. No name placed on what you were.

Daryl didn't answer your question. He only pressed another kiss to your lips before nudging you to join him on the cot. He laid you back, running his hand up your back so your hair was fanned out behind you like a golden halo around your glistening face.

You looked so beautiful like this.

He pulled your jeans down your thighs slowly. Savoring the sight. The feeling of your eyes on him. Watching nervously as your cunt was revealed to him. You were already so wet. So perfect.

Your thighs pressed together and your hands crossed over them. You smiled, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

You knew what you were doing.

Daryl fell for your silent trickery. He gave in to your sweet, needy eyes, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your knee. It started there. His scruff rubbing and tickling your skin as he trailed his lips up. Your skin was so soft under his rough...everything. His voice was low and gravelly. His body littered with scars and evidence of the hardships he'd been through. Face prickly like a cactus. Calloused, hardened hands grabbing handfuls of your smooth ass, eliciting sharp giggles from you. They were music to his ears.

"That tickles..."

Your whisper brought a huff of laughter from his aged lips. His hands slowly eased your thighs apart. He pressed his shoulders in, wedging between your quivering legs. He paused, glancing up at you. He thought you were scared or nervous, but your eyes were so sure. Wider than normal. Lip still held tight in your teeth. Flushed cheeks. You were excited. Ready. Your legs loosened when he met your eyes, letting him slot perfectly against you.

"You're s' pretty." He whispered against your wet cunt.

You shivered as his breath hit you and he placed his hands on your hips. He held you gently to the cot, keeping you as still as he could as his tongue finally pressed against you. He groaned at the taste and fought the urge to roll his hips against the cot.

You tasted just as sweet as you looked. Sweeter than he even thought possible.

You squirmed under the touch of his tongue, hips switching between bucking into his face and reeling back into the thin cot. His hands held you gently. Carefully. Letting you force his tongue between your slick folds.

"D-Daryl..."

Your eyes finally squeezed shut and it felt like a victory. You were always so watchful, eyes wide and almost fearful. A slight sense of pride rose in his chest at the sight. His pretty doll, arched and opened for him like an unwrapped present. Giving herself up to him on a silver platter.

All for him.

Daryl pressed a kiss to the soft skin of your stomach and you whined at the migration of his attention. He shushed you quietly, nipping gently at the skin there. Your hands landed in his hair, guiding his mouth back to your cunt. A sharp breath escaped him and you gasped as it waved over your heat.

You were sensitive. Your body jolted and your hips rolled with the faintest lap of his tongue. He went lower. Slowly slid the muscle up your cunt and then back down. Repeating until your hands tightened in his brown locks and you whined like you couldn't take it. He knew you could. He knew you so well, despite how everything inside of him told him to stay far, far away. To let you stay sweet and ignorant of the bad he'd done in the past. He just couldn't help it. Not when you tasted so good. Had the prettiest reactions to the smallest of touches.

Your eyes opened once more. Barely. Squinted with pleasure as you forced your eyes to meet his. You were so close, but you just had to look at him. Watch how his tongue delved into your wet cunt so well, your thighs quiver around his head. Tightening. Wrapping around his head in a vice grip. He didn't seem to mind, following the push.

Daryl would have been a happy man if that were the moment he died. Buried in your heat. Lapping at you like a dog.

Instead, his mouth slowed as you finally fell over the edge. Gently helping you through it. Your legs loosened and released him. He shifted up to rest against you, placing his head on your stomach. Your chest heaved above him. Other than the sound of your breathing, the room was silent. He sighed when your hands began wiping at his hair. Moving the normally unkempt and undone hair behind his ears.

This felt so right.

You felt so right.

Perfect under his body. Tired and worn out from how good he made you feel. Your jaw was sore but you smiled faintly, gently guiding his eyes up to meet yours. You spoke softly, meekly, and he saw a glimpse of the woman he met back at the quarry. The one who refused to leave his side. Who he had made sure would survive with him.

“Thank you.”

His doll.

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☀️Steve Rogers Drabble☀️

“jealous?”

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requests are open!!

warnings: blowjob.

word count: 836

Steve had a level head on his shoulders. He was calm in tense situations. Able to lead the team when they needed it. Someone people could look up to.

That's why when he saw that man wrap an arm around your shoulders and dance with you, he was confused to find his legs moving toward you. He hadn't told them to or allowed them. They just were. Slowly bringing him closer until he could wrap his own arm around you and scoot his off.

Now, his mouth moved.

"Excuse me." Steve's voice was firm. His head was raised high. Making sure the man had to look up to him. Know he was the lesser of the two. "Thank you. Sorry."

He wasn't. Not at all. Not thankful and not sorry. Not after how uneasy you had looked when the man touched you. Not after he thought it was okay to touch someone publicly known as Captain America's sweetheart. Now, you were wrapped around his side. Holding onto the back of his shirt like you would fall if you weren't.

The man turned and walked away soon after. Head hung low. A quick cough to try and cover the shake in his hands. Tail tucked between his legs like the little dog he was.

Steve looked at you now. Eyes wide and thankful as they stared up at him. So appreciative. So polite as you thank him for what felt like the tenth time. Perfect. So, so perfect and so, so his.

Steve was surprised again when you began to lead him away from the party. He followed, his legs stumbling behind you in the dark hallways. He followed you all the way to the cleaning closet at the end. Following the push of your hands until he was back against a shelf and his belt was undone.

You dropped in front of him. Your knees down on the hard concrete floor. Steve wanted to stop you. Lift you until your poor knees were wrapped around his waist instead. Not let your soft skin be assaulted by any more strange touches or hard surfaces. He wanted to, so bad, but your hand wrapping around his cock stopped him.

It stopped everything. His breath. His mouth. His hands, gripping the shelf behind him until his knuckles were white and the veins in his arms popped out. He seemed to be the only one affected.

You stared up at him. Eyes still so wide. Thankful. Kind. Hands already stroking him. You didn’t tease him. You let him buck into your hand. You squeezed as he needed it and sped up with his hips. You were being so nice about it as your fingers slid up to the head of his hard cock and led it to your lips.

“Thank you.” You whispered against it. He shivered and watched as he twitched in your pretty little hand. Just an inch from your lips. He couldn’t even think of what you were thankful for. You’d only just started and it was already so good. “Can I show you how thankful I am, Stevie?”

Steve nodded instantly. His head bobbed up and down and you saw a bead of sweat trail just over his Adam’s apple. “Don’t thank me for that.” His voice was breathy. Followed by quick pants. Chest heaving as he struggled to keep his hips from bucking and pressing his cock to your lips. “I’d never let someone touch you.”

Your mouth wrapped around him right after he spoke. He groaned softly and you hummed around him. You let him buck gently into your mouth. Showing you how he needed it. How he needed you to use that pretty mouth. You did as he did, holding onto his hips as your mouth slid up and down his cock. One of his hands found your hair. He held a handful of it in his hand. Just holding it. Helping you lift your head from him. His free one landed on your jaw. He cupped your face and whispered to you as you took him deeper. His thumb gently massaged the skin of your jaw.

“Nobody else can get this, can they?” His voice was low and soothing. A quiet coo for only you to ever hear. “No. You’re my sweetheart.” He grunted as your cheeks hollowed, hugging his cock that much tighter. “You were made for me. Mine.” He was struggling to keep from rutting into your mouth. Letting his hips fuck into your throat like he owned it.

You could see the struggle in his face. His eyebrows were furrowed. His mouth curled into a twitching frown. Forehead covered in a sheen of sweat from the effort of holding back.

“Say it. Please, sweetheart. Say you’re mine.” His voice was wrecked. He was so close. He just needed this one last push.

Your words were muffled around his cock as he pulled back just enough to let you speak, still poking at the tip of your tongue.

“I’m yours.”

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☀️Bucky Barnes Drabble☀️

“jealous?”

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requests are open!!

warnings: p in v

word count: 609

Bucky had learned how to control himself. He could spar without getting into the old routine of finishing his opponent. Calm himself down after nightmares. The ex-winter soldier could even hear the old trigger phrases without batting an eye.

But, watching you spar with another man? You? His girl, his doll? All of the control and discipline he learned were thrown out the window. What else could he do after seeing that than make sure you knew you were his? To teach his doll not to let other men manhandle her?

There was nothing else he could do, he decided as the two of you finally reached your shared bedroom for the night. As soon as the door shut, you found yourself pressed to it. His flesh hand was already wandering into your pants. Your skin was flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat from the sparring, but he didn't care. You needed to know now that you were his. That no man could touch you like he could. Make you feel as good as he could. Do anything even remotely as well as he did.

"W-What's wrong?"

Your voice was quiet as you stared up at him from the bed. He stood above you. Silent. Slowly peeling your panties down your thighs. You were already soaked. So wet. So needy. So ready.

"Never let him touch you like that again," Bucky muttered lowly as he crawled on top of you.

You stared up at him. Watching as he slowly stroked himself. “Who? Walker?” You paused to pant as he nudged against your entrance. “We were sparring, Buck.”

Bucky didn’t respond as he plunged into you. He was deep already, letting your already soaked cunt pull him in. You could feel it. The anger and the stiffness in his movements.

You smiled slyly, “Why? Are you jealous?” He still didn’t say anything. He was silent, the only sound from him the shallow breaths he let out each time he thrust into you. “Don’t like Walker puttin’ me down like that?”

“No. I don’t.” He hissed. Two of his thick fingers found your never-freezing mouth. They dove into your warm mouth just before you could let another word out. “You’re mine. His fingers held your tongue down and his palm kept your chin in his grip.

His free hand found your shoulder, holding like his life depended on it. He used the punishing grip to pull you with every thrust, forcing the breath out of you. You let him. Your mouth welcomed him warmly. Your legs spread to let him come closer. Deeper. Your body moved so willingly. Shifting just right each time he fucked into you. Letting him in more and more and letting his hips snap faster.

You were made for him. Made to take him and only him.

Bucky’s eyes found the hazy expression on your face. Mouth lay lazily open and your own eyes drooping to find his. Your tongue lapped up between his fingers again and he groaned. Slowly, he let them slip from between your lips. They broke out with a string of saliva following, connecting them for another moment.

“Say it.” He whispered. His lips found your throat. He kissed along the skin until he found the spot just below your ear. “Say you’re mine.”

It wasn’t a question. It lacked the barely noticeable tweak at the end, turning the statement from sureness to confusion. No, this was true. He knew it. You knew it. He only wanted to hear it. Hear your sweet mouth open only to tell him what you both knew.

You were his.

“I’m yours.”

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☀️Marvel Masterlist☀️

characters I have written for or are willing to write (for now):

LOKI LAUFEYSON

ROBERT ‘BOB’ REYNOLDS

STEVEN ‘STEVE’ ROGERS

JAMES ‘BUCKY’ BARNES

ROBERT ‘BOB’ REYNOLDS

one shots

“no funny business” pt. 1/3

“no funny business” pt. 2/3

“no funny business” pt. 3/3

“like a creep”

“jealous? me? no…”

“quiet, pretty thing”

drabbles

“mirror, mirror on the wall”

“i love brownies”

“so far, but so close”

JAMES ‘BUCKY’ BARNES

oneshots

drabbles

“jealous?”

STEVEN ‘STEVE’ ROGERS

oneshots

drabbles

“jealous?”

LOKI LAUFEYSON

oneshots

drabbles

nav.

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☀️Hyun Ju One Shot☀️

“you’re sweet”

masterlist.

season three didn’t happen😇 (im still crying)

summary: You help Hyun Ju with her hair.

warnings: dry humping in the bathroom.

word count: 1978

Hyun Ju scanned herself in the mirror. She didn't look like what she had when the games had first started. Her bangs refused to sit right and her face felt so wrong. You watched silently from your spot beside her as she flicked and moved her bangs for what seemed like the millionth time. You sighed softly at the sight. You hated seeing her so...sad. Her eyes drooped with disappointment and her usually sweet, upturned lips were curved down, creating a frown that was so unlike her.

"Hyun Ju..." You gently reached up and stopped her hand from pulling at her hair again. "Can I help?" Your voice was gentle. Calm and inviting, wanting her to know you were only there to help.

The woman stared down at you. She was silent at first. Watching and waiting for your tone to turn hateful and for your eyes to hold the glare almost everyone else had toward her. But, it never came. You only held her fidgeting hand in yours, your fingers playing gently with the tips of her own.

"Yes, please." She nodded. "That'd be nice."

You grinned and she couldn't help but smile with you. Your joy was contagious. Even with all the death and the rage and the sadness in the games, you smiled at everyone like you were just passing them on the street.

Hyun Ju followed as you led her into a stall, sitting as you told her to. She stared up at you, throat bobbing as she swallowed. You were so pretty, standing above her like this. Your eyes concentrated on her hair as you stood back to examine it. She took the chance to scan her own across your face. You were the most beautiful girl she'd seen. Sweaty. Tear-streaked. Small, barely there wrinkles from smiling. Those only made you prettier. The sweat made your skin glow in the dim lighting. The tear streaks made you look emotional. Still human, unlike some of the others they were stuck with. And, your smile lines. They filled up when you smiled making your face look that much kinder.

A hand wrapped around her chin ripped her from her silent admiration. Hyun Ju's eyes zeroed in on yours, the spark still shining bright in them. So many had already lost that.

"You're very pretty." You whispered it so easily. Simply. No teasing or malice behind your words. Only kindness.

Hyun Ju swallowed thickly. "Thank you."

You took another step closer, your legs nestling between Hyun Ju's thighs. She held her breath as you did, her legs spreading wider. She felt her face heat up from the proximity. You were so close. So warm. So perfect, right there between her legs like you belonged. You slowly pulled the hair tie from her hair and placed it on your wrist. Your hands disappeared in her dark hair and she sighed, her head leaning gently into you. A quiet giggle left you at the sight and she blushed. Her head tried to move forward, embarrassed by how desperate she seemed, but your hands followed. You eased your hands through her hair, gently removing the knots that had formed.

"Stay still." You whispered and she obliged instantly, fighting the urge to press into your hands.

Hyun Ju wanted to stay there forever. No games. No players. Just you, her, and the butterflies flying around in her stomach.

Her hand brushed gently on your thigh and you didn't shy away from it. You came closer, hands still buried in her hair. She let it wrap around the cloth of your tracksuit, around the softness of your thigh.

Your hands continued to play with her hair. You flipped it into a side part and a braid and then multiple small ones. The whole time you did, she sat there. Silent. Still. Eyes stuck on you like opposing magnets.

"Sorry for keeping you here." You hummed softly, smoothing down her hair. "This just...reminds me a lot of my friend out there." Hyun Ju didn't speak. Even if she could, she wouldn't have interrupted your moment of vulnerability. You looked so sad. Eyes tracing slowly over her face and your words carrying grief, almost as if you had already resigned yourself to the fact you weren't making it out of the games. "My friend and I...we used to stay up late with each other and just do each other's hair. Over and over again until our hands cramped and our eyes couldn't stay open." You sighed at the thought. She could see the pain in your eyes. So different from their usual spunky spark.

Hyun Ju shook her head. Her hands reached up and gently held yours. "Don't apologize. It's sweet. You're..." She hesitated. You nodded, gently encouraging her to continue. "You're sweet. Do my hair as long as you want. I'm just happy to have some help." Your smile returned at her words and she let a breath of relief escape her.

"I'm sweet?" Your mind couldn't pass over the way she had said that. One hand wrapped under her chin and gently guided her to look up at you.

"Yes. You're sweet." She nodded gently against your hand as she spoke. "Not everybody has shown me this much kindness yet."

You let your eyes drag over her. She was flushed. Her hair was tousled from how you had touched it. A sheer layer of sweat covered her skin. The tip of her tongue poked out from her pretty lips and slowly, painfully so, slid across the bottom one. Your own mouth fell open slightly at the sight.

"They should." You whispered.

Hyun Ju's hands found your thighs again, slowly cupping the back of them. She gave you time to pull away. To push her away and finally let your real thoughts out. To wait for your eyes to lose their spark and sport the glare and disgusted curl of their lips.

It never came.

You stayed slotted between her thighs, holding her head in your palm like she was the most delicate thing. A flower in your hand, still attached to its stem and its petals so perfectly aligned, and just the right amount of water droplets scattered across.

Hyun Ju tightened her grip around the back of your thighs. She made sure you weren't uncomfortable, scanning your face, before gently guiding you onto her lap.

"Is this okay?" Her words were quick and rushed. Hasty, like the two of you only had moments until something would go wrong.

"More than okay."

A breath she didn't know she'd been holding escaped her. She sighed as you settled on her, legs entwining with hers as if the two of you had done this a million times.

You wished you had. Her hands were so gentle. Her fingers were held tightly together. She was scared to let them hold more of you. Scared of what it would make her want to do.

"You're beautiful."

The words were almost inaudible as they left you. Still, she caught them. She could feel the familiar wetness begin to form in her eyes. It was different this time. It wasn't from mean comments or stares or shoves. It was because of you. So sweet and kind and good. Too much for her to handle.

You gasped when you noticed the glossiness of her eyes. "Did I do something? I-I'm sorry." Your mouth moved quicker than she could process, your body following quickly, moving to slide off of her thighs.

"N-No." Hyun Ju tightened her hands, holding you still. She sniffled and laughed weakly. "I know it's dumb, but you're just...you're so nice." Her words were meek. Whispered to you, only ever for your ears to hear.

"It's not dumb." You swiped a loose strand of hair from her face as the first tear finally fell. You leaned forward and she sat perfectly still. She was frozen as your lips pecked against her cheek, right where the tear had slid.

Hyun Ju's whole body shivered at the faint brush of your lips. She could barely contain herself anymore. You were so pretty. Fitting so perfectly on her lap. Pressing your lips to each tear that fell. Treating her like she was something so delicate, it had to be treated with only the faintest of touches. She almost felt like that was true as she looked up at you. She was so close to giving in. To let you stay there forever, giggling and crying and wanting until you were found.

"I think..." Your face inched closer. She watched you with wide eyes as you stopped barely an inch from her face.

You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence.

Hyun Ju leaned forward and pressed her lips to yours. It only lasted a second before she pulled back. Maybe less. You didn't care. You wanted more.

Hyun Ju looked up at you in horror. She felt her heart drop to her stomach. What had she just done? Your eyes found hers and she fought the urge to flinch back. Her eyes squeezed shut. She felt frozen, stuck under your surprised gaze.

"I-I'm sor-" Her words were muffled as your lips pressed to hers once more.

She gasped quietly and you smiled. "Don't apologize." You teased your tongue across her bottom lip and she opened quickly, letting it slip easily into her mouth. "Been waiting for this..." You held her head in your hands, cupping her skin. She leaned into you and her hands pulled you closer by your thighs. The movement pressed your hips together and she groaned softly. You could feel her arousal poking against you.

You giggled softly. “You like this?” She hummed into your mouth, her hands clutching onto you more than enough of an answer. You slowly rolled your hips against her. Painfully slow. Testing the waters. She responded with a gasp and her mouth pulled from yours. She was panting. Hard. Eyes stuck on you.

“Please…” Her words were breathless and rushed, like the thought of you stopping pained her. “Don’t stop.”

You nodded and you moved again. Faster. Letting her hands grip you and hold you against her. Her breathing was quick in your ear. One of her hands moved up, over the curve of your ass and the slight arch of your back until she could bury it into your hair. She didn’t twist it or scrunch it in her hand. She only held it. Gentle. Caring. So careful as her hips bucked up and you gasped.

“Hyun Ju…” You whispered. She cradled your head against her neck, letting you grind against her. “S-So good. You feel so good.”

Hyun Ju smiled. Her lips pressed gently to your shoulder as she felt you shudder. You were so close. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your words were reduced to whimpers against her throat. She shushed you, guiding your head back until she could reconnect your lips. You leaned into it, knowing you had to be quiet.

“Are you gonna come?” Her question was whispered gently into your ear. You nodded faintly. Her lips trailed across your cheek. “Come.” She pressed her lips back onto yours roughly, silencing any noises as your hips suddenly stilled.

She held you, hands rubbing soothing shapes on your skin. She finally pulled back when you calmed, staring up at your glistening face. Even tired out like you were now, you were so beautiful.

She slowly pulled her hand from your hair and you smiled. “Gonna have to fix both our hair.”

Hyun Ju giggled with you. One of her hands reached up and swiped the loose strands from your head. “Let’s just…Stay here a little longer.”

“Okay.” Was all you said as you let her arms curl around you and pull you into her chest.

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☀️Bob Reynolds One Shot☀️

“quiet, pretty thing”

masterlist.

summary: The gala you and Bob are at for a mission quickly becomes boring. You pull him away for a secluded moment as the music gets loud and the people get busy.

warnings: smut, handjob, fingering, p in v

word count: 2234

Bob tugged awkwardly at his dress shirt. It felt too tight. Too hot. Too much. Everything was too much. This was his first undercover mission the team had allowed him on since he joined and he already felt like he was fucking it up. All he had to do was stand there and listen. He wasn't used to wearing such nice clothes. Slacks, loafers...a tie he could now see curling around your hand.

"Loosen up, pretty boy."

Those words made everything worse. He got hotter. His clothes tighter. The room smaller. He swallowed thickly, his eyebrows pinching in that frustratingly cute way he only did for you.

"I hate this." Bob's words were nearly a whine. He let his hands wrap around your waist and bring you closer. "Please, tell me this is almost over." He swayed both of you with the gala music floating around the room. The music was much too soft for what would be happening later that night.

You shook your head. "You know I'd be lying."

"That's okay." He whispered, head drooping to land on your shoulder. "Lie to me."

You sighed, placing a hand on the back of his head. You continued to sway the two of you, letting him rest against you. You guys swayed and you gently guided the dance toward the corner until your side faced it.

You tapped a finger to the discreet piece in your ear. "How long do we have 'til it goes down?" You asked quietly.

"Two hours," Alexei answered. "Keep cozying up with your boy. We'll let you know if he's needed." The crunch of a chip reached your ear before he muted. You groaned softly and wrapped your arms tighter around Bob. He let you, his upper body nearly limp.

The music picked up, the band at the front of the room switching to more upbeat and aggressive tunes. The people followed and their footsteps quickened. Women were spun around and picked up and men were smiling down at their blushing women.

You grinned as the room lit up. It was loud and busy and bustling...it was perfect.

You slipped easily through the crowd, dodging and ducking under flying limbs and swishing coats and dresses until you reached one of the open bathrooms. Bob followed quickly behind you, trying to copy you as much as he could. He wasn't as graceful as you, but he made it just barely in time before the door shut and locked behind you.

As soon as he slipped in, he was pushed against the door. You left sloppy kisses on his cheeks and jaw and slowly trailed them down his throat. You could hear his breathing picking up above you. One of his hands landed gently on the back of your head, just under your tight bun. He was careful not to touch it too much, not wanting to mess up the gel holding your frizzy hair down.

"What if the team needs us?"

Bob's worried question pulled you from his throat. Your eyes widened. One of your fingers quickly dove into your ear and pulled the mic out. You sighed at the sight of the small, barely noticeable red light coming from the piece. It was muted. You grabbed Bob's chin and tilted his head until you could make sure he was muted too. You sighed, clicking yours back into place.

"We'll hear them. They won't hear us." You whispered, wrapping his tie around your hand. He watched silently, his bottom lip getting caught between his teeth. You tugged him closer, pecking his lips. "If they need us, we can...clean up. Help them. Finish this later."

Bob chased your lips as you pulled away. You giggled and he whined, his eyes staring pleadingly down at you. You nearly moaned at the sight as your hands pulled the belt from his slacks. He leaned heavily back against the door, letting you slowly pull them down to the middle of his thighs. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours again, sighing softly into your mouth.

You grabbed his tie again and you felt his shoulders loosen, his body instantly ready to follow. You lead him to the toilet. You grimaced. With the tip of your heel, you brought the toilet lid down. Bob sat obediently, letting his legs spread to hold you more comfortably as you settled on his lap.

The music outside quieted and you groaned softly. The cover you were hoping for was gone. Your eyes found Bob's and he looked so needy. His hands landed on your thighs, a silent plea for you to stay.

"I need you to be quiet." You murmured before pressing your lips to his. "Can you do that for me, pretty?" Bob nodded, his lips pursed. "Oh, I know you can." You smiled and it felt like a prize to the man whining so softly beneath you.

Your hand teased its way into his boxers. Bob took it well. He nipped his lip to keep himself quiet. It worked and you rewarded him by wrapping your hand around his already hard cock. He was always so ready for you. You slowly began to stroke him, grinning widely as he struggled. A moan slipped from his lips and one of his hands slapped over his mouth.

You cooed, "You're doing so good." Your forehead pressed gently against his as you leaned into him. His hips pressed forward as you stroked him. You watched his teeth latch around his knuckle, biting down to keep himself silent. "So perfect."

His free hand landed on the bottom of your dress. He began bunching it up until his hand could slip under. It slowly slid up your thighs and he palmed your cunt through your already wet panties. You let out a shaky breath and tightened your hand around his cock. His hips jerked and his hand pressed harder. His breathing was becoming ragged and uneven, his eyes drooping as he stared up at you. It felt so good, he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

The way you were looking at him, touching him, the way your cunt took his finger in like it missed him...it was all too much.

Bob pulled and pushed his finger into you until you seemed to fall into the same dilemma as him. You both wanted to see each other fall over the edge, but Bob felt he would be too loud and you...felt the same. Still, you glided your hand up and down his twitching cock. His hand was red around where his mouth was and you could tell he was hurting. He needed to come so bad.

You gently squeezed around the poor man's leaking tip. "Come for me, pretty thing." You whispered. "But," You tugged at his hand and he released it from his teeth. Your lips replaced it, quickly shushing the whining man. "you need to be quiet. Because we don't want anyone hearing us, yeah?"

The thought did nothing to deter Bob. If anything, it excited him. But, the silent pleading in your eyes had him murmuring his agreement against your pretty pink lips. Your hand kept working on him, gliding, squeezing, and teasing until you could sense it. His eyes shut and his hand became desperate on your cunt, fingering you like his life depended on it. He felt like it did. If you didn't come with him, would it really feel good? He already knew the answer.

"Come for me." You whispered.

Bob fought it. He couldn't come. Not now. Not without you. Instead, he leaned forward and dove a second finger into your wet hole. You gasped sharply at the sudden change, your arms wrapping around his shuddering shoulders. His cock was pulsing in your hand, twitching and leaking. Your eyebrows furrowed.

Why wasn't he coming?

The question left your mind as his thumb found your clit. He smoothed his thumb over it, using your slick to slide over the sensitive bundle. You growled softly, pressing your lips harshly into his, your mouths mashing together. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach. It was quick and pulsed in time with his fingers. You slowed your hand to match the speed of his and he whimpered into your mouth.

"P-Please..." Bob choked out. He sounded like he was about to cry, his pleading eyes finding yours once again. "Please, come with me."

You nearly did at the sound of his voice. So broken and needy. All for you. He was all for you.

"Quiet, pretty thing." You cooed and he immediately quieted. "You wanna come with me?" He nodded and buried his head into the crook of your neck, fingers grinding against your heat. "Now." You whined quietly. "Come now."

Bob did as he was told, finally letting his body take over. His hips rutted into your hand, not stopping until his cock went limp in your hand. He watched you intently as one of your hands slapped over your own mouth as he pressed his fingers into you. He slowed as you came down, letting you breathe and lean your head on his.

You were both panting. A sweaty, wet mess was splayed between you. Both of you glanced down at it. His cum had painted the front of your dress and you winced at the sight.

"Think the team will believe it's a water stain?"

Bob's head cocked to the side. He squinted. "If they close their eyes, yes." He giggled.

You laughed with him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Smart man."

He smiled and glanced down to keep his eyes from staring at your heaving chest. "We still have a little more than an hour." He whispered. He nuzzled his head against the side of your neck, peppering kisses across the blushed skin.

"Mm, is that so?" You hummed.

His fingers were still buried deep in you. You tried not to think of that as you tangled your hand in his hair. He moaned softly, his fingers moving slightly in you. They spread, slowly, opening you like he owned you. He lined himself up with you. A whimper left his pretty lips when the head brushed your heat.

"C-Can I?" Bob looked up at you, stilling. He almost looked like he was in pain, waiting for your answer. He knew it would be a yes, but he still felt the need to ask.

You leaned down to capture his lips before slowly rocking your hips, taking only the tip in. Your lips silenced his whines well and you pulled back with a giggle. He glared. It wasn't the glare you got from John after stealing the shield and hiding it, or Alexei's when you tripped him, but a special one. His glare was playful and needy and frustrated all rolled into the spark it put in his eyes.

It was yours. He was yours.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him. You bit your lip to keep yourself quiet but Bob didn’t seem to have the same thought. His mouth opened wide and a moan echoed through the bathroom. You gasped and before you could stop yourself, two of your fingers slipped into his mouth. You stared in surprise at his now shut mouth, your fingers placed on top of his warm tongue. What surprised you even more was how he took them. His tongue slid between them and twirled around. He groaned softly and pushed his hips toward you.

You snapped from your haze and moved with him. He balled his hands into fists in your dress, tugging gently, urging you to move. Faster. Harder. Anything. Anything more than the painfully slow pace you were going now. He whimpered around your fingers and you could feel drool begin to slip out. You panted. Your free hand landed on his chest, holding him still as you began to lift and he pulled you down. It almost felt like he reached deeper with each one.

Both of you were getting close again. Bob bucked his hips desperately up against you, his whines barely muffled by your fingers. You let him, panting and praying the team wouldn’t need his help. There were only around five minutes until the team would call for him, and you knew you needed to hurry.

You slammed yourself down against him. He jolted up, eyes wide, face flushed, sweat covering his skin. He wrapped himself around you, arms tightening on your shoulders. It was all he could do as you rode him. Each time you bottomed out and ground down against him, he swore he could see stars. The breath knocked out of him.

He wanted to help you. Lift you. Let you slide down. But, the pace you set was brutal. He couldn’t keep up with it. He let out a long whine, muffled and garbled by the fingers poking his tongue. As soon as he felt himself begin to fall over the edge, the voice of Bucky crackled and reached their ears.

“Bob we need you out here.”

You pulled your fingers from his mouth and quickly placed your palm over his mouth. His eyes widened so much and his hips bucked quickly into you, emptying his cock deep within your cunt.

You took a shaky breath before poking your ear piece.

“We’ll be out s-soon.”

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☀️Timothy Timepiece One Shot☀️

“you own the clock.”

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HELP. I FELL FOR THE CATBOY PROPAGANDA

I haven’t played the game yet so this might be a bit ooc. I’m just going off of what I saw on tiktok. thank you fyp for blessing me with this funny looking catboy🙏

warnings: handjob.

word count: 1742

"Mmm...so sleepy, nya." Timothy yawned and stretched back, his little fangs poking from between his lips. "Maybe it's time for a cat nap."

You watched as the bottom of his shirt rode up, revealing his smooth skin. He was acting as if he hadn't just convulsed on the floor like he was dying, as if this was normal.

"Timothy?" You whispered.

"Hmm?" He hummed. His eyes peeked open to find yours, watching him curiously. He had never acted so open before, usually so stuck on the time and punctuation. "What, this? Does it upset you, master?"

You swallowed thickly as he took a step forward and his feline eyes found yours. "Master? T-That's new."

Timothy nodded as if it was obvious. "You own the clock, don't you? That makes you Timmy's owner, nya..." You felt something slim slide up your side and you glanced down to see his tail, curled and soft against you. "You don't like it when Timmy calls you 'master'?"

"It's..." You let a hand drift toward his face. It hovered, hesitant, until he pressed forward. His cheek was cupped perfectly in your hand, as if he were made for this. "It's cute."

"Mm...Master thinks Timmy is cute?" He smiled and his tail wrapped around the back of your waist. "Timmy likes that." His words were breathy and quiet as your hand slid to hold his chin.

You were quiet now. Processing. Thinking. Watching. A faint noise met your ears. You almost thought it was your dryer or washer acting up, but you could tell it was coming from him. Was he...purring? You grinned and the man let the weight of his head drop fully onto your hand.

"I like it too." You whispered.

You took slow steps forward, backing him up until he hit the wall with a squeak. "Oh, master."

"Oh, kitty-cat." You leaned forward, stopping just inches from him. He was shivering. One of his hands slowly slid onto your free one, letting you wrap around him. He was warm. So, so warm. "Aren't you sweet?" You hummed and he nodded into your hand.

"Timmy can be sweet for m-master." His voice wavered as you neared, your breath warm on his skin. "Timmy can be so, so sweet, nya."

"Yeah?" You murmured, careful to keep your lips from touching his. "Would you be sweet for me?"

He nodded eagerly, as much as he didn't want to. He wanted to keep the chase going. Make you frustrated before he would give you anything.

The poor kitty just couldn't stand it anymore.

Timmy pressed his lips to yours before you could react, your hand slipping from his chin. A gasp of surprise escaped you and he swallowed it with a sigh. You grinned against his lips, letting him peck and nip at you as his hand kneaded into your back. Your hand slipped easily into his hair, soft and silky, stopping when it collected a handful at the roots. He mewled at the hold you had on him, tail slapping back and forth against you.

"Is this okay, Timmy?" You asked quietly as you finally pulled away. His head followed you, trying to connect your lips once more. He nodded his head and you tsked. "Use your words, kitty."

Something close to a whimper escaped the man's mouth. His eyes were wide and his pupils blown as he stared up at you. "It's more than okay. I-I need this." His feline pupils, that were normally so thin and attentive, were thick and hazy. Timmy looked almost pathetic as he let himself be trapped against the wall. Your eyes ran slowly over the sight of him, pulling completely out of his reach. "I need you."

"Oh, you poor thing." You whispered. You continued backing away until your back met the countertop. You smiled slyly at the man as you slid up, your legs dangling from the marble. "How bad do you need me?"

Timmy was leaned heavily on the wall. It was the only thing holding him up, his legs feeling weak from how you had held him. "I can't even put into words how bad I need you." He finally found his footing, sliding off from the wall. "I've wanted you ever since you saw me on that shelf and chose me." He neared you, his hips and tail swaying with each painfully slow step. "Every morning, I wake you right on time. I get to watch you enjoy your mornings and leave for work right on time." His body dropped dramatically and his upper body laid across your lap.

"You watch me every morning?" Your smile was teasing and he whined against your plush thighs. His face nuzzled against them, hiding the blush forming. "Don't hide." Your hands cradled his face and he allowed you to bring him closer, until he was stood again. "So cute." He let you tug him between your legs, his hands landing on your spread thighs.

"M-Master..." Timmy whimpered as you ghosted your lips across his. "Timmy w-would like to kiss you again, n-nya."

You giggled. A thumb ran slowly across his bottom lip. "Would he?"

He nodded again before remembering what you had said. "Oh, yes." He whispered. He leaned forward and tried to ignore the sound of your soft, breathy laughs. "Please."

You decided the poor man had suffered long enough. You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, to which he shivered, before finally letting him kiss you again. His tail swished appreciatively before landing in your hand. You wrapped around the fur, holding it softly as you licked a stripe across his lips. His mouth eased open teasingly, waiting until you were ready to push it open to let it hang. Your tongue slipped in easily and he moaned. Your hand left his tail and he whined softly, his eyebrows pinching up in the most frustrating way.

Timmy wanted you to touch him. He didn't care how or where. He just needed anything from you. His silent wishes were answered when your hands landed on his belt. His eyes widened and you pulled back. Both of you were panting. You licked your lips, chest heaving with each breath. Your hands stilled on him.

"Is this okay, Tim?" You asked quietly. He responded with a nod and you decided to give him a break. Just this once.

His belt was discarded on the stool beside you and his pants soon landed on the ground. His blush intensified and his hands crossed over the growing bulge in his boxers.

You cooed at the sight, motioning for him to come closer. He looked so...hesitant. Shy and almost scared. "Would you feel better if I..." Your hands hooked into your jeans and you tugged gently. "joined you?"

"Yes, master." Timmy watched as your jeans hit the floor. You were left in your black panties and tank top and he couldn't help but touch you. His hands landed on your arms, bringing you closer until he could kiss you. "Th-Thank you."

His words were muffled by your mouth and he loved it. Loved the feeling of being smothered by you. Your hands were all over him, your tongue owning his mouth, your strong legs leading him blindly back until he fell back onto the couch. He panted as he stared up at you. He looked so needy. So willing. He would let you do anything you wanted with a smile and a 'thank you, master' after.

"Such a pretty kitty." You cooed as you lowered yourself onto his lap.

Timmy nodded. "I'm your kitty." His hands landed on your thighs, nails digging gently into your skin. "All yours, master."

"Yeah? All mine?" Your hips settled against his and you watched with a smile as he writhed. You grabbed his chin, making him look at you. "If you had told me yesterday I was gonna be sitting on the lap of the cat clock on my wall..."

Timmy let out a giggle with you, fighting the urge to thrust his hips against yours. You were just barely sitting on him, putting the smallest amount of weight on his poor, hard boner and he wanted nothing more than for you to fuck him already. He couldn't even bring himself to tease you. Make you wait for it. He couldn't make you do anything. You, though? Oh, you could make him do anything.

"Can I..." You hummed softly, hand dancing across the hem of his black and white striped boxers.

Timmy nodded eagerly, his hips rising as if offering himself to you. Another quiet laugh escaped you as you freed him from his boxers. He mewled as soon as your hand wrapped around his painfully hard cock. He clutched desperately onto your thighs, nails leaving streaks of red, angry skin in their wake.

"So, so pretty." You whispered, face nudging gently against his. "Your noises. Your face...mm...you." You pressed your free hand into his chest and could feel the vibrations rattling from him. He was purring. "Prettiest kitty I've ever seen."

“Promise?” He asked quietly. His voice was so meek, whispered and gentle in your ear.

You cupped his face in your hands and pecked his lips. “I promise, Timmy.”

You stroked him slowly, watching each and every reaction that slipped from the man. He was so expressive. You tightened around his shaft and his head fell back. You sped up and his tail coiled around your arm as if to stabilize himself. Finally, you gently squeezed and swirled the head of his angry, needy cock with your fingers and he came with a drawn out yowl.

“Oh, oh, oh…” He gasped with each extra swipe you gave him, back arching slightly against you. “M-Master…” He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, the purring emitting from his chest only growing more intense. “Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you.” You giggled. Your eyes found the mess he’d left on your shirt. He glanced apologetically up at you and you kissed the worry from his face. He took one of the cleaning cloths from his pocket and moved to swipe it off, but stopped when one of your fingers beat him to it. Your finger swiped slowly through the thick, white mess covering your stomach. With a hum, you took it into your mouth. “Never had anyone so sweet…”

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Timmy that freaky little catboy I need him so bad 💔💔💔

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☀️Bob Reynolds One Shot☀️

“jealous? me? no…”

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summary: bob gets (not) jealous after watching you and bucky spar.

warnings: fingering, p in v, uhh this might be slightly toxic

word count: 1757

Bob watched from the doorway of the training room, his eyes followed as you and Bucky struggled on the ground. He had you pinned beneath his vibranium arm, a tired grin on his face when he thought he had finally pinned you. You grinned back even wider and his faltered. Your legs kicked up under his shoulders and slammed him back, successfully escaping his hold. You jumped after him, laughing as you pushed at the metal arm, trying to somehow unlatch it from him.

"Really?" Bucky huffed. He tucked his arm over his chest. "That's cheap. Some kind of cheating."

You glared playfully. "I'm cheating? I think having a metal arm is cheating."

"You think me having one arm would make it even?" His right arm shot up and grabbed the side of your head. In a swift push, you were face down on the sparring mat and he straddled your back. He tucked the metal one behind his back. "This feel even?"

You groaned as you struggled and tried and failed to flip the two of you again. You looked like a fish out of water below him until he finally took pity, standing to release you.

Bob was gone when you stood. You glanced around the whole room and the hallway outside of it. No sign of him. You pouted. Had he left? He always waited for you, even when you ran late with training like you had today. You tried to think of why he could have left as you rode the elevator up to his room. You knocked on his door and could hear shuffling before it was opened.

"Why did you-" A hand found the back of your head and tugged you forward before you could finish speaking. Bob muttered a quick apology before smashing his lips to yours. You melted slightly against him but still had questions. "Bob?" He tugged at your shirt and you barely stopped him from pulling it over your head. You pushed him back and he moved forward, cornering you against his door. "Are you okay?"

"I want you." He whispered lowly. He finally let you decide, panting, hands hesitantly freezing on your hips. Your eyebrows furrowed. This was strange for him. The look in his eyes was new, unfamiliar, and different from his normally wide, sweet eyes. It was...hungry. "I need you."

Your eyes followed the bob of his Adam's apple, the thin sheen of sweat forming on his skin. "Okay." You whispered and he was back on you in an instant.

Your shirt was gone and your belt dropped to the floor with a quiet thump. His hand dove into your pants like he owned them and his other arm pressed you back into the wood of the door. "Fuck!" You gasped as a finger slid into you. Your hands grabbed desperately onto his shoulders as a second entered. Something was wrong. He looked so tense, his eyes glazed like he wasn't focused on what he was doing. You could see the thoughts behind his eyes, moving at a million miles an hour.

Bob could feel you staring. Your watchful eyes which were always so warm on him, looked concerned. Almost scared. He felt a pang of guilt for not explaining but he felt he couldn't. The reason felt so embarrassing. He was scared to open his mouth. His hands hooked under your legs and lifted you, bringing your hips flush together. You could feel his bulge press against you and you moaned. He dropped you onto the bed and before you could even sit up, his hands dove into the waistband of your pants and they were down to your ankles.

You laid back, panting as you tried to not squeal. You were left in only your bra and panties and Bob was already pulling down his own jeans. He was moving so fast. He normally took it slow, and let you take the lead. He asked permission for nearly everything, even kissing sometimes. Something was really wrong. He didn't even look like himself. Eyes crazed with need, hair mussed, and hands jittery as he tugged the rest of his clothes from his body.

Bob whined softly as he kneeled on the bed in front of your bare and spread body. His hand stroked himself softly and your eyes followed it. He blushed, the first sign of his usual self and you smiled, legs wrapping around his hips. He sighed as his hard cock pressed against your clothed cunt. His hips shifted, pressing harder. "I'm..." He whimpered.

You could see the struggle in his eyes. You could tell he needed this. Needed to let go just once. Not worry about hurting you or holding back. "It's okay." You whispered. You curled a hand into his brown hair. "Go ahead. I can take it." You nodded encouragingly as he tugged the bottom of your panties to the side. "Let go, sweet boy."

You could see the relief at your words, his shoulders slumping and his eyes shut for a second too long. He was grateful he could do this and not feel terrible. He leaned, trapping you against the bed with his chest, and entered in one rough thrust. A loud, drawn-out whine escaped you as he plunged into you. It was nearly a shout and he cringed.

" 'M sorry." Bob groaned, head burying into the crook of your neck as if he was the one who had just been skewered. "I'm so sorry." He seemed to finally find his voice, buried inches into you.

You whimpered as each of his punishing thrusts shifted you on the bed. You tightened your arms around him, hand tugging at his hair with each one. You couldn't stay quiet anymore. "What's wrong?" You struggled to whisper. "And don't say nothing. I-I can feel how tense you are." You can tell he's so close to breaking. His breathing is picking up and his hips snap hard against yours. "You're my boy, Bob." You whispered. "I know you."

Something close to a sob escaped him. His hips stuttered and his whole body shook. He wasn't coming. You don't feel the quick rush of warmth in you, but he collapses. "I'm so sorry." He whimpered again. Your eyes find his eyes and they're full of tears. You cradle his head against you. He's still buried inside of you, his hips flush against yours as he presses himself into your neck. "Oh, g-god. D-Did I hurt you?"

"No." You answered quickly, gently stroking your hand down the side of his face. "I-It's okay." You pant and struggle to not shift yourself against him. "Now, are you okay?" His eyes were scrunched shut as he tried not to think of the way Bucky and you had looked on the sparring mat.

Bob nodded. "I'm okay." His voice quivered. He was lying.

"The truth." You whispered. "Tell me the truth, Bob." You gently coaxed the words from him, swiping hair from his face. You pressed your lips gently to his cheek. He gasped at the gentle contact, mouth opening like you had unlocked it.

"I..." He whimpered. "Watching you and Bucky...The way he-" You waited patiently as he choked the words out, kissing the slow-falling tears from his eyes. "He touched you. I know, n-not in that way. But..." He groaned and his hips tried to move forward again, but he was already in as far as he could go. "I didn't like it. I-I can't spar with you like he can. Can't- Fuck. Can't hold you down like he can."

"What are you doing right now, Bob?" You huffed softly. You grabbed his chin and forced his eyes to meet yours. "You are literally inside of me right now. Do you think Bucky is allowed to do that?" Bob shook his head and you cooed. "That's right." A soft laugh escaped you and the tears in his eyes began to clear. He sniffled and giggled quietly. "Jealousy looks good on you." You whisper. "Extra whiny. Blushing like a nun in a strip club." He quivered against you and ground his hips up against you. "Buried in me like another f-fucking organ."

Bob slowly pulled from your warm cunt. You gasped at the sudden emptiness but he was filling you again in an instant. "I'm not jealous." He said that, but his hips slammed into you like he had something to prove. "You're mine." He huffed. "...R-Right?" His eyes found yours, nervous and uncertain.

Bob was back.

"I'm yours. Only yours." You nodded, head continuing to bob as he thrust into you. "I wouldn't want to be anyone else's." You could feel him getting close. His hips would break their rhythm every couple of pumps as he whined. "Keep going. Just like that." You encouraged. You could feel one of his hands slip between you. It pressed gently on your stomach before finding your clit. He rubbed it with every eager movement of his hips. "I'm all yours. You know what I need." Your back arched and he moved deeper, carving into your body with his cock.

It was too good. He knew just how to fuck you. How to hold you, kiss you, make you feel like you were going to explode when you came.

"Fuck, Bob." You whined, tugging at his hair as you felt the spring in your gut reach its limits. Everything was so warm. His skin. His breath on your neck. His cock as it pumped in and out of you at an unthinkable pace. "Don't stop. P-Please."

"N-Never." He slurred out. "Never wanna stop." His teeth caught your nipple in his mouth, sucking at it. He could feel you clench around him. You were so close. "You feel so good around me. I belong here. In you." His words snapped the dam growing inside of you.

Bob continued to thrust and grind into you as you panted below him, riding out both of your orgasms. You thought he was going to stop when you did. To whine and slow his hips until you two could lay together. But, he didn't. His hips continued to pump into you. They slapped against your ass with a wet sound and he groaned.

"W-What're you doing?" You choked out, legs twitching around his hips as he continued to fuck you.

Bob only looked down at you with a victorious, proud grin. "You told me not to stop."

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need public sex with bob so bad plus him trying not to moan

I just had an idea for this the other day🙏 I got you gangy

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☀️Bob Reynolds Drabble☀️

“so far, but so close”

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summary: Your boyfriend Bob just misses you too much on his mission.

warnings: masturbation

word count: 499

You smile sleepily at his admission. "I miss you too." You murmur against the phone. It's laid on the thick blanket you're under and your eyes are shut again, on the verge of falling back asleep.

"Been thinking about you all day." His voice was meek, like he was afraid you would be mad at him for not focusing.

You sighed softly in response. "That's sweet, baby. I'm thinking about you too" You hum. "Bed is so cold without you."

Bob feels a pang of guilt at your words, even though it's not his fault. He was assigned to this mission just a week earlier and you two had barely found anytime to call or check up on the other. You were always so understanding though.

You hear his breathing pick up but you assume it's from the anxiety of hiding and the mission. "How's the mission going? You having much trouble out there?"

"N-No." He cleared his throat. "They haven't really needed me yet." He sighed softly as he finished speaking. "Everyone else has been good though. They're not having much trouble with these guys." You hum in acknowledgment, too tired to respond with words. You hear a whine emit softly from your phone. "Can you...keep talking, please?"

Your eyes open suspiciously at his words, just a crack, squinting at the phone as if he could see you. "Bob." You whisper and he whines again, louder this time. "Are you..."

"Please." He whimpered. "I'm sorry, b-but please..." You're so tired, but he sounds too good to deny. "It's been almost a week. I'm s-so...god, I need you to keep talking."

"You're so needy." You adjusted the phone so you could speak more clearly into it. "It's only been four days, sweet boy. Are you really already that desperate?" You could hear the sound of his hand gliding over his cock. "Gonna come from just my voice, hm?"

Bob panted heavily into the phone. He used his free hand to cover his mouth, not trusting himself to stay quiet. He was so close already. You could hear the muffled whines and mewls through the phone. You almost wanted to join him, to deny him his release until you could fall over the edge together, but you decided to be nice.

"That's it, baby. I can tell you're close." You whispered lowly. "Squeeze your cock for me." You could tell he had when a gasp made its way into your ears. "Cum, sweet boy. Squeeze it til it's dry." The muffled sounds escaping him as he came, the slick sound of his fist around his cock, and even the stutter in his breathing as he calmed...It all sounded so good. So sweet. So him.

"No more until you're home. I need you nice and ready for me."

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☀️Bob Reynolds Drabble☀️

“i love brownies”

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summary: You and Bob make brownies and he enjoys them a little too much…

warnings: dry humping

word count: 653

"I love brownies."

Those three words, uttered passively by your sweet boyfriend, was what got you two here. You both had cream colored aprons on and flour scattered across the fronts of the both of you...and maybe a strangely hand shaped spot on your asses. Though, there was one difference. You had a chef hat on. While this would be a minuscule detail to anyone passing by, it was a game to you two.

"Take, please." You raised the oven mitts to Bob's chest as you placed the steaming brownies onto the top of the oven. "Chocolate." You held a hand out and he moved obediently, placing a small baggy in your hand. He stood beside you, watching as you grinned, pouring the bag of chocolate chips over the fresh brownies. "Walnuts." The walnut bag landed quickly in your palm. You poured them onto half, leaving the other without the nuts.

You giggled and clapped as you looked at the two of yours work. "We did so good!" You exclaimed and could feel his hand slither up your back. "Give 'em a couple minutes and we can-" Something poked into your lower back. "Bob." You sighed. "Please, tell me that's a spoon."

"Even if it's not the truth?" Bob laughed quietly. He leaned down and kissed your cheek. You didn't answer, mouth limply open as his lips trialed to your neck. "It's a spoon. A really s-sensitive spoon." He shivered when you pushed back against him. His hands slowly drifted down to your hips.

You allowed him to touch you, nipping your lip to keep yourself from flipping him around and using his spoon. His hips rolled against your lower back and you pounced. You turned and spun him until you switched places. You smiled widely, proud, as you bit playfully at his chest.

"When you said you loved brownies, I wasn't aware you meant it so literally." You teased, feeling his growing bulge press against the front of your apron.

He shook his head, breathing growing heavier as you grabbed his hips and pushed him harder against you. "You did this." He panted. You glared silently, pushing your hips forward in time with his. "I-I love it when you boss me around like that. Makes me feel so weak."

"Yeah?" You hummed. "You like it when I tell you what to do?" He nodded frantically and you tutted, grabbing his jaw, forcing his eyes to yours. "Look at me and use your words, baby."

"I like it." He whimpered. "So, so much. Don't stop. P-Please." He was painfully close. He could feel the twitch of his cock each time you pressed together. He looked son pretty like this.

You reached around his waist and returned with a brownie, without walnuts. You raised it to his lips. "Taste our work, baby." You purred.

"I-I didn't do anything." He whined. "You did all the work. I just..." He head bobbed as tried to focus on chewing the sweet brownie and not coming in his pants. "I just handed you what you needed."

"Yes." You nodded, coaxing him into taking a second bite as you rolled your hips into his. "And, you did it so well. So obediently. I think you deserve a treat for all your hard work, don't you?"

He groaned and swallowed and bobbed his head all at once. It was becoming too much, the friction of his boxers against his skin nearly sending him over. "Y-Yes, please."

"There we go." You cooed as if he were a dog. "You're so good. So sweet." His hips stuttered and you knew he was right there. "Can you do one more thing for me, sweet thing?"

Bob mouth fell open limply before he was finally able to respond. "Anything."

You took his open mouth as an invitation, pressing the last bite of the brownie into his mouth. "Cum."

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☀️Bob Reynolds Drabble☀️

“mirror, mirror on the wall”

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summary: You decide to show your boyfriend Bob just how pretty he is after he confides in you about his insecurities.

warning: handjob, overstimulation

word count: 440

Bob moaned as you stroked him. He arched and his back pressed against your breasts. He was sat on the edge of the bed, you perched behind him on your knees. Your arm was looped around his waist and hand wrapped so perfectly around him. Your eyes watched him with a loving look, droopy and lazily following the twitch of his hips.

Bob couldn't remember how long he had been there, trapped beneath your pleasuring touch and watchful gaze. He wouldn't even be able to tell you how many times he had cum. Sweat glazed his skin and ran down his face. He blinked hard as he felt his vision blur.

"F-F-Fuck..." Bob slurred. His body was telling him to run from the pain. It felt like millionth time your hand had drug over him, twisting at the base and your thumb rubbing at the very tip. "Please. I-It hurts so..." His eyes rolled back as he felt himself getting close again. "g-good!"

You laughed as he struggled, the line between pain and pleasure blurring. "Yeah?" You kissed at his neck. "You gonna cum again, pretty boy?" You purred, nipping his skin as he jolted.

"Yes, yes, yes!" He whined, head falling back on your shoulder.

"Oh, no." Your free hand gripped his chin, forcing his head back to the mirror positioned in front of your bed. "Look at you, baby. Aren't you a pretty sight?" You waited silently for him to respond, but he only nodded. "Bob...Use your words." His hips bucked desperately into your hand. "Say it. Say you're a pretty boy. I might give you a break if you say it with a smile."

Bob whimpered and bucked into your hand like a bitch in heat. He tried to smile, the corners of his lips barely turning up. "I-I'm a pretty boy." Luckily for him, you decided the grimace was close enough. You tightened your fingers around him and he was gone. "Oh, god!" He nearly screamed as his umpteenth orgasm washed over...no, drowned him. "I'm so pretty! S-Such a pretty thing." Your hand slowed and he sighed when it stopped. "Your pretty boy." His hips stuttered and twitched into the air as you removed yourself from behind him.

You returned moments later with a warm rag, wiping the sheer coat of cum he had collected on the skin of his thighs and stomach. "Are you okay?" You asked quietly. Bob hummed lazily as his legs twitched with each brush of the cloth. "Are you ever going to say you're not good enough for me again?"

Bob sighed weakly. "Never."

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☀️Bob Reynolds One Shot☀️

“like a creep”

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summary: Stopping at a motel while on a mission turns into the team separating into partners and sharing rooms. You and Bob get paired up only to find your assigned room only has one bed…

warning: dry humping, bob and y/n are creeps for each other

word count: 3414

"I'm glad I got stuck with you." You spoke, arm nudging Bob's as you headed toward your assigned room. "Could you imagine me in a room with John? For a full eight hours? No way to escape?" You shivered at the thought and Bob couldn't help but smile. "I'd kill him. Myself, if I had to."

Bob had his usual boyish grin on his face as you walked, eyes switching between you and the carpet you followed. Well...the smile was usual to you.

You two had clicked as soon as he joined the team. You were the second newest after him and you felt it was only right for you to help him. You had been in his place only a year earlier. Now, you were close. Friends. You were the only one other than Yelena that he felt truly comfortable around. Safe enough to not glance over his shoulder when you were behind him or jump when your hand brushed his arm. He felt natural around you. Like himself.

Bob let you pass him as you neared the assigned room. You pressed the key into the hole. "Hopefully not." He whispered. He followed behind you, holding the door open over your head as you skipped in.

You froze in front of him and he barely stopped himself from walking right into you. He cleared his throat as he backed away, eyes following yours to the bed. Bed. Singular. Not plural, like the sweet lady at the desk had promised they had.

Your eyes instead moved to a small couch by the adjacent wall. Bob seemed to notice it too. You turned slightly to see where he was looking, a groan leaving you as his eyes switched between the couch and you. You glared playfully. A warning. A promise that you would be the one ending up on the couch. His smile didn't falter. He knew what you were thinking.

You ran for it first, throwing your bag so it landed on the couch. Bob's hands each grabbed one of your arms, holding them to your side as he lifted you. You kicked in his hold but he ignored it, dropping and pushing you onto the bed.

"Cheater." You growled, face down on the mattress, as your bag was thrown and landed beside you. You pushed yourself up and slid to the edge of the bed. "I'm not sleeping comfortably in this bed and making you sleep on...that." The couch had a small hole on nearly every corner of the cushions, questionable stains, and stuffing coming from the top of it.

Bob's grin still had his lips spread wide as he settled down on the couch. He looked so big on it, his knees higher than his hips when he sat normally. It looked like it would barely be long enough for a child. "Oh, but you want to sleep on it?" He shook his head. "You're not making me do anything."

"Bob." Your voice was firm when he looked away, busying himself by digging through his bag. "You're not sleeping there. You can't even lay down." He ignored you, or at least tried to. You could still see the crease of his eyes as he fought back his laugh. "Just-" You spluttered. "You can..." He slowly sat up, waiting patiently for you to finish. "We can share the bed." You finally whispered.

Bob perked up at your suggestion. His eyes ran over your face. Trying to see if you were kidding or not. You weren't. You looked so sincere and genuine as you held his eyes. "Are you sure?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah, of course." You nodded. You seemed unbothered by the thought of sharing a bed. Your voice was so even and calm. He didn't know how. He could feel warmth on his skin from just thinking about it. "It's not like we haven't slept in the same room before." You shrugged. It was true. You had woken up many times to him on the floor beside your bed, curled up with nothing but his clothes to keep warm. All he ever told you was nightmares. "It won't be that much different. You'll just be closer."

Bob swallowed thickly as his head bobbed up and down. You giggled as he grabbed his bag and set it on the other side of the bed. "See?" You hummed. "Was that so hard?" He grumbled faintly, trying to act like he didn't like the idea of sleeping next to you.

You stood to give him more space. "Do you wanna shower or am I okay to go?" You asked. He swallowed thickly as you stared up at him. Your eyebrow raised at his silence and his head shook quickly.

"I'll wait til the morning." He spoke quickly as you tucked bottles from your bag under your arm. You nodded and slipped away toward the bathroom, unaware of the way he followed with his eyes.

Bob groaned as soon you disappeared behind the door and the sound of the water hitting the ground filled the room. He flopped down, landing on the bed with a huff. He could run while he was able to. He thought about it. Opening the window and jumping, running, sleeping on the side of the building or the roof until morning. Save himself the embarrassment of sleeping beside you. He knew it wouldn't end well. He either wouldn't be able to sleep, too distracted by how close you were, or think himself to sleep and wake up more tired than he already was.

The smell of berries filled the motel room. He took a deep breath, holding it in. It somehow masked the scent of old cigarettes and the musky smell all motels seemed to have. He curled around the pillow you had tossed to him. He always wondered what the smell of your room was. Every couple of nights when he ended up in there after a nightmare, the smell of your room always calmed him. You always smelled sweet, like a warm pie. It surrounded you and he couldn't think of another scent that would fit you more. The smell of it calmed his racing heart, his head burrowing into the pillow as his eyes shut.

It was so late, nearly midnight already, but he wasn't tired. All he could think of was you. His mind raced with all of the times he had woken in your room. When it first started, you would find him curled outside of your door in the morning. He was too scared to knock and disturb your sleep, but you were the only one he felt comfortable enough to come to. He felt like a child, but staying alone with only his mind in those nights after a nightmare was torture. After the first couple of nights, you began leaving your door unlocked. His visits grew more frequent. You'd wake with him sleeping on the cold floor beside your bed nearly every night. He would wake later with a blanket over his body and a pillow under his head.

"Bob?" Your voice was breathy as you whispered his name into the room. "Are you awake?" Your words snapped him from his haze of your smell and...well, you. He stood and you sighed a breath of relief. "Oh, thank god." You laughed nervously. "I forgot my bag. Would you mind bringing it to me, please?"

Bob was on his feet in an instant, your bag held delicately in his hand as if it were an ancient artifact. His eyes found you as he neared. You were behind the door but your shoulders and head peeked around just enough to watch for him. He watched back. Your skin was wet and warm and glistening in the bathroom light. He tried to keep himself from staring but it was nearly impossible. You just looked too good. His eyes found yours again, already smiling at him, and he blushed. Had you noticed him staring? He prayed you hadn't as he handed your bag over.

"Thank you, sweets."

The door shut before he could say you're welcome, or nod, or even comprehend what you said. Sweets. It was a new one from you. You had called him many names in the past, but none of them felt as good as that. It set something right in his mind. He shuddered as his words repeated in his mind. He didn't know how long he had stood there, taking in your words and the rush of berries that attacked him when you held the door open.

Bob jumped at the sound the door clicking unlocked. He threw himself to the side, barely settling on the bed before you came out. He lifted his head as if he had laid down after helping, as if he hadn't stood outside of the door like a creep. His eyes found you and he fought back a groan at the sight. You only wore sweatpants and a tank top but he swore it was the best you had ever looked.

The berry scent followed you, filling his nose as you crawled onto the bed. You settled quickly, your face flushed from the heat of the water. His face, however, was flushed from...everything. The way you looked. The way you smelled. The way your eyes scrunched at the corners whenever you looked at him. You called him sweets.

Fuck, he could feel heat flooding south. He turned onto his side facing away from you so you wouldn't see the tent beginning to form in his pants.

"Thank you again." You whispered as you brought the comforter up to just below your neck. "For getting my bag. You saved me." You giggled. He pulled the comforter over himself too before turning, his need hidden. "Imagine if I had to run out here and get it? Oh, god."

You laughed and laughed at the embarrassing idea, but he was imagining it. He had been since he joined the team and you sat next to him on the team's monthly movie night. You had smiled so warmly at him as you introduced yourself. You had that same smile every time you talked to him since.

"You're being quiet." You whispered sleepily. You were half asleep already, the warmth of the room slowly lulling you closer to sleep. "Is something wrong?"

"N-No." Bob settled up on his pillow so you were face to face, only inches apart. You were unbothered by this but he was sweating. "Just tired." He tried to reassure you.

You fought to keep your eyes open, worried about him even in the arms of unconsciousness. "Try to sleep." You whispered, your mind finally winning and your eyes closing.

Bob wanted to sleep. He wanted to so bad, but the sight of you so close and the feel of his hardening cock brushing his boxers was too much. His eyes ran over you. Your arms settled at your sides, the blanket lowering just the slightest bit. Your chest was only covered by your shirt now and he could see the evidence of your lack of bra. Your nipples poked against your shirt and all he wanted to do was take them between his fingers and into his mouth. He felt like such a creep, staring at you like this while you slept, but he couldn't help it. He shoved his head into the pillow to finally stop his wandering eyes, but his mind replaced them. Images of you flooded his mind and he groaned, shoving his head deeper into the pillow until he was finally able to force himself to sleep.

You awoke at some point in the early morning. Three am, you knew after glancing at the small bedside table. You swallowed thickly, your throat dry and mind fuzzy. Wondering what had woken you up, you moved to try and slide off the mattress. Something wrapped around your wrist to stop you.

Your eyes found Bob, who had scooted closer in his sleep. His hand was wrapped gently around your skin, only there to keep you from leaving. He was still asleep though, chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. You smiled at the sight. He looked so calm. Sweet and pretty as his eyes moved, eyelashes fluttering slightly.

You forgot about finding what woke you up, instead using your free hand to gently swipe his hair from his face. His brows furrowed at the touch and you pulled it back. You were worried you woke him too. Something under the comforter moved. Your eyes followed it, squinting. It was right where his...His hips rolled slowly into your clothed thigh. Was he...Your question was answered before you could even register it, his hips pressing against you again. You slowly pulled the comforter up enough to peek under it, fighting the urge to push your leg forward in time with his hips. His bulge pressed so close to you. You could feel the imprint of his cock with each push.

It felt wrong to stare like this, but you couldn't help it. His eyebrows pinched in the most frustrating way and his lips opened slightly, a whimper falling from them. You nipped your own lip at the sight. He was too pretty like this. You knew this was wrong. He was asleep. He trusted you and only you enough to fall asleep with and you were watching him like a creep.

You had to wake him up, despite the awkward conversation you knew was coming. "Bob." You whispered, a shaky hand reaching out to push at his shoulder. "Bob, wake up."

His hips bucked again and he whined before he finally seemed to wake. He nuzzled his head closer to the comfortable smell of berries. He could tell something was wrong when his nose hit something solid. His eyes finally opened. Your throat. He had his nose pressed flush to your throat, sniffing like a dog following a bone.

"Oh, god." Bob pulled back. His eyes were wide and fearful and worried and embarrassed. "I am so sorry." He whispered. His voice was exactly what you imagined it would sound like. So whiny and up an octave with the speed of his breathing. "I-I-I'm..." He looked like he was about to cry.

"Shh..." You shushed quietly. "It's okay." He sniffled and tears formed in the corners of his eyes. "No, no. Don't cry, sweets." Your words were rushed as you tried to help him, but they had the opposite effect.

Bob groaned as you called him sweets again. "F-Fuck." He panted, hips pushing forward again. "Don't call me that." He whined and all you could do was stare.

His bulge was still pressed against you. He could have scooted back, removed himself from your reach, and left to deal with himself. But he stayed pressed tightly against you. You hoped it was his head doing that and not the one on the tip of his cock.

"Please..." He whimpered and you swore it was the prettiest noise you'd ever heard. He wanted to stop his hips so bad and run far, far away, but the need building inside of him wouldn't allow it. "Please, don't hate me. I'm so sorry." The tears finally spilled down his cheeks. You pouted at the sight of your sweet boy so sad. Without thinking, you leaned forward and kissed them away. His hips bucked at each touch of your lips on his skin. "I'm such a creep. R-Rubbing on you like this. Waking you up. I-It's okay if you hate me after tonight. I understand."

You smiled. After saying all of that, humping your leg like a dog in heat, sniffing on you...You smiled so gently at him, like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. "I could never hate you. Especially not for this." You murmured as your thumb swiped under his eyes, wiping the remaining remnants of his tears away.

It took him a moment to register your words. "You..." He swallowed thickly. "You don't hate me?" His eyes glanced hopefully up at yours.

"I don't hate you." You nodded. "Quite the opposite actually."

You giggled and he could feel himself calming. His mind calmed, at least. His cock felt more excited than it had ever been. It almost hurt how bad he needed you. He pressed against you again. Slowly.

"W-Why?" He asked quietly.

You hummed with a smile. "Who wouldn't want a pretty boy humping their thigh?" Your voice was teasing and your leg moved with him.

His body jolted forward, a hand reaching down to hold onto your thigh. "Oh, f-fuck!"

"Shh..." You cooed, wiping away hair that had slipped onto his face. He leaned into your touch, eyes squeezed shut. "We don't want the others hearing." He nodded instantly with your words and his hips sped up against your leg. "What were you dreaming about?" Your hand reached under his chin and forced his eyes to meet yours.

Bob's mouth fell open in your hand. "You." The word slipped before he could stop, the pleasure in him growing and clouding his mind. He wanted you so bad. "I mean-"

Your lips interrupted his train of thought. They pressed against his like this was normal. Like, he hadn't just admitted to having a sex dream about you. "Sweet boy..." You murmured into his mouth and he melted against you. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that." Your tongue slipped into his mouth when he opened it to agree.

His other hand landed on your thigh, squeezing it in his hands as he forced it up. He rutted against you, hips stuttering. He was already so close, but he didn't want it to end. Not ever. He wanted to wake up every day to you. To please you. To be yours.

You watched him intently, a smile curling your lips. "Are you gonna cum?" You hummed against his skin as your lips trailed down to his jaw. "Gonna come in your pants, sweet boy?"

"Oh..." He panted. He nodded desperately. "Y-Yes. Yes." His head tilted back, a sigh leaving him at the feeling of your lips. His eyes slowly opened and met yours. His voice was meek when he finally spoke again. "I-If that's okay with you."

Your mouth fell open at his words. You groaned lowly and latched your lips onto his neck. "Come." You gasped when his hands tightened around your skin, moving against you so fast you could hardly keep up. "Fuck, sweets." His hips stuttered and you knew he was right there. He just needed one last push. "Now, pretty boy. Cum for me. I know you can do it."

Bob moaned loudly and he did as he was told. His hips stuttered and slowed until he stilled against you. He could feel the sticky mess inside of his boxers, a slick sound emitting from the blanket when his hips twitched.

The room went silent. You could see the gears clicking in his head as he finally had a moment to think. His head slowly rose from the pillow. His eyes glanced over you, your thigh still between his legs.

"I..." He began, but paused. He didn't know what to say. Sorry? I liked that? Thanks for letting me hump you? Worry and fear were loud behind his eyes. He finally decided. "I hope we can...still be friends?”

Your eyebrows raised at his question. You released his chin and he whimpered at the loss of your touch. "Are you friend zoning me after humping my thigh like a dog?"

"No, no, no." He sounded panicked now. Maybe he was...just a little bit. He shook his head frantically. "I just- I want to be more, but..." He swallowed thickly. "I wasn't sure if you did."

You shook your head. "You're too sweet." Your hand buried in his hair and pulled him closer. His lips pressed desperately to yours, his tongue darting out to poke and taste your lips. You tasted so good.

"So..." He mumbled against your lips. "Does this mean we're..."

"This means you're mine, sweets."

Meanwhile...

John was confused when he first entered his room. He had made sure to tell the receptionist he would only need a single bed, but there were two twin sized beds on the opposite wall...Oh, well.

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