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Polybolts poll fic #1: Ava

Summary: Ava pushes herself too far on a mission and launches herself into an episode of pain. But, the others are there to help her. And bicker. A lot.

A/N: Hi! I haven't forgotten about the poll :)) here's the fic for the most popular prompt! Thanks for voting :D

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Peeling Ava out of her suit was a group effort, especially given how locked up she was. Yelena unzipped the front, John wrenched off the boots, and Bob yanked off the gloves.

"It’ll be ok," Bob said, a quiver in his voice. Seeing anyone on the team in pain was especially hard for him, "S'ok Ava," he said again, pressing a thumb into her palm and rubbing small circles.

Ava nodded tightly, cussing as her pants chafed along her legs. "Sorry," John said, pulling the pants off the rest of the way as quickly as possible.

Ava weakly shrugged her shoulders, allowing Yelena to finally take off her coat. She squeezed her eyes shut as all of the mass in her body seized up, aberrating violently. She phased halfway through the infirmary floor, before clawing her way back up.

"Ngh, fuck," she panted, falling onto her side. She'd gone too far, but with Bucky and Alexei away assisting on one of the numerous humanitarian crises happening around the world, it left all of them pushing themselves too hard. A minute was her limit, she knew it was her limit...but people were going to die. And it would've been painful, a cruel toxic mist rolled into the crowded room of civilians. The perpetrators were more of the same, deplorable supremacists who wanted to "shape a new world" or whatever.

It wasn't the first time Ava had pushed herself too hard, and it wouldn't be the last. Sometimes it built up over weeks of her ignoring Alexei's suggestions for her to rest, but times like this were sudden. She had the choice to either act and endure otherworldly pain for days on end, or do nothing, and let others suffer.

Needless to say, she always chose the former.

But, with how often she did, her teammates found ways to help her. With mild cases, gadgets that Bucky commissioned from Black Panther herself to ship overseas usually did the trick. But in cases like this, it took all three of them.

Ava discovered her pleasure cancelled out her pain years ago, back when she was confined in her chamber, or her suit, constantly. Time to herself was sparse, but she took what she could get.

She was later in discovering things about herself than most people...most girls. When things went wrong, days blurred together, and the changes to her body were hard to pick up on through all of the noise.

But she remembers, at 17, feeling the roiling agony beneath her skin, and finding out she could replace it with something else.

She kept it to herself, at least until Yelena. And with Yelena there was always Bob, and trailing behind them both came John. Whatever they all had, they'd fallen into it together. It was messy, but they always tried to help.

"What do you need?" John asked, hand resting over Ava's quivering one. She grit her teeth and sat up, resting her back against the wall.

"Just...get rid of it. Rip it out of me," she panted, "Like you always do,"

"Are you sure? We've," Bob wrung his hands in his shirt, "We've never seen it this bad and...what if...?"

Ava shook her head, "It'll be f-fine...this is only the worst you've seen it, I've deALT," she choked mid-sentence as another wave tore through her body, and ducked her head, "fuck–I've had worse. And back then I didn't have anyone to help me with it,"

They all were silent, but Yelena reached for her first, cupping her face.

"Just...let us know if it's too much, or it we accidentally hurt you or make it worse,"

"Yes, alright just please," Ava whimpered, raising a weak hand, "Please..."

Bob stood, "I'll get the uh..." he sped off in the direction of Ava's room.

Yelena ran her hands up Ava's thighs, studying her expression to gauge the pressure.

"A-ah," Ava flinched, and Yelena pulled her hands away.

"No, no," Ava shook her head, "That was fine, maybe just a bit more p-pressure," she managed to push out.

Yelena nodded, and put her hands back on her thighs. Bob rushed back into the infirmary, holding a shoebox. The contents rattled as he set it down.

"Uh, which uh," he took off the lid and rummaged through the various toys, "Rose?"

"N-no, god no that would be too much,"

As they worked out which one to pick, John stood uselessly to the side. He always struggled to find where he was needed, unsure in his ability to take care of someone.

"John," Ava said, and John met her eyes, "Maybe, you could put yourself between me and the wall? Your...physiology makes you harder to phase through than most things."

John nodded, quickly taking off his armor. Ava scooted away from the wall, and John moved behind her, before sitting down and pulling her between his legs, her back to his chest.

Ava closed her eyes, feeling Yelena's hands and John's heartbeat, and hearing Bob's voice.

"Then, how about this?" Bob asked, holding out a small toy about the size of his thumb with heart patterns on it.

"Y-yeah," Ava said, reaching out to take it, only for it to fall through her hand.

"Ugh, damn it," she said, fingers closing around nothing. Yelena's hands fell through her thighs, but John was able to wrap his arms around her. He squeezed, and Ava grunted, snapping her body back to being corporeal before she started to slip through the floor again.

"You're like buggy GTA character," Yelena joked, as lightly as she could anyway. Bob laughed, but Ava furrowed her brows, "Wha?"

"GTA? The game?" Yelena said, looking at Ava expectantly.

Ava shrugged, and John said, "It's a game series that glorifies crime and delinquency,"

Bob snorted and Yelena rolled her eyes, flicking him, "Yeah, ok U.S. War Criminal, just get her panties off,"

John grumbled, but hooked his thumbs under the hem of Ava's underwear, carefully pushing them down her thighs. Yelena took them off the rest of the way, and Bob handed Ava the toy again.

"Thanks," Ava said, taking the toy with a trembling hand. Her entire body was covered in sweat, and her breathing was still labored. She shakily pulled her thighs up, trying to find a good angle, before glancing up.

Concern.

She rolled her eyes, "Will you all stop looking at me like I'm some injured bird on the pavement?"

"Well, your situation just kinda seems shitty, so," John said, adjusting Ava in his grip.

"Yeah well, I'd like not to be reminded of it," she said, cussing as the toy fell through her hand again.

"Ngh," Ava squeezed her eyes shut, bottom lip trembling, "Ok yeah, this is shitty…can someone…?"

"John's in the best position for it, again," Yelena sighed, taking the toy and putting it in his hands.

John took it from her, scowling, "If it weren't for me she'd be stuck in the wall right now,"

"Yeah whatever…opportunist," Yelena scoffed.

"Ok, at this point just say you're jealous,"

"Oh I’m very fucking jealous–"

The banter continued, and Ava sighed, waiting for it to blow over.

"Uh, you have another of the same one, just with ducks on it," Bob held up another toy.

Ava smiled at him, "Well, if you don't mind,"

"Not at all, never," Bob said too quickly, before blushing and moving in front of Ava, carefully pulling her thighs apart.

"—eight fucking times you tipped the Monopoly board," John continued.

"Because you are all plotting against me," Yelena said incredulously, pointing at herself with conviction.

"Bob would never plot against someone," John said, but Bob added, "I mean, I kinda used to plot against people…a lot…to steal money…for meth,"

"Please don't talk about meth when your face is between my legs," Ava said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Oop, I lost you," Bob said as Ava's legs fell.

Ava groaned, "Can't hold them up and open…by myself,"

"I got it," John said, hooking his hands under Ava's thighs and carefully pulling them up and open. Bob mumbled a "Thanks," before switching the toy on, and reaching between Ava's legs.

"How's this?" Bob asked, running the toy along Ava's inner thigh. "Good," Ava said, "You can, ugh, keep going,"

Yelena took one of Ava's hands, and John rested his chin on her shoulder, looking down at Bob, "Pick up the pace man,"

"I'm not listening to you, I'm listening to Ava," Bob said, pressing the vibrating toy against Ava's outer labia. Ava's thighs flinched, she waved a hand, "Shush,"

"Sorry," the two men said, falling silent. The only sound in the room was Ava's labored breathing, and the vibrator, the sound peaking whenever it met her skin. They'd all learned that going too quick did more harm than good, and going too slow meant nothing at all. It was all about pace.

"Hhhah," Ava made a noise between pain and pleasure, tightening her hand around Yelena's.

"Sorry! Are you—?" Bob whipped his head up. Ava smiled, "I'm fine, I promise,"

Bob nodded, going from kneeling to all-fours, to the point that Ava felt his breath against her cunt.

"Ngh," she glanced down at Bob, biting her lip before saying, "Y-you can, uhm, if you want you can use m-more than just the toy,"

"And you call me the opportunist," John said, carefully spreading Ava's legs wider, making Yelena snicker.

Bob laid his hands on Ava's pelvis, pulling her forward towards his mouth.

"FFuck—" Ava flinched, thighs flinching under John's hands as Bob's tongue lapped at her pussy.

"Yup," John said knowingly, making Ava and Yelena glance at him. "What?" he asked, "You think we both just sit around helplessly while you two are gone?"

Yelena looked between John and Bob, then sighed, "Unfortunately, I'd pay money to see that,"

"Wef letchu waf fo fwee," Bob said, though his mouth was occupied, making Ava squirm. Bob looked up at her, "You ok?"

"Mhm," Ava nodded quickly, "Yeah, that pace works,"

"Do you need anything else?" Yelena asked. Ava met her gaze, her eyes flickering down at her mouth.

Yelena grinned, "Message received," and leaned forward to kiss her.

John watched them dazedly for a moment, then blinked, "Wait what message?"

Yelena pulled away, laughing, "God, you are so bad with signals,"

"Yeah, because instead of signals you could use your mouth and form these things called wordsmmp-" Yelena shut John up with her mouth, and her tongue, and her teeth, then pulled away, leaving his mouth open and pupils blown.

"Now then," She said, going back to Ava's mouth.

Ava let her eyes flutter shut, feeling her lips quirk up, "First you, mm, tasted like spearmint," she said, "Now you taste like coffee,"

"He haf like fo cufs of coffee earwier," Bob said, leaning forward as much as he could to slide his tongue deeper inside of Ava. After a while, he sat up, humming and nudging the toy against Ava's entrance. She nodded, and Bob slowly pushed it inside.

Ava moaned and, when meant with cooing and praise from the other three, waved her hand, "Shut up, I'm not Bob,"

Bob frowned, "Hey,"

"Sorry—but it's cute when it's you," she said, adjusting her position a bit and tilting her pelvis up. Bob huffed, but ducked back down to lick at her anyway. Yelena took Ava's face in her hands, resuming kissing her.

"Scale?" John asked after a while, lidded eyes trained on Bob. Ava pulled away from Yelena and considered, looking down at her hands, which had been phasing erratically since it all started, "Like a 5,"

"Guess we gotta do better," John said, "Can you hold your legs open yourself?"

"I think so," Ava said.

John nodded, "Good," bringing his hands up to her chest, "Would this be too much?"

"Not at all," Ava sighed, pushing her hips up toward Bob's mouth as John's hands went under her shirt.

"Sheesh," John said, "Your boobs are like, really sweaty,"

"Well excuse me," Ava rolled her eyes.

Yelena swatted at him “Everyone gets humidititties sometimes,” and John swatted her hand back, "I never said I didn't like it—Jesus," he hissed.

"Just take your gloves off," Ava said.

"Already on it," John murmured. Yelena looked between Bob and John, huffing in that way she did when she wanted something more to do. She moved away from Ava's side, instead joining Bob between her legs.

"Hey," She said. Bob, whose mouth was a mess, swallowed and said, "Hey,"

"M'gonna," she nudged his shoulder, and Bob scooted over. Yelena looked down at his mouth, then at Ava's pussy, an expression of indecision falling over her face.

"Don't hurt yourself," John chuckled, lips ghosting over Ava's neck.

Yelena finally made a decision, ducking and bringing a hand up to shove Bob's head down too. Ava outright screamed as two tongues began laving at her, "Oh–my god," She flinched, "Wait wait—" she squeezed her eyes shut, legs and pelvis vibrating, then phasing through the floor.

"Shit," Yelena sat up, "Sorry, we're sorry," she said. John loosened his grip around Ava's torso, cussing as her back slowly started to phase into his chest. Ava grunted with effort, sitting forward and bringing her legs back up, willing the aberration to stop.

"Sheesh, check in with her before you do something like that," John said, pulling Ava back against himself and holding her legs open.

Yelena and Bob nodded sheepishly, and Ava panted, "It's ok, I'm ok. Just…one person between my legs at a time…please,"

"Yeah," Bob said, "Yelena you can," he motioned to Ava's pussy, and Yelena wasted no time getting on all fours. John looked at the mess on Bob's mouth and made a noise in the back of his throat.

"Bob," John said, "C'mere,"

Bob blinked, but leaned forward. He yelped as John's hand went from Ava's thigh to the back of his head, bringing his face forward until his lips were pressed against John's. It didn't start as a kiss, with John swiping his tongue over the mix of saliva and Ava's juices on Bob's lips and chin. Bob groaned as John pushed his tongue past his lips, and leaned in further.

"Shit," Ava sighed, letting her head fall against John's shoulder, "A-ah, mm," she felt herself throbbing against Yelena's mouth. Slowly but surely, the waves of pain had been weakening and yielding to the pleasure. Ava felt tears prick behind her eyes, but didn’t say anything.

Yelena used her own hands to hold Ava's thighs apart. John, still eating Bob's face, went back to playing with her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

"Scale?" Yelena asked, pulling away from Ava's pussy and wiping her mouth.

"Ough, unm," Ava's eyes were struggling to stay open, "Shit um, 3? I don't know—" she squeaked when John tugged at her nipple, "Feels too…too good, it's good,"

Yelena resumed her efforts tenfold, yanking the toy out and fully replacing it with her tongue. Bob was groaning, and Ava looked down to find a bulge growing in his pants. She brought a hand forward and pushed it between his legs. Bob's eyes went wide, and he pulled away from John.

"Ava, you don't gotta,"

"It's ok," she said, "I want to,"

Bob nodded tightly, pushing his pants down, while John rested his forehead on Ava's shoulder, still catching his breath. Ava wrapped a half corporeal hand around Bob, her lip quirking up apologetically, "Sorry,"

Bob shook his head, tilting his head back, Adam's apple bobbing, "God, please don't apologize," he said, voice quivering as Ava started pumping her hand.

Yelena was starting to get loud, and Ava looked down to find that she had her free hand down her own pants. The vibrations of her moans only served to push Ava closer to the edge. The others all knew she was close and started urging her with encouraging words of, “Yes,” and “God ahead,” and “It’s ok,” and “You’re doing so good,”

"Ngh, guys," She said, breathy and tight, face heating from the words, "I'm gonna—oh god, Yelena—" her voice rose to a squeal. Yelena grunted, and Ava sagged against John as she came. Yelena hummed encouragingly, still laving at her entrance even as Ava squirted over her face. The pain cracked, then shattered, the shards swept away by the waves of pleasure. John moaned into Ava’s shoulder and Bob, who'd been watching the whole thing, collapsed, shoulder bumping against the wall as he came over Ava's hand.

"Oh my god," Ava said, "I didn't know I could—"

"Well, now you do," Yelena said smugly, her own mouth mirroring how Bob's had looked earlier. John cussed under his breath, reaching forward and pulling Yelena forward, giving her the same treatment he'd given Bob.

"Jesus Walker it's pussy juice not crack," Ava panted. John ignored her, laving at Yelena's lips, groaning in need.

"He's gone non-verbal," Yelena laughed as she was pulled closer. Ava's aberration calmed down, and she untangled herself from John's arms, letting Yelena take her place. Bob gathered Ava in his own arms, while John wrestled his and Yelena's pants off.

"Scale?" Bob murmured, pressing his lips to Ava's cheek. Ava laughed, tangling his fingers with her own, "Zero."

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cautious-soup · 19 days ago

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Hi*

Made a short playlist for Bob ig

Songs are a combo of things I think he'd listen to/things I think match his vibe

K bye

#thunderbolts #thundebolts*#thunderbolts headcanons #thunderbolts memes #bob reynolds #character playlist #is this peak brainrot #marvel #mcu #spotify #probably crappy but whatever #i felt like it #marvel thunderbolts

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cautious-soup · 21 days ago

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Nearly 3k words of Polybolts smut (Yelena, Bob, Ava and John)

I'm afflicted with a curse where, if I write something fluffy, smut always comes shortly after. I woke up in a cold sweat at 6 this morning, palming my nightstand for my phone to write this on my notes app, passed back out halfway through, then woke back up and finished it.

Anyway, enjoy, I'm so tired. Why did I do this.

Also minors dni

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Despite public belief, John is the easiest person on the team to pick on, not Bob. Though Bob is a close second. So, it's not uncommon for John to suddenly find himself in situations like the one he's in now.

He was starting to think these are coordinated attacks.

It started innocently enough, with Yelena walking into the kitchen to get coffee while John cooked dinner.

"Shouldn't be drinking that so late," John said, but he had a caffeine problem just as bad if not worse. Yelena snorted, doubling the shot of espresso.

John sighed, but turned back to his pan of vegetables. Yelena leaned against the counter and watched silently, she liked watching--but helping was out of the question. The last time she'd try to help Bob with a biscuit recipe it backfired, she misread teaspoons of baking powder for tablespoons. They needed a new oven afterwards.

"What are we having for dinner again?" Yelena asked through a yawn, dumping the second shot of espresso into a mug with guinea pig patterns.

"Sesame chicken, veggies, nothin' special," John said.

Yelena raised an eyebrow at him, "Isn't sesame chicken too high in calories for you? Also where's Bucky? I need to ask him something."

"You guys act like I have an eating disorder," John rolled his eyes. Yelena didn't say anything, and John glanced at her.

"...Bucky's downstairs,"

Yelena chuckled, and sat up on the counter, kicking her feet and continuing to watch John as she drank her coffee.

"Hrm," she said, sliding off after a few minutes. She nudged herself against John's arms, "I can stir them while you cut the chicken--I assume it needs to be cut,"

"I don't trust you do this unsupervised," John shook his head, dropping an arm and letting Yelena slot herself between him and the stove. She took the wooden spoon from his hands, gripping it in her fist and stirring the vegetables in wide circles.

"Ok no," John said, "You gotta--Jesus you stir like a witch at a cauldron,"

"Is it not stir fry?" Yelena asked incredulously, frowning as John grabbed her wrist and guided her hand through the correct motions. Yelena fell silent, the air suddenly felt charged.

While John's right hand remained on Yelena's wrist, his left drifted from its spot braced on the counter to her waist. Yelena hummed as his fingers played with the hem of her shirt.

John rested his chin on her head, letting his posture sag for once, then jumped back about 10 feet when Ava phased through the fridge.

"YOU–" John pointed the spoon at her, "Fucking stop doing that!"

Ava rolled her eyes, "If you could walk through walls to get to where you need to go you would. Doors are useless to me."

"I'd play so many pranks on you guys if I could," Yelena said wistfully.

John groaned, "As if Ava doesn't already to that enough,"

Ava laughed, then looked between Yelena and John.

"Were...you two busy with something?" she asked suggestively, the corner of her mouth turning up.

John cleared his throat, "Yelena wanted to help with the food,"

"I stir like baba yaga," Yelena declared.

Ava squinted at her, then nodded, "Well, I can keep her occupied while you wife it up over there," Ava said, walking over to Yelena.

Before John could ask what 'keep her occupied' meant, Ava was hoisting Yelena up and setting her on the opposite counter. John, a man with a pulse, watched as she tangled her fingers in the shorter woman's hair and kissed her. Well, no, it was more like she was trying to dive in her mouth tongue first.

"Uuuh," John felt the dumb look on his face and shook his head, "You guys should take that to your rooms. Preferably Ava's since Yelena's is a mess,"

"Oh, quit being a stiff," Yelena panted as Ava pulled off of her and latched on to her neck, "We all know you like when we do it in the common areas,"

John tore his gaze away, willing the vegetables to cook faster as the very wet sounds of kissing resumed.

"You're both performing for the male gaze, and I refuse to look," John said valiantly, even as his pants started to feel uncomfortable.

"None of what we do is for you," Ava scoffed as she pushed Yelena further up the counter and tugged her sweatpants down.

"Then go somewhere else," John hissed through his teeth, his heightened sense of smell picking up on the arousal between Yelena's legs.

"We have perfectly good counter here," Yelena said, giggling as Ava put her legs over her shoulders.

John pursed his lips tightly as very non-PG sounds started to fill the space. He reached down and adjusted the growing bulge in his pants, "Seriously guys, I gotta start cutting the chicken so, JESUS–"

John found himself pointing a spoon up toward the ceiling as Bob floated into the kitchen, using the doorway as an anchor.

"Oh...wow," he breathed at the sight of Yelena splayed over the counter. Both she and Ava looked up at him, expressions puzzling.

"...why?" John asked the higher power that definitely had it out for him, sagging against the counter, "Why can't I just have one day...and why are you flying?"

"Oh, yeah I was trying to practice earlier but now I can't uh...stop," Bob said sheepishly, pushing off of the ceiling and moving towards the floor. His feet only touched it briefly, before they were off again, and he was hanging off of the door frame, his legs kicking uselessly in the air. It was like he was suspended in an upward current of air or water.

Ava started laughing, even as she shoved two fingers between Yelena's legs. Yelena, who'd been snickering, yelped in surprise.

"...can I help?" Bob asked, and all three of them turned to look at him. Bob blinked, then clarified, "With dinner?"

"...could you maybe just...move those two off the counter? That would be more than enough help," John sighed, reaching for the spice rack to start seasoning the vegetables.

He heard sounds of struggling, then an "Oh!" from Bob, then clothes rustling and Yelena snickering again.

John sighed and chanced a glance back at the counter, forgetting how to breathe when he saw the new predicament. Now, Yelena was straddling Bob, pinning him to the counter to keep him from floating off. Ava had moved behind the counter. John couldn't see her face, but he could see her hands moving under Bob's shirt.

"Is good that the kitchen has lower ceilings than the rest of the floor, yes?" She asked, cupping Bob's face in her hands. Bob nodded dumbly, eyes fluttering shut as Ava's hands went from under his shirt to the hem of his pants.

"Shit," John muttered, turning back to the stove to mix the spices into the vegetables, ignoring the tell-tale glug of olive oil as someone used the bottle he'd left there.

The vegetables were taking forever to cook because there were so many of them--four bell peppers, five heads of broccoli, two packs of mushrooms and three zucchini, crammed into the biggest pan he could find because, with three super-soldiers on the team, food always had to be abundant. Ava's appetite also fluctuated between normal and enough to feed three people depending on how much she used her powers on any given day. Still, with enough coordination it was possible t--

"Ffuck–!" John heard Bob yelp, and closed his eyes. Did he dare turn around again?

Yes. Yes he did dare.

He couldn't see clearly, but he had a good guess of what was happening. Both Yelena and Bob's pants were in a heap on the floor, and John could hear the distinct sound of Ava's phasing. He could see her shoulder working behind the counter, Bob's thighs flinching under Yelena's. His mouth hung open, and he looked about ready to drool all over himself. Yelena was grinning lopsidedly, tugging at Bob's cock at a torturous pace. Ava's arm kept moving under the counter, and John was able to parse out that she was phasing her hand up and through the counter–which would put it right up Bob's...

"Jesus," he breathed, feeling the last of his resolve fall away as Ava smirked at him from over Bob's shoulder.

John was around the counter in seconds, caging Ava against it and telling her to shut up as she laughed in triumph. Her cheek was pressed against Bob's back as John shoved a hand down the front of her pants. He felt himself going half crazy between the feeling of wetness against his fingers, and the sound of Bob moaning into Yelena's mouth, and the blood in his head rushing south. John curled his fingers, and Ava hummed.

"Mediocre as always Walker," she sighed, grabbing his wrist and guiding it to do what she wanted, "Pay attention,"

"Kay, mkay…" John breathed, forehead thumping against Ava's shoulder. He let his eyes slip shut and moved his fingers the way Ava wanted, but they snapped back open when Bob and Yelena started getting louder, if that were possible.

John glanced up dazedly, seeing the muscles in Yelena's thighs working as she bounced in Bob's lap. The muscles in Bob's back flinched, and John wasn't sure when he'd even gotten his shirt off. He reached out with his unoccupied hand, mesmerized, spreading his palm over the other man's skin.

When Ava started arching back into him impatiently, John helped her get her pants off. Ava went to remove the hand that was phasing through the counter and up into Bob's ass, but was met with, "No no please, don't, s'too good,"

Yelena, breathless from bouncing, still managed to call Bob every synonym of cute as he begged for god knows what.

Ava hummed, kissing Bob's back and resuming fingering him, while John lined himself up with her pussy, Bracing a hand on Bob's shoulder to support himself.

Ava sucked in a breath as John sank inside of her, and John let his head fall back as he groaned, fingers gripping Bob's shoulder with what had to be an unimaginable amount of force. Ava kept a hand on his wrist, keeping his fingers down her panties, mumbling "Play with it, play with it please,"

"You better play with her clit John," Yelena panted. She sat up, Bob whining as his cock slid out of her, to get a view of what was going on behind his back.

"Keeping r-riding him Yelena or else you'll end up getting ffff...sucked into a vent," Ava managed between John's thrusts, eyes rolling back into her head. Bob, still stuck in flight mode, began rising from the counter, but John's grip on his shoulder kept him mostly in place.

"Ok, yeah, right," Yelena nodded, placing her hands on Bob's shoulders, one of them bracing over John's, and hovering over him on her knees.

Bob blinked, his brow furrowed; Yelena pecked him on the nose, "You're not gonna make me do all the work are you?"

Bob whimpered and shook his head, "Can't, ugh, please..."

Ava had mercy on him, phasing a hand through Bob's back and guiding his cock back inside of Yelena, who started laughing.

"If anyone here's a witch it's her," she breathed, biting her lip as she fully seated herself in Bob's lap.

"You're, nk, still on that?" John asked, pushing Ava tighter against the counter and Bob's back as he pinched her clit between his fingers, putting an ungodly amount of pressure behind it.

"Ouffck," Ava squeaked, her voice reaching the register it did when she was close, the hand that had been phasing through the counter falling limp, "No, no no I don't wanna be first, fuck, Yelena do something,"

"Ngh...trying, ugh, Bob takes forever to…oh god," Yelena groaned with effort.

"Yeah that's it," John groaned, nosing at Ava's neck, "Go on Ava, c'mon,"

"Noo..." Ava wailed as John somehow intensified his assault on her clit. John grinned, but made a noise of confusion when his fingers were suddenly pinching around nothing.

"Are you–" he crushed Ava tighter against the counter, "Are you phasing your fucking clit??"

Yelena started cackling, and Bob was too fucked out to know what was happening.

"I'm, ngh, not doing the dishes for a week," she managed. John bought his hand up to cup Ava's jaw, "That's fucking cheating,"

Ava's smug laughter was swallowed as John slotted his lips over hers.

"More..." Bob murmured, "...publease,"

John moved his hand from under Yelena's on Bob's shoulder downwards, brushing his fingers over Bob's nipple. He did the same thing he'd been doing to Ava's clit, making Bob go, "Yeah...ngh, thank yous’much,"

"You're so sweet," Yelena said, almost pained, rocking her hips and leaning forward to press her lips against Bob's.

Bob started groaning, weakly bringing his hands up to Yelena's hips, trying to buck his own without flying off the counter. Yelena continued relentlessly for a while, before slowing slightly at the sight of Bob's eyes.

"Oh shit," she breathed, seeing the gold swirling in his pupils, "Bob, you ok babe?"

"..." Bob's jaw was tight, and his hands gripped Yelena's hips even tighter. Yelena didn't have time to prepare before Bob, now Bobtry, was slamming up into her. Her grip on his shoulders weakened, and she nearly fell backwards, but Bobtry wrapped his arms around her middle. He pounded into her again, and again, to the point that even John was whining.

"Jesus that's hot," he panted almost wistfully, and Ava laughed, "Is it?" tightening around him.

John cussed, "S'not that hot you fuckin’--I’m making dinner I'm not doin' the dishes for a week,"

"You're the one who came up with that stupid rule," she moaned, and John cussed, “I was drunk,” taking his hand from her jaw to get to her clit again, only for it to be gone.

"Fucking...cheating...fuck," John felt his knees buckle, his weight sagging against Ava's back as he came. Ava whimpered at the feeling of being filled, but didn't move, her own legs feeling like jelly.

"God damn it," John panted, looking up to the counter only to find Bobtry and Yelena gone. But he still heard them. He and Ava looked up, finding Bobtry and Yelena pressed against the ceiling, still fucking.

"Ssssory," Bobtry grunted, "Still can't...stop, can't stop, m'sorry," he said, kissing Yelena's neck.

"...don't get wet spots on the ceiling," Ava said, "Also John the veg is burning,"

John said, "Oh god fucking damn it," and ran (as best he could given how weak his legs felt) around the counter to check the stove. The veggies were charred beyond repair. He sighed, shoving the pan off the hot eye and switching it off.

He and Ava watched for the next 15 minutes as Yelena and Bobtry went at each other like a couple of feral cats. Yelena finished first, then again when Bob finally finished, and slowly floated down until they were both on the kitchen floor.

"...you ok Yelena?" Bob asked, combing his fingers through her hair.

Yelena's face was in Bob's chest, she mumbled something, but gave a thumbs up.

"I guess," John sighed, "We'll order takeout."

"I get to pick since I didn't finish," Ava said, making John splutter, "You're the one who kept ghosting your clit,"

"There are other ways Walker, you could've played with my tits," Ava shrugged, moving to the smart fridge to open a delivery app.

John waved a dismissive hand, looking dejected at the veggies, “That was two pounds of vegetables…” he murmured.

"Oh, Val says we've been tipping too high by the way, says we should keep it to 25%," Yelena said, rolling over.

"Fuck Val," Ava said, "Do we want Mediterranean?"

"Yeh," Bob said weakly.

"Alright you two, get off the floor," John said.

"Don't you mean 'git off the daym floor,'" Yelena laughed, before squawking as she was picked up and thrown over John's shoulder. John walked off with her in the direction of the bathroom, while Bob helped Ava finish on the fridge. He had a knack for remembering everyone’s orders.

They all convened in the bathroom, which had a shower that seemed unnecessarily huge when they'd first moved in. Now, they use it together about once a week.

"You've still got dishes John," Ava teased, scrubbing a scouring pad over his back. John scoffed, but Yelena raised a hand from her spot under a shower head, "Actually...it's me,"

"Huh?" Bob asked, the crown of suds on his head dripping down over his eyes.

"Yeah I actually came three times, right as Bob turned," she said.

"Hah!" John smacked his thigh, "Your scheming failed!"

"It wasn't scheming," Ava laughed, "It was just...involved planning," she rubbed her thumbs into John's shoulders, "And for what it's worth you still did good, Walker,"

John coughed and said, "Y-yeah, I know," but a blush spread across his cheeks anyway.

"It's honestly an accomplishment that you didn't finish since you were in the hot zone," Yelena snorted. Usually whoever was in the middle of their skirmishes had to spend the next day recovering in bed. But their position this time around was a little strange anyway.

"Yeah no, I'm still gonna need a day," Ava said, pointedly cracking her back and making the others wince.

"Me too honestly," Bob said, "...but we have that photoshoot tomorrow right?"

A very loud collective groan echoed through the bathroom, followed by overlapping complaints.

Meanwhile, on the floor below, Bucky thanked every God there was for his new noise cancelling headphones.

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Thanks for reading, I gotta stop doing this to myself :,)

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cautious-soup · 21 days ago

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2k words of Polybolts Fluff (Yelena, Bob, Ava and John)

Pretty much just fluff and very self-indulgent. Bear with me, the hot people still live rent free in my brain. Relationship is established but not explicitly stated. Bucky and Alexei are here but not involved in the polycule. They're just vibing.

Also huge thanks to @etherealsymphony for making a post that reminded me to write this!

Anyway, enjoy :)

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The invulnerability and reflexes are the only consistent aspects of Bob's powers. They aren't something that can get turned on or off—unlike strength or telekinesis or flight, they're just there.

John is the first to suggest it after expressing frustration with the training dummies in the gym. Instead of anything proper or even durable, they get cylinders with cylinders for arms anchored to the ground.

"I keep telling Mel to tell Val to get us dummies that are person shaped," John sighs, "And something more durable, these don't even last an hour," he kicks the dented pleather dummy; it smashes into the far wall.

"I think they're fine," Yelena says, "Thought it'd be nice if they could fight back."

"I heard Stark had entire simulations fine-tuned for each team member," Ava said, crouching to examine the dummy that she'd severed on accident, "Standing in one place and wailing on an object only does so much."

"And John doesn't spar fair," Yelena says, shooting him a look. John raises his hands in exasperation.

"Well we both get too distracted by your constant fucking scissorlocks," Ava says under her breath. Yelena raises a brow at both of them, John coughs and looks down at his feet.

After a moment of silence, the entry-way door slides open.

"Oh, hey guys," Bob says, wearing a Florida swim club t-shirt and shorts. The others wave and nod, mumbling some 'heys'. He pads over to the treadmills—the only activity he does in the gym. He's too afraid of sparring with the others, given how unpredictable things get with his powers.

Yelena resumes sparring with her dummy, while Ava wonders what to do with the halves of hers. John, meanwhile, is staring at Bob, who is stretching half-heartedly.

"Say, Bob," John calls out, making the others look at him too. Bob glances up, "Yeah?"

"Could you stand here?" John pointed to the center of the floor. Bob nodded, "Sure, ok," And walked over to where John was pointing.

"So, if you got shot right now,"

"Christ Walker," Ava says, and John waves her off, "You'd be fine, right?"

Bob nods, "Pretty sure,"

"And like if I were to punch you?"

"Wouldn't do anything I don't think," Bob says, tilting his head, "Why?"

John's tongue pushes on the inside of his cheek in that way he does when he's thinking of something stupid. Yelena says, "John," but John is already saying, "You wanna be my dummy?"

"…"

"…like to punch? And kick? And stuff?"

John nods, "Yeah uh, if that's cool with you I dunno if," he doesn't say it, but they all hear it. Bob shakes his head, "Oh, yeah I've been working through that stuff, you don't have to worry about hurting me,"

Emotionally.

"Cool," John nods.

"Cool," Bob smiles.

"Right, then I'm gonna," John clenches and unclenches his fists, and Bob looks a little unsure what to do with himself, "Should I just stand here?" he asks.

"Yeah just kinda, hold your arms up like this a bit," John says. Bob mirrors him.

Yelena and Ava both flinch when the blows start landing, the sound akin to a gorilla punching a wall of solid steel.

"Sheesh," Ava says, watching John windmill kick a completely stationary Bob across the face. Of course, he's unscathed. "That was a bit much," Bob says, "Aren't flashy moves like that worse for like…combat and stuff?"

"Yeah but, it still looks cool," Yelena offers.

Ava snorts, "Did you just say Walker looked cool?"

"No," Yelena shakes her head, "No, never. Ever."

"Jesus," John sighs, side-eyeing Yelena before looking at Bob, "You really don't feel a thing?"

"Nah," Bob shakes his head.

"Cool, cool," He says, rearing his hand back for a right hook.

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Yelena, during her first months at the tower, insisted that she didn't want to be touched, hugged, patted, anything. In reality, she was more than fine with it, so long as she initiated it first.

John and Ava are always in the living room first for the biweekly movie night, sitting on the couch in silence and waiting for the others to filter in. It starts at 8, but most of the time the movie doesn't get started until 9, or 9:30 if Bob wants to make snacks.

"We are to watch Final Destination 3 end of discussion." Yelena announces as she walks into the living room, cradling Wiggles in her arms. Ava rolls her eyes, then makes an 'oof,' sound as Yelena makes herself comfortable in her lap.

"…why?"

"You're right here aren't you?" Yelena says, knowing damn well that Ava won't bother to push her off. Alexei comes in next along with Bucky, bombarding him with some war story. Bucky sits in his recliner (which is off limits to anyone else). Nobody on the team knows how old it is, but they know he's had to get it reupholstered twice. Alexei sits on a stiff chair next to it that everyone else finds uncomfortable. He says it's good for posture.

Bob eventually wanders in and, seeing everyone in the living room says, "Oooh, it's movie night,"

"Where've you been all day?" Ava asks. Bob sits down next to her, making Ava adjust Yelena in her lap. Yelena doesn't move, letting herself be handled until she's spread evenly across John, Ava and Bob.

"Briefing room," Bob says, "S'quiet in there. Everyone avoids it,"

"Cause it's the worst room in the tower," Yelena says, holding Wiggles up above her head, "Wiggles refuses to go in there—he has sixth sense I'm sure of it,"

"God I hope not," John mutters. He twines a finger around one of Yelena's blonde locks, "Last thing we need is a guinea pig with super strength."

"Aha, but it would be amazing mascot," Alexei says, "Guinea pig with super strength, flies around," he arched his hand through the air.

"Pretty sure it's still a normal guinea pig," Ava says, "Though it'd be kind of funny if he could fly,"

"More like kinda horrifying," John murmured.

Bob hummed, "I think it'd be cute," and stood, careful to move Yelena's feet from his lap to the couch, "M'gonna make some popcorn real quick,"

"Bucky, you don't think this thing has powers, right?" John asks. With no response, he cranes his neck to look at him, only to find him passed. out.

"Is like the chair casts a spell on him every time," Yelena cackles.

"This has to be a new record, right?" John asks, "Conked out and the movie hasn't even started."

"Hope it never does," Ava mutters, but everyone knows she'll stay to watch it—offering copious sarcastic remarks.

After a while, Bob returns from the kitchen with two giant bowls of popcorn, along with Hulk Out!™ seasoning mix Bucky bought as a joke months ago; it was surprisingly good.

Yelena especially likes it, and snatches both the seasoning and the bowl out of Bob's hands. She shoves the bowl in Ava's hands, unscrewing the bottle and dumping green powder over the popcorn.

"Ugh, Yelena," Ava sniffs, puffs of green wafting up to her nose, "I keep telling y-you naugh, nuugh," her eyes flutter. Before Yelena can register, Ava is aberating, and sneezing, and falling through the couch—then through the floor. The popcorn bowl tips over now that nobody is holding it. Distantly, the team hears a thump resound from the floor below. Bob is flabbergasted, John is already laughing his ass off, and Alexei is dutifully rising from his chair to take the elevator down and check on Ava.

Yelena looks at the now empty spot, before shrugging and tipping the bowl back over, "Is not completely ruined," she says, resuming dumping the Hulk Out!™ mix on the remaining kernels.

Bucky is woken up by all the commotion, looking very confused.

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"Could we maybe stop by Target on our way back?" Ava asks Mel on a ride back from a bomb threat that turned out to be very very real.

Everyone in the SUV turned to look at her.

"We all kinda smell like gunpowder," Bob says, but Ava rolls her eyes, "Who cares? Besides, I won't be long, I promise,"

"Your promises are made of tissue," Yelena puts her head in her hands.

"Just—I have an idea for an end table that will really make the reading room pop—it'll just be a placeholder until we get a replacement. It's annoying to not have anywhere to put my tea while I'm reading."

"…it is kind of a pain," Bob says.

Since moving into the tower, Ava has been slowly working to decorate every space. It was technically Mel's responsibility to deal with decor, but Ava ended up taking over before anyone knew what was happening. The sterile living room ended up covered in throw pillows and blankets, all of which were changed out every month because "You cannot have a pillow this orange sitting out during the winter, Bob,"

It wasn’t just the interior design she cared about either, even formal events see Ava "gently advising" the team on their outfits, and fussing over everyone right up until they're minutes away from whatever venue they're due to attend. Yelena has a picture on her phone of Ava straddling Bob in the car, clawing at his hair to wrangle it into place. Her caring about appearances fluctuated along with her manic episodes, but everyone on the team had manic episodes so it wasn’t that much of a bother.

When they get to Target, Mel looks them over before they go inside, and nods, "Yeah, this'll be good for PR," she says, reaching out to swipe some rubble off of John's shoulder.

"Good for PR, how exactly?" He asks.

"In a…. 'polar bear in Arlington Texas' kinda way," Mel says, stepping back and brandishing her phone to snap a photo of them, since she was in charge of their official Instagram account.

"Hehehe," Yelena laughs, because she's the only one who gets the joke. The usual looking and pointing ensues while they walk across the parking lot to the entrance.

"I always like how this place smells," Bob says as they walk in, before wandering off to the toy section. Yelena jogs to catch up to him.

"Children, both of them," John mumbles, rolling his still aching shoulders, "You're really gonna make us walk around Target after 5 hours of clean up?"

"You're the one who kept going for the heavy stuff," Ava says, turning to him. She looks him up and down, then smirks, "If you humor me, I can give you a back rub when we're at the tower, hm?" she holds up aberrating palms.

John folds quicker than Sentry folded his shield, and follows Ava into the depths of the store. She looks at end tables for 30 minutes—which honestly isn't too bad. Nobody in the store asks for their picture, but they're trending an hour after they leave.

"Bob," Bucky asks later at the debrief, folding his arms and looking down the table at him, "Why did I open Instagram only to see a video of you and Yelena shooting toy guns at each other?"

"…you use Instagram?" Bob asks.

There's a lot of back and forth but, in the end, the Target visit ends up being great for PR. Mel gets a bonus.

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"Oil," Valentina had said.

"Ol," John repeated.

"No no, oil," She said slowly.

"…ol,"

"Yeah, ok no," She sighed, "This is no good, you're gonna need coaching. A lot of coaching,"

When doing publicity training for being the 'next Captain America', John had to do extensive vocal training. He’d been committed to fitting into the mold left behind by Steve, to the point where keeping his accent general just became…normal. Most people he met after the fact would've never guessed he was from anywhere near Georgia.

But it did slip sometimes, particularly when he was worked up.

Ava looks up from her laptop at the sound of her room door opening, frowning as John walks in briskly. It was late, too late for any favors anyway. But for them, emergencies always seemed to come late.

"What?" She asks, starting to close her laptop.

"Ah—nothin'," John waves his hand, "Uh, I m—nothing, I'm fine."

Ava blinks at the slip, and John cusses, "Don't."

"You saw a bug, didn't you?" She says, not bothering to fight the grin crawling on her face.

"No," John says. Ava keeps smiling, so he says, "Ok—yeah, in my window there's some kinda—I dunno it's like long an' fuckin'—jus' please," he pinches the bridge of his nose, "I don't wanna deal with that thing, it disappeared before I could dispatch it,"

"…so," Ava raises a brow at him. John doesn’t say anything, but looks pointedly at her bed.

"Seriously?"

"I thought we were all committed to supportin' each other n stuff," John says.

"Well yes but, I really like the idea of you pulling your sheets up to your chin, lips trembling in terror, flinching at any brush against your skin in fear of it being…" she gasps, "a bug,"

John isn’t impressed by her theatrics and asks, "…so can I sleep in here or not,"

Before Ava can answer, the lump under the covers that John assumed was just a pillow shifted. Yelena emerged, bleary eyed, looking between John and Ava with mild irritation.

"This bed is huge," she says, gesturing broadly across the mattress, "There shouldn't be any debate," She flops back down, "Now hush, I sleep,"

John points a finger at them, "…how long…?"

"Don't ask," Ava says, scooting over, "Come on. By tomorrow the bug will have crawled into a vent and died or something,"

"Right," John says, it sounded more like 'raat', "Preciate it,"

Yelena sits up slightly, frowning at her current position, and crawls over Ava, settling between her and John. She takes out her phone, thumbing across the screen.

"You can't complain constantly about not getting sleep and then use your phone in bed," Ava says absently, still looking down at her laptop herself.

"You’re one to talk.” Yelena scoffs, “And I'm just texting Bob," she finished, tossing her phone on John's stomach. He raised his hands in offense, but sighed and reached over to place it on the nightstand to his right.

The bed is huge, sure, but by the time Bob joins them it's a touch crowded. Still, Bob had a knack for making himself smaller, for better or for worse, and latched onto John's side along with Yelena.

"Ava," John isn’t sure what to do with his hands, "Take one of them please,"

"I'm busy," She says, fingers sliding across her trackpad, "You did this to yourself,"

Yelena starts to snore, and John lays back to accept his fate.

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Thank you for reading!

Also see nearly 3k words of polybolts smut 👀

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cautious-soup · 22 days ago

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Soon...........

Begging all writers please put some poly Thunderbolts (Bob, Yelena, Walker, Ava) on my plate I’m so hungry…..

(I’m to lazy to write it myself)

#thunderbolts headcanons #thunderbolts*#polybolts

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cautious-soup · 28 days ago

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Hi I'm gonna do this

Somebody please write a fic where the Thunderbolts have to visit like, an elementary school for good PR.

#thunderbolts headcanons #thunderbolts fanfic #fanfiction #this is a good idea omg #they're too stupid to be left alone with children not the other way around

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cautious-soup · 28 days ago

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Yakuza!(Why bother?)Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Part 4

Part 3

Summary: Unwilling to fit into a new and grim routine, you challenge Sukuna. He's very amused by this.

CW// Sukuna is still mean (bodyshaming, fat shaming), physical abuse, cutting, bloodplay ig but it's mild(?), struggling reader, death metal

A/N: Seriously, Sukuna laughs his ass off this chapter.

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Growing up, princess stories were your favorite. Not just Disney, but any story you could get your hands on with chivalric tales of knights saving princesses from ivory towers made its way into your hands.

You never got tired of the tropes and, when life got a little too hectic, found comfort in reliving your favorite stories.

Now…you were actually living through one of your stories—a twisted version of it anyway.

You flinch at the sound of glass being shattered, and gnaw on your lip. It was never a habit before—but you started doing it in the warehouse. Now, you couldn't stop.

It's been 4 days since you left the warehouse. Things were objectively better, yes, but you were still a hostage, and Sukuna went out of his way to make that clear.

He never left you home alone, either leaving Jogo to watch you or forcing you to come with him on his…errands. The car slid into dark alleys, under bridges, behind buildings—and you'd wait in there for over an hour, sometimes multiple, while Sukuna dealt with whatever his shady business was.

No matter how hard you strained, or how close you pressed your ear to the glass of the car window, you couldn't hear what went on. No gunshots, no screaming, no yelling. Drug trafficking was nothing like how the movies made it out to be.

As far as you were concerned, it was boring. You were only allowed to use a phone or laptop for a few hours each day to manage your socials, but it wasn't enough. Sukuna didn't seem to understand that it was your job and wouldn't even let you use the kitchen.

Now, you'd do anything to be out of this tower— instead of being stuck sitting on a bed that isn’t yours, and listening to the sound of shattering vases and blaring death metal from down the hall.

"It's a hobby," Sukuna had said in the car earlier that night, cradling the expensive vase in his arms, "People value these things so much—curators dedicate their lives to tracking down shit like this," he turned it in his hands, some Phonecian relic. It was colorful and wavy, beautiful.

He'd turned to you, grinning, "All the more reason to destroy it,"

Another crash, along with indistinct screaming from whatever song was playing; you put your head in your hands. Your room was as bare as the warehouse you were cooped up in. No TV, no books, no phone, plain white sheets, and a large window to the left of the bed.

It was spacious, but the tension in the whole penthouse made everything feel claustrophobic.

Well that, and you were locked inside the room anyway.

Sukuna still hadn't acknowledged what he'd done to you, it was to the point where you assumed he'd just forgotten—so used to doing horrific acts that rape was at the bottom of a heap of iniquity.

The sounds of breaking glass finally stopped, and you sighed, turning off the bedside lamp (a plain metal lamp with an LED bulb—no chance to be used as a weapon), and laid with your eyes trained on the door till you fell asleep.

Sukuna stared down at the blue shards, panting. He dropped the bat and scrubbed his hands through his hair, letting dust and finer shards fall to the ground. He glanced down the hall. Even when you weren't around, he could feel your damn eyes on him. It was infuriating how you looked at him, expecting something, wide eyed like some unfortunate wounded animal. His work aged him, mentally anyway, but that moment with you in the warehouse made him feel his age. Young, hungry, empowered even.

He swallowed, closing his eyes and willing the thought of your mouth away. He saw it every day now. And now it was just a few dozen feet away, locked away. Your door might as well have been made of glass, and before Sukuna knew it, he was in front of it, key in hand.

Just as you're drifting off to sleep, you see his shadow block the light coming from under the door. You can't breathe, and clutch your sheets, staying as still as possible. After a moment, the shadow leaves, and you hear footsteps fade down the hall.

And you don't sleep that night, not a wink.

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You don't know who cooks the meals in this place. Food is outside of your door at the same three times every day though, and it's always good. Too good, though. It only reminds you of how idle your hands have been.

"Looks like being a hostage doesn't stop you from cleaning your plate," Sukuna snorts as you set your dishes in the sink.

They'll be clean and put away when you get back, like always. You've never seen any of the housekeepers, but they must exist. The floor was clear of any ceramic shards, everything was always dusted and spotless. By contrast, Sukuna treated everything he owned so recklessly you almost thought he reveled in it. There had been a glass coffee table in the living room when you'd first arrived, but it was gone the next morning. You'd pieced it together along the shattering you’d heard the first night here. It was no wonder everything looked brand new.

It was like he couldn't help himself.

"Being scared all the time makes you more hungry if you can believe it," You say, rubbing your arm. You can't bring yourself to look at him.

"How can you possibly be more hungry," Sukuna laughed, "Honestly, some fear induced starvation would benefit you,"

You scoff under your breath, feeling your mouth twist. You look around the kitchen, and your fingers twitch.

"I wanna bake something,"

"Pfft, no way," Sukuna said.

"My content revolves around food—"

"Along with the rest of your life," Sukuna snorted, but you continued, "Which means I need to continue with my output, keep up this stupid fucking facade."

Sukuna glanced at you, considering. "They'll notice you aren't in your prissy little studio,"

"I'll sort that—" You pause, and look at him, "How do you know I have a studio?"

Sukuna went quiet, just for a moment, so you asked, "Have you watched my videos?" The thought made you queasy.

"Had to, just to parse out whether or not you'd put up a fight," he looked at you, "To your credit, you did, though it must've felt like wrestling a bag of cotton balls."

You feel your face heat, remembering how futile your struggle had been, and continue to insist, "I need to bake something—anything," you said, but regretted the desperate edge to your voice. But really, you'd never gone more than a few days without making something.

"Even cake mix would be enough, please," You say.

Sukuna's eyes remain unchanged, and he says, "No."

At that, you feel anger rise from where it’s been stewing for days. You glance at the dishes in the sink and, half thinking, take out a plate and throw it at him. It misses miserably, and crashes against the front door.

At the sound of his laughing, you want to crumple up and disappear.

"Haah, man, you really are a dainty thing aren't ya piggie, never had to fight for a thing in your life huh?" He said, eyes still shining with vile mirth.

You take another glass and smash it against the counter. It shatters, and you hold out a shard, "I've seen a lot of movies," you say, and it's really all the training you have.

Sukuna looks unimpressed, but puts his hands in his pockets, "You manage to cut me and I might think about getting you an Easy Bake or something," He says, but the words are barely out of his mouth before you're running at him.

He dodges of course, and you don't have any idea what you're doing, and the glass is definitely slicing into your hand, but you keep blindly swinging. Sukuna laughs again, watching with unfiltered amusement at your useless attempts.

You slow in defeat, letting your hand drop.

"Aw, come on piggie—come on, show me what you got huh?" Sukuna says through his mocking laughter, walking over to you. He looks down at you, but before another word can come out of his mouth, you reach up and swipe at his face.

It misses again, and you cuss, throwing it at him. It flutters through the air, catching the light from the window, before landing with an unimpressive clatter beside the fridge.

"Wow," Sukuna breathes, "That has to have been the most pathetic thing I've ever seen. By that metric I have to say I'm impressed,"

You're looking down at the ground, but he's grabbing your face and looking at you. He doesn't say anything, and his grip starts to hurt. Without thinking, you reach up and claw at his arm—your acrylics were still on, if not a bit worn.

"Kch—you," He shoves you back, looking down at the shallow marks on his arm. You’d dug in as hard as you could. At the sight of small red beads forming on his arm, you feel your mouth quirk up.

"…that's several cuts, so," You say, panting.

"…"

Sukuna drops his arm and turns for the shard by the fridge. Your breath catches, and you step back, but he crosses the space in an instant—grabbing your hand. He smirks at the cut that's already there and, taking the shard, digs in to cut even deeper. You scream, and he grins.

"That's it," He says, finishing the cut with a swipe, "Squeal for me piggie,"

He drops your hand, but you reach forward—tears streaming down your face, swiping blood over his shirt; you knew it was expensive. You were surprised you'd been able to reach him, but realize you only managed because he let you.

Sukuna grabs your hand again, grinning and bringing it to his mouth. You whimper helplessly as his tongue slides across the cut, the tip worming between the rended flesh of your palm.

He drops your hand roughly, licking his lips. You're biting your lip to keep from sobbing, looking at him in disbelief.

"Great," He sighs, "Now I gotta get you patched up," he snatches your wrist and drags you toward the front door, "But you were right, these count," he says, nodding down to his arm.

"…what?" You say, still dazed.

"Tch…means you can do your little baking show or whatever," he says.

You nod dully, feeling the pain of his grip turn to numbness.

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A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long! It took like 5 scrapped drafts before I had anything even remotely coherent :,) but anyway, thank you for reading!

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