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someone talk to me about bob reynolds.

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i talk like i’m heartless but i feel everything too much

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so..if i were to ever write for bob reynolds (after i knock out some of my yellowjackets WIPs), what are some things y’all WOULDNT wanna see in a fic about him? i see people talking about how he gets mischaracterized/borderline infantilized and i don’t wanna do that.

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i’m manic (i solved a plot hole that’s been haunting me since 2022. the ghosts are gone. the sun is out. i am unstoppable.)

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you can feel bob in your tummy | 18+

inspired by this (p link)

Bob is big. Whenever he’s inside you, your walls are stretched more than you’ve ever experienced before. He fills you out so nicely, every ridge and vein of his cock gliding along your walls. There’s a slight sting to it at first, but it vanishes with every new thrust.

His hands are holding onto your thighs, keeping them upright as he angles your hips up a little. He reaches deeper that way and you can almost feel him right against your cervix.

Bob’s hold on your thighs is strong. He feels every tremble running through you, eyes glued to where you’re both connected. Where his cock is covered in your arousal. Your moans are like music to his ears and he can’t hold back a groan that slips past his lips.

His thrusts are deep and calculated, watching your face contort with pleasure every time he buries himself to the hilt in you. Bob moves his hands to your ass, angling your hips a little higher as he brings your legs to rest on his shoulders.

That’s when he sees it. And you can feel it.

You can feel him so deeply inside you. It sends your eyes rolling back for a moment, a gasp slipping from your lips.

“Fuck,” Bob mumbles at the sight in front of him. There’s a bulge in your tummy and he can faintly see the outline of his cock. “Look at that,” he groans, thrusting into you again and he can’t take his eyes off the sight.

Your legs are trembling on his shoulders while he’s still holding them. Bob’s filling you out so nicely and the lewd sight in front of you, the bulge moving back and forth with every new thrust…

It pushes you closer to the edge, this new angle, the intensity of it all. When Bob speeds up his thrusts, it makes your walls clench around him.

His right hand leaves your thigh to ghost over the skin of your abdomen and you gasp when he presses down where he can see himself through your skin. A curse falls off your lips but it’s just another push to your climax. It’s approaching fast, your focus wandering as the pressure in your tummy builds and builds and it’s almost ready to snap.

Bob presses down on your tummy again, timing it with another deep thrust and that’s what sends you spiralling. Your legs shake around him as you moan his name, head falling back while your high washes over you.

Bob lets out a low moan too, but his thrusts don’t stop. He keeps looking at your face, then the bulge in your tummy and he knows he’s close. A few more thrusts, a few more curses of his lips and seeing you take him so deeply…

Your walls clench around him and that’s what sends him over the edge. He pushes his cock all the way in again, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as hot ropes of cum spill into you. And all he can do is stare at where you’re taking him so well.

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just so everyone knows this dark kermit meme isn’t actually dark kermit. the frog in the hood is kermit’s evil look-a-like constantine who escaped from a russian prison and had kermit arrested in his place. just saying… just letting you know… the voice in your head telling you to do bad things is actually an escaped russian convict

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Ava and Yelena:

Ava and Yelana the second John walks into the room:

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writers who make playlists before writing anything scare me. how are you setting a mood for something that doesn’t exist yet. are you conjuring it. are you a witch.

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for your yellowjackets au is it a holdovers au or a holdovers au with x reader? (either way I’m excited!)

hihi! i would most likely make it w an x reader because i Cannot in good conscience make the antler queen a man, LMAO. idk if i want angus as the hunter or the butcher tho 🤔

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so like…would anyone be genuinely interested in my holdovers/yellowjackets au? if so, send me some asks 👀

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broke: bob/yelena romantic v platonic discourse

woke: bob/reader/yelena fics

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John: What are we gonna do? Ride Bob?

The rest of the Thunderbolts, the audience members, and the AO3 writers:

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it is so fucked up that we've taught people that large noses/hooked noses are ugly because i think they're literally the most gorgeous features a person can have

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Shauna as the skeleton in Melissa’s closet, symbolising everything she’s been hiding and keeping suppressed, they kinda ate

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Sometimes it blows my mind that there are people that don’t wear glasses/contacts. Like they can literally see with no aid. Like they wake up and just be out here seeing. What a wild concept.

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oh so ur telling it's been Them since the start. it's been misty and nat the day misty took off her mask in the pilot and pushed her broken glasses up on her face and smiled. not bc she found power in the hunt or pleasure in the kill, the way we were meant to believe all the way back in s1, but bc she was able to help nat get away w the radio and find rescue. this is where the unwavering devotion starts. its like. nat is crowned leader in s2. misty kneels. nat punches misty when she finds out abt the transponder (and keeps the secret for 25 years) and in the wake of it? misty still fucking kneels. i feel insane.