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[itwillbethescarletwitch]

I Will End You

Bob Floyd x Fem!Mitchell!Reader

The hangar is loud—too loud. The engines hum, tools clang, and voices blur together into a steady, unrelenting noise.

You keep your head down as you walk, clipboard tucked tight to your chest, the weight of it grounding you in the chaos. Your sneakers squeak softly against the concrete, the faintest sound in the sea of noise.

You hate this part.

The crossing of the hangar, the eyes that feel like they linger too long—especially his.

Jake Seresin.

Hangman.

The man with the lazy grin and the sharp eyes that always seem to find you.

You don’t look at him. You can’t.

But you feel him, every time.

“Hey there, darlin’.”

The words drift to you like a breeze—soft, teasing, and so unwanted it makes your skin crawl.

You don’t stop.

You don’t react.

But your heart skips. Not for him. Never for him.

For the man you can’t let yourself think about.

Bob Floyd.

You know he’s watching.

You know because you always feel it—

The way the air seems to shift when he’s near.

The way his gaze feels different—not heavy, not sharp, but soft. Warm. Like the sun filtering through clouds.

You catch the faintest glance—barely there.

He’s by the workbench, hands full of tools, glasses slipping down his nose. His eyes flicker to you for a heartbeat, and it’s like the whole world holds its breath.

You want to smile.

You don’t.

⸻

Later—quiet, in the back corner of the hangar—you’re sorting a stack of forms, fingers tight and tense, when you feel it:

A presence.

Bob.

He’s close enough that you can smell the faint scent of soap and oil, warm and familiar.

“Need a hand?” he asks, voice soft, careful. Like he’s afraid to startle you.

You freeze, clipboard pressed to your chest, eyes wide.

Your pulse hammers in your throat.

“I—uh—”

The words stumble out, clumsy, awkward.

Bob shifts, one hand reaching out slowly, like he’s asking permissionwithout saying it. His fingers brush yours, barely there, as he takes the clipboard.

It’s nothing.

But it’s everything.

His touch lingers for half a second too long, warm and careful, like he’s afraid you’ll break.

Your breath catches.

So does his.

There’s a moment—a pause—where you could say something.

Where he might.

But—

“Hey, Bob!”

Jake’s voice cuts through the air like a knife, sharp and too loud.

You both flinch.

Bob’s hand drops like it burned him, the moment snapped clean in half.

You step back, heart racing, cheeks burning.

Bob straightens, clearing his throat, a flush creeping up his neck as he turns toward Jake.

“Yeah?” Bob says, voice tight.

Jake grins, oblivious—or maybe not.

“You gonna help me with this checklist, or you just gonna stare at the pretty girl all day?”

Your stomach twists.

Bob’s gaze flicks to you—quick, unsure, like he’s apologizing without words.

And then he looks away, nodding stiffly, moving to follow Jake, leaving you standing there—

Heart pounding, hands trembling, breath caught somewhere between your ribs.

The moment is gone.

But it lingers in the quiet places.

You see him—again.

Bob.

Quiet, careful Bob.

Always there, always close enough that it hurts.

He’s across the hangar, sleeves rolled up, grease smudged on his wrist, glasses slipping down his nose.

You should look away.

You should.

But you can’t.

It’s the way his fingers move, slow and precise, steady in a world that never stops.

The way he glances at you sometimes—barely—like he’s not supposed to, like he knows he shouldn’t.

The way his mouth twitches, just slightly, when you catch him looking.

You feel it in your chest—

A pull, soft and aching, that you can’t name.

⸻

“Need a hand?”

His voice is soft when it comes—hesitant, like it’s a question he’s asked himself a hundred times before daring to say it out loud.

You freeze, heart thumping.

Look up.

Meet his eyes—blue, quiet, uncertain.

You nod, barely, and he steps closer.

Not too close.

Not close enough.

His fingers brush against yours as he takes the clipboard from your hands—barely a touch, but it leaves a trail of warmth in its wake.

Your breath catches.

For a second—just a second—

You think maybe he’ll say something more.

Maybe he wants to.

Maybe you could.

But then—

“Hey there, sweetheart.”

Jake.

Loud, easy, grinning like he owns the world.

The moment fractures.

Bob stiffens—like a string pulled too tight—and takes a step back so fast it feels like a rejection.

Your heart aches.

It aches.

Jake leans on the workbench, too casual, too close, all sharp smiles and glinting eyes.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” he says, but the way his eyes flicker between you and Bob—

He did.

He knew.

Bob clears his throat, adjusting his glasses, his hands fidgeting with a wrench like it’s an anchor.

His eyes don’t meet yours again.

And you sit there—

Breath caught in your throat, hands curling into fists, heart aching so deep it feels like a bruise.

⸻

You lie awake that night, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the way Bob’s fingers hesitated against yours.

The way his voice almost said something more.

The way he stepped back.

The way Jake stepped in.

And you think—

If you had just said something.

If you had just reached out.

If he had just stayed.

But it’s too late.

It’s always too late.

You try not to look for him.

You really do.

But it’s impossible.

Bob’s there, always—

Moving quiet through the hangar, sleeves pushed up, glasses slipping down his nose, mouth soft like he’s always thinking of a question he’ll never ask.

And you ache.

You ache for the way he glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking—

The way his eyes flick to your mouth, your hands, your face—

Then dart away so fast it feels like you imagined it.

You ache for the way he stands near, but never too close.

The way his hand almost brushes yours when you pass in the hall—almost, but not quite.

You ache for the way he doesn’t say your name—

Like if he says it too soft, too careful, he might give something away.

And the worst part?

Jake sees it.

He sees it all.

⸻

It happens again—

Late afternoon, golden light slanting across the floor.

You’re at the workbench, sorting files. Bob’s there, quiet, handing you a screwdriver you didn’t even realize you needed.

Your fingers brush.

It’s barely anything—

But your breath catches.

You feel the heat of his skin, the calluses on his fingertips—

And for a second, it feels like the world pauses.

Your eyes flick to his.

He’s already looking at you—soft, tentative, like he wants to saysomething.

His lips part—just barely—

And then—

“Don’t let Bob keep you too long, darlin’.”

Jake.

Again.

He’s leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, grin sharp and too confident.

His gaze cuts between you and Bob like a knife.

Bob freezes.

You freeze.

The moment shatters.

Bob steps back so fast you feel it like a cold wind.

His voice is quiet, almost small.

“I—uh, I should get back to it.”

He doesn’t meet your eyes.

Doesn’t say your name.

Just leaves.

And you’re left standing there, hands trembling, heart aching in your chest like a bruise you can’t stop pressing on.

Jake smiles, all easy charm, and leans closer—too close.

You flinch.

He notices.

Of course he notices.

You look away—

But your eyes follow Bob.

They always do.

⸻

You don’t know how much more of this you can take.

The silence.

The ache.

The almost.

You think maybe you’ll break—

And that’s when it happens.

That’s when Maverick walks in.

You’re at the hangar again—

It’s late, the light dim and soft, the world humming quiet.

Bob’s there, working on a checklist, sleeves rolled, hands steady.

You stand beside him, close but not too close, just watching—

Letting the air between you ache.

It’s too much.

You ache for him—

For the way his voice goes soft when he talks to you, the way his eyes flicker down to your hands, then dart away, cheeks flushing pink.

You ache for how careful he is.

And you hate the way Jake knows.

The way he leans against the table, grinning like the world is his, like you’re just another prize to chase.

“Darlin’, you keep hangin’ around Bob like that, he’s gonna start thinkin’ you like him,” Jake teases, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Your cheeks burn.

Bob’s head snaps up—

Eyes wide, lips parting like he’s about to say something—

And then—

“Hey!”

Maverick’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and unmistakable.

The whole room freezes.

Your stomach drops.

He’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes narrowed—

And he’s looking right at Jake.

Right at Bob.

Right at you.

“Enough.”

His voice is low, controlled, but there’s a danger in it—

A warning.

Bob steps back instinctively, hands raised like he’s been caught doing something wrong.

Jake smirks, tilting his head like he’s about to make a joke—

But Maverick cuts him off.

“You.”

His gaze locks on Jake, sharp as a blade.

“She’s off-limits.”

The words drop like a bomb.

The air cracks with tension.

Your heart stops.

Bob’s eyes widen, mouth parting in shock.

Jake’s grin falters, just for a second—

Then he raises an eyebrow, tilts his head like he doesn’t get it.

“Off-limits?” Jake echoes, a slow, dangerous smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Why’s that, Mav?”

And then—

“She’s my daughter.”

The words are sharp, final, echoing through the room like a gunshot.

Silence.

Total, absolute silence.

Your breath catches in your throat.

Bob’s eyes snap to yours, wide and uncertain.

Jake lets out a low whistle, backing off with a smirk—

But there’s a flicker of something in his eyes.

Something like regret.

You stand there, frozen, feeling the weight of it all crash down on you—

Your heart pounding, your hands trembling, Bob’s stunned expression burning into your skin.

You want to run.

You want to scream.

You want to ask Bob if this changes everything.

Because it does.

You can feel it.

And in the corner of the room—

Maverick watches, arms crossed, jaw tight—

Like a man who’s been holding onto this secret for too long.

Bob doesn’t say anything.

He just—

Stands there.

For a second—one second—

You see it on his face—

The way his eyes soften, the way his lips part like he’s about to say your name, like maybe he’s about to stay.

But then he steps back.

And it hurts.

He tugs at his sleeves, clears his throat, and—without a word—he walks away.

Out the door, down the hall, like he can’t get away from you fast enough.

Your chest feels like it’s caving in.

And you—

You snap.

You turn on Maverick, voice sharp, chest heaving.

“You really had to say that?!”

The words echo across the hangar—

Your voice loud, cracking, raw with something you can’t name.

Everyone’s watching.

The guys in the background—

Hondo, Payback, Fanboy, the whole room—

They’re all staring.

And you feel it—

The heat in your cheeks, the burn behind your eyes—

The weight of it all, crashing down on you like a storm.

“Now the whole base is gonna know!” you snap, hands clenched into fists, voice shaking.

Maverick’s expression tightens—

He’s trying to look calm, but you see it—

The guilt, the worry, the way his jaw ticks as he crosses his arms tighter across his chest.

“I’m your father,” he says, voice low, steady, like that explains everything.

But it doesn’t.

Not to you.

Because you’re standing there—

Heart pounding, breath shaking, the weight of everything pressing down on your chest—

And all you can think about is Bob.

Bob, who stepped away.

Bob, who didn’t say anything.

Bob, who left like you didn’t matter.

And maybe you don’t.

Maybe that’s what this changes.

Everything.

You don’t say anything else.

You can’t.

You just stand there, blinking hard, feeling the ache in your chest like a bruise.

And somewhere down the hall—

Bob’s gone.

You barely make it through the door before the tears start.

The second it closes behind you, the walls feel too tight, the air too heavy.

You drop the files on the kitchen table—your hands still shaking—and press your palms to the cool surface, head hanging low as the tears spill over.

You don’t want to cry.

You try so hard not to—

But it’s like the ache won’t stop.

Because you know.

You know what it looked like—

Bob leaving, the way his face fell, the way he couldn’t even look at you.

You think you ruined it.

You ruined everything.

You wipe your face with the back of your hand, chest heaving as you sink into the chair, your breath coming in short, ragged bursts.

You don’t even hear the knock at first.

It comes soft, then sharper, like whoever’s outside is trying not to pushbut can’t help themselves.

You sniff, wipe your eyes, and stumble toward the door.

It’s Maverick.

Of course it is.

He’s standing there, arms crossed, a faint frown tugging at the corners of his mouth—

But his eyes…

His eyes are soft.

Worried.

Fatherly.

“Can I come in?” he asks quietly.

You hesitate, but then step aside.

He walks in, glancing around like he hasn’t been in your little apartment a hundred times before.

He doesn’t say anything at first, just looks at you, hands on his hips, like he’s waiting.

And you crack.

“I’m fine, Dad,” you mutter, wiping at your eyes furiously, trying to hold it together.

But he doesn’t buy it.

“You’re not,” he says softly.

“You’ve been upset since the hangar.”

He crosses his arms tighter, gaze narrowing a little.

“Is it about what I said?”

You swallow hard, biting your lip, the tears threatening again.

You want to say no.

You want to brush it off.

But you can’t.

Because it’s not just what he said.

It’s what it means.

It’s Bob.

And your voice—

It breaks.

“I just—” you start, and then it tumbles out, barely above a whisper.

“I think I might have feelings for Bob.”

The words hang in the air—

Heavy, quiet, raw.

You don’t look at him, can’t—

Your eyes burn, your heart pounds.

You wait for him to yell, to lecture, to tell you you’re being stupid.

But he doesn’t.

He’s silent.

For a long, long moment.

And then, in a voice so quiet you barely hear it—

“Bob’s a good one.”

You freeze.

Your breath catches.

You look up at him, wide-eyed, heart aching.

He just gives you a small, knowing nod, like he’s been watching you two all along.

And then, like it’s nothing, like this isn’t the most important conversation of your life, he grins—

“I’m getting pizza for dinner.”

A soft, teasing glint in his eye, like he’s trying to lighten the mood.

“Anything you want on it?”

You blink, tears still in your eyes, and for the first time all day—

You smile.

⸻

But what you don’t know—

What you can’t know—

Is that when Maverick leaves to get that pizza…

He calls Bob.

His voice is low, tight—like a warning, like a threat.

“Trainee Floyd. Meet me at the base. Now.”

Bob’s heart jumps.

He hears it in Maverick’s voice.

He knows.

Bob shows up—nervous, hands shoved deep in his pockets, eyes wide.

He stands at attention, back straight, like he’s facing a court martial.

Maverick leans against the desk, arms crossed, looking at him like a man who’s seen too much.

For a long moment, he doesn’t say anything.

Just stares.

And then—

“You like my daughter.”

It’s not a question.

It’s a statement.

Plain.

Final.

Like there’s no point in Bob denying it.

And Bob—

He can’t lie.

So he nods.

Once.

Sharp.

Honest.

Because he means it.

Maverick’s jaw tightens.

His gaze sharpens, voice low and dangerous.

“If you hurt her…”

A pause, heavy as the ocean.

“I will end you.”

Bob swallows hard.

“I won’t, sir,” he says quietly, voice steady despite the fear curling in his chest.

“I promise.”

Maverick stares at him for a long, long time.

And then—

“Good.”

A pause.

A faint, almost-smile, just for a second—

Before he claps Bob on the shoulder, maybe a little harder than necessary, and mutters—

“Now get the hell out of here before I change my mind.”

Bob nods, hurrying to leave, his heart racing—

But his mind is spinning.

Because now he knows.

Maverick knows.

And maybe—

Maybe there’s a chance.

It happens two days later.

You’re in the breakroom, mindlessly stirring your coffee, eyes fixed on the swirl of cream in the dark liquid—

Lost in the ache that hasn’t left you since Bob walked away.

You hear the door open—

Feel it, before you see it.

That familiar, gentle presence.

You glance up.

It’s Bob.

Your breath catches.

He stands there, quiet as ever, hands tucked into his pockets, eyes soft and hesitant—like he’s not sure he’s allowed to be here.

The silence stretches, thick between you.

You should say something.

You should break the quiet.

But you can’t—

Because your throat feels tight, like if you open your mouth, it’ll all spill out.

So you don’t.

You just stare, waiting for him to leave again.

But this time…

He doesn’t.

He steps closer.

Not too close, just—enough.

And in a voice so soft you almost miss it—

“I didn’t mean to walk away.”

Your chest tightens.

You stare at him, breath shallow, your heart pounding.

You don’t want to hope—

You can’t.

Not when it hurts this much.

“I thought—” you whisper, your voice catching, barely audible.

“I thought you were upset… that you didn’t want to—”

He shakes his head—fast, like it hurts to even let you think that.

“I was scared,” he says quietly.

His eyes flicker to yours—blue and honest and aching.

“I was scared because… you’re Maverick’s daughter.”

You swallow hard, feeling the tears prick at your eyes again.

“Yeah, well… so what?”

He takes a step closer now.

A breath away.

You can feel the warmth of him, the gravity.

“I like you,” he says, barely a whisper.

Like it’s breaking him open.

Like it’s the truth he’s been holding onto for too long.

“I like you a lot.”

Your breath shakes.

Your hands are trembling.

You blink up at him, heart aching, voice small and scared.

“I like you too.”

The words hang between you—fragile, tender, like they might shatter if you breathe too hard.

Bob’s eyes soften—

His whole face softens—

And for a second, it feels like the whole world slows down.

You both take a breath—

Careful, cautious—like you’re not quite sure how to hold this new thingbetween you.

And then, in the quiet, Bob smiles.

Soft.

Shy.

Like maybe he’s been waiting for this moment for longer than you’ll ever know.

You smile too—

Small, shaky, but real.

It’s not a kiss.

Not yet.

But it’s a beginning.

[trainer-from-unova]

secret

Ⓢ english ao3 Ⓢ spanish ao3 Ⓢ masterlist Ⓢ

ship: the void x f!reader (x bob reynolds)

summary: where you're dating the void, and not even bob knows it. it was easy to hide the secret from him, it was the others who were the problem.

au: bob and the void are different personalities / did

c/w: post-canon, hurt/comfort (but not for poor bob), void bullying bob

a/n: english isn't my first language and a kudo on ao3 will be appreciated even if you read it here <3

word count: 2281

It had been a good few months for Bob. Although he didn't dare use his powers again, he was now living free with the New Avengers in their tower. He had gained a group of friends, a family who loved him and really cared about him. What he didn't know was that he had also gained a girlfriend, kinda. And to his surprise, she was the one he shared the least alone time with, or so he thought.

It was easy to hide the secret from Bob, it was the others who were the problem. Luckily there were few of them in the team, but they still seemed too many. It didn't help that almost all of them were trained as spies and that one in particular could turn invisible, though at least Void had the ability to see her even if she turned invisible to the others.

They saw each other at night, when everyone was asleep and when Bob was supposed to be asleep, so Bob would have no gaps in his memory and wouldn't suspect anything. But it's hard not to make noise when you meet your partner in your room at night... Although the walls, doors and windows of the attic were soundproofed, they always tried to make as little noise as possible, as some of the team members had enhanced abilities.

And even if there was plenty of room, sometimes it was inevitable that they would bump into someone.

It was three o'clock in the morning when, kissing goodbye in front of Bob's bedroom door, they accidentally bumped into Bucky, probably awake due to insomnia or just awakened by a nightmare with traumatic memories. The couple separated quickly, and luckily the darkness of the place disguised well the facial expression of Void, so different and yet so similar to Bob's.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" said the soldier in a whisper.

"Don't worry about it," she said in the same tone, looking up at him as she took her boyfriend's hand, squeezing it tightly. And he understood perfectly what she was trying to communicate: "Play along with me and pretend". "Please don't say anything to the others, we want it to be secret," and in that sense she wasn't lying. "You haven't seen us and we haven't seen you, okay? This didn't happen."

Though it was dark they noticed him nod as he resumed his silent course, and Void merely said a silent goodbye to her as well, leaning over her slightly to kiss the top of her head as he grabbed the doorknob with one hand to slowly open the door and lock himself inside the room.

If only Bucky had been the only one who had discovered them unwittingly... But as time went on they all discovered them, and they followed the same strategy they had with this one.

Also, as time went on, Bob began to feel something for her. It was more than companionship and friendship, and perhaps it didn't make sense because he didn't have as close a relationship with her as he did with Yelena, but he could tell he had a special chemistry with her. He unknowingly caught the love that Void had for her.

And he might not remember the experiences of Void, but the muscle memory remained. He couldn't help but turn his neck in the direction ______ was facing, fix his eyes on her, sharpen his hearing at the sound of her voice, and even feel the urge to take her hand and kiss her. Clearly he didn't do that, because she wasn't his. He knew that. A voice inside him reminded him of it when he stared at her too long. "She's not yours." But he wanted to make her his, and he knew he needed female advice for that.

"Can we talk?" Bob asked quietly, shyly entering his best girl friend's bedroom after he knocked on the door with a few taps and she told him from inside that he could come in. "I need advice on a matter..." he said as he closed the door behind him.

"Sure," she replied as she got up from the bed she was lying on, sitting cross-legged and locking her mobile phone to put it away. "What is it?" she asked as she watched him approach her bed. "Is something wrong?" she asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"No no," he said quickly, reassuring her and dispelling any doubts about his mental health. "You see..." he sighed, staring off into nothingness, mentally thinking about what he was going to say and how he was going to say it, "I like ______," he said shyly, "and, I don't know," he shrugged, "I was wondering if you could give me some advice on... I don't know- Winning her over and maybe asking her out," she looked at him completely quizzical, frowning.

"Weren't you already dating her?"

"What?" he asked now, in the same tone and with the same facial expression. "No."

"Oh so you're just having an affair...?" she asked, a little less confused.

"No, not even that," he said still just as confused, and the same level of confusion returned in her.

"I saw you together one night," she remembered, "kissing in the middle of the hallway."

"Are you sure it was me?"

"Well, yes — it was dark, but..."

And she stopped dead in her tracks, falling silent for a second. As soon as they both heard the word "dark" they looked at each other tense and nervous, but with understanding.

"Do you think she knows it's not me?" he asked.

"How could she not know? If she thought it was you she'd be throwing herself into your arms all the time."

Knowing that she was well aware that it wasn't Bob he felt a mixture of emotions: sadness, anger, surprise, confusion, envy, jealousy... He found it hard to believe, and if that wasn't enough, Yelena added more information:

"______ told me you wanted it to be a secret, asked me not to tell anyone and to pretend I hadn't seen anything even with you- with them," she corrected herself quickly.

"Good God," he said getting up from the bed, pacing back and forth hysterically, "How did- How did he- How did they- Oh my God," he was overwhelmed by all the questions on his mind, but he didn't want Void to show up to answer them, let alone lose control of the body. "What should I do?" he asked looking at Yelena at last.

"First calm down and then talk to her. There is no other option."

Unfortunately she wasn't present in the tower, she had gone out for a while and because of that he went to ask Yelena for advice at that very moment. He had to wait for her to return, and the wait became eternal and deadly.

"What is it, honey?" she asked as she set her bag on her desk, her back to him. He wasn't surprised by the nickname as she often called him and the other men in the group that. They were in her bedroom, with the door closed. She had just arrived and didn't even have time to take off her shoes.

"By that do you mean me? Or Void?" He said behind her, trying not to sound too annoyed, and it was a good thing she had her back to him, because the way her face darkened wasn't at all disguised. She tried to recompose her facial expression before turning to look at him.

"What?" She asked pretending to be confused, though she really was, but in the way she was pretending to be.

"Don't play dumb with me," he said, not completely annoyed but clearly not happy — he was nervous and tired, eager for this awkward moment to be over as soon as possible. He didn't like confrontations, even if they were only verbal and seemingly peaceful.

"What do you know?" she asked, now really serious.

"Enough," he nodded, infected by her seriousness.

"And how do you know that?" she asked as she crossed her arms.

"That doesn't matter now," he replied. "What kind of relationship do you have?"

"We're dating," she reported matter-of-factly but still folded her arms, lifting her shoulders slightly and looking at the ground for a second. The confirmation from her side felt like a stab in Bob's chest. There it was again, that mix of emotions inside his chest.

"Okay, leave him," he said.

"Just because you say so?" she said sarcastically as she laughed, snorting through her nose. She didn't mean to be rude, but she wasn't liking the conversation and wanted to make her position clear. "I'm not leaving him," she said shaking her head subtly, "and he's not leaving me. Our love life is none of your business."

"A monster like him can't fall in love," he informed her, trying to talk some sense into her.

"He's not a monster, and he can," she said annoyed and hurt.

"It's impossible," he replied.

"No," she shook her head again, growing more and more annoyed and hurt.

"I mean- You're wonderful, but-" he hastened to correct himself, blushing slightly, closing his eyes tightly and holding up his hands.

"I know him better than you do Bob," she said.

"Better than me!?" He couldn't help laughing in the same way she laughed before, but the laughter didn't last long. "I just want to protect you," he said desperately now.

"I don't need your protection," she said annoyed.

"You're not safe with him!" he said, also annoyed.

"He's changed!" She opened her mouth to say something else, but was interrupted.

"Oh, you fixed him?" he said annoyed but with a smirk, laughing as he looked at her raising eyebrows.

Now she was the one stabbed in the chest. Her face softened, but not in amusement or joy, but in utter hurt. She looked at him as if he had betrayed her. Her eyes widened like discs as she listened in surprise at such audacity, but they also trembled, as did her narrowed lips. He quickly realised the mistake he had made, and in sorrow he approached her to try to take her hands and apologise, but she took a step back.

"...He talks to me better than you do," she said again, wrinkling her forehead as she subtly shook her head.

"𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕽𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖙, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊."

"Nonono," he said in despair at hearing that, overwhelmed by the situation and feeling himself losing control. His facial expression and body language changed in an instant, as did his tone. "Robert, the hero," he said sarcastically as he moved closer to her to calm her in his arms. "I swear I'd kill him if I could," he said as he kissed her head furiously, looking furiously at the nothingness behind her back.

"He means no harm..." she said softly as she hugged him tightly.

"But bad execution," he said as he pulled away from her to put his hands on her cheeks, making her stare at him. "Don't listen to him. I love you," he said seriously.

"I know..." she said, looking him in the eyes. "But..." She looked down, sorrowful.

"He's jealous, he thinks he's a better choice for you," he said as he released her cheeks to take her hands.

"What?" she asked confused.

"Yeah, he's been in love with you for a while. I've tried to contain it as much as I can."

"Oh..." she said crestfallen and thoughtful. "Don't torture him too much," she looked back into his eyes, "he's got enough, the poor guy," and he rolled his eyes as she let go of his hands, but he had no choice. "I'm sure he knows it from the others," she said annoyed as she leaned her buttocks on the edge of the desk, arms folded. "Maybe it's time to come forward..." She sighed deeply, thoughtfully and worriedly as he raised his arms and rested his head in his hands.

She didn't like having a secret relationship, but she was aware of the opinion others had of her partner. It made her sick to remember it now, but in the beginning she thought badly of him too. How things had changed... She fell completely at his feet, but she had no regrets — he gave her no reason to do so, surprisingly.

"I don't give a fuck about what they think of me," he said nonchalantly, "but I know that unfortunately you don't," he huffed in annoyance, lowering his arms. "Are you sure about that? You know their first impression of me wasn't a good one."

"Why is that?" She said sarcastically, to which he couldn't help but laugh, moving closer to her, dangerously close, and placing one of his hands on the side of her hips, dropping the weight of his body on his arm and ducking his head and gaze.

"I can behave, you know that," he said smirking, and also leering.

"You can when you shut your mouth because you want them to think you're Bob," she reminded him without returning his gaze, still slightly annoyed, but he knew it wasn't personal but with the situation.

"I'll try," he laughed quietly, "just for you," he said softer now, sweeter, "mm?" He asked as he lifted and moved her chin in his direction with the index finger of his free hand, causing her to look back at him. She couldn't help but smile, albeit tiredly, and nodded her head silently. But then he leaned closer to kiss her on the cheek, now provoking a genuine smile and a slight blush on her.

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Bang, Bang (My baby shot me down) Part I || (Rocco x reader)

Summary: Leftie hires Y/N and her brother Lonnie to help him avenge the death of his son, who was murdered by Rocco. To do so, Y/N must infiltrate the family and get close to Rocco so he can carry out his plan during the holidays.

Could it be possible without certain feelings getting in the way?

Part 2 soon!

Author's note: I haven't seen Lewis's (Riff Raff) film, but I saw some scenes in the trailer and this idea came to mind. Clearly, it won't be faithful to what happens in the story, but something similar and related to the plot.

《tags: smut, curse words, fuck, make out, rocco being a simp and whipped for reader, mentions of tits, dick and sex, explicit scenes, +18, somehow fluff, angst》

"So.... let me get this straight?" She says trying to sort and process the information. "This Rocco guy murdered your son, and you're looking for revenge. So to do that, you want me to seduce the boy to make him confess, even though you know the truth, so you can then attack them when they're all gathered for the holidays and make each of them pay. Is that right?"

Leftie nods while drinking his beer. The girl had no plans or issues to attend to, so it wasn't difficult for her to come up with an answer. Besides, she was bored with nothing interesting happening these days; maybe she could entertain herself for a while by doing the dirty work. Literally.

Y/N pouts and nods. "Deal."

Lonnie gives her a surprised look. His sister could be very impulsive if she didn't reason things through and consider the consequences. They had started doing odd jobs a long time ago so they could live in peace and with enough money to have a place to call home. Although Lonnie didn't like his younger sister doing a job—considered dirty and criminal—he knew how stubborn she was, and a simple order from him wouldn't be enough. She would do it anyway.

But this was crossing the line. As soon as he heard Leftie say that Y/N would practically have to sleep with Vincent and Ruth's son to gain his trust and get him to confess, his stomach churned at the thought of what her little sister would be going through. Getting into a guy's pants just to make the old man in front of him feel better and deal with his loss and get his revenge.

Maybe he had been a jerk to her and not been an honorable brother who guided her down the right path, but now was the time to act like an older brother.

"Wow, wow, wow" Lonnie says raising his hands to interrupt the conversation.

The gray-haired man and the girl look at him, waiting for him to continue.

"You want her to sleep with the guy so he can gain his trust, just like that." Leftie nods, indifferent.

"Wasn't I clear about the plan?" he asks, and Y/N shrugs at her brother's attitude.

Lonnie laughs sarcastically.

"No, I understood you, old man. But I can't allow you to throw my sister like a bitch into the arms of a man who we don't know if he'll put a bullet in our heads if he ever finds out."

The man lets out a laugh as if he just said the funniest thing in the world. Lonnie looks at him, exasperated, and Y/N frowns at her brother.

"Lonnie, I thought we talked about this since we started working on this," she says, putting her drink aside.

"Yes, but it only means we'd shoot if necessary and if the pay was good. Not that you'd sleep with just anyone to satisfy this old man's vengeful desires."

Leftie wipes a fake tear from his eye and sighs, then explains the situation in more detail.

"Believe me, it'll be a piece of cake with this family— Vincent is divorced from Ruth, who is an idiot woman when it comes to intelligence and coherent thinking, considering all the hairspray she uses for her hair I really wonder how she survives at this point. The man says he's put his criminal past behind him and is trying to move on to start a new family with another woman. Meanwhile, our main target is a nobody who follows orders and is too cowardly to confront problems like a real man. He's easy to seduce if you're an attractive woman who knows how to manipulate a man." The man explains, clasping his hands together.

"I think if I wasn't sure what we were dealing with, I wouldn't put you two up for this. I couldn't count on two pathetic babies as siblings to carry out the plan."

Y/N glares at him, and Lonnie curses under his breath. He knew they were the most suitable people to carry out the plan, but even though it was hard to admit, he didn't want his sister to suffer the consequences of all this. After all, he made the mistake of saying yes to her working in this criminal environment.

"So, are you in or not?" Leftie asks, bluntly and already fed up with having to explain the plan.

Y/N looks at her brother, who looks back at her.

"You know I'll be fine, idiot," she assures him.

Lonnie clenches his jaw for a few seconds and then looks back at the old man in front of them, who's waiting for an answer. The good thing about all this is that Lonnie will be able to keep an eye on her and make sure everything is okay, if she needs his help.

Besides, they need the money.

So it doesn't take that long for the man to make the decision.

"When do we start, fucking old man?"

Y/N was sitting at the bar waiting.

She was adjusting her earpiece to hear Leftie and Lonnie's instructions, while they could also hear everything she said to the target. The girl wasn't nervous, but she was a little curious about what the guy looked like. Y/N just hoped he didn't turn out to be a total jerk, although from what Leftie had told her about him, she wasn't that anxious about that.

"Okay, the guy is already entering the bar. He has a black leather jacket and long brown hair," Leftie says into her earpiece.

She looks up and cranes her neck to see a man enter, scanning the surroundings with some caution, as if testing the waters for danger. She smiles to herself when she sees that he's handsome and has a face that would beg her forgiveness on his knees if he made a mistake with her. A man who could be considered pathetic, and simp for a woman. Just Y/N's kind of man.

Although Y/N ​​immediately seems to frown when the man arrives next to a woman with bangs and a bump. She was pregnant.

"We have a problem, gentlemen," she murmurs.

"Damn it, it's Mariana. Rocco's ex," Leftie says in an angry tone. "They were supposed to have broken up because she cheated on him with another man and got pregnant. Now she wants to get back with Rocco because the other bastard dumped her."

Y/N licks her lips without looking away from the ex couple.

"What do we do now?" she asks.

"I'll take care of it," Lonnie says. "You walk over to Rocco's table, and when I say 'now,' pretend to fall into his arms, understood?" Y/N sighs and nods.

She gets up from her seat, straightening her short evening dress and fixing her hair. Then, Y/N starts walking over to where Rocco and the woman are, just to notices how Lonnie enters the bar and goes straight to their table.

"Excuse me, do you happen to own that red Nissan in the parking lot?" her brother asks the woman, who answers yes. "You should go check it. It was just towed for illegal parking."

"What! Those fuckers!"

The woman suddenly shoots up from her seat and leaves Rocco frowning, not hearing him call her name to wait for him. Lonnie glances at his sister leaving the guy alone and she walks around Rocco's side of the table, and when her brother tells her the code word, she trips and falls into the brunette's lap, who is surprised to see her. But he inmediatly moves his hands to the girl's waist.

Rocco stares at her, and she begins to play her role.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you," she says in a sweet tone, feigning concern.

He shakes his head with a light laugh, still holding his hands on the girl's waist. Rocco can't help but think how beautiful she is, especially given how close her body is. Suddenly, his ex seems to be forgotten by the girl in the red dress on his lap.

"Not at all. I'm fine. Are you okay?" he asks her.

She nods, a smile plastered on her face. "I am now."

"Part two of the plan, in action," Leftie says in her ear.

Y/N settles into the guy's lap and frowns slightly.

"Actually, no." The guy in front of her frowns and looks at her closely. "There's this old guy at the bar who kept bothering me. And it's already really late, and my friends have left, and I'm scared to take an Uber at this hour. So I don't know what to do."

She sighs feigning sadness and pouting.

Rocco misses the feeling of her on his lap when the girl gets up and adjusts her dress to start leaving. It's not every day that a pretty girl falls into his lap as if she were sent from heaven, just like an angel. That's what he'd believed with Mariana, until she decided to cheat on him with that idiot Tim.

"Well, I'm sorry I fell all over you. I should go." She turns around, but when she hears Rocco stop her, Y/N smiles amused and triumphant, seeing that he caught the bait.

"I could take you home," he offers, and she turns to look at him with a twinkle in her eye.

"Really?" Rocco nods and puts on his best flirtatious smile.

He approaches the girl and playfully takes her hand.

"I promise I'm a gentleman," he says in a low, sincere tone, as far as the girl can tell.

She seems to think about it for a few seconds, biting her lip. An action that doesn't go unnoticed by the man.

"Okay. But I'd like to know your name first," she tells him.

He laughs and offers his hand to introduce himself. "I'm Rocco. A pleasure."

"Y/N" she says shaking her hand with his "The pleasure is mine"

"Oh God. I'm gonna be sick," Leftie groans, overhearing the conversation.

Y/N clears her throat as if warning him and walks with Rocco, who places his hand on the girl's back to guide her to his car. Like a true gentleman, Rocco opens his car door and lets the girl in, and when he closes it he has to calm down when he feels Rocco Junior harden from being to close to her, intoxicating himself with her sweet perfume.

As he's walking to the driver's seat, Y/N speaks into the microphone hidden in the collar she's wearing.

"Should I tell him we're going to his place, or what do you want me to do now?" she asks, looking at the boy circling the car.

"Try to get him to take you to his place so you can get used to it and know the surroundings," the gray-haired man orders.

"Be careful, Y/N," Lonnie warns. She rolls her eyes and sighs.

As soon as Rocco gets in the car, she smiles sweetly at him. He mimics her gesture and starts the car.

"So, where should I take you?" he asks.

"Mhm..." She sighs, as if she's complaining. "I'm not really sleepy. And I'm sure my friends brought some guys over, so I don't want to bother them."

The man beside her listens and thinks for a few seconds. He had to be careful with his actions; after the accident with the son of a mobster and everything that happened, he had to watch his back. He had already talked it over with his father, Vincent, and he had told him not to trust anyone but him and his mother. But when he looked into the girl's eyes, he knew nothing bad would happen with her.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" he offers the girl. "You tell me where, and I'll take you anywhere."

Y/N is surprised by how quickly the boy grasps the situation. It seems like he really wants something more to happen, but he stops himself so as not to pressure her into anything she doesn't want. The girl makes a sound with her mouth and subtly rests her hand on the man's thigh.

"Maybe, if you don't mind, we could go to your place. We could chat some more and get to know each other better," she says, while stroking the man's thigh with her thumb, who holds his breath for a moment.

Rocco nods repeatedly. "Yeah, yeah. No problem."

Rocco pins the girl against the wall, his lips moving frantically to devour her.

Y/N moans in response and pulls off the boy's jacket, feeling him grab her ass in a desperate attempt to move her against his hard member. She runs her hands over his neck and hair, tugging lightly.

Rocco is immersed in the passionate moment, not noticing his mother, Ruth, entering the room in a pajama robe.

"Rocco!" she exclaims.

They both separate, and the boy looks at her in frustration for interrupting them.

"Mom! What the fuck are you doing here!" he exclaims, pulling away from the girl, while Y/N licks her lips and stares at the scene in front of her.

The woman who claims to be his mother is perplexed. "You know exactly why I'm here," she raises an eyebrow and then sees the girl with messy hair and a raised dress. "Nice to meet you, honey. I'm Ruth."

"Hi" Y/N smiles and waves her hand.

"There's Vincent's damn wife," Leftie says in her ear.

Y/N remembers that her brother and Leftie can hear everything, so she blushes at the thought of what they just heard.

Rocco snorts and takes the girl's hand to start leading her to her room.

"Just don't interrupt us like that, Mom," Rocco says, walking up the stairs to his room.

The boy lets her in, and Y/N carefully examines the man's room. It's simple, with a few pieces of furniture, a double bed, and some photo frames, including one of him and his ex. She hears him close the door and curses under her breath for what happened.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know she was going to be here tonight," he explains in a desperate and frustrated tone. "We're going through a complicated family situation."

"Complicated, my ass" says Leftie through her earpiece.

Y/N pays attention to what the guy is saying as she walks over to the photo frame and looks at it.

"What do you mean, complicated?" Rocco sighs and puts his arms around his waist, moving closer to her.

"Business," he replies, then notices the photo in her hands. "Oh, that's ah.... it's- It's my ex, and I forgot she was there..." Y/N smiles at him and leaves the frame upside down on the dresser, listening as he tries to explain himself. "I swear we're done. She's in the past, and we don't...."

She decides to place her hands on his chest and push him onto the bed, which silences the man.

"Y/N please let us know when you're done with him so we can listen again. We're going to mute you now, for the sake of my ears," Lonnie announces, and she hears the beeping of the device in her ear go off.

She smiles at the boy and sits on his lap, her thighs on each side of him. Rocco feels as if he's hypnotized by the girl, especially when she begins to pull down the straps of her dress in front of him.

"Like you said: she's in the past, right?" Y/N says, and watches as he nods desperately, watching his eyes linger for a long moment on her now-exposed breasts "Now I just want us to focus on getting to know each other better. Do you like that idea?"

Rocco moans and nods.

"I'd really like that." Y/N smiles and connects her lips with his in a kiss.

Then, she feels Rocco move his hands to her breasts and begin to mold them to his liking, playing with her nipples. She pulls away and leans her head back to let him enjoy it, as she does so at the same time.

"Is it okay if I do this?" the man asks.

"As long as you don't cum and do it inside me afterward, it's all good, baby," she says.

Rocco grunts and takes one of her breasts, sucking on it like his life depends of it.

Something tells him they'll get to know each other very well that night.

It had been a couple of months since Rocco and Y/N met. The passion that had consumed them the night of the plan had led them to grow much closer and to learn aspects of each other that neither had told anyone else.

Y/N had already met his mother, Ruth, and was able to understand a little more about Rocco's family. A bit crazy, to be honest. The boy's father, although present, was now focused on his new wife and family, so Rocco sometimes took a backseat—although, the boy understood and preferred it that way.

In the hundreds of conversations the two had after making love and spending the night together, Rocco had confessed his criminal side to her. He had admitted that he had hung out with untrustworthy guys and that they had led him to do things he regretted to this day. But he was trying to change it and make good decisions. The girl seemed to have the information she needed until the moment Rocco dropped the bombshell news Leftie needed.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" Rocco moans, feeling how tight Y/N feels with each of his thrusts.

Y/N's ass is up in the air, clutching the messy sheets of the boy's bed. Rocco grips the girl's hips to continue touching her deepest point and reach the climax they both desire.

"You feel so-so good, baby," she says to keep motivating him.

Rocco can't help but continue moving his hips against hers with more desire.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well" he grunts kneading one of the girl's ass cheeks.

Y/N feels like she's going to cum if he keeps pounding her. She can only tighten her pussy against the boy's penis, letting him know she's about to do it, to which Rocco speeds up his movements. The room is filled with the moans and obscene sounds of their bodies colliding against each other.

"Rocco, I'm going to cum," she gasps, feeling the pleasure about to consume her completely.

Rocco continues moving, stimulating her so they do it at the same time. He smirks at the girl reaction feeling proud of him being the reason to it.

"Yeah, darling? You wanna cum on my cock?" he talks dirty to her "Let's cum together, uh?"

She makes a sound with her mouth and rests her forehead on the pillow, unable to stand it any longer.

"Okay, babygirl. Cum for me," he commands, and she lets out everything she'd been pent up, followed by him releasing all his cum into her pussy.

They both exclaim, possessed by the satisfaction of their release, catching their breath. Rocco moves a little deeper inside the girl, feeling their mixed juices from the mess they've both made. Then he pulls out his penis and affectionately caresses the girl's ass. Y/N lies down on the bed and tries to fix her hair, while Rocco falls beside her, breathing heavily. He looks at her profile and holds her against his body with his arm, while the girl lets herself be enveloped by him.

Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn't feeling anything for the boy, but she still has a feeling that she must fulfill the mission Leftie gave her.

"You're incredible, Y/N," he murmurs in her ear.

She smiles at him and clasps their hands together, before Rocco brings them to his lips and kisses her knuckles.

"What I'm about to tell you is ridiculous, and you might think I'm a fool for admitting it out loud." Y/N strokes his hair and smiles softly.

"Not at all, Rocco. You can trust me." she lies, feeling awful for that "Tell me".

Rocco caresses the soft, bare skin of her back and sighs heavy.

"You make me want to be a better man," he admits, and she listens intently. There seems to be a conflict in his blue eyes. "Like I told you, I've done things I regret, because of my criminal past and being part of the mafia on my family's side. But there's something I can't forget so easily."

Rocco looks down for a moment, and Y/N swallows to wait for him to continue, but she has an idea of ​​what it might be.

"There was one time I had to take care of a guy who owed us money and... well," he says in a rueful tone "Things didn't happen the way they were supposed to. I was just getting started to accept this kind of business, and I wasn't able to..." Y/N strokes his cheek, frowning slightly at his internal struggle. "My partners saw me struggling and refusing to kill the kid, so one of them took the gun and murdered him in cold blood."

Y/N freezes when she finally hears the truth about the whole mess with Leftie's son.

"Obviously, I got mad at him and told him he was insane and that he'd messed up. And well, you know how the mafia gangs works, so..." he mumbles and then clears his throat "But he was just a kid, and he already had enough problems, so them going after him because of that was to much. So I decided to take the blame for his actions and never see him again."

Rocco sighs and closes his eyes for a moment, as Y/N continues to caress his cheek, trying to let him know she's there with him.

"I don't think I fully understand how a mafia works or your criminal past," she says, lying because she knows it perfectly well. "But what you did in the past doesn't have to condemn your future if you decide to take the right and most logical path."

Rocco looks at her and nods, listening.

"Maybe it's not the right thing to do, but you made a decision you thought was best for a child you thought was best left out of all that mess," she continues, feeling the guilt slowly consume her. "That small gesture was already making you a better man, especially when you accepted that what you were doing was wrong. It will haunt you for life, yes. But only you have the power to change your future."

Rocco smiles, and Y/N kisses her lips as she feels him hug her. When they separate, he brushes the strand of hair that falls across the girl's forehead, admiring her closely.

"I haven't felt this way since, you know..." They laugh, and Y/N nods, understanding who he's referring to. "But I can't deny what I'm starting to feel for you."

Y/N swallows, feeling a tingle in her stomach at the sight of his vulnerable and honest side, even though she'll have to betray him after all. However, the girl has felt it too, and she'll have to face it no matter how hard it is.

"I love you, Y/N."

Oh shit, she thinks.

She really needs to talk to Leftie.

[intoanotherworld23]

Lewis Pullman

Updated 7/12/23

One shots:

Taken For A Ride : Bob wants to give you a friendly reminder that your his, and his car is the perfect place

Like Honey : Rhett catches you doing something you shouldn’t, and instead of punishing you he has you sit on his face

Putting Up The Walls : Letting Rhett take you home after you just met him at a local bar, and someone comes knocking at the door that you least expect

Series:

Chasing The Shadows : When a deadly new virus breaks out into the world you and Bob Floyd fight for survival and for each other

[faiszt]

Hi I was wondering if we could get another Bob Reynolds headcanon x reader thing maybe like a size kink cuz the actor is 6'0 and muscular. Please and thank you 🙏🏼

SIZE KINK ╱ with BOB ⠀◟ ୨ minors do not interact !♥︎ blurb & smut content⠀⠀⠀⠀────⠀⠀⠀⠀headcanon based

꒰ tw:⠀contains some characteristics of bodies that may be specific, which may not fit the description of all body types. if you’re sensitive to this, please, do not read! thank u. !♡ ꒱

he licked his lips silently as you compared your hand to his, laughing and chattering about how big his hand was compared to yours—which, honestly, was quite little—and how cute it looked when bob was such a big man. “your hand must be the size of my head!” you said, still laughing as you held his hand between your two smaller ones.

some time ago, this wouldn’t have affected him, but now, at this moment, it was completely different. bob had been paying a certain amount of attention to your size, to how small you were compared to him, not just your hands, but your whole self. especially when he cuddled with you and you almost disappeared in his arms, that was... something he had never paid attention to, but it was getting to him.

“i’m way too big for you, aren’t i, little thing?” he grumbled hoarsely, his eyes darting from the way your hands played with his to your face lying on his chest. lying on top of him, you still looked smaller and by god’s sake, it wasn’t healthy what this was doing to his mind.

little thing. he gave you that nickname and used it constantly, even around the others, which always got a few laughs and made him tease you a little more. “i should start calling you big boy.” the new nickname made him let out a low groan, making you laugh when you realized that you had found a way to tease him the same way he did to you.

“don’t give me that big boy thing...” he almost pouted for a moment before tossing you a little to the side and making you lie on your back on the mattress, climbing over you. “you’re the little thing here and only you.” bob couldn’t help but notice the way he could keep you immobile beneath him so easily, just one hand of his would be enough to hold both your wrists and you wouldn’t even complain about it.

“well, do you intend to do anything about it or...?”

damn teasing. you should’ve known better than to say that to him—not when he hadn’t touched anyone like he really wanted to in so long. touch-starved, you could tell by the way he was forcing himself inside you. there you are, legs wrapped around his hips and nails scratching the skin in his back beneath the hoodie, the worst part was that you were enjoying this more than you thought you really would.

bob couldn’t control himself, he needed this. the way you said he wouldn’t fit and he still forced himself inside your sweet pussy, so tight around his cock to the point where he was whimpering as much as you were. “qui-quiet...” he nibbled on your shoulder between thrusts, one hand snaking over your mouth just to make sure you wouldn’t moan too loudly at any moment.

but, he could still hear your mumbling against his palm and it only caused to make him harder, burying his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin as he tried to keep himself quiet. the marks you would have in your neck tomorrow weren’t a concern now, but rather getting every inch of him inside you.

maybe, you were right in calling him a big boy. he might be big, but he was still a boy, acting all dominant, but losing it the second his cock felt too big for your little pussy. you were squeezing him so tightly that he could barely form a coherent sentence, just moaning and panting against your skin, licking and sucking it in his failed attempts to not be loud.

“f-fuck, you feel so... so... good,” he whispered, drawn out and muffled, against your ear, taking his hand away from your mouth, still thrusting into you hard. “i wanna come for you... inside you... please...” bob was just a completely mess, like you. the hand that was previously on your mouth moving down to find the hem of his hoodie, which he held up a little higher.

his intention was to feel you and also make you feel every single inch of him in those last moments, he wanted to sink into you every day, every hour, but he could settle for just a few days a week. he was making it worth it, stretching you open around his huge cock, making you delirious with it and making himself delirious with the sensation.

your orgasm came seconds before his and he caught a glimpse of the satisfaction on your face, it was enough to intensify his pleasure, leaving him limp above you as his thick jets filled you and left him in a limbo of momentary drowsiness. he knew he shouldn’t have gone so deep with it and he felt a little bad, he was afraid of hurting you.

“i’m sorry, little thing, did i hurt you?” he whispered softly like a lullaby, looking a little worried that he had done more than he should’ve. bob pulled out of you slowly, stroking your thigh, his eyes fixed on yours for any signs. “are you okay? did i do too much?”

you were a little tired and out of breath, still dealing with the aftermath of what had just happened, but you noticed the clear concern on his face and the gentle touch on your thigh, as if he was still trying to apologize for something he didn’t even need to. “it’s okay... i liked it, no need to apologize,” your words made him let out a relieved sigh before pressing a peck against your lips, keeping his face close to yours. ��did you like it?”

“yeah.” he didn’t even think before answering, he just smirked silly, his hand on your thigh squeezing some of the skin. “i wanna do it again... and again...” then, he pressed another peck against your lips. “actually, can we do it again? like... now.”

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[houseofaegon]

YOU TASTE LIKE HEAVEN ╱  BOB REYNOLDS X FEM!READER

let me make it up to you

+18 MINORS DNI 𓏲  ◟ ♡ ˖ ࣪  oral (f receiving), bob eating pussy for the first time, praise kink, begging, overstimulation.

author's note: bob eating you out for the first time. that's it that's the tweet. me next me next me next!!!!!! i know for a fact bob reynolds loves eating pussy!!!!!!!!! and i volunteer as tribute!!!

The mission was over, but your mind and your entire body were still buzzing with adrenaline. It had gone way better than you'd expected. And Bob? He did so well. After all your training, the barked orders, the sharp corrections—you’d seen every bit of it click into place out there. No hesitation. No second-guessing. Just raw, controlled power. He’d finally stopped doubting himself.

And you were so fucking proud of him.

You were about to go find him and tell him that when he came into your room, closed the door behind him and turned to look at you like he hadn't taken his eyes off you since you all go tback.

“Hey, you,” you said softly, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Hi,” he breathed, barely more than a whisper.

He stood there like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to come closer. Like he wanted to kneel but hadn’t figured out why yet.

“You okay?” you asked.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just… I needed to see you.”

You crossed the room toward him, fingertips brushing his chest. “You did good today, Bob.”

His breath hitched at that.

“Really good,” you murmured. “I saw the way you moved. The way you didn’t hesitate.”

His eyes fluttered closed. “That’s ‘cause of you.”

You tilted your head. “No, that’s you finally believing in yourself.”

He opened his eyes again—and this time, they were shining. Hot. Intent.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he said. “What you did for me last time.”

You arched a brow, feigning innocence. “Hmm? You’ll have to be more specific, Bob.”

His cheeks flushed, but his voice stayed steady. “When you had my dick in your mouth.”

You smirked. “Ah. That.”

He swallowed, hands curling into fists at his sides. “You made me feel… like I was the only thing that mattered. Like you wanted to ruin me. And you did.”

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “You liked it?”

“I fucking loved it,” he whispered, shaking. “And I—I want to do that for you now. Please. I’ve never done it before, but I need to. I wanna taste you. I wanna make you feel everything I felt—and more.”

You pulled back and looked into his eyes—blown wide, glassy, starved.

“You really wanna go down on me, Bob?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

You smiled. “Then get on your knees, baby. And show me.”

Bob dropped like gravity pulled him down. No hesitation. No nerves now—just need. He settled between your thighs like it’s where he belongs, hands warm and a little shaky as they skim your hips, sliding your pants down slow.

When he saw you—slick and flushed and soaked—he let out this wrecked little moan, like just the sight of your pussy nearly knocked him out.

“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes locked in like he can’t look away. “You’re so—Jesus, you’re perfect.”

You laughed softly, breathless already. “You gonna just stare or are you gonna do something about it?”

“I wanna,” he said, like it’s killing him. “I’ve just never—fuck—I didn’t know it could look this pretty. I didn’t know I’d want it this bad.”

He leaned in. Breath ghosting over your skin. And then—finally—his tongue drags one slow, tentative stripe through your folds.

You gasp.

Bob groans, like he just tasted something divine. “Holy shit. Why didn’t anyone tell me—fuck—this is insane.”

Then he licks again. And again. Bolder. Firmer. He’s already messy—spit and slick all over his chin, tongue moving like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you.

“Fucking hell,” you moan, one hand flying into his hair. “Bob—shit—you’re actually good at this—”

He whimpers. “I need to be,” he mumbles against your clit. “I want you to feel everything. I wanna make you come, baby. Please—let me.”

You don’t get a chance to answer—his mouth locks onto your clit and sucks and you nearly come off the fucking bed.

“Fuck—fuck, Bob, yes! Don’t stop, right there—oh my god—”

He groans into you. Arms sliding under your thighs, pulling you closer, holding you open. His tongue works in filthy, perfect circles. He’s obsessed. Like he’s dying to make you fall apart.

“You taste so good,” he pants. “So fucking good—I could stay here forever.”

You're already trembling. Your hips can’t stay still. “Bob—fuck—don’t stop, please—just like that, yes—”

And when you come? You scream. Legs shaking, hand yanking at his hair, body writhing under the weight of it. He moans with your orgasm like it feeds him. Like he’s addicted to it.

But he doesn’t stop.

Your thighs are trembling. You can barely think. Your body’s still shuddering from the orgasm he just dragged out of you—and Bob is still down there. Still licking. Still moaning like he’s been possessed.

You try to push at his head, weakly. “B-Bob—fuck, wait—I need a second—”

But he growls. A low, desperate, hungry sound against your cunt that makes your spine arch right off the bed.

“No,” he pants. “You’re not done. I need another one. Give it to me, baby—please. I know you can.”

He sounds wild. His voice has gone wrecked and hoarse, his mouth slick with you, eyes glazed like a man who hasn’t tasted water in years.

“Let me make you come again,” he begs, voice shaking. “Let me wreck you like you wrecked me. Please—I can take it—you can take it. Just one more. Please, baby, come on—”

And then he goes right back in.

Tongue fucking you. Sucking your clit like he’s gone mad. He’s not gentle anymore—he’s starving, messy and frantic and relentless. The sounds echoing off the walls are filthy—his moans, your gasps, the slick of his mouth on your cunt like he’s drowning in it.

You’re already spiraling. Overstimulated, twitching, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Bob— I—fuck—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growls, gripping your thighs tighter. “You’re doing so good—fuck, you’re perfect. Let go for me. Wanna taste you again, wanna feel you come all over my mouth. Come on, baby—come again.”

You fall apart.

It crashes over you like a fucking wave—sharp and overwhelming. You scream, legs clamping around his head, body spasming while Bob groans and keeps going, licking you through every pulse and twitch until you’re begging, sobbing, gasping for breath.

“Please— Bob—please—stop, it’s too much—”

He finally pulls back, face flushed and soaked, pupils blown wide like he just touched god.

He looks up at you with a wrecked smile.

“You taste like heaven,” he whispers.

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[marvelouslymarly]

So I saw something that said you’re taking requests? If that is true, can I request a Bob Reynolds x reader where reader is perpetually cold and uses Bob as a heater?

Warmth [Bob Reynolds x female!reader]

“Hold me in this wild, wild world - ‘cause in your warmth I forgot how cold it can be”

Pairing: Bob Reynolds/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry x fem thunderbolts!reader

Requested: Yes✨️ (requests are open!!)

CW: none, it's just fluff!! (well, maybe some awkward!Bob but idk if that needs a warning)

Masterlist

Word count: ~5k

[A/N: [y/nn] = your nickname]

[A/N #2: I'm sorry it took me so long to write this one! Uni's been quite stressful lately, and apparently, it's much harder for me to write when it's for someone else🥲 but I loved the challenge, so I'm looking forward to getting more requests!!! Hope you enjoy😊]

This is not beta-read oopsieee

Ever since you moved into the Watchtower, you’d been freezing perpetually. This wasn’t something that was new to you. Not entirely. The heating at your old place had always been set to a cosy 71°F because, even in a thick hoodie and fuzzy socks, you were used to constantly having cold hands and feet. In school, people used to make fun of you for wearing sweatshirts well into June when most of them had long put away their long-sleeved clothes. Now, in the Watchtower, you were lucky if someone turned the thermostat up to 65°F. John and Bucky - but especially John - would go on about how they couldn’t handle it if the apartment got too warm, arguing that they tend to run hot because of the serum. But Bob and Alexei never seemed to be too opposed to leaving the thermostat set to a temperature that didn’t have the rest of you feeling like you were living in a cold store.

“Why can’t you girls just put on a hoodie if you’re cold?”John moaned and turned on the AC before sitting down in his usual armchair, sweat stains on his shirt from his morning jog.

“Because having the AC on full blast is bad for the environment. Just get over yourself,” Ava tried to reason, getting up from the couch and turning down the AC again.

“It’s four supersoldiers living here. And three women. That’s clearly a majority. If you’re cold, you should put on some warmer clothes,” John retorted, joining Ava at the thermostat once more.

“John, you cannot play the ‘I am a supersoldier’ card every time you’re losing an argument,” Yelena rebutted, her Eastern European accent thick, and rolled her eyes. “Bob and Alexei don’t seem to have a problem with setting the AC to a temperature everyone feels comfortable with.”

“Alexei basically loves to sit around in his robe and tighty whities and Bob’s probably just too much of a wuss to say anything,” John snapped and looked at Bob who had been really quiet this whole conversation. Hearing his name caught Bob’s attention, having him look around the room, trying to figure out what he’d done.

“Hey, there’s no need to get personal, Walker,” you interfered, looking up from your book. You met Bob’s eyes and sent him a soft smile. He relaxed a little, his shoulders dropping back to their usual level. You stretched out your leg and poked his side with your foot, getting a small smile from him in return.

“I’m not the one who’s making this personal, Yel-"

Walker quickly shut up when he heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway and turned to see Bucky walk into the living room, an annoyed expression on his face.

“Okay, what’s going on here, and who started it?”

“Walker!” The four of you said in unison, and Bucky sighed loudly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his right hand.

Walker looked around the room, an exasperated look on his face, and his finger pointed at his own chest.

“How is this my fault? Besides, Bob, are you fucking kidding me? You can’t speak up for yourself but then you’re ready to throw me under the bus the second you get a chance?” There was an angry sneer on John’s face and when your gaze fell on Bob once more, you realised that he’d shrunken into the couch cushions, seeming considerably tinier than he actually was.

“Sorry, Walker, but I’m on the girls’ side on this one.”

“Of course you are,” John muttered, rolling his eyes again and turning to walk to his room, when Bucky’s arm landed across his chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bucky asked, his voice filled with frustration.

After the discussion that ensued, you’d all agreed to keep the temperature of the common rooms to a more agreeable 69°F, still very much to John’s displeasure. Eventually, everyone seemed to get used to the temperature in the shared living spaces. Well, that was everyone but you. You blamed it on bad circulation and an iron deficiency that you couldn’t quite seem to shake completely. So, you put on a sweater and some fluffy socks most times you left your bedroom and tried to tell you that it was ok - that, maybe, you just took longer to get used to the temperature shift between your bedroom and the living room or kitchen.

But then there was that one day where the AC malfunctioned, and none of you could figure out a way to shut it off. God, that was probably John’s favourite day of the year because he finally got what he wanted all this time. After desperately trying to stay warm in your room, you gave up and figured that maybe you’d be warmer in the living room with the afternoon sun streaming in. Yelena and Ava were sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, trying to warm themselves in the sun, quietly bickering about John who was lounging on the couch, wearing a tank top and shorts, his bare feet on the coffee table. He had a smug smile on his lips when he saw you come into the living room, wearing a thick cardigan over your oversized hoodie and sweat pants. You’d shoved your feet into the warmest pair of slippers that still fit over the thickest socks you had, but yet, you still felt cold.

“Where are you going? The Arctic?" John laughed, sitting up straighter to get a better look at your outfit while you walked around the back of the couch, looking for a cosy spot to read. You didn’t reply, just sent him an annoyed glare and then pulled your cardigan tighter around your frame.

“Guess it’s not just the temperature that’s freezing in here,” he muttered under his breath and slumped back down in his seat.

“You know, you can just shut up. You get that, right?” Ava countered and closed her eyes against the sun, leaning back onto her elbows.

"What did I say now?” His arms were stretched over his head, completely oblivious that his joke from before wasn’t funny at all.

“John Walker, if a woman tells you to be quiet, you should really be quiet,” Alexei told him, shaking a raised index finger into John’s direction and looking at John over the edge of his newspaper, his head cocked forward.

John didn’t say much after that anymore, just mumbled a few words into his beard. It got quiet again in the living room, everyone going back to what they were doing before you entered the living room. But you couldn’t concentrate on your book, annoyed by the way your cold toes touched each other inside your socks and how there was a constant flow of cold air coming from the exposed vents hanging from the high ceiling. Even the throw blanket you’d grabbed from the edge of the couch a few minutes after sitting down in the bean bag by the window didn’t seem to keep you warm enough. You put the bookmark between the pages of your book and then set it aside on the floor before pulling the blanket up under your chin, shivering slightly.

“God, it’s so cold,” you muttered, rubbing your arms under the blanket and trying to generate some heat. “Did Bucky say anything about when they’ll come around and fix the AC?” you asked, looking at Yelena and Ava.

They shook their heads, Yelena telling you that Bucky had tried to get some people down here but didn’t have any luck. With her face turned to the window, she look like a cat basking in the sun.

“Apparently they’re all too busy with installing ACs all over New York,” Ava added and shrugged her shoulders, a sorry expression on her face.

“Hey, [y/nn], if you want, you can come and sit with me. I give great dad hug! Yelena can confirm. Right, Lenochka?” Alexei opened his arms invitingly and let his eyes wander between you and Yelena, whose face pulled an embarrassed grimace.

“Dad, please don’t take this the wrong way. But I don’t think [y/n] wants a dad hug from you, right now.”

“That’s really nice of you, Alexei,” you thanked him, sending him a kind smile.

He nodded, his shoulders slumping a little, but his bright grin didn’t falter. “Always! You are family now!”

It was then that Bob and Bucky walked into the living room, carrying seven cups of hot cocoa, whipped cream in a can, a packet of mini marshmallows, and some cookies between the two. They set the mugs down on the coffee table and told us to get together.

“OK, Bob and I have made the executive decision that we’re gonna drink some hot cocoa and have ourselves a lil movie night.”

“Bucky, it’s 4 in the afternoon,” John noted, looking at his wristwatch, and Bucky sent him a glare.

“If you don’t wanna join us, then suit yourself, Walker. I bet Valentina still has some paperwork you can take care of, if you really wanna work,” Bucky schooled him, sitting down in his usual spot on the couch.

“No, no. It’s fine! Movie time it is.”

The team all cosied up on the couch, leaving a spot between Bob and Yelena for you. You plopped down, pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs, hoping you’d stay warmer this way.

“Want some blanket [y/n]?” Bob offered and lifted the blanket he’d put over his legs a second before. You reached over to him, your fingers brushing against his as you pulled on the fabric a little. His fingers were warm, toasty even, and your eyes went up to meet his gaze.

“How are you not freezing?” you asked him, your fingers staying wrapped around his for a moment, hoping to coax some of his warmth.

“Well, I kinda run hot…” His voice wobbled a little, and he gulped, his cheeks turning pink. Bob averted his gaze, his eyes moving down to your hand slowly slipping into his, but you could still see him bite his lip nervously.

“Wish that was me right now, to be honest,” you mumbled and put his hand on your cheek, leaning into his palm. “I feel like I might actually turn into a fucking ice cube every second now.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s a perk in situations like these…” His thumb swiped over your cheek instinctively, a soft smile on his face, and then his eyes sparkled a little, going wide. “You could… come a little closer. Maybe I can help you warm up?” Bob motioned his head for you to move on over and put his arm out for you.

You didn’t have to be told twice, quickly scooching over to him and putting your head on his shoulder. The second his arm wrapped around your back, it felt like a warm and cosy blanket being placed around you, the citrusy-yet-earthy scent of his cologne enveloping your senses. You got a little more comfortable, putting your feet between his crossed legs. Bob’s hand dropped to your knees, rubbing up and down your shins, the friction creating a soothing warmth on your skin.

“Wait, I wanna cuddle, too,” Yelena exclaimed, scooching over, too, and throwing her arms around the two of you. Her head came to rest against your back, and she hummed as her fingertips drew lazy patterns on your knees.

You stayed like that for a while, Yelena eventually lying down in the space that you’d left vacant by moving to basically sit in Bob’s lap and falling asleep, soft snores rumbling behind you every now and then. At some point, your knees had fallen against Bob’s chest, and you’d cuddled up closer to him, his cheek resting against your temple.

“Are you getting warmer?” He asked, looking at you from the corner of his eyes, and you nodded, the comforting warmth of his embrace slowly lulling you to sleep as well. His hand moved from its resting place on your ankles to your cheek, and he ran his thumb over it again.

“If you wanna nap, I’ll keep you safe from turning into a popsicle, ok?” There was a certain easy playfulness to his voice that made your heart skip a beat.

You nodded drowsily and burrowed your face in his neck, closing your eyes against the flickering lights emanating from the TV. With the hot cocoa warming you from the inside and Bob’s arms wrapped around your frame, it didn’t take long for you to get swept off to dreamland.

Bob’s voice woke you up a little later, his breath hot against your ear: “Hey, we’re ordering take out, you want something?” His thumb was caressing your cheek again, and your eyes fluttered open, trying to blink away sleep. “What are you getting?”, you mumbled groggily and wiped at your eyes, slowly pulling away from him.

“Chinese. We’ve already gotten mini spring rolls and wontons but we weren’t sure what you’d wanna eat,” Bucky told you, looking at you from behind Bob. He smiled at you and then handed you his phone. “Get yourself something nice, Val’s paying.” Bucky sent you a wink and then leant back against the couch, his eyes back on the TV.

~~~

You were tossing and turning in your bed, the covers pulled up under your chin in a futile attempt to stay warm. The cold had crept into your very bones, and nothing seemed to help anymore. You’d tried tea and more hot chocolate and even made a cup of hot milk with honey, hoping that it’d warm you up enough to fall asleep. But it had been almost an hour of tossing, and you were getting fed up with each tick-tock of the clock hanging over your bedroom door.

You turned on your phone and looked at the lockscreen, a too bright 1:47 am glaring back at you. You sighed and locked your phone again, turning onto your side and pulling your legs to your chest. Images of earlier that day ran through your mind like a film through a projector, the only thing missing being the rattling noise of the cooling fans and the motor. Memories of Bob’s arm slung around your shoulder, his hand rubbing up and down your upper arm. His blue eyes flashing over to you every now and again as if checking to see you’re still you and haven’t turned into a human icicle. His other hand was drawing loose patterns on the bare skin from where your joggers had ridden up above the thick socks. You hadn’t even noticed at first. It felt too natural for him to hold you like that. Especially after having yearned to feel his hands on your body in any way for so long.

His touch had sent tiny sparks through you, like bursts of electrical currents, and with them came a pleasant warmth. A warmth that made your insides heat up in a way that the hot chocolate couldn’t. You ached to feel this warmth again. To feel the childlike excitement that ran through your veins while being in his arms. To have his delectable scent cloud your senses with every inhale.

You longed for his warmth so much that you hadn’t noticed yourself get up out of bed. You only realised when the cold of the door handle crept up through your fingers. You pushed the handle down, trying to be as quiet as possible, knowing that your door tended to creak when opened too quickly. Not that any of your other team members should’ve been awake at this hour, but still, you wanted to ensure that no one knew about your night-time stroll. Deep down, you were scared that Bob would open the door. That he’d be awake to find you standing at this doorstep, shivering from the low temperatures in the Tower.

Once you reached Bob’s bedroom door on the other side of the apartment, you let your hand hover for a second, your blood rushing in your ears and your heart skipping a beat or two. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on his door as softly as possible, barely making any noise. You could hear faint shuffling from the other side of the door, the groan of the bedframe under Bob’s body. You waited, quietly counting in your head. Then there were footsteps but they stopped again. You imagined Bob standing on the other side of the door, unsure if he’d imagined the rapping at this door. You inhaled, held your breath for a second, exhaled. Then again. The tips of your fingers rested against the cool wood, tingling. You wanted to knock another time, but your brain didn’t seem able to send the signal to lift your hand and knock again.

Just as you found yourself turning towards the door, the door handle moved downwards. The door opened a smidge, and your eyes travelled upwards, slowly, like those of a scared animal. Blocking the warm glow of the lamp on his bedside table, Bob’s eyes met yours, and then his eyebrows hitched up, just for a split second before a smile took over his features.

“[y/n]?” His voice was barely above a whisper, hoping to protect the serene tranquillity of night. He opened the door a little wider and you realised that he was only wearing a pair of boxers. They sat low on his hips, and there was the tiniest trail of hair running down from underneath his belly button and disappearing into his underwear. You shook your head, trying to peel your gaze from his hips and remember why you’d come here. “Are you ok?”

You nodded, your hand brushing away a strand that had fallen into your face. You tried to come up with an appropriate explanation, one other than ‘hey, I’m cold, can we have a cuddle?’ but you found yourself at a momentary loss of words.

“Oh no, I think you’ve turned into a popsicle, after all.” His words were followed by a soft chuckle, and your eyes went to the floor. You suddenly felt incredibly stupid for leaving your bedroom and walking to his in the middle of the night.

“I… I think I should go back, uh, to my room,” you murmured, your hand lifting to have your thumb point in the direction of where you came from. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You turned again, and just as you were to take the first step, Bob came up behind you and put his hand on your shoulder. Warmth radiated through your arm and chest, and you felt yourself lean into his touch a little.

“[y/n], wait. You didn’t wake me up.” His grip on your shoulder tightened a little, and he added: “God, you really are freezing…”

“Yeah, well… you run hot and I run cold…”, you murmured and you let your head fall.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make fun of you… Do you… I mean…”, he stammered, trying to find the right words. “Do you wanna come inside? I could… I mean, we could… you know…”

You looked over your shoulder and saw his Adam’s apple bop up and down as he gulped, unease taking over his face in the shadows.

“Do you want a hug?” He finally offered and scratched the back of his head.

“Yes, please.” The words fell from your lips before you had the chance to stop them, so you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to stop any more from escaping. You rolled your eyes at yourself, took a deep breath, and then turned back to him, your mind getting hazy from all the back and forth. “Yes, I would really like a hug right now?”

The softest ‘ok’ came from Bob, and he opened his door to let you step into his bedroom. He opened his arms, and you walked up to him. The second his arms wrapped around you, you felt the tension fall away, and you melted into him. Into the warm glow that enveloped you. You buried your head against his chest, closing your eyes, and wrapped your arms around him, too. His muscles tensed and then relaxed again under your fingertips, getting used to the cold of your touch.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled and looked up at him, pulling your head back a little.

“No, you’re good, sweetheart,” he put his head on top of yours and pulled you even closer. Your heart bloomed at the pet name, adding to the warmth taking over your body with every second he held you close. He closed the door, pushing at the wooden slab with his foot, and let his fingers run through your hair.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Your words were hesitant, barely audible in the darkness of his room. You hoped that the darkness would just swallow them. That Bob couldn’t feel the way your heart was racing and how it skipped a beat whenever his thumb brushed over that one spot on your back. “It’s just that it’s so cold in my room and I can’t fall asleep when…”

You could feel his head bop in affirmation before he even uttered the words: “Of course you can stay here tonight.” You didn’t know just how badly he tried to suppress the urge to add ‘you can stay here every night’. The words were on the tip of his tongue, threatening to burst free. Instead, he pulled away from you and then motioned to his bed.

Bob walked over but you stayed in your place at the door, watching him lift the covers and then climb in. That’s when he looked up and frowned for a split second before he patted the mattress.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” He sent you a sheepish smile and winked at you, earning a breathy laugh from you.

Mustering up every little ounce of confidence, you shuffled over to him and climbed into bed next to him. You didn’t plant yourself right next to him, no, but left a little gap, suddenly feeling like you were a teenager again and sitting in bed with your crush for the very first time. You clasped your hands over the covers and tried to hide the smile at your own nervousness. You might kick ass on a daily basis, but sitting in bed with Bob seemed to be your very own final boss.

“You can come closer, I don’t mind,” Bob assured and opened his arms again, inviting you to scooch over.

“I don’t know why I am so nervous,” you lied, looking over at him and biting on your bottom lip anxiously. “I mean, we literally cuddled earlier… in front of everyone else…”

“Right? I mean, it’s not like we haven’t done this before,” he agreed and you could see his cheeks turning pink. “I could, uh, put on a shirt if you want. If you feel more comfortable then.” He pointed at his wardrobe and shrugged his shoulders.

“No, that’s ok.”

Your eyes travelled down his face. Over his throat. Stopping to watch the vein flutter under his skin quickly for a second. His chest rose and fell with every inhale and exhale. Your gaze moved further down, following the trail of hair that disappeared under the blanket and then to his hand.

“I'm sorry, I tend to… freeze when I'm nervous.” When you realised the unintended pun you laughed at yourself, and then looked back at his face. There was a smile tugging at the corners of his eyes, and you realised the nervousness abate.

You scooched closer to Bob and let him wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to bridge the distance. He put his head against your temple, and you cosied up against his chest, your hand resting on his pectoral muscles.

“Did you have another nightmare?” You asked him, your gaze travelling up to him slowly.

“Why do you ask?” His voice was filled with confusion, and he met your eyes.

“Well, you said you were already awake when I knocked… it's quite late, so,” you explained and let your fingers trail up his chest, running along the edge of his collarbone.

“Oh! No… I just couldn't get my mind to quiet down,” he revealed, his eyes following the movement of your fingers. The vein in his neck started to pulse more quickly, and you let your finger run over it slowly, carefully.

“I'm sorry…Anything in particular?” You looked at him from underneath your lashes and smiled at him.

His eyes wandered to your lips and stayed there for a second before he looked away, over to his bedroom door.

“Uh, no,” he chuckled, and then his eyes flitted to you for a brief second before leaving your gaze again. He did this often when he lied to John or even to Yelena. “Just this and that, you know.”

“Yeah, I get that, too, sometimes.” You put your head on his shoulder again and tried to hide the smile from spreading. “We should probably try and get some sleep, though.”

You could feel Bob nod his head again, and then he scooted down, pulling you with him. Your leg snaked over his thigh, tangling itself with his legs and his left hand found your elbow. He started drawing loose patterns on his skin again, and you could hear his heart skip a beat with your head resting on his chest.

“Are… are you warm enough like this?” His hand left your elbow and he made to pull up the covers.

“Yeah, you're pretty hot, so…” You could hear him choke on his spit a little, his body turning away from you while he tried to catch his breath again. “I mean, you're pretty warm. Body temperature wise…” You sat up, your hands clasping together in your lap while the heat rose up your neck, making your cheeks burn.

When he caught his breath again, he ran his hand over his face and chuckled softly.

“Yeah, of course,” he looked at you from over his shoulder and took a deep breath. “Of course that's what you meant.” He coughed once more and then turned back to you.

“I mean, why would you mean anything else?” Bob shrugged his shoulders, and there was a sorry smile on his face.

“Why wouldn't I? It's not like you aren't hot, you know… It's just... We're teammates, right?” You were scrambling for words, your hands getting clammy with every passing second. “And just because I think you're hot doesn't mean… that doesn't mean you feel the same about me, so…”

His eyes went wide, and suddenly, you were scared he'd choke again. He turned around fully, his hands moving all over the place nervously.

“Please don't choke again,” you begged him and moved back on the mattress. Your feet were on the floor as the regret set in. “I think, I… I’m just gonna… Go back to my own room.”

You stumbled back, readjusting the shirt you were wearing, and tried to make your way to the bedroom door in the dim light.

“Wait. Stay, please!” Bob hurried after you and stopped you, his right hand resting on your left arm. His left hand cupped your cheek, and you closed your eyes, scared to find pity in his gaze. “Please, look at me.”

You obliged him, meeting his eyes, and you were surprised when you found no pity in them. Only the softness radiating off of the smile that was spreading on his lips.

“You don't even realise how wrong you are about me not feeling the same way about you…” There was a certain something about the way he said those words. Like he'd wanted to get them off his chest for a long time. “And I don't care about us being teammates.” He puffed out his chest a little, and you snickered at the image in front of you.

“Bucky would kill us, if he knew,” you laughed and he shrugged, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“Last time I checked, I'm kind of invincible. But still, it'd be a good reason to go, you know.”

You nodded at him, a big grin on your lips. There was a flutter in your tummy, like butterflies from being in love for the first time. When he leaned down to you, his fingers on your chin to pull you closer, your breath hitched, and your eyes flitted to his lips.

“Can… can I kiss you?” His words were soft and so quiet you weren't sure if you'd heard him right. But you found yourself nodding anyway, turning your head upwards a little and closing your eyes. The kiss was timid at first. Slow and tentative. Barely there.

But when he realised you wouldn't pull away, he sighed quietly and deepened the kiss. You melted against him. His arms wrapped around you, and your hands went up into the hair at the back of his neck. And suddenly, you felt a warmth spread through your whole body, making you think that you'd never felt warmth before.

_____

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Teenage dream | b.r.

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x reader 

Summary: you’re in love with Bob, but he doesn’t know that and this is tearing you apart. Until one day, he tells you to ask him what you’ve been eager to know.

Warnings: angst, fluff, friends to lovers trope, making out (reader and Bob are both 18+ here), Thunderbolts* spoilers ahead

Word count: 1.7K+

A/N: hi guys! I’m back with a ff with Bob Reynolds, because I just loved his so much in the movie (and Lewis too ofc!!). Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! I hope you enjoy it 🌙

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Somehow, you’ve always known that. Since the first time he entered in the room, you’ve felt something, a sort of an energy or a vibe. Yelena looked at you, because she got it even before you could even comprehend what was happening inside of you. It was like a teenage dream that would come to reality. Bob said hello to everybody and your eyes lingered on his face more than you would do with a stranger. You knew what he did, but you didn’t really care about it. You weren’t scared. After years of working with the Avengers, you knew the risks. 

It was even funnier, when Bucky asked you, door closed behind you, if you were sneaking out with him. You gulped, embarrassed, but also giggled at the thought. You wished you would, but no, that wasn’t you. He was having some kind of affair with somebody else. You shrugged, then you went away in order to go back to your room, but you found Yelena next to your door. 

“He did it, didn’t he?” She asked and you nodded. Yelena sighed, tired. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I told him you weren’t doing anything with Bob, but he wanted to know it directly from you. Did it hurt you?”

“Not quite as when I saw Bob kissing Sarah,” you answered. Sarah was the classic girl next door: simple, cute and nice. You had nothing against her, really, but you weren’t glad to see her with your beloved Bob. Oh, you sounded so riddiculous!

You sighed, while preparing yourself to get into the shower. Yelena gave you a T-shirt for later. 

“I can only imagine,” Yelena said, while sitting on your bed. “If I could do something about it, like smashing his face into the wall or…”

“Unfortunately, you can’t,” you replied with a smile. “Still, I love you for that”.

“No, I don’t like all of these emotions. I’m gonna get out from here. See you at dinner, babe,” she said and you waved at her.

Sometimes, you thought that she was your only friend beside of Bob. How do you really talk to your friend about you being in love with them? You got into the shower in order to go to dinner very fast. You changed your clothes, then you did your hair. You were wearing your shoes, when somebody knocked at the door. 

“Hey,” a sweet voice said and you recognized it immediately.

“Hi,” you replied and your heart began to race.

“I… uhm… know, from Walker, that Bucky wanted to talk to you about something urgent today. Is everything alright?” He asked and you didn’t really know how to answer. You remained silent for a couple of seconds, so he shaked his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to intrude. I was just worried about you. Bucky can be very unpleasant, sometimes”.

“Sometimes?” You joked and he smiled.

“Multiple times”.

“Anyway, thank you for your concern, but it was nothing serious”.

Then, he gulped, nodding, his shoulder on the door jamb and his fingers intertwined. You looked at him, your lips parted as if you were about to ask him a question, but you didn’t. He seemed to as well, though.

“I’ve missed this,” he said. 

“What?”

“This,” he repeated, pointing at him and you with a finger. “Us. Being friends, making jokes. Whatever we were before”.

“Before what?”

“Before I got with Sarah,” he said and you gulped, trying to hide your sense of guilt. Your feelings.

“We’re still friends,” you stated and it was true.

“I know,” he replied, then he walked towards you and you started to feel uncomfortable. 

“Please, don’t,” you said. You couldn’t handle it anymore. 

He stopped.

“I know that there’s something off here, Y/N. Just tell me,” he said and you felt terrible. He was really trying to have his friend back, but you couldn’t even admit that you were in love with him with yourself, let alone with him! You bit your bottom lip. Who knows what Void would have seen, if only he could. Maybe your secret dreams about him or the lowest point of your life, when you followed him to see why he would always go to the cafè in front of the compound. You were ashamed of yourself. He couldn’t touch you, otherwise he would have found out everything.

“I can’t. I’m sorry,” you found the courage to say, but he sighed.

“Y/N, if I did anything to offend you, I’m sorry,” he said. “You know that I wouldn’t hurt a fly, come on”.

You tried to hold back the tears.

“People can’t know anything”.

“True,” he said, while getting slowly closer to you. Your skin began to get hotter very fast, as if his only presence could make you feel warmer. “But they’re not my friends”.

“I don’t want to know your personal life’s secrets”.

“Something’s telling me you do,” he said with the ghost of a smirk on his pale face. You tilted your head. “You could live with the doubt forever or… you could just ask”. You gulped. “Ask me”.

You released the breath you were apparently holding. When you were just a teenager, you used to fantasize about a lot of fictional and real guys as if it was some kind of game, but now, all of this didn’t seem like a game to you anymore. He was real, in front of you, asking you to make him a question. So you did. 

“Why not me?”

You knew why he chose her, it wasn’t a stupid challenge between two people being in love with the same guy. It was about you and him, this time. It was about being the second chance again.

His eyes flickered. For a moment, he wasn’t Bob anymore. He was Void and Void knew how to break into your heart like nobody else. You wondered if you made the right call.

“Because it was easier,” he answered. You were confused. Easier to be with somebody less demanding than you? Easier than breaking a friendship? “Easier to fake that I didn’t care about you as much as I do,” he said, as if he could read your mind. “Everytime I look at you during a mission, I hope that our enemies don’t get how much I love you. Everytime I see you walking into the compound, I ask myself if Bucky or Yelena or anybody else knows that I’m wrapped around your finger. And every damn time that something bad happens, I fear that it happened to you and that I wasn’t there to protect you”.

The tears were rolling on your cheeks at that point.

“It’s unfair”.

“What? That you didn’t tell me that you were in love with me?” He asked.

“That you’d rather sneak around with anybody but me”.

“You’re being mean,” he said, clenching his jaw.

“And you’re breaking my heart”.

He looked at you as if you just broke the ice into his eyes and now he was bleeding on the outside. His eyes were glossy and circled in red.

“Well, then it’s a good thing that you did the same with mine, I guess”.

That was the moment in which your heart shattered into pieces.

***

Yelena was very focused while listening to your argument with Bob, but once you were finished, she rolled on the bed, exhausted. A corner of your lips turned up in half a smile. 

“You’re unbelievable!” You exclaimed, but she threw a pillow at you.

“Am I? You’re the one who fought with the love of her life over a stupid thing!”

The skin of your face started to burn.

“He’s not… He’s not the love of my life”.

“Babe, come on, he is. And he has been for as long as I can remember. Probably, you were dreaming about him when you were still a teenager”.

You sighed. It was like she could read you. That was probably why you felt something already when he just entered into the room and he light it up like it was the easiest thing to do on the planet. At that point, you couldn’t even lie anymore: you were desperately in love with him.

“You think that he was right all along?”

Yelena got up from the bed and shaked your hand.

“Y/N, have you met us? We’re the new Avengers: we go on missions, we try to save the world while we also make stupid jokes about dying in a cool way. Yeah, he’s pretty much right”.

You sat down on the bed.

“I ruined everything, didn’t I?” You asked her, while your hands are on your face.

“Maybe not,” she said and you could feel that she was smiling. 

You get up immediately from the bed, as if you could feel his presence. It’s like a dream coming true. He’s standing again with an arm on the door jamb, hands in the pockets and a curl of his hair on his forehead. He had never looked more beautiful, if that was possible.

Yelena left the room with a smile on her face.

“Hi,” you said, incredibly guilty.

“Hi”, he replied. Even his voice was like drinking cold water during a hot Summer day. It was refreshing for your ears. His face, on the other hand, was a breath of fresh air. He really was the man you’ve been looking for you whole life. You even dreamt about him when he was still a character in your head. “What you said the other day… it really hurt me”.

“Bob, I’m so…”

“No,” he interrupted you. “Let me finish. Honestly, I could have handled it in a better way. I also wasn’t fair to Sarah, you were right, so I broke up with her immediately after our argument”.

You were at a loss for words. 

He walked closer to you. His fingertips caressed your cheek and he was looking at you as if you were the sun and he was desperate to warm up. You felt electricity running through your veins, some tiny shots that were jumping from your back to your neck. He used his thumb to part your lips gently. Your eyes were burning because of the tears behind them. Please, let this moment never come to an end, you thought. Then, he placed his lips on yours and you lost every control over your nerves. Your hands felt the urge to tighten around his hair and your lips became hot and swollen after a short time of kissing. It was like the whole world has disappeared into his embrace. Every fantasy you had when you were little had now become a reality. You couldn’t even believe it. Every dream of yours was now there, in front of you. And they were all worth the wait.  

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What Shadows Whisper

Summary: The three times you were there for Bob after a nightmare…and the one time he was there for you. 

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Reynolds x fem! Reader 

A/N: There needs to be more Bob content on this app. I need it BAD. Good grief. Reader is a witch with chaos powers (purple). If you’ve been reading Marvel fan fic for a long time, you probably get that joke. This is the longest fic I’ve written! Which is exciting, at least to me! I also got a request somewhat similar to this (and I actually wrote this BEFORE I got the request. Me and y'all are in sync for real.)

Word Count: 2.5k

Disclaimers: I do not own the rights to anything Marvel related, I am merely a nerd who hyperfixates a lot.

Warnings !: Nightmares, mentions of Bob’s drug usage, sleep paralysis, physical violence, slowwwwwwwww burn. 

When renovations finally finished on the Avengers tower, the building still had a sense of eeriness to it. Maybe it was the fact that you had been here before, years ago, when the original team was still around. You swore if you listened well enough, you could still hear the sounds of your friends, the people you once considered a team. Maybe even a family. 

Little did you know, you were not the only one haunted by the tower’s quiet halls. It had been a long day of moving things in, and despite being physically (and mentally) exhausted, you just couldn’t bring yourself to fall asleep. It was all so familiar, and yet it had none of the comfort nor familiarity that the compound had. 

You quietly walked over to the kitchen from your bedroom, making yourself a cup of herbal tea in hopes of feeling a sense of peace in the quiet night. You go through the motions, grabbing a mug and turning the electric kettle on, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, leaning against the counter top as the water boils. That’s when you heard it; the sound of whimpers, barely noticeable over the rumbling of the boiling water. At first you ignored it, but they progressively grew louder and deeper, like sobs. 

Once in the hallway, you can pin down exactly which room it’s coming from; Bob’s. Tentatively, you open the door. He’s thrashing around in bed, trapped in an unpleasant dream. You cross the room to gently put a hand on his head, the familiar thrums of something reckless and wild, something you are all too familiar with. 

Gently, you squeeze his shoulder, to try and get him out of his head. “Bob?” You whisper, eyes roaming over his face to see if it’s working. For a split second, you see his eyes rolling under his eyelids rapidly. You decide to shake him, your voice getting a little bit louder as you try to wake him from his nightmare. 

“Bob!” Your tone is a tad firmer, but it seems to do the trick as his eyes immediately shoot open, hands coming up to grab your throat. 

You heave and gasp, before using your powers to stop him, the lavender haze surrounding your hands to take him off you. As you regain your breath, you cough a bit, throat aching with the pure force that he put onto you. This seems to break Bob from his trance, as his eyes immediately soften. 

“I-I am so sorry! I didn’t- I was having a-” You shake your head. He shuts up immediately, expecting for you to chew him out the way he’s seen you do to Walker and Alexei a couple of times. He looks down at the floor, ready to be admonished like a child, but instead you speak quietly.

“Want some tea?” Your voice is a little bit gravelly from the pressure that had just been applied there, but you clear your throat and it already sounds better. Bob opens his mouth, then closes it, opting to nod wordlessly. You nod towards the door, and together, the both of you walk to the kitchen just in time for the kettle to finish boiling. You take it off of its power base and grab another mug from the cabinet, pouring you each a cup. 

The both of you sit in silence as you sip the tea. It’s not tense, nor is it particularly warm, but it is a truce, one of stability and comfort to end what was a long day. 

~ 

Bob isn’t really sure how to handle nightmares. In the night, the void infects his brain with horrific imagery, when nobody is around to help him. He tosses and turns, trying to find some rest but is only greeted by his mind playing his worst memories, reminding him of all his present anxieties and all the terrible things he’s done to the people who’ve only ever shown him kindness on some sort of sick and twisted loop. 

When he finally decides to give up on sleeping, he climbs out of bed, his pajamas sticking to his skin just like the guilt he feels for his useless existence. He doesn’t expect anyone to be awake, you all train early in the morning and go to sleep early in the night, but once he walks down the hallway, he’s surprised to see you. 

You’re curled up with a book, sitting cross legged on the couch, a blanket tossed over your lap. Before he can even consider going back to his room to wallow in self pity, you sense his presence immediately, head flicking up to make eye contact from across the room.

“You’re up.” You say simply. It’s a blatant observation.

“I- uh. Yeah. I am…” He blunders. Something about your presence is both comforting and terrifying. Maybe it’s because he’s seen you control other people with the flick of your hand, as if they were puppets on a string. But seeing you here, now, uninhibited by having to fight for your life and save the world, simply reading a book on the couch? It’s jarring. It reminds him that you, like him, are just human. 

“Had a bad dream, so…” You nod in understanding, closing the book and placing it on the coffee table. 

“Do you want to be alone, or..?” Bob shakes his head. 

“No. Stay.” He says before he can even think through his words. If you notice how much he tenses at the thought of being alone, you don’t mention it, simply beckoning him to sit on the couch beside you. He obliges, the space between you both feeling treacherous, fidgeting with his hands.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask gently. You’ve never been one to push, he thinks to himself. 

“It’s nothing you haven’t already heard before.” He looks down at his hands. Your face twists slightly as you stare at him, then you get up, grabbing the tv remote from its place on the stand.

“Then a distraction would probably be better, huh?” You turn on the tv, flipping through the channels until you eventually settle on some random nature documentary about birds in the rainforest. Not very engaging, but it’s steady. Quiet. Soothing. You move a bit closer, tossing the blanket over his lap as well as your own. He feels his spine slowly decompress and he melts into the couch already feeling incredibly more at ease with you beside him.

The documentary is enough to lull his hyperactive mind into a state of rest. As he drifts off, his body starts to slouch, his head coming down to rest on your shoulder. You freeze at first, unsure of what to do or if you should move him, but ultimately you do nothing. You stay. His presence is warm, despite the void that you know is in him. 

The next morning, Yelena is up first. She runs her hands through her blonde locks and then she stops, stumbling upon the sight of you and Bob on the couch. The tv is still on and playing some different documentary. The blanket you both are sharing has begun to slip off your laps. She tilts her head at the sight, her eyes filling with something fond before turning off the tv and leaving you two alone.

~

By the time you hit the two month mark of living in the tower, the two of you have established a routine for handling Bob’s nightmares. You’re an insomniac, he’s learned, so it’s always highly likely that you’re awake when he is awoken in the middle of the night. Depending on how bad the dream is, your guys’ routine changes; tea when he can’t really remember it, watching tv or reading him a book if he needs a distraction. He also gets special permission to go into your room. 

The nightmare wasn’t as bad today, but Bob couldn’t help but feel pissed off. He was tired, and yet every time he tried to sleep the void came back to him. He begrudgingly walks across the hallway to your room, knocking gently before walking in. 

Surprisingly, you are actually trying to sleep. You're tucked under the blankets and your head is facing the opposite wall of the door. He almost leaves when he notices, not wanting to bother you, but you turn your head and offer him a sleepy smile. His heart stutters in his chest and he finds himself walking over, just by looking at you.

“Come.” You lift up your duvet and scoot over a little, offering him solace in the warmth of your own bed. He blinks, hesitant, but eventually gives in, climbing into bed with an awkward grace that is unmistakably his. The two of you lay in silence for a little, your body angled facing him, before Bob speaks up.

“I’m so tired…” Despite your own exhaustion, you recognize the desperation in his tone. 

“…I could help you.” 

“How?”

You bring your hands up in between both of your heads, the purple haze surrounding your hands once again. 

“I can make you go to sleep? If that’s okay?” Bob hesitates. The idea of you being in his mind, willingly, fills his stomach with butterflies. You’ve already seen the void, and you’re still here. He trusts you more than he’d like to admit. With the nod of approval, your hands hover over his head. You close your eyes. 

Bob watches as the familiar lavender color drifts from your fingertips and surrounds his mind. At first, his hands instinctively grab at the sheets. He anticipates pain, but instead is greeted with the feeling of your hands, gentle as always, fingertips grazing his warm skin. His mind is then instantly flooded with something he can’t quite place.

Instead of the usual cold emptiness he feels from the void, your powers invade his brain in a warm light. It’s a stark difference from how he was feeling just a couple of seconds ago. You’ve completely surrounded his mind and body with an all encompassing spark, and for once, he feels at ease. You are so familiar. 

After muttering something he can’t quite catch, you take your hands off his forehead, his head nearly chasing it, just craving your touch. He’s left with a sense of content he’s never felt before. He feels a little bit hazy, reminding him of that feeling he got in the past when he was high on whatever he could get his hands on, only now it’s not accompanied by the paranoia; He just feels sleepy. 

You watch as his eyes droop, his body language completely different from how it had been just a mere couple of seconds earlier. Adjusting the blankets around you both, you move closer so that your head leans against his shoulder. 

“Sleep well, Bobby.” 

As he drifts off, he realizes that the nickname that his father had taunted him with all those years ago sounds just like a lullaby coming from you. 

~

Somehow, the day didn’t end when you went to sleep- Well, tried to. 

Despite your usual insomnia, you found yourself actually winding down tonight. Everything had been going well too; The mission you and the new avengers went on had gone smoothly, you got home early and were able to take the most luxurious shower of your life, Yelena had made you all dinner, and you stayed up having good conversations with the rest of the team with no fighting. By the end of the night, you had felt good enough to go to sleep. It was the making for the perfect end to an all around awesome day. 

Until it wasn’t.

When sleep finally overtook your body, you were met in the depths of your mind. It started off just like a dream would…until the colors became devoid of life, and faces of people began to blur. You could physically feel the terror of people’s minds you had hijacked in the past. Their fears are now yours. You know you’re asleep, and you know that what you’re feeling isn’t real, but you can not bring yourself to wake up. Your body is trapped under what feels like two tons worth of weight on your chest, and you swear you can see something, someone? Just watching you. 

You awaken in an uncomfortable sweat, your body shooting upright pretty much immediately after your sleep paralysis episode. Hastily, you toss the covers off of you, welcoming the bite of the cold air. 

It wasn’t real. It isn’t real.

You rub your fist into your sternum, it hurts, but you keep pressing harder and harder until you’re sure that the phantom weight is gone. That’s when you hear a soft knock on your door, followed by the quiet creak.

“Y/n?” Bob calls out from your doorway. When he takes in your state, he lets himself in the rest of the way. You won’t mind anyway. He doesn’t bother asking if you’re okay; he can tell just by looking at you. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask, voice weak and shaken from what you just woke up from. He walks closer and takes your hand away from your chest, and gently squeezes your wrist, before letting it fall back to your side. 

“Something felt…wrong.” He doesn’t know how to elaborate without feeling like a creep. He knew that something wasn’t right with you. He just had to come and check up on you. Your jaw tenses and you avoid his gaze. Rather than make tea or distract you, he sits on the edge of your bare bed, hesitating for a moment before opening his arms. A silent offer. 

Your body moves before your mind can protest the action, and you sit beside him, leaning into his embrace. The warmth of his body is immediately welcoming and you can’t help the way your body naturally relaxes, wrapping your own arms around him. He rests his chin on your head before speaking again.

“Can I ask what it was about?” His throat vibrates against your skull, and you dig your fingers into his cozy blue sweater even more. 

“Wasn’t just a nightmare. I could feel them.” You whisper. “The people I’ve hurt. Their fear. Like I was trapped in their minds while I was taking over them…” You shake your head and push into his chest slightly. He doesn't move an inch, just squeezes your body again in encouragement. 

“I couldn’t wake up. I tried.” 

“I’m sorry. It couldn’t have been pleasant.” You shrug in response, eyes heavy with exhaustion. He lets the silence settle before he helps to get your duvet back on your bed. He helps you get settled, making sure you’re comfortable. 

“Don’t go…” You mumble. Bob softens at the words, nodding. He’s not going anywhere. He crawls under the covers with you, making himself comfortable in your bed once again. Unlike usual, he is the one to close the space between you two. As you begin to fall asleep, he looks like he wants to say something- instead, he presses his forehead to yours. 

“Goodnight.” He whispers, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Goodnight, Bobby.” 

He doesn’t say it. He doesn’t need to. Not tonight. 

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A/N: Rereading this made me realize how often I used semicolons…apologies everyone.

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gladiator

english ao3 Ⓢ spanish ao3 Ⓢ masterlist Ⓢ 𝄞

ship: bob reynolds aka sentry x viscountess y/n ross

summary: welcome to the party, say hi to everybody. you're valentina's daughter and you're late to the party in honour of her new puppet.

au: you're a viscountess/cia agent/daughter of valentina and everett, valentina was the mastermind behind project sentry and bob obeys her

c/w: fluff, unresolved romantic tension, just a scene of a long ass fanfic I have in mind and that I'll never write because I can't write long stories

a/n: english isn't my first language

word count: 994

She entered the gala trying not to be noticed, especially by the latter two. She had only one target in mind, the only reason she had truly made her presence there. She searched for him with her eyes as she glided through the crowd. She recognised several people and several people recognised her, but they didn't approach her to greet her because they were busy talking to other people or weren't close enough to greet each other, and she was grateful for that.

She knew she was late, and she felt bad. She wanted to arrive earlier and be at his first press conference, but she had to work. Nor would she have wanted to go with her mother and her secretary, even if it had been possible. She had always been more of a daddy's girl than a mummy's girl, and her relationship with her mother had gone from bad to worse since she arrested her father and soon after he magically disappeared.

She thought it would be an easy task, but there was no sign of him. And then she realised that she probably wasn't looking in the right place. She looked up, looking at the first floor of the place, and there he was, leaning on the railing and looking down at her. Surprisingly he wasn't wearing his uniform, but he was wearing a light blue suit, which stood out against the suits of the other men present, all in black. When their gazes connected he smiled shyly, raising his hand in greeting.

"It took you a while to find me," he dared to joke as she approached him, already up the stairs and not leaning on the railing. The atmosphere on the first floor was much calmer, which he needed because it had been too stressful a day and despite being invincible his social battery had run out.

"I thought you'd get more attention," she said playing along as she moved in to give him two kisses, or rather, bump his cheeks.

"I did," he reported as they parted referring to his appearance at the congress, his introduction to the cameras, "this morning."

"I know, I saw you on the news, on my break. I'm sorry I'm late."

"Don't worry about it."

She had always wanted to excel at her job, not just to protect her country but to make her parents proud and show others that she wasn't a nepo-baby placed in the CIA by them. Moreover, even though years had passed, she was still trying to find her father. He couldn't imagine being that close to his father, but he could empathise with her, and he respected and admired her for the pain she had gone through and her efforts to find him, dead or alive.

"You look like a princess," he said as he scanned her from top to bottom.

"More like a viscountess," she joked.

"Right, sorry," he laughed shyly.

"You do look like a prince, though you lack the shining armour."

"I persuaded your mother to let me come without it because it's impossible to go to the bathroom with it... But apart from that I'm not convinced," he said slightly annoyed, even a little embarrassed, "it's too... shining, yeah."

"That's what you symbolise, Bob," she now said softly and sweetly as she took his hands, knowing that it would calm him down. "Light, hope, security."

"That's Sentry, not me," he said warm and shy at the same time. It wasn't a particularly bad day, but it wasn't a particularly good day either. At the moment his mood wasn't low, but it wasn't high either — he was just on the first floor, present with her.

"Suit or not, superhero or not..." she said subtly shaking her head as she shrugged his shoulders, bare shoulders he'd never witnessed her in CIA uniform or more casual clothes before. "In my opinion you light up the room you walk into."

And unlike her mother she wasn't lying. She respected and admired him too, as he was an example of self-improvement in many ways. And even if it wasn't physically necessary, she felt the need to protect him emotionally, especially since he was now working too close to her mother.

She knew better than anyone how perverse, manipulative and controlling Valentina could be, so from the very first moment she made sure she made him understand that she was not to be trusted. He knew Valentina more and more each day and therefore liked her less, but he wanted to help by being a hero and was aware that he needed to partner with the CIA or the government to do so, and he couldn't avoid being a famous public figure, with a whole marketing campaign centred around him. He couldn't be a vigilante for several reasons, but mostly because a hero with his power needed to be in battlefields and not in the streets.

He looked at her lips, and she did the same with his as they smiled at each other, still holding hands. He didn't know if it was his delusions, but he felt there was something between them, something more than friendship. And he wasn't wrong, she felt the same way about him. But it was neither the time nor the place for a declaration of love or a kiss, even if they were dating — being a public figure, who was likely to make a lot of enemies soon, it was better that nothing was known about his private life and his emotional ties. And similar in her case — besides, she was already under too much pressure being a nepo-baby in the CIA to also be known as the nepo-girlfriend of the new all-powerful superhero, who was her mother's puppet. And she didn't want to give her mother the joy of knowing she was dating him, she knew she would try to interfere both because she was her mother and because she was his boss.

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there's no death here | robert "bob" reynolds [part 3.5]

ཐིཋྀ: this isn't what i want to be part 4 so we're gonna call it an in-between to save my sanity and give ya'll something to read at the cost of my roman numeral aesthetic (rip she'll be missed).

warnings: dialogue heavy, absolute fluff, hints of jealousy, tiny bit of angst for days loong since past.

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There are three floors dedicated to housing the New Avengers. The original setup hadn't been changed: two rooms, full bathrooms attached, and a shared living/dining room with a full kitchen. Being the gentleman, Bucky offered his room to you for the remainder of the morning. He refused to leave you on a half-finished floor or the couch of the shared meeting space. He was also an hour out from his alarm going off. Getting back to sleep wasn't in the cards for the super soldier.

In the elevator, he explained he lived on the same level as Walker. Yelena was floored with Bob and Ava with Alexei. When you asked how that had come around, he gave a bone tired sigh.

“Ava would kill Walker in his sleep,” he said, point-blank. “Walker would kill Alexei with how loud he snores—this was the only option.”

“Guess Yelena wasn't budging?” you chuckled. Then again, you understood if she’d wanted as much space from her dad as possible.

“She's closest with Bob. Just made sense.” He opened his door for you, giving you the grand tour with a single arm wave. The room was spotless, everything having a dedicated place. Likely old army habits. “She pulls him out of his head. The rest of us are distractions at best.”

“Hey,” you murmured, nudging his shoulder with yours, “he cares about all of you so much. You're family.”

“Some family,” he scoffed, but there was a lift to the corner of his mouth. “Certainly warmed up to you fast.”

“Easy to get attached when you're in and out of each other's head. You saw how I was with Nat and Wanda.”

Bucky's lips flat-lined. Paired with a criminal side-eye, you shook your head and schooled your expression.

“Don't.” You turned to his bed, ripping off the comforter and climbing in. “I promised to help him. He's had enough trauma bonds to last a lifetime.”

“Its not a crime to get close to him, kid,” he grumbled, sighing when you gave your final look of warning. “All right. Just washed the sheets yesterday, but looks like you don’t care—” you grunted, burrowing into the bed—“yeah, figured. Get some sleep. You're welcome to anything.”

“Thanks,” you breathed, settling into his large and expensive mattress. “Night, Bucky.”

“Good morning.”

He closed the door on you rolling your eyes, the lights automatically dimming. The soft whir of electricity kept the lingering silence at bay. Between the light smell of his cologne and the original layout, there was an old sense of comfort being here but a strange uncanniness to it all, too.

Everything always changes.

You were exhausted, but your eyes remained wide open. Laying there facing the ceiling to floor windows, you watched the first streaks of sunlight peek through with slow breaths. The blue hour steadily brightened to gold. That never changed, at least, even after countless all-nighters for work.

Maybe I should’ve just stayed up like Bucky and done something useful. The lingering aches in your neck and back detested the train of thought.

A brush against your mind had you tensing and cursing at the muscle cramp before you recognized Bob's energy. Rubbing your neck, you allowed your shield to soften but not enough to provide him full entry.

You okay? you asked.

“I'm fine. I just… You're hurting. Are you okay?”

You frowned, shifting the covers over the bottom half of your face. That's weird. You shouldn't have been able to read my thoughts.

“It's not—I wasn't trying to. I mean I couldn't hear you, but I could feel you, you know?”

You had empath abilities, so it wouldn't be insane to think Bob shared the talent with his phrenic powers. That and maybe you didn't have the tightest security on your mind. It had been a long night. What do I feel like then?

“Physically? Like me reading with my head down all day.”

And emotionally? You quizzed just because you were curious.

“Maybe…despondent?”

You huffed, already well aware where that word had come from. Dr. Arlington brought out the emotion chart, huh?

“I didn't realize how many flavors of sad there were.”

Flavors? you laughed.

“It sounded better than ‘types’ but I immediately regret everything.”

You giggled into your pillow, finally letting your eyes drift shut. Thanks. I feel better.

“I'm sorry I ruined your night.”

You didn't. It wasn't your fault.

“I can tell it was bad. Yelena was looking at me differently.”

I don't want you to worry about it.

“I don't remember what happened,” he said, surly with himself. “Worrying is all I can do.”

I'll clue you in, you promised, just not right now. I'm tired.

“Me too. My brain just won't shut up.” There was a pause where both of your psyches drifted, his nudging yours before pulling back. “Sorry. How do you keep yourself in one place?” You threw a mental shrug his way and felt his awe at understanding it. “We can emote in here?”

You were too exhausted to laugh. Smiling hurt, but you did it without a second thought. So much we can do. Probably. Wanda and I would watch movies from memory and play simple games sometimes. Good practice but she skipped a lot of scenes sometimes.

“Wanda?”

Scarlet Witch? You were surprised to sense he hadn’t heard of her. She was a part of the Avengers for a while.

“I've lost a lot of time over the years. Never really kept up with news or social media.” The image of books and libraries flashed by. A kind old librarian signing off on a library card and telling him not to worry about the address. “I read about them a bit before I was…this. Maybe I should study up since I apparently have an amalgamation of their powers.”

Hmm. Good idea. You also were inspired for your next lesson with him.

“You mean today?”

Another shrug, weaker this time. You barely felt him brush over you, another accident like bumping into your friend on the sidewalk. There was warmth, bashfulness, an understanding. Something you couldn't quite pinpoint passing through in your fading awareness.

“I'll let you sleep.”

Mmm. Night, Bob.

A hand squeeze, scratchy fingers pushing back your hair or fixing the blankets closer. All those things wrapped into one as you drifted away from him, but they were so easy to lose and forget.

“Sweet dreams.”

It echoed into sleep.

Bob had never been much of a cook for many reasons but left to his own devices while the team was out, he thought it would be something worth learning, especially after Alexei's rule at the Watchtower after their second week living together.

“We eat dinner as team. As family.”

Bucky agreed to it, the actual leader on paper, but he had added to the rule: every floor divided up the work. Tonight was Ava and Alexei's turn and if the team knew anything, it was to come to those dinners with low expectations. But, since then, he had gotten a small talent for simple recipes, and being able to provide something—anything for the people who took him in when no one else would…

Well, it made him feel a bit better about himself. He couldn’t help them on missions, not as he was, so this was the next best option.

Yelena walked into the shared kitchen with all the swagger of a deadly assassin, footsteps always soft but never quite enough that Bob’s super hearing didn’t pick it up unless he was too deep in his head. “Smells good in here.”

“I made extra,” he called back, smiling to himself. She always ate whatever he made, even the more ungodly versions in the past. She also had amazing timing, never far when he started cooking. She was also a snacker and made it a habit to check he was eating during his lower days. It was easier with someone else around to remind him.

“Breakfast?” she said it in a teasing tone as it was technically lunch time, but Bob had been in the mood for morning-associated foods after everything hours ago. Also, his bread was going stale, and he knew how to remedy that.

Yelena stepped up beside him, thanking him as he pointed out the plates on the counter. “Did you get any sleep?”

“Not really. I tried,” he sighed, scared of worrying her, “but it was driving me crazy just laying there.”

Yelena gasped softly, ducking into his vision and pointing. “Is that French toast? We’re fancy now?”

He shrugged, smiling into his shoulder and keeping an eye on the bacon in the mini oven.

“Lots of food here,” she noted, filling her plate.

“I was gonna ask the others, too.”

“And maybe a certain guest?”

He glared at her but there was no real anger behind it. The timer went off, interrupting her bouncing eyebrows. He grabbed the cooking glove and set the hot pan over the back of the stove top to cool, meat sizzling and crunchy—just how she liked it.

“Felt like it's the least I could do,” he murmured.

Yelena made a noise in the back of her throat as she took her first bite of French toast, leaning back against the counter to keep him company. The eggs got cold fast, so he was making them now. “With how good this tastes, she might marry you.”

He rolled his eyes, moving the slices of bacon onto a paper towel plate when there was time between scrambling the yolks. “You want some eggs, too?” Yelena thrusted her plate out, mouth full and two slices of bread half-eaten. “You forgot the syrup,” he pointed out.

She shook her head, garbling out, “Powder sugar’s sweet enough.”

“That’s like, the whole point of French toast. No one eats it without syrup.”

“Well, I do. Meh,” she grumbled, her side bumping his as they passed smiles.

By the time he was munching on his own breakfast-for-lunch, Yelena was wishing him a good day and heading out. Dressed in athletic pants and a tank, he assumed she would be training. The home gym wasn’t quite finished yet, but Valentine had found them a place nearby with some sponsorship or something. He hadn’t gone yet despite the multiple invites, but his crazy body didn’t seem to be softening up with the lack of exercise. Yelena cursed him for that.

“Oh,” she paused in his doorway, turning to look at him, “she stayed in Bucky's room I think.”

He choked on his orange juice.

“I didn't mean it like that,” she said, stern and expression wholly unimpressed.

“I-I mean, they're close,” he coughed, grabbing a paper towel and wincing as the movement sent his fork off his plate and onto the counter. Everything was so loud these days. “Shouldn't be that surprising.”

“If he liked her, I would know.” She tapped her temple. “I sense these things. You have no competition, Bob.”

“That's not what I was saying,” he complained, refusing to look at her, but the noise she made proved she wasn’t leaving until he did.

She just pointed at him when he turned, Cheshire cat grin bright. “Be good. Be back in a couple hours.”

Rubbing at his eye as it twitched, Bob sighed and leaned back against the counter. He glanced at the mess he’d made from cooking—already tired at the thought of cleaning—and then the ceiling. He swallowed because Bucky's room was above his. That made sense from how close he had sensed you last night.

You'd been different that time around, less casual-acquaintance-that-knew-far-too-much-about-him and more... More like a friend. Those moments had been popping up more, but last night you'd felt so comfortable around him in that space. You'd been easing off every few seconds but still trying to be attentive, caring. It made his heart ache--a fondness so deep it truly did physically hurt.

He felt trusted. Like maybe you really weren't afraid of what he could become with one wrong step.

Closing his eyes, he reached out for your subtle presence, always small until you opened up. How you kept such a solid shield up even in your sleep was awe-inspiring. Would he be able to do that?

Just as he moved a bit closer, wondering if he should attempt to rouse you so the food wouldn’t get too cold, you rippled, and he panicked. Before he could withdraw, you were meeting him halfway, groggy and confused.

“What time is it?”

He could hear the sleep in your voice even here in this in-between. Uh, just passed noon, I think?

The shock of that revelation passed through. “I can't believe I slept that long. Shit.”

I made food. If you're hungry. You don't have to eat it.

Amusement had him ducking into his shoulders. You weren't even in the room, and he felt like hiding in embarrassment.

“I'd love some. What floor are you on?”

You're still in your pajamas when you walk off the elevator, hair a tad messier and wearing a plain grey sweatshirt that he didn’t remember seeing last night. It didn't fit at all.

He swallowed and passed you a tight smile.

“Walking around in my pajamas here feels like a walk of shame,” you murmured, and he chuckled, hands shaking a bit as he twiddled his fingers in front of him. “Should've grabbed my go bag from the car.”

His eyes perked up, a few steps taken towards the elevator. “Do you want me to grab it?”

“No, food first, please.” You grabbed your stomach, eyes beseeching. “I’ll apologize for my lowly attire after.”

“I’m still in my pajamas,” he huffed. The feeling of your eyes skating over him made him want to shrivel up and die.

“But you look so cozy and nice, still,” you complained.

He shook his head and nodded towards the dining table, big enough for the entire team and daunting with only two of you nearby. “I’ll, uh, fix you a plate.”

“Thank you.” And the way you said it as well as the way you looked at him when you said it—he wasn’t sure how to explain it, but it didn’t pass through or feel half-meant.

Everything you said always felt whole, and he wanted every word.

“Yeah,” he choked out, “of course.”

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Bang Bang (My baby shot me down) || Part II (Rocco x reader)

Summary: The moment of truth comes and everything goes to shit. But apparently Y/N and Rocco can't forget everything they experienced together—even if it only lasted a few weeks.

Author's note: Hello! Here's the second part of this series, so hope you like it <333 Let me know what you think in the comments ✨️💌

Content warnings: chaos, guns, curse words, explicit content, smut, +18, hints of angst, mentions of ass grabing, dick, cunt and pussy, make out.

PART I HERE

Y/N felt guilty.

She'd talked to Leftie about everything she'd learned about Rocco and what had happened with the old man's son, defending the man who was winning her heart, because he had not been the cause of it.

Clearly, she couldn't admit she was starting to like Rocco, because everything would go to hell. Although everything was about to go to shit when she saw Leftie break into Rocco's house with Lonnie by his side. The girl was a few steps behind them, waiting for the signal to enter the living room of the house, which she had visited so many times.

"What the fuck? What the hell are you doing in my house?" Rocco exclaims in a furious tone.

Y/N watches from behind the wall that faces the living room and notices the brunette pull out a gun and point it at the other two men, but he instantly stops when he sees they're also armed.

"Wow, wow, okay. Calm down." He lowers the gun and raises his hands in surrender.

"Not so tough now, huh?" Leftie says in a mocking tone, and then shoots, scaring Rocco and Ruth, who lets out a deafening scream. Then, the gray-haired man gestures to Lonnie, "Go get the mother. I'm sure Vincent will be here any moment."

Y/N swallows and bites her lower lip.

After a few minutes, Rocco is tied to a chair with his mother, Ruth, at his side, whimpering for her life. Lonnie goes to his sister to accompany her and wait together for Rocco's father to arrive.

"Everything's going according to plan," Lonnie says, patting his sister on the back. She abruptly pulls her hand away and glares at him. "Wow, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"You know damn well what's wrong to me. I told you Rocco wasn't the one who killed Leftie's son, and you didn't fucking believe me. Not even you," she says firmly, "my own brother."

Lonnie rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. "We weren't paid for this, Y/N. You know that very well," he reminds her, looking at the door to see if Vincent is coming.

"It's all about the money for you, huh?" she confronts him and laughs without humor. "That's why I never come to you when I need a brother."

She steps away from him when she notices Vincent has arrived, leaving Lonnie staring down for a few seconds.

The man of the family enters and opens his eyes when he sees Y/N and Lonnie pointing a gun at him, demanding that he remain silent.

"Oh, look at this. The patriarch of the family has arrived. Come on, guys, bring him in," Leftie orders mockingly.

The three of them enter the living room, and Y/N knows she's going to come face to face with Rocco after having ended what they had a few days ago, with the excuse that she didn't feel the same way about him. They were both devastated, still clinging to the memory of each other at night. All the times they confided their secrets, their pasts, and thousands of nights of passion where they explored each other's bodies.

All because of a fucking family misunderstanding.

"If it isn't that damn Vincent. You traitorous piece of shit," Leftie says, smiling as Rocco freezes at the sight of Y/N pointing a gun at his father.

"Y/N..." he whispers, barely able to believe it.

"Rocco, I...." she is interrupted by Leftie.

"That's right, your sweet Y/N, to whom you swore your darkest secrets, was just following my plan to get revenge on you and what you did to my son."

Rocco clenches his jaw and shakes his head. Y/N sighs and looks away.

"Nights of loveless sex were enough to make you confess what you did, you piece of shit," Leftie says, hitting Rocco in the face with the end of the gun.

"Hey!" Y/N and Rocco's parents exclaim at the same time, but the girl continues saying. "I told you the truth. He didn't do it."

Lonnie keeps aiming at Ruth, who keeps whining and complaining.

"Is this for your son?" Rocco asks, spitting out the blood that's coming out of his mouth. "I didn't kill him, damn it. But he sure was asking for it if he was mixed up in all this shit."

Another punch.

"Enough!" the girl asks. "Why don't Vincent tell you what really happened that time? You worked together before, you know each other better than you'd like."

Leftie raises an eyebrow and looks at Vincent, who looks dejected.

"Fuck," he mutters, then continues.

"Whoever killed your son was an infiltrator trying to get revenge on you and me since we were in the same group."

Lonnie frowns and glances at his sister, who nods, confirming that it's true.

"Turns out Rocco met him a while back and accepted him into the gang, not knowing he was going after our heads later. That bastard wanted to send a message, and the best thing he did was go after your son's head. And since my stupid son is sensitive and kind-hearted, he made it look like he did it to protect the son of a bitch."

"Thanks dad" Rocco says bitterly.

Leftie narrows his eyes and continues pointing his gun at the other man.

"How do I know you're not lying?"

Vincent looks at him, and everyone falls silent as he continues, enjoying the drama.

"Because you once had my back, and I know you wouldn't betray those who were once there for you."

Y/N glances at Rocco, who's looking at her.

Leftie clenches his jaw and rolls his eyes, letting out a sigh. Then he lowers his gun and curses under his breath.

"Shit," a mixture of sadness and frustration covers his face, feeling all these emotions and knowing what finally happened.

"I wasn't lying," Y/N tells him, then looks at Rocco. "I wasn't lying about anything I said."

"You were a bitch and slept with my son to get information out of him," Ruth says.

"Hey!" Lonnie and Rocco say simultaneously.

"What? That's true!" the blonde defends. "Altough, I do like you way better than that whore Rocco dated"

Y/N frowns at this woman's response and the way she thinks. Although the blonde's way of acting and thinking is not a surprise, the girl had also met her during the time she was with Rocco. From one moment to the next, the atmosphere becomes charged with mixed emotions, frustration, and tension, the latter fading when the truth of the whole affair is revealed.

After a few minutes, Leftie gives the order to release them and goes to another room to talk with Vincent, while Lonnie stays with Ruth, who begins to shamelessly flirt with the boy, and he seems to enjoy it. Finally, Y/N hesitantly approaches Rocco, who keeps his eyes on the floor as she helps him loosen the rope from his hands and feet.

"Please, i'm sorry. I know you probably hate me right now," she starts saying "but believe me, what I said all those times we were together was true."

When Rocco is freed from the ropes, he starts walking to his room, followed by Y/N, who rolls her eyes at his actions.

"Hate you? I think it's much worse," Rocco says, mockingly.

Y/N closes the bedroom door, feeling the comfort and familiarity of this space, a space she's been in many times before.

"Sorry, okay? But don't act like a saint and point your finger at me when you've also done reprehensible things." She faces him, and he looks at her, crossing his arms.

"I may kill and steal, but I don't play with people's feelings," Rocco says, approaching the girl until he's standing right in front of her.

Y/N bursts out laughing, unable to believe it.

"Oh, yeah? You feel calm and proud of that?" She chides him, feeling the heat of the moment. "Well, I'm sorry for being a worse person than you. I didn't know that lying and playing with people is much worse than killing."

Rocco laughs amused. "You don't know much, then."

"Oh, my bad! Teach me then, Mrs. I'm a criminal, but I've never played with people's emotions so that makes me a better person" she says in a mocking tone, bringing her face closer to his "Face it, would you? I said I'm sorry. Maybe I tricked you at first to get close to you, but you're no better than me either"

"Yeah, sure" he says in a low and mocking voice.

Y/N clenches her jaw.

"God, I can't believe I started to like you" she mumbles shaking her head "I could slap you right now, just because I can't stand being with you at the moment"

"Do it then" he says and chuckles "It wouldn't be so painful"

"I hate you"

"You weren't saying that when I was fucking you, uh"

"Asshole"

"Slut"

The distance between them shortens, and their mouths meet in a desperate kiss, their hands clutching each other's bodies. Rocco grabs Y/N by the waist, pulling her against his, and she tangles her fingers in his hair. Moans escape from their lips at the abrupt action, which only increase when Rocco massages the girl's butt and feels her rub herself against his thigh.

"God, that feels good," Rocco says, lowering his kisses to the girl's neck, who leans her head back to give him better access to the area of ​​her skin.

Rocco slides his hands down Y/N's thighs and lifts her up in his arms, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She moves her hands to his gray sweater and begins to pull it off, then continues with his T-shirt, leaving him bare-chested. As she does so, he gently places her on the mattress of his bed, then moves away from her and removes her heels, kissing the inside of her calves and up to her thighs.

Y/N throws her head back on the pillows as she feels Rocco lift her skirt and begin kissing her pelvis over her panties.

"Rocco, please," she moans, closing her eyes.

Rocco smirks and looks up at her from his position.

"What's wrong, babe? Is it too much for you?" He clicks his tongue and begins to slowly pull her panties down her legs until they fall to the floor. "I thought you could hold it in a little longer, remember?"

"Fuck off" she laughs lightly and grabs the man's hair to bring him closer to where she needs him the most right now.

Rocco lets out a laugh and starts devouring the girl's pussy, as if there were no tomorrow. Reliving all those moments, days, and nights they spent exploring each other's bodies without a worry. They couldn't stop thinking about each other, and now that the truth had come out, it was no obstacle to continuing to feel what they felt for each other.

The girl holds his head with her thighs so he doesn't stop and pulls on his hair as she feels the wave of pleasure invading her lower region. The room fills with the sound of moans, licks, and incessant panting, as the temperature rises and neither of them seems willing to stop. They are surprised to realize that after a while of exploring each other's bodies and thrusting like animals, none of the rest of the people in the house have come to check on them.

But they didn't really care.

Not when they were about to cum.

"Oh, baby! I'm so close" she moans moving her hips on Rocco's dick to increase the pace and reach the desired climax.

The man grips his fingers on the skin of the girl's hips to guide her, and he moans shamelessly at the sensation.

"Me too, baby. Keep moving like that, just how I like it." he says in an agitated voice.

They're immersed in each other as their bodies move, causing the bed to rumble. Y/N feels a pleasurable pain in her cunt as she feels it's about to explode, so she moves more agilely at the same time as Rocco, who continues thrusting into her, watching as the girl's breasts bounce in front of him.

"Rocco, I'm.... fuck! I'm about to..." she gasps when Rocco's fingers starts toying the girl's clit to estimulate her enough to make her release all of her on his cock "Oh my god!"

"Oh God!" Rocco moans releasing all his warm cum inside of her.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

They both turn to look at the door and find Lonnie staring at the scene in disgust, then covering his eyes with his hand. Y/N rolls her eyes and mentally curses him for interrupting the moment, while grabbing the sheets of the bed and covering her body with them. Rocco mutters a curse under his breath and pulls the girl closer to his body, trying to cover her as best he can.

"Don't you know how to knock asshole?" Rocco asks him in an angry tone.

"Oh, my bad! Are we gonna ignore the fact that I just saw you fucking my little sister like she was in need?" The black haired man says with sarcasm on his voice "For fuck's sake!"

Y/N shakes her head and sits on the bed, holding the sheets while Rocco does the same. Then, he puts his arm around her shoulder and pulls her towards him.

"What do you want?" his sister asks him feeling the embrace of Rocco's arms around her —making her feel shy and cared, and the thought itself makes her blush.

"I was gonna tell you we're ready to go, but you're clearly bussy, so..." he sighs still with his hand covering his eyes.

"Then that should be your cue to get out of here, man," the brunette says, sounding as if it were the most obvious thing.

Lonnie takes his hand off his eyes and gives him the middle finger, earning a mocking laugh from Rocco.

"Anyway," the dark-haired man sighs and looks at his sister. "Will you be okay here, sister?" Y/N turns her head to look at Rocco, who looks at her with a mixture of amusement and tenderness in his eyes, letting her know that everything will be okay.

She nods and bites her lip.

"Everything will be okay."

Y/N and Rocco lean in closer, and their lips meet in a kiss filled with warmth and emotions that envelop them and let them know how they feel about each other. But a certain person in the room makes a sound of disgust as if repulsed by the scene.

"Fuck off, guys!" Lonnie says, already tired of the pair of lovers. Rocco breaks away from the girl's lips and smirks at him.

"Close the door on your way out." Rocco gets on top of Y/N, whom laughs and shakes her head "You don't want to see how we love each other, do you?"

Lonnie slams the door and curses down the hall.

They both laugh, and Rocco continues kissing Y/N's lips as if there were no tomorrow. After a couple of minutes, he pulls away and looks deeply into her eyes.

"I'm sorry for what I said before," he apologizes in a low but sincere tone.

Y/N runs her fingers over the man's forehead and says: "Me too."

"I don't hate you," Rocco whispers without taking his eyes off of hers "When I said that it was worse than that, it's because I love you"

Y/N smiles and caresses his cheeks with tender. He takes her hand to hold it there and kisses the inside of it.

"Why's that worse?"

"Because I'm afraid I'll always gonna love you and I'll never let you go" he admits pouring his heart out.

The girl feels her heart race and her cheeks blush at the confession. It was the first time in her life that someone felt that way about her —and in such a short time. So it was understandable that the confession give her goosebumps and make her feel like she was on cloud nine.

"That fast, uh?"

He nods and smiles.

"I'm a sensitive guy after all, like my dad said" they both share a laugh.

She looks at him with a sparkle in her eyes.

"I love you too," she tells him with complete honesty. Rocco smiles and kisses her wrist again "I've never felt this way before, and I'd be lying if I said I feel it rushed. I'm scared, too, but with you..... I'd like to try."

Rocco nods his head.

"We'll try it together" he assures her.

"Fine by me"

Their lips connects and their hearts feels at sync at the moment.

"What do you say?" Y/N asks when they pull away from each other to breath "Round two to celebrate our new beginning?"

"Thought you'd never ask"

And they ruffle the sheets again, this time with the promise of starting their relationship over again, with a promising future ahead.

Full of surprises, love, and, well..... the uniqueness of their families.

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⠀⠀ ⊹ ⠀ slightly nsfw blurb of ⠀─── ⠀bob reynolds! ୨୧⠀⠀ his needy nights⠀⠀ ꒰⠀mdni⠀!headcanon⠀꒱ ⠀·⠀ ୭

THINKING ABOUT how BOB is just a man looking for the calmness that he could only find in you. he needs you, one way or another, even if he’s obsessive, what could he do? you’ve cared for him since the day you met, so he was tied to you, waiting for you to care for him again and again.

constantly, he had a few nightmares about his early life and he tried his best to appear strong when this happened, but he always ended up getting up from his bed and staggering in the dark to your dorm, barefoot and quiet, trying not to wake any of the others as he slowly opened the door. bob needed your affection those nights, he could only go back to sleep like this, when he could smell you next to him.

the silent agreement between you two had always been to leave your door unlocked, for him, so when he needed you, he wouldn’t have to say it, just come in and lie down next to you in bed. it worked well, he only woke you up when he really needed you to take care of him and apparently, this was one of those nights.

his hand gently moved you in your sleep, he was sitting beside you in your large bed, waiting anxiously and apprehensively for you to wake up. “wake up, please,” he asked, still poking you until he seemed relieved to notice your eyes opening. you didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just yawning and sitting up in bed as you looked at him, it wasn’t hard to tell what happened. “need you.”

“i know, baby, calm down.” you whispered sleepily, your fingers caressing the back of his neck before tangling in his strands of hair. he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself and forget the horrible nightmare he had had. “need help gettin’ back to sleep?”

still with his eyes closed and his breathing trying to return to normal, bob agreed, but not before making an observation about what he wanted. “i want it the way you did it before.” he added, making you nod before running your fingers down his shoulder in gentle touches. “please.”

the way you had done it before, of course, he had become a little addicted to the way you had made him sleep when things had gotten particularly heated between you a few nights ago. you didn’t expect him to ask for more, but here he was doing it in your bed after a nightmare. “it’s okay, i’ll do it for you.”

you tapped his shoulder softly, signaling for him to lie down on your bed as you lifted the pillow a little, not enough for him to sit up and lean back, just something in between. “just be quiet, yeah? the others don’t need to hear us.” your whisper was gentle and delicate, he did what you silently asked and stared at you the whole time, his pupils dilated waiting for what he needed.

calmly, your hand caressed his abdomen under his hoodie, gently going down and scratching him very lightly until you reached the hem of his pants. you didn’t even need to ask him if he really wanted this now, if he was sure about it, the look of anticipation on his face said enough.

a groan escaped him, your fingers were cold when they touched the milky skin beneath his boxers. he felt a shiver run through him, he was still dealing with the effects of his previous nightmare, but your touch was beginning to relax him. bob just wanted you to be nice and take that stupid frustration out off him like you did last time without even knowing.

“relax, you know i won’t hurt you.” the whisper you gave came out a little more muffled this time, when your lips connected with his and a sweet kiss was placed there. as a show of affection, that you were taking care of him as he wanted. “you deserve to be well taken care of.”

he nodded, biting his bottom lip without pressure as your lips pulled away from his, he wanted this to last longer, but he could settle for now. “thank you.” he whispered back to you, one of his hands slipping under your shirt to caress your bare waist, he genuinely wanted to thank you in some way other than words. “i... i love you.”

the small smile that formed on your face when you heard him was like the calm he felt he’d always need. he liked the way everything with you was nice and calm, as it should be, even when he was a mess. “i love you too, sweet boy.”

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