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i think about this a lot like Sebastian is so GORGEOUS

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will not disagree

Concept: extremely sweet and caring guys that fuck you like an animal in heat.

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Confess it dirty

Confess it dirty Miles Miller (Bad Times at El Royale)

Summary: In which you made Miles confess in everything about El Royale, but he didn't only share the secrets beyond those mirrors in every room but also things he imagined while he was watching you on those. yet he didn't expect you to ask him to show you things in his mind.

Pairing: Miles Miller x reader!hotel clerk || fem!reader soft dom || Smut || One Shot ||

Warning: ! ! MDI / MDNI ! ! 🔞 18+ only Smut || Unprotected V in P || NSFW || Fem!Reader Receiving || Obsessive Behavior || Murder / Death / Drugs Mentions || No use of Y/N - Read responsibly.

Words Count: 3.8k

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El Royale, a place for those who are running away, for people who're hiding from the authorities, for people who just caught by the heavy rain or looking for a night to stay with no other options. Those are the only reasons why the place has guests, no other than that. Vacation? For fuck's sake, this place is a trash. It was not the place it was initially planned for, for those people who want to have fun, to get wasted and to lose money for gambling all night.

You were just lucky enough to get hired in this with enough salary for yourself, and maybe lucky to have a 'manager' who does most of the work around the hotel, Miles Miller, who appears older than you but doesn't look like. "We have guests in Room 3 and 5" You reported to him as he left the maintenance room where he usually stays. He nodded as he wore his uniform and wiped the sweat build up in his forehead, you can't blame, AC was not quite working for a while.

"Oh, great. uhmm would you mind doing me a favor?"

"Sure, unless money-related." You said which he just chuckled.

"I forgot to clean Room 1 and uhm I need to do a report for the management. Can you?" and he finally looks into your eyes. 

Miles was polite and gentle but weird at the same time. For an introvert, he shouldn't be placed in the frontdesk, maybe the reason why you were hired. You even introduce the hotel well and deliver it smoothly.

"Do I really need to move my arms high like that when saying 'You have the option to stay in the great state of California, or the great state of Nevada'?"

"No- no.. not really.. It's just me. I am bein-"

"Just kidding, Miles. I am just messing up with you."

Room 1 wasn’t exactly luxurious, but it had its own charm—especially in the design, made with newlyweds in mind. You’d made the right choice of taking off your coat, though your shirt still clung with the heat and effort of cleaning. At least the tub was the only thing left untouched.

You locked the room so you could be alone and enjoy the room for a small borrowed time. 

The mirrors in the rooms were for the VIPs that the management asked Miles to watch or film with but he's thankful for having this. He only wants to watch you since he's not brave enough to do it in front of you, but it was not in the plan to see you undressing yourself. 

Miles was just right on time to watch you strip off your clothes. "Oh Lord, forgive me." He murmured to himself. 

Miles stepped closer to the mirror, his gaze tracing every curve of your bare form as you slipped into the tub. You faced the glass, lost in the warm, cozy glow of the room—unaware of the eyes fixed on you from beyond the walls. He tried, at first, to look away, to calm the heat building low in his body. But then he saw your hand drift between your legs. He couldn’t see exactly where your fingers went—yet he knew. And that knowing was enough to undo him and open the speakers to hear your melody.

His hands involuntarily undo his belt and go down under his boxers to grab his thing, stroking it the same time your fingers went inside you. He'd done bad things but this is different, it is something not forced him to do, things he wanted and he desires. He listens to your moans like it tickles his ears. He wishes to help you out there and maybe use him instead of those fingers of yours. Miles jerked his hips as he saw you getting more tense in there, he knew you're near since your voice are getting louder and louder. "F-fuck... this is way better than those meth." He whispered to himself. In a few more strokes, he came all over his pants. "Oh shit this is my last clean uniform pants." You were already relaxing in the tub while catching your breath the same as he does.

"Ow nice shorts. We have new uniforms now?" You teased him when he came out from his hideout. He just looked down and smiled but seemed like hiding something. "No, it's just uhm got ketchup in my last clean pants." Yes, ketchup it is. He says internally.

The rest of that day was normal for you, Miles used to hide things from everyone, what happened earlier was nothing new to hide.

The place was lucky enough if there were 5 people/pairs staying overnight, but most of the days were only 1-2 rooms occupied. You considered both of you as overstaff for this low sale place. Miles said you shouldn't worry about it but more on maintaining the place clean. The only thing you think making this place still running was money laundering by some politicians or big businessman out there, none of your business tho.

You took a pie from its shelf and served it in front of Miles in the bar stool. "You can't eat that here, this is for guests only." You didn't listen but only inserted a good portion of the pie to his mouth which he chewed right away. "That's one, you need to-" another spoon to make him shut. 

"You know what, you are too obedient on an almost submissive level, Miles." You point him out using the spoon. "Oh please, don't talk when you are chewing something." and you didn't listen to him. 

"I am just wondering if you are a gay or virgin." 

"No, I am not."

"Not what?"

"Any of those?" He answered while looking in the glass he was wiping off and trying to meet your glances. "So you hook up a guest before?" You asked.

"No, not ever.... never in any girl." He said trying to be embarrassed but what he got from you was a big gasp.

"You are gay then- but it's fine I accept you."

"Wait no! I am not gay, and- and I am not virgin. idevirginizedmyselfusingmyownhands."

"That's not counted, you idiot. that ain't body count. You are still a virgin, being gay is way better."

"Why are we discussing about me being inexperienced?"

After some weeks, Miles lets you use an empty room since he needs to do pest control in your room. You did make yourself comfortable in bed after changing to your nighties. 

You were lucky enough that Miles was not strictly manager and even proactively offered you to use the rooms. but even before, you find the room really strange. You are used to shaking it off and just ignoring it.

In more than 3months working here, you haven't got time to hook up with anyone, a guest or maybe someone nearby a hotel. You were just only being satisfied by touching yourself.

It was worth waiting for Miles even if it made him awake till midnight. He watches you again playing with yourself and listening to your sound. This time he got a better view of you while laying in the bed. Those fingers could be his dick going back and forth of you, that's the image playing in his mind while watching you doing the same rhythm. 

Maybe the meth boosted his desires, but he wanted to taste you and every part of you. He leaned his forehead in the glass while his hand was wrapped around his shaft and following the same phase as you do. But then, his nails accidentally scratch into the glasses that made a squeak sound that can be heard in the room. 

You are hundred percent sure that the sound you heard was coming from the mirror. You observe the mirror first before stepping closer to it. You tilt your head and poke the mirror. No gaps in between the reflections.

Miles froze the moment you rose from the bed, your eyes narrowing toward the faint sound in the room. His breath hitched as you stepped closer to the mirror—the one that separated you from him. He instinctively backed away, every muscle tight, watching as you raised a single finger and pressed it against the glass… testing. Searching. But finding no gap. 

He bolted from the room, bursting out from the maintenance room—only to find you stepping in at the exact same moment.

"Miles..."

"Yes..." He was blocking the door using his body.

"Move" You were firm but he still insist

"R-restricted area" He did a visible gulp, You pushed him aside and opened the door. He even tried to stop you but you continued to walk through the hallway and walls. It finally leads you in to where it answers your question. Not only about the noise you heard but also how strange this place was.

The two-way mirror explained everything—not just the creeping eyes on guests, but the whispers about killings and disappearances after a stay at El Royale. Miles stood at the end of the hallway, eyes glassy, shame and guilt written across his face.

“So it was you?” you asked.

“I just… couldn’t help it,” he murmured, gaze fixed on the floor.

“And the killings? The missing people?”

Silence. Only a tear slipping down his cheek.

“I thought so.”

Been a week since what happened. You're still surprised that you are still there, working and catering guests despite knowing it. But ever since you knew about the two way mirror, Miles rarely went there.

You barely talk to him, only work stuff. No personal talking or teasing around him. It's killing him, it's killing Miles. There's a lot of time he tries to talk to you but you just ignore him, and some part of you doesn't also want this silent treatment you are giving him.

Another usual day of few guests in the hotel, You were focused on cleaning a room when you heard someone stepped inside the room. "Hey..." No other than Miles.

"Hey..." You replied without looking at him.

"Can I talk to you right now?" He asked with his hands at his back playing with his fingers to ease his anxiety.

"We are. What do you need, Miles?"

"I actually don't know. All I wanted was to talk to you and make things for you. I guess?" He said.

"I am listening"

He nodded and stepped forward. "I don't know where to start actually haha"

You faced him and sat on the edge of the bed with arms crossed. "Maybe start by confessing" He nods and clears his throat. "I've been here for many years now, and even before I've done bad things in my life.... but God knows how I want to change, maybe it was too bad that I can't change any more." He paused while trying not to fall any tears.

"But I... I was just following what they told me to do. All of the terrible things I've done was not my choice. It was ordered to do. Believe me. I don't want to do anything that the management requests, it wasn't even a request, it was a command which I need to comply with."

"Miles.."

"I know, I know. I may be the worst person you have ever met. My hands are full of blood than you could ever think. I want to change. Believe me."

You indeed believe him, you have read everything in the files he was hiding under his crooked bed, everything, from the list of names to what have done to them and even where they were buried, and you also knew his regrets as you also saw the diary he has. 

But you won't go easy on him. "Is that so?"

"Yes, that's all. Believe me. I want none of that stuff I did." He can't lose you, not because of the desire he has on you but because you were the only one who made him comfortable, no other than you ever since he started working in El Royale.

You walked on to his back and made him face the mirror with your hands on his shoulders. "You haven't confess everything"

"I did. If you want to know every detail, I h-have a record in my room."

“Yes, I’ve seen it already—but there’s nothing in there that says to watch me without my knowledge. Did management tell you to do that?” you asked, your reflection meeting him in the mirror.

He glanced at you through the mirror, your eyes locked on each other, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts. “I… I—” The words caught in his throat, dying. "Miles, words.." You whispered to his ears.

"Watching you in the mirror was the only thing I did that was not ordered by the m-management. It is something I want." His lips were shaking, and he even tried to look away but his eyes didn't leave yours while in front of the mirror. "What are you thinking then?"

"I badly want to watch you, and and I can't do that while I am with you or when we are together in the lobby. I just wanted to see you, but I exceed more to your privacy." Your hand went to his head and gripped to his hair making him look directly to the mirror. "What are you thinking while watching me?" Your dominance gave him a different type of sensation that he could feel down his spines.

"I wanted to lay my hands on you and touch you, m-maybe give you some kisses." You slightly pushed his head and gripped more in his hair. You know he was lying and the message was understood by the boy.

"It's true! I want my hand on you... and maybe to trace your skin with my nose and take all your scent. God. I want to join you making noises in this room while I'm on you. Those- those fingers I want to replace with my cock."

"You are driving me crazy ever since you got in here and I can't get you out of my mind even for a day." He bit his lip, almost in disbelief at the words spilling from his mouth. You made him face you while your hand was still in the back of his head. "For a quiet, polite and Christian, I didn't expect you to have that dirty thoughts." His cheeks turned red from embarrassment.

"Now let's see what you got, Miles. Kiss me."

"What?" He was caught off guard with what he heard

"I said, Kiss me Miles."

"No no no, I don't want to make you feel forced. I am not asking you to do so."

"Shut the fuck up Miles and just kiss me." It doesn't need to repeat again to follow you. It felt like you stole his kisses as how tense his muscles feel, but eventually his brows relaxed and kissed you full of senses. Miles indeed took the moment till you moved away which he even tried to chase.

"Why?" half open eyes were drooling on you while his hands were in your forearms. You didn't respond but only pushed him and made sit on the edge of the bed. "Glad you know how to lock the door." You said while standing in front of him.

He was looking up at you with mouth open as you tie up your hair. It may look like a normal nervous guy but he is screaming inside. "You might want to get loose of those clothes." You said which it immediately did. He obediently removes his coat without looking away, same does to his inside shirt which he manages to undo all of the bottom, leaving the boxers on. 

While still looking up at you, He watch you remove your clothes leaving underwear on. "Just being fair. You left yours boxers on, I'll be on my undies then."

"No no no, I'll remove it" Before he could move, You sat on his lap and put your arms around his neck. "Shhh. Don't be impatient, Miles." You gave a peck in the side of his lip before tracing his jaw line up to his earlobe. It wasn't hard to look for his soft spots as you can hear him whimper when your lips reached the back of his ear. a hand was in your waist and the other gripping in your thighs while you are managing your weight on top of him trying not to get close to his crotch because you know he'll lose it.

You were lost in your work against his neck, and though he tried, half-heartedly, to push you away, he eventually gave in. A low, warm sound slipped from him as you claimed the spot as yours on his neck. "The guest will see it." He murmured. "Let them." Your response.

You went back to his lips which he gladly welcomed. He starts to roam his hands in your body and tries to take every spot, not leaving anything untouched. "Why don't you detail to me things you imagined?" He stopped in the mid of going down to your chest. His jaw slightly clenched as he looked at you,"Like I said, I trace your skin with my nose so I could take your scent. You're addictive, You don't know what it means to me."

"Alright then, You need to promise to me you'll be good boy and I'll let you do those while telling it to me." He nodded while looking straight to your eyes, sincerity is visible.

He guides you in the waist to lay down while he goes on top of you, states to you like a rare gem "You were more beautiful on this view than what I imagined." He started kissing your neck with his soft lips and indeed did take your smell as he never left a spot unsmelled. He took time in your breast while squeezing face in-between it. 

"Fuck, I can't take it anymore, it hurts to keep" His eyes was pleading you, but you wanted to hear everything. "Be patient, Miles. You still have things to tell me."

He continued anyways even his frustration are visible in his brows. He sat down to look at you below him before leveling his head to your stomach. "I always wonder if you will resist me or not, that's what I imagined." He said before taking off your undies using his teeth and before you say a word, he was able to spread your legs wide and started to take you with his mouth. "No, Miles! Fuck! Get up here you little fuck!" The combination of his strong grip and the way it weakens you makes you unable to pull him up. He was looking at you while his mouth continued working in your clit.

It didn't take him much time before inserting his tongue on you. He doesn't even flinch when you are trying to resist, but then it hits something inside, tables turn now and doesn't want him to stop. "Miles, I'm near, I am fucking near. Shit!" but then he stops.

"You maniac" Your eyes are squinting on him "Sorry... It went out of hand, but I wanted you to finish on my cock.." He sat in between your legs and took off the last piece he is wearing, letting his cock spring free which is poking your tummy. Huge, hard yet soft. It doesn't need any help in lubing it since there's enough amount of pre-cum on it. He positioned himself at your entrance and looked at you, his jaw was clenching while his eyes were asking for permission and within a second he filled you up. "Fuck, not that whole!" You screamed out.

He buried his face in your neck, "I've always imagined how you would react once I fill you up in whole. It's so worth it." He says and even continues pushing through. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, forgive me, I can't stop." His desire was driving him and making him unable to stop. Your moans combined with his and with the sound of slapping skin are the only ones heard in the entire room. In a few couple thrust, You were able to adjust. The slight pain turns to pleasure. You were now asking for more, so he did obey. 

"The day I saw you touching yourself, I can't help but to imagine how- how would it feel like if my shaft you are using instead." He was licking your earlobe while whispering it. "T-that day, I badly want to join you in the tub so you can use my dick instead of your fingers. I imagine helping you with your needs." recalling it triggers him to add more pressure in his thrusts. 

"I stroke myself the same pace you did to yourself, but it would always be better than the fantasies in my head. Isn't it?" He took one of your leg and put it in his shoulder which gave him a better position in thrusting you and even made it feel tighter. You can't help but to make noises and call out his name. "Fuck Miles"

"I believe you are" He chuckled but not long when you squeezed the walls around his shaft "D-don't. Don't do that ohh."

He let go of your legs but he grabbed your waist to help him counter with his thrust. That helps you to feel more the sensation. Something building up inside. It needed some push, or some focus to reach. Miles was doing a great job in hitting a good spot. You can feel that you are at the edge and peak, and at any moment soon. "Miles! There! Y-you got it. Please!" He obeys you but he was also close too and he can't do it inside.

"Miles! Holy shit!" You continue moaning out his name as he continues hitting your spot as you reach your climax. His lips were shaking, "A-are you done? Because I can't keep this, I need to-" right on time when he took out his dick and released it all in your stomach. 

He dropped his back beside you and stared at the ceilings only. No one moves and no one speaks. He cannot believe it happened and he did it with you. He wanted to say anything or more on apology but he can't state any words, but when he finally got the will to speak to you, you were already sleeping. 

He stares at your faces and tucks the hair covering it to the back of your ear. “You’re not going anywhere else, not outside El Royale, not without me”

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CATCH-22 (2019) - Lewis Pullman as Major Major Major Major

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Vigilante / Adrian Chase - Peacemaker Icons Profile Pics

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fuck that horse I'll ride the rider

Riding competition with Rhett but I am riding him instead

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how about vig fic next????

since season 2 is coming I'm open for request

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mask stays on during s*x

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❝𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐁𝐨𝐛.❞ 𝐕𝐈: 𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

ʳᵒᵇᵉʳᵗ "ᵇᵒᵇ" ʳᵉʸⁿᵒˡᵈˢ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Summary: Bob introduces you as his newlywed wife—the two of you fresh in a new town, a new house, ready to build the quiet, happy life you always dreamed of. Everything seems to fall perfectly into place: the marriage, the home, the welcoming community. But that peace begins to crack the moment you notice something off about a few new neighbors—faces a little too familiar to him. The Thunderbolts.

And now, you'll do whatever it takes to keep Bob yours. No matter what.

Pairing: Bob Floyd x fem!reader

!Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Angst | Mystery | Slowburn? - Marriage / manipulation / character dying / Chaos Magic / no usage of Y/N / kidnapping /

Word Count: 2.2k || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

“Can’t you just stay? Bucky and Yelena’s coming there anyways.” He was sitting on the edge of your bed while watching you pack your stuff for a mission. “You that I can’t, Bob. This is important.” You said. You’ll be missing again for approximately a month for a mission with the other member but not Bob. 

It has been over half a year since both of you saw each other secretly but none of you named it. All you have are promises and dreams to fulfill. Bob wasn’t the kind of guy who lit fireworks in your chest or took you on whirlwind adventures that left you breathless. He wasn’t chaos or drama or dizzying highs. He was slow mornings and warm coffee, a steady hand carrying your groceries, quiet love notes read aloud while secretly cuddling at night up in blankets. Little soft things.

It was never overwhelming, but it was never lacking either. Just enough to feel safe. Just enough to feel like maybe—this is what peace is supposed to look like.

“Who knows? Maybe it will be less than a month.” You said while putting your clothes that he carefully folded for you. “Yep, or maybe longer.” He answered under his breath.

“Bob..” You calls him out

“I know I know, sorry. I just- It’s a month long. You know I miss you already. We had plans that were already moved, then now there’s no exact date till when I’ll wait.” Bob almost threw tantrums like a whining kid. You stand in front of him and hold his face. “Look at me, Bob.” He didn’t. “Bob..” He doesn’t want to show his teary eyes but he did look up at you, blinking away those build up tears in his eyes. “This isn’t easy for either of us, and I hope you understand that. But we have to see this mission through—there are people out there who need us. I’m doing this for them… and for us.” Your hand gently runs to his hair. You made him look straight at you by holding both of his face. “When it’s over, we’ll have more time—real time. We’ll chase those dreams we talked about. We’ll get that house we always wanted. The one we’ll build together and decide how our life will go through.” 

Your forehead rests on his while his eyes are shut. “Let’s not make this hard for both of us, okay?” and he nodded in response. “You promise we will settle after this?” he asked, his voice barely holding itself together and seeking assurance from you. You smiled at him before leaning to his soft lips. Pure, Gentle, Tender. He was not good in words but he can tell you things to you through action like the way his lips move on yours was a way of telling how bad he wanted you to stay and how he will miss you. “I promise, Bob.”

John, Alexie, and Bob stood at the helipad, watching the helicopter disappear into the sky—with you, Yelena, Ava, and Bucky inside. Bob knew he could finish missions half timeframe than what is given but it could also compromise and make it longer if the darker took over him instead, the reason why he doesn’t get involved in some task which ends up being assigned to you instead.

Days, Weeks and over a month. Updates were consistent but it was mostly a maximum of 4 times a day only. Bob knew it would take longer than expected when the mission extended to a week. Total of a month and half when you went back from the mission, but he stopped receiving updates from you a week before you came back. If John didn’t tell Bob, he wouldn’t know that you went back already from the mission. 

Instead of wasting time doing nothing, he poured every spare moment into sorting through the papers—the ones tied to the future you both kept dreaming about. Most of it was for the house, the one you’d one day call home. “Insurance for us? Nah,” he’d mutter with a half-smile, like the house itself was the promise. Sometimes he found himself smiling while remembering how detailed you are about settling down. From the neighborhood you wanted to be part of, things you wanted to try together and even places you want to go as a tourist and to do a mission. He never realized until you that being a normal person, with normal problems, could feel like a dream worth chasing too.

In the conference room, four of you were debriefing about the mission. Bucky tries to remain calm but he can’t hide how disappointed he was to the mission which he considered as failed. “They were collateral damage, Bucky.” Ava trying to descalate. Because of miscalculations in the event that happened, it resulted in the loss of many lives. 

It was none of your intention to disregard or ignore Bob, but your mind was filled up with the mistakes made in the mission. You opened your room’s door to see who was knocking on it. “Bob…” He has a tray of food in his hand for you which you gladly welcome inside the room. “John told me you all just came, I thought maybe you haven’t eaten yet.” He smiled. 

“I’m sorry…” You started with an apology. “I forgot to message you about our arrival. It’s just, things went messy when we were about to complete the mission, That’s why.” You don’t know how you would tell Bob what happened in the mission, You were mostly blaming yourself. He walked over and rested his hands on your arms, tracing slow, lingering strokes along your skin—each one saying more than words ever could. “I know you’d said enough sorry today, You need to take some rest.” 

Failure hunts you every night but it drives you to make everything perfect. Day and Night. You exceed more time in researching and even training yourself to polish your skills. Somewhere along the way, without meaning to, you begin to set aside the things you once promised to both of you before the mission began. And Bob waits. He truly does. He pushes himself to the edge of his patience, of his quiet understanding, just to stand by while you chase the perfection you think you need. “How about let’s try the new cafe just blocks away, what do you think?” Bob offered hoping you could take it since it would take much of your time to go in there.

Bob was not perfect and was not even good in putting what he wanted to say into words, but he will make you feel the comfort you needed. Things about him made you choose to be settled as normal people and blend into the community as a normal citizen. 

“Please, Bob. Not now.” It wasn’t irritated but more of a tired response to him which he just nodded it away. You just knew he was disappointed when you felt the silence from him. “Bob…”

“No. It’s fine.” He bitterly smiled. “By the way, the house was ready, but if we won’t settle it tomorrow we might lose it….” he said while his head down playing with his hands.

“Tomorrow?! Seriously? Why- why you did not say it to me early-” You are close to shouting at him. Of course, that house meant everything. That's the starting point of settling down together. “I did. Almost everyday.” He said before walking out from the room. There was no way you could settle every paper until tomorrow, and that’s when it hit you. You forgot. All of this—every mission, every sleepless night—was supposed to lead to early retirement. For him. For both of you.

You woke up the next morning with swollen eyes and aching head but the good smell of coffee from the kitchen motivates you to get off your bed. Yelena knew how devastated you are these days, she probably did make breakfast. As you stepped to the kitchen, a familiar board shoulder in a large sweater was making coffee. You froze and were unable to move or speak. He was the only one you were thinking of. It was such a relief to see him in perfect condition making all your worries gone. “Darling, You’re awake.” His lips formed a smile as he saw you. 

That was the last time you saw Bob, you were looking for him for the whole week but he was nowhere. That was the only thing you did. No investigation, no briefing, no training. This time it was all about him, again. “Let me make it right for us, Bob.” was the last message you sent to him before falling asleep, heart aching quietly in the space he used to fill. 

“I made breakfast, want to join me?” You nodded, trying not to let any tears fall. He moves confidently with no worries in anything, he doesn't make you feel bad and even like nothing happened to either of you. He puts food on your plate and pours coffee into your mug. You watched him but had no guts to look at his eyes. You finally looked at him when he sat in front of you. “Anything you need, Darling?”

“I need, I need to say sorry, Bob.” You said and he just smiled and reached your hand. While caressing it using his thumb “We are not going to start breakfast with that, Darling, but to let you know, I understand.”

“I just wanted you to know how sorry I am for making bad decisions and letting my emotions take over, making the important thing about us disregarded. But, I want to make it right…” smile never left his face while listening to you. His hand left your hand to hold your face. “It will be alright, Sweetie.” 

“But for now, I want our tummy to be full. Can we?” You knew he will forgive you but also it was not an open invitation for you to do it again. You are so lucky to have him.

You start to eat the breakfast he made. It feels different to eat together in the dining room, like it wasn’t hiding in each other’s room anymore. “Where are the others?” You asked. “Val calls them, I guess?” Bob replied as he ate right beside you.

“By the way, the coffee was great. It was from Milan Italy. I brew it myself, how was it?” He asked.

“Oh really? Haven’t tried yet, let me check.” You said and took the mug. You felt his hand land softly in your thigh. Once in your life you felt safe and secured. “Mmmm it was great. I kinda want this everyday.” You said.

“If you said so then.” he chuckles. “It actually tastes different every time you sip it.” Bob instructed which you obey and even took till its last drop. “Good girl” he murmured while drooling into you. 

“Bob, your words. Someone might walk it- oh shit” another headache strikes but way more painful than what you have when you woke up.

“You know I’d do anything… even if heaven and earth stood against us,” he murmured, the back of his hand trailing gently down your cheek. “But what I never saw coming,” he paused, eyes dark with hurt, “was you being the one to turn it all away, Sweetie.”

Bob opens the back seat door of the car and stares at you which is still unconscious. He never thought this was the way he would bring you to the dream house he bought for you. He fixed the hair covering your face before carrying you upstairs where everything was prepared already.

“I love you, I do. However, my patience was tested well, and I couldn’t wait any longer.” that is when you fell which he was able to catch you in his arms. “Promises will be fulfilled.”

He made you settle in the bed before turning on every equipment needed. 

✓ 𝙸 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜.

✓ 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑-𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.

✓ 𝙸 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

✓ 𝙸 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

✓ 𝙸 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗-𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚞��𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕-𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.

“Welcome Mr. & Mrs. Reynolds” a banner was the first thing Bob saw as he opened his eyes.  His hand ached from the weight of the hardshell suitcase he didn’t remember picking up—pain sharp and sudden. but all of it faded when he saw you in that dress and neat white gloves linking to his arm. He knew he should play his part in the simulation and be the husband of you which he always wanted to be. “So…”

“what do you think, sweetheart?”

“It is perfect, just like you”

A/N: Should I still continue this trash? Part 7? hahaha

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fuck emo phobias, I'll smash that.

Omg… they’re playing my chemical romance! Nicole you know im scared of emos!

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Lewis Pullman in Bob

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jasmine ๋ ࣭⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

̗̀➛ ＭＡＳＴＥＲＬＩＳＴ

Lewis Pullman

Robert "Bob" Reynolds | Thunderbolts - Marvel

"What we can't avoid" In which anyone can freely enter the void and see more of Bob’s shame rooms / past memories he cannot even recall. Thunderbolts kept him in the headquarters while is undergoing therapy so only few will know whenever he is having episodes that could open the void. Genre/Warning: Dystopian / trauma / schizophrenic 

"𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐁𝐨𝐛" Based on movie: Don't Worry, Darling (2022) Bob introduces you as his newlywed wife—the two of you fresh in a new town, a new house, ready to build the quiet, happy life you always dreamed of. Everything seems to fall perfectly into place: the marriage, the home, the welcoming community.

Genre: Fluff | Smut | Mystery

➵ Part I: Bob

➵ Part II: Sentry

➵ Part III: Void

➵ Part IV: Simulation

➵ Part V: Flashbacks

➵ Part VI: Robert

Robert "Bob" Floyd | Topgun Maverick

In progress: Sunshine

Freedie Storma

In progress: Mess In which Adrian knew a way to find the soft spot on that hard rock heart Genre: Fluff

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❝𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐁𝐨𝐛.❞ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐕: 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬

ʳᵒᵇᵉʳᵗ "ᵇᵒᵇ" ʳᵉʸⁿᵒˡᵈˢ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Summary: Bob introduces you as his newlywed wife—the two of you fresh in a new town, a new house, ready to build the quiet, happy life you always dreamed of. Everything seems to fall perfectly into place: the marriage, the home, the welcoming community. But that peace begins to crack the moment you notice something off about a few new neighbors—faces a little too familiar to him. The Thunderbolts.

And now, you'll do whatever it takes to keep Bob yours. No matter what.

Pairing: Bob Floyd x fem!reader

!Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Fluff | Smut | Mystery | Slowburn? - Marriage / Oral / Praise Kink / Unprotected do / Kidn*p / manipulation / character dying / Chaos Magic / no usage of Y/N

A/N: I went too far with the details since this is what I was actually expecting from the movie. But they didn’t explain or elaborate further on Jack's POV. so enjoy!

+ srsly i dont know how many part this will have since I am keeping it 2k words per part. Let me know your thoughts

Word Count: 2.2k || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

After a year being stuck with him the two of you became inseparable, mostly him. Bob knew he couldn’t be away from you anymore—being without you would break everything he was. You are the foundation of what he is.

It wasn’t a big deal having him around; sure, he followed you almost everywhere, checked on you constantly, never too far behind. But he never took up space. He was more like your shadow—always there, quiet, steady, never in the way… just close enough to feel like home.

This 30 year old ass feels like a teenager whenever he is with you. He never knew his life would age backward when he joined the team, but it was all because of you. “I made you hot chocolate” He said while carefully placing the cup in front of you. 

“Where’s mine?” John asked

“I think there’s still some left in the kitchen—you can check, Walker,” Bob replied, already settling into the seat beside you, “Didn’t I ask first…?” John mumbled to himself, confused, as he headed off to the kitchen anyway.

“Thank you Bob, you don’t have to.” You said, your shoulders slumping as you rubbed at your aching back. You were exhausted after the long mission that Val gave to you, you consider yourself lucky to have survived it. Now you all wanted to be in your comfortable sleeping clothes with your soft slippers on, plus the hot chocolate Bob made. “So how are you?” 

“I am totally doing great in here.” He proudly said to you even in the back of his mind he recalls almost triggering void “I’m so fucked up when you are not around…”

“That’s great to hear…” You placed your hand in his face and tucked the hair to the back of his ears. “I’m always proud to hear you’re fine… Please do it for yourself, not for anyone else, understand?” He only nodded, trying to resist the urge to pull your hands to his face, to hold on a little longer. He missed you, missed every small gesture, every quiet comfort you used to give. Before he could pull your hands to his cheek, you gently placed them on his forearm, giving a soft squeeze.

“So what’s Bobby doing these past weeks?— aside from the dishes, because we both know what is given.” 

“Well.. let me think.. Of course- therapy, other chores in here and especially everyday Alexie’s offer to get wasted with him.” Bob’s eyes were everywhere while explaining.

“That dipshit old man, never get tired.— oh have you gone to my room? I left it tsk messy before I went to the assignment and there was no dust when I came back last night.” Of course he did, almost everyday. That is a way to not miss you that bad. Your scent relieves him, it comforts him which often makes him fall asleep in your bed with the same sheet you sleep on. All he wanted is for you to relax once you get home from your mission. He cleaned almost every corner of your room. “No, I haven’t. Maybe Yelena did.” Really? Yelena? He cursed to himself.

He often stays in your room doing nothing but laying down in your bed and scrolling on his phone- or maybe reading a book he randomly picked from your shelves. Bob never told you any of this. He didn’t want you to think he liked you like that—not when he was quietly surviving off the little pieces of you left behind when you are gone. But you knew. You always knew.

By night, you invited him to watch a movie in your room. Bob never came empty handed, without asking him to prepare a bowl of popcorn for the both of you. He is still in his huge sweater and pants which cover 120% of his body. 

He was sitting next to you in your bed but there was still given space in between, a boundary he was afraid to cross. It wasn’t because you two are friends but because he thinks he has nothing to show nor to give even if he'd done everything he has for you. “I asked Yelena, she said she never went here.” You said before looking at Bob. “and?” Bob asked while pretending to be busy picking up the best popcorn from the bowl.

“Meaning, she didn’t clean my room…” 

“Ohh.. Didn’t she hire someone?” He looks at you for a second before looking down again to the bowl in his lap. “Mmm you got a point, haven’t asked her.” that was a relief for him.

“But…” 

“Why does your body wash in my bathroom?” He’s so dead. “Also, why does your hair smell the same as my shampoo?”

“What? Haha my bodywash? I bought 2 of them and gave you the other one, same as the shampoo, c-can’t you recall?” He answers you but you only smile at him.

“Make sense hmm…. But why is your fingerprint inside of my drawer…?” 

Now, he was cornered—like something inside him had died. He wasn’t supposed to look at you, he told himself that, but the moment his eyes met yours, he couldn’t look away anymore. You watched his lips tremble like how his breathing does, he swallowed hard before the mouth opened to say, “I’m so sorry” You knew long ass dialogue was coming.

“I didn’t mean to—I mean, I did, but I didn’t—” he stumbled over his words, his voice barely keeping up with his thoughts. “I knew you’d be exhausted from your mission, and I didn’t want to get in your way—so I thought maybe… maybe the only thing I could do was help make things feel a little less stressful when you got back. So I cleaned your room. That’s it. Nothing else.” He paused, visibly flustered. “I didn’t sleep in here— maybe I did for a few nights but I organized everything— I fell asleep after cleaning your room and— and that’s all. I didn’t touch your sheet because maybe you’ll like these sheets since you know yourscentwasrelaxing somaybeitdidsamethingtoyou likeitdoestome—”

“Bob” He stopped and looked at you again. “We both know it is not about cleaning my room or staying in here, it is more than that.”

“What do y-you mean? I didn’t steal anything, maybe I used your shampoo— shit okay okay I did use your shampoo because it is so sweet? But but—” 

“Bob… was it really because it had a sweet scent?”

“Yes.. It is.” His eyes were locked on your eyes which were inches away from him. “And… It smells like you— but please don’t think I am stalking you or creeping out on you. I just like your scent around— I don’t want you to think that—”

You cut off all of the words by sealing his lips with a kiss. He froze—completely still, like his mind couldn’t quite catch up with what was happening. It was as if time stuttered around him, everything pausing in that one breathless moment. You waited for him to respond but he did nothing. Disappointment, that’s what you felt in the few seconds leaning on him. You were about to move away when his hand went to your face and the other one went to your nape to pull you closer and deepen the kiss.

It finally sank in for Bob—all the tension, the worry, the weight he’d been carrying seemed to snap and dissolve all at once. The way his lips moved in yours was like a confession of everything felt for you. “Bob…” You're breathless but he wasn’t done. He pulled you towards him and sealed your lips once again. 

While your lips never left his, You managed to sit on his lap. Hands were running on those curly hair and the other hand was caressing his arm back and forth “I should have cleaned your room before..” He murmured in between the kisses. “Don’t take the credit, I should have kissed you before..” 

“So are we still friends?” He asked while drooling in your lips. “Friends don’t kiss like this, do they?” You asked.

“Maybe some…” He answered and then looked at you on top of him. “..but I don't think they don’t sit in their laps.”

“Yeah, that’s what I am talking about” You said before claiming his lips again. His lips went off your lips to your face and down to your neck where he explored that exposed skin. He never knew that there was a part of him that would love touching your neck with his lips but then he paused. “Oh god- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be touchy to you.” He doesn’t want you to think this is what he only wanted from you. “Really, Bob?”

You knew he will explain it further but to cut the speech you pushed him down to lie down in your bed which he was about to protest, “Shut the fuck Bob and just kiss me.” and he did obey your order. While he can’t still believe it is happening, he was doing great on his part. You knew he was yapper when he’s with you but you hadn’t expected this kind of vocal, not as your lips trailed across his skin. 

He was chanting your name with curses on it. “Oh fuck.. I couldn’t- couldn’t last long if you keep doing that.” Bob said when you start rubbing yourself against the tent on his pants. Once again you found his lips. Both of you were impatient, pushing you to have the urge to undress yourselves. Bob copied you and immediately removed his sweater exposing those soft skin you always wonder how it feels like to touch. You were already in your undies but it seems like he is hesitant in undoing his pants. “Backing out now, Big boy?” You asked. 

“No, it’s just- it's been a while. This will be first after serum. I’m afraid I might disappoint you or hurt you?” He confessed. You leaned down to him and ran your fingers to his hair. “You can’t hurt me, Bob, believe me. We’ll take it slow.” your assurance was a comfort that hugs his chest. You always made him feel everything’s alright, that he shouldn’t worry about anything.

You helped him to undo his pants while giving him small kisses everywhere and finally he freed himself. Thick and lengthy, it curved slightly downward—but it was the veins, prominent and pulsing, that caught your eye most. “Please don’t stare at it.” His ears were redder than usual. “Oh my dear Bob, You should be proud of it.”

He was afraid to touch your skin more than those safe spots, but when you asked him to unclasp and slip off your underwear, he obeyed—carefull like he was handling something sacred. Bob gasped when your hand found its way to his thing and wrapped around it,  feeling like every blood in his body rushes down there. You wasted no time and lined him to the entry and sat on it slowly. Taking him inch by inch till you reached the base of it. He was left there buried in the pillow with mouth wide open. You didn’t mind how hard he was gripping into your hips, but the twitches he made inside you. It fills you up, there was no part left unreached by him. 

He finally got the confidence to take over. Bob effortlessly switches your place without moving off you. His hips move straight towards you and his lips copy the way you move against him. He even encouraged you to pull his hand, he wanted to feel you more, he wanted to know your thoughts, he wanted to know how you feel when he is filling you up. “You know what— I think I might tell you sooner that— that you have a special place in my heart oh shit and— no, not just a special place, I am already nothing without you. Half a month, I feel like— fuck I feel like losing myself when you are not around. I don’t like I just like you, I love you already.”

“You love me that much huh”

“Yes, I do.”

You caught his lips and claimed it like you already owned it. Hands on his back and pulling him closer to make him deep even though it was already hitting the back of your walls. “Fuck Bob, you’re doing so fucking great.” Your praises on him boost him more to make the thrusts harder. 

“I’m so close” He whispers to you. “Oh shit s-should I take it outside?”

“Oh Bob— shit— no no I’m safe. Just— fuck wait I’m near. You’re in the right spot holy fuck” Lips met each other as both of you getting into the edge, You knew you have something for Bob but didn’t expect it will went this far, this far of chasing your spot with continuous steady thrusts on you. “Bob.. Bob! Fuck Robert! Please..” Your mind went black but only feels the pleasure of the climax you just reached and Bob came right after you as you felt warm fluid inside. 

He was breathless when dropped on top of you. “You made me wait over a year to have this. I hate you…”

He chuckles, “...and I love you”

“Fuck Bob, don’t laught— it moves inside.”

“Oh sorry sorry.”

UPCOMING: Part VI

Taglist: @tavora8 @iceyyycapsicle @lewispullsman let me know your theories

if u see this part, i can't believe ur really reading my shit. Thank you anyways

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❝𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐁𝐨𝐛.❞ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐕: 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

ʳᵒᵇᵉʳᵗ "ᵇᵒᵇ" ʳᵉʸⁿᵒˡᵈˢ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Summary: Bob introduces you as his newlywed wife—the two of you fresh in a new town, a new house, ready to build the quiet, happy life you always dreamed of. Everything seems to fall perfectly into place: the marriage, the home, the welcoming community. But that peace begins to crack the moment you notice something off about a few new neighbors—faces a little too familiar to him. The Thunderbolts.

And now, you'll do whatever it takes to keep Bob yours. No matter what.

Pairing: Bob Floyd x fem!reader

!Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Fluff | Smut | Mystery | Slowburn? - Marriage / Oral / Praise Kink / Unprotected do / Kidn*p / manipulation / character dying / Chaos Magic

A/N: hmmm should I continue to part 5? wdyt? + watch out for the flashback in this part

Word Count: 2.1k || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

Rule: Never force someone to enter and especially exit the game.

Today was the day Bob needed to return back to work and as a loving housewife you prepared him breakfast and packed lunch that he could bring to his office. A full American breakfast for your loving husband, full seasoned runny egg, bacon fried by its own oil, crispy bacon soft inside which he loves the most. “Oh wow” First thing came out of his mouth before he could greet you mornings. “Do we have the kids ready for school?” He asked on his way to sit in front of the feast you prepared. “Kids?” You asked. 

“Yeah, the kids, these foods are good for a family with 3 kids already.” your hand softly smack on his forearm but he gave you a kiss in return.

“I hate you”

“and I love you” 

I hate you..

…and I love you

There was the echo again, You seemed like you heard it somewhere before that you couldn’t recall. “Sweetie? What’s with the pause?” Back to reality when you felt Bob’s hand in your arms. “N-nothing, deja vu. Nothing big.”

There were no days that Bob made you feel alone. The marriage was not perfect, there were flaws and there will always be flaws, but he never let you feel on your own. Even when there was a time you went into an argument, he took some time to breathe and understand instead of letting himself drive the argument while not in good temp- so does you.

After breakfast you walk with him outside to his Chevrolet, He gives you the sweetest kiss he could give before hopping into his car and drives away while you’re waving at him. Before you could go back inside the house, You heard a familiar voice calling your name. 

“Goodness, It took me almost an hour to find you here. I think I deserve vodka or something even hard.” He said while catching his breath. “H-how can I help you, Sir?” You asked.

“Huh? Sir? It’s me, Re Guardi- ohh” He seems like trying to convince you knew him well. “I knew it! I knew it!” and he laughed his ass off. “I knew it, you were dragged here by Little Bob. This- this machinery thing- This is fake. Do you understand me? Huh?”

You were trying to listen but your body trembled for no reason. “It’s me, Try to remember, the Red Guardian~” You just shook off your head, even though you tried there were no words coming from our mouth. You were only thinking of Bob, You wish you didn’t let him go to work if you knew this happened. They are probably chasing him right now.

Alexie seems to have heard something else, “They are coming now, Little girl. You are saved now. I can hear Yelena from the headquarters, this gadget’s amazing.”

“N-no…” You whispered

“Why no? I am here to save you, save you from Sentr-” Before he could finish his words he saw your hands glowing red, and effortlessly you made him lift off from the ground and gripping on his neck. “No ones will be saved… because no one’s in danger”

You tilt your neck while emotionless looking up at him. “...maybe you are, Alexie~”

“Put him down, You don’t want to do this.” Voice of Bucky from your back, and you turn around you all in their uniforms. You put the big man down and face them all instead. “You’ve been a pest in this garden.”

“Yeah, sorry for bothering you in this ‘Paradise’, we know we’re stubborn.” Walker

“Whatever you are doing to Bob, stop it now. Exit this simulation” Yelena warns.

“What am I doing to Bob? I am just fulfilling the dream we had together. I am just making him feel loved like what he did to me.” You explained to them.

“By what? Forcing him to be a part of this so-perfect society you joined?” Ghost said. “All of you know nothing. I am warning you, first and last time, step out of this, while I still have mercy.” You warned them as you showed your hand and slowly recited spells out from your lips. “Let us understand you first.. I am begging you. This is not something I know you for.” Yelena stepped forward.

“What do you know then?” You couldn’t help your tears fall from your eyes, “All of you just know to follow what other people want us to do, what the government or even what Val asked us to do. From order to order.” You sniffed while eyes were full of emotion mixing up. You love the team, they were only the family you had when they found you. “We are still human, We want to have other people has… To be loved. So does Bob!”

“I protected him and did everything to make him stable- that none of us did for him! nor for me.. You all forget that we are vulnerable too, we are not weapons that you thought might be.”

At first, being part of the team felt like being saved—like you finally found a family. Everyone looked out for each other, and for a while, it felt real. But that didn’t last. Fame found its way in, and suddenly everyone was too busy chasing their own errands. Bob included.

You helped him find his footing, helped him grow strong enough to strengthen the Sentry within him. And that power? It made him the most useful—and the busiest—member of the team. 

Everyone was silent showing how they get your point, until Yelena speaks up, “We are sorry that our time was taken by all of the superheroes stuff we were trying to fulfill and to show to the people, but believe me, we tried. We tried to look out for way to be what we used to do, its just.”

“I heard you, Yelena, but that doesn’t matter anymore. This. This is what matters to me right now. This is exactly the dream I shared with Bob during those cruel training sessions given to us. This is where we would like to settle in. This place-”

“This is fake”

“Shut the hell up, Ghost.”

“Bitch”

“You’re forcing little Bob to be part of this,” Alexie said, finally standing up.

You let out a quiet chuckle, eyes calm but unreadable. “Does it matter?” you replied softly. “He’s in good hands now—away from the missions, the assignments, all the things you kept throwing at him first.”

“We could settle this outside, in the headquarters. Just surrender yourself properly.” Bucky asked.

“Surrender? Surrender Bob? Then what? Use him again as how Valentina wanted to? Again, he is not a weapon you can use whenever there’s a war.” Jaw were shaking as your voice in front of them “You know he built for it” John responded.

“But he’s human first.” 

They motion John to step away first as they know won’t be good in deescalating the situation. “How can we make you step out from here with him safely?” Yelena asked. “Nothing. None of us are exiting out but all of you. Now, back off my yard.”

You turn around to enter your house again. Yelena has no intention of hurting you—but the moment she grabbed your arm, your instincts kicked in. Before you could think, your body moved on its own, and you tossed her straight into Alexie which both of them hit the ground before they knew what happened.

You were also surprised with what happened but before you could check on them both, you felt an object going towards your direction which you instantly stopped. “Oh, shit,” John muttered, watching in disbelief as you continued to crush his shield like it was nothing. “You’ve all pissed me off enough,” you murmured—and before Bucky could reach you, a surge of energy exploded from you, sending everyone flying at once.

You turned around and saw a familiar car approaching your direction. It was Bob’s. You panicked as you knew Thunderbolts will tell him the truth. The car stops in the driveway and you immediately approach Bob as soon as he steps out of the car. “Sweetie, Someone called me. What is happening here?”

“Nothing haha we are- why don’t you go back to the car and drive me to i don't know haha maybe to your office? Let’s get away from here.” You were shaking and couldn’t think of any alibi or even think straight. You only think of keeping Bob away from them.

"Okay... I’ll get you out of here," Bob said with a nod.

Your mind was spiraling—panic had taken over. You couldn’t hear their cries of pain, couldn’t register the weapon now aiming in your direction. Somewhere in the haze, you heard Yelena shouting your name. But before you could turn— the gunshot. It hit you square in the back.

In that split second, everything flashed before your eyes—your childhood, your teenage years, the experiments, the day the Thunderbolts found you, every fleeting moment with Bob that made you feel alive. It all came rushing in like a final montage.

And then your body hit the ground.

The last thing you felt was Bob’s arm when he took you. You couldn’t hear anything anymore but you can only see his tears flowing off his eyes. “Bob… I’m alright” Your hands touched his face for the last time.

You walk in the kitchen of the headquarters 5 o’clock early to have some coffee to start your day since rounds of training will be held today. As you stepped in the kitchen you saw Bob jump out and start to be busy checking around the kitchen. You always find it weird when he does things but as long it does not bother you are not giving shit- basically none of your business.

You grab a mug before going to the coffee machine. You know he is silently watching even though he is hiding in that huge sweater and pants he likes to wear everyday. Does he even have other types of clothes? A question in your mind which you usually shook off. While making your coffee, you can't help but to sense how he takes a glimpse of you while he is checking inside the mug and glasses- making himself look busy. You finally face him, “What?”

“Huh? What- what? I mean- What do you mean what?” He’s shaking and repeating what. It only takes an eyebrow to raise for him to speak up. Exhaling first before spilling it out. “It's just..”

“I just think I broke Bucky’s new coffee maker I mean- I want coffee but there’s so many things to click in there, before you walk in, it was not workin.” He revealed, he is quite readable making you trust what he said. After a click it pours some coffee directly to your mug in an instant. “Oh, it’s working” He watched the coffee goes to your mug with a relief in his chest.

“It’s your lucky day, You’re not dead to Bucky today.”

Turns out it wasn’t that hard to study Bob. As your friendship with him grew, you kept getting partnered with him—each mission pulling you closer, little by little.

After months of doing trainings and assignments together, he already got your daily pattern. Like how you wake up in the morning before 6 o’clock with no alarm on, count of teaspoon of sugar to your coffee, how you hate when your tangle somewhere, pet peeve you have for clothes scattered around the living room which Alexie mostly does, and many things. He likes the details of you, and so do you.

“We have a mission this week, you think you can?” Your hands on his hair while he is sitting on the edge of his bed. He was trembling that he couldn’t even look at you. “We need to,” He said.

"That’s bullshit, you know?" you said with a half-laugh. "I’d rather come up with a hundred alibis for Valentina than walk into those shamerooms again. Believe me—if I ever see your dad in one of them, I’ll hold his hands for you so you can punch him as much as you want."

You threw the joke at him with a grin, hoping it would land softer than the truth ever could, which came effective. 

Details of him you are aware the most were his dark days. At first it was not easy, You thought you could convince Void to settle right away but it took you days in your shame room at first encounter. 

You never give up on him, You never will.

After time, You got used to it to the point you just simply walked to your shamerooms like you have a map towards Bob like simply opens one door and another in the shamerooms like nothing hurts anymore. Bob saw that, he made an effort to know how to control both Sentry and Void like how you did not give up on him. 

He was your everything before you could know, You will do everything whatever it takes. 

Continue Reading: Part V

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❝𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐁𝐨𝐛.❞ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐝

ʳᵒᵇᵉʳᵗ "ᵇᵒᵇ" ʳᵉʸⁿᵒˡᵈˢ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Summary: Bob introduces you as his newlywed wife—the two of you fresh in a new town, a new house, ready to build the quiet, happy life you always dreamed of. Everything seems to fall perfectly into place: the marriage, the home, the welcoming community. But that peace begins to crack the moment you notice something off about a few new neighbors—faces a little too familiar to him. The Thunderbolts.

And now, you'll do whatever it takes to keep Bob yours. No matter what.

Pairing: Bob Floyd x fem!reader / wife!reader

!Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Fluff | Smut | Mystery | Slowburn? - Marriage / Oral / Praise Kink / Unprotected do / Kidn*p / manipulation / character dying / Chaos Magic

A/N: Got carried away and probably making this up to 5 parts + I suck in being consistent with word count, let’s rock and make this dark since it’s Void’s time to shine lmao

Word Count: 2.1k || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

This was the life you dreamed of. Parties here, Dinners there and fancy socializing everywhere and everyday as possible. You did not even expect to be friends with your good neighbor who loves to celebrate everything. You both went from kids party to another then dinner or wine party by night. Your rest was only Sunday where you get a chance to wash your party dress along with Bob’s formal wear.

“No. You don’t get to tell me what to do… not when you are my drug, sweetie.” Bob didn’t waste a second. He pulled you in, crashing his lips against yours as the two of you stumbled through the door after the wine party. You were definitely the more drunk one, but he was the one who couldn’t keep his hands off you, touching, holding, needing. Like the night wasn’t enough to satisfy the way he craved you. 

You start to notice his pattern. He has days where everything was stable but there were days that he was overprotective or territorial of you like today. 

His hand roams in your skin like it wouldn’t go anywhere while you were helplessly being dragged slowly to the nearest wall he could pin you with. You couldn’t resist especially when his lips are in the most soft spot of your chest. “B-bob…” He starts to double in your vision thanks to those good wines you tried earlier. He paused for a minute while catching his breath to take a look and admire your face. “I still can't believe that you marry me… that you are my wife now.” He perfectly caught your lips and kissed you deeply enough to bury your head to the wall. Your lips dance along with his, syncing in rhythm with how his lips move in yours.

A gasp broke you away from his lips when you felt him rubbing his clothed crotch against you but he still managed to catch your lips to join his. You moaned his name in between your kisses, while your brows furrowed from the pleasure when he managed to find your clit using his finger under your dress. “You are fucking mine, You hear me?”

“Bob~ Language…”

“I know, sorry- sorry my wife. I just can’t” He can’t even complete his own words when he priorities not taking his lips off you. He effortlessly took you to your bedroom and placed you in the bed. He can’t get enough of you, he even wanted to take your scent and so he does. While taking off that dress using his teeth, he took opportunity to smell your addictive scent. 

Even through the blur of your tipsy gaze, you couldn’t miss how hot it was watching him kneel in front of you, eyes locked with yours, as he slowly undid his tie. One piece at a time, his vest, then the buckle of his belt—he stripped away every layer, freeing himself from anything that kept him from you. He lowered himself and lifted your feet next to his nose while his hands were already travelling to those smooth thighs that he loves the most, eyes never left yours but only closed to feel you more.

“You are mine” was the same phrase he whispered to you before growling against your neck. This kind of him was something you rarely see, him being too addictive to your smell, touching you too tight like will not make you go anywhere, and especially drooling over you. This seems darker and bolder to him, yet, you still love the version of him. Now your mind was diverted to his lips tracing your abdomen. “Bob? What are you doing there?” but instead answering you, he only looks at your eyes while guiding your legs to his shoulder, “Sshh” and the same finger was the one used to rub against your clit. You were helpless and the only thing you could do was to grab his hair while he was in between those legs. 

You thought Bob wouldn’t like to do similar to this- or maybe you just have mutual thought that you’ll never done this and never thought of being confident enough to this such thing but here you go, your husband’s tongue already driving you crazy by circling around that sensitive spot while a finger was slowly playing inside enough to make you couldn’t think properly. There are many things you still need to know about your husband. “Stop- stop! Bob, I’m near, I’m near!” You would prefer to have him, and he obeys it.

He paused for a minute to stare at your face that made you question it but when you felt him line himself and entered into you- you knew he wanted to see your reaction. “Yes, baby, that’s it. Take me f-full oh shit” He murmured with lip shaking as he continuously watched you being in pleasure from how he claimed you by going inside you till it reached the base. You were begging to take it more slowly and he is fully aware how thick his size was but doesn’t seem to care. He loves the way and very detail of you reacting to it. “You are fucking mine.” 

He pounded on it with short breaths like he was catching up something. Bob was not usually like this. He used to ask you or check on you every minute as possible but this side of him was new to you. New to explore. Your husband was really something else.

You gripped his hair while he whispered things in your ears like how he waited for this and how bad he craves for you like he hasn't laid his hands on you before. A spot on you triggers when he bites your shoulder like it was matching with the rhythm of his hard thrust into you. “Bob, I’m near, so near- Please!” This made you beg for more of those rough thrusts which he gave to you courteous. 

You can’t recall when your climax ends. You only knew the shadow your husband slowly turned him to while continuously claiming you. You don’t know if that was a dream but you were pretty sure you fell asleep some time in between those.

“You maniac,” Bob said.

“Why? Because I gave her the best night that you all couldn’t?” The shadow talks in the reflection of the mirror where Bob is. “Don’t take much credit, She enjoyed our risky fun.” Golden boy sides. Bob can’t believe their argument went this far- 

“This is not a competition. For fuck’s sake! She is our wife! You two are like- like playing her.” Bob said

“Be careful with your words, It’s making love, Robert.” Void warns.

“Bob, You know what- you were focused on her and not with the possible tsk threat around.” Sentry points out. “We- I could keep her safe, but not here.”

“This is what she wanted, what she dreamed for.” Bob.

“Is it? Really?”

Sunrise touches your skin and smells of coffee in your nose. As you open your eyes you feel pain in between your legs that you haven’t experienced before. Tolerable but noticeable. You groaned in pain when you tried to move yourself. The bedroom door’s open with Bob holding a tray of breakfast. “Oh, Good morning, sweetie! You’re awake.” He immediately puts the tray in the night stand and helps you to sit. 

“I made you breakfast”

“Thank you, sweetie” a peck on his lips as appreciation. He puts the tray in your lap with more caution like a very careful servant. “uhm about last night, I am sorry if he- If I went uhm far? I think I should not let myself-” He exhaled that pout out his lips

“Bob, you’ve done nothing wrong. If you do so I’ll let you know.” while chewing the hotcake he cooked. “Worryless, sweetie.” Bob was sorry for letting void take over, and lying to himself that he did not want it, it’s guilt consuming him.

By the afternoon, the neighborhood gathered again to welcome a new family to the community. It was full again of cheek-to-cheek greetings and shakehands to everyone. Somehow you both thought of skipping but you would rather stress out yourself being occupied than doing nothing at all in your house. 

Bob never left your side, his hand resting on your waist like it belonged there, like it had always been part of every dress you owned. Sometimes you'd catch him just watching you, eyes full of quiet awe, before he'd whisper how lucky he feels to have you.

You’d smile and tease, “You love me that much, huh?”

You love me that much huh it echos in your ear like you’ve heard it before somewhere that couldn’t recall, and other phrases you have responded to him. You just simply shook that off your head.

While in the middle of the conversation with other homeowners, a familiar long hair man approach, “Mr and Mrs. Reynolds, right? I am Mr. Barnes, you can call me James? I guess.” and offered his right hand to both of you which Bob gladly took it. “So, how’s marriage life?” and Mr.Barnes joins the circle. 

As the conversation gets deeper, Bucky starts throwing personal questions that surely both of them will be questioned to themselves. His objective is to identify who is the host of the simulation. “So, Niagara Falls huh? Let me guess when you both met there the first time, your books or any random object fell which made you both pick up at the same time?” Bucky asked, Bob only smiled at him. “Cliche right? Haha but yep- oh, how did you know? Did others tell you already about us?”

“No, Bob. That’s the same story that most of the couples here have… only they met in different places instead.” and that pisses you off. 

“So what are you trying to say, Bucky?” You asked.

“Nothing, I just notice similarities. Isn’t that great? Everyone here has their sweet beginning? Very sweet.” He calmly said while Bob looked so confused and questioned.

After the encounter with Bucky, Bob seems off and you know something is bothering him. He never forgot to be careful of you but he was dead quite the entire time till you both got home. You found him standing in front of the widow with a whiskey in his hand. You hugged him from the back and pressed your face on his back. “Bob… mind telling me what’s going on?” You whispered.

He deeply sighed and took the whiskey before turning back around you. His eyes are scanning your face and hands on your sides. “We both agreed to be transparent to each other right?” He asked and you just nod at him in response. “So, do you recall our life before we moved here?”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “Yes, I do.”

The room was still filled with questions. They cannot still identify who is hosting the simulation, but they can sense how close they are to the edge of triggering the host. 

“Bob knows they met in Niagara Falls, not here, not in the vault where you all first met him.” Bucky explained. Everyone is sharing their own thoughts, theory of who they should convince in those two. John notices how Yelena is quiet all the time. “Widow, you’re quiet.”

“I am always, especially when you are talking.” The russian girl said, and that caught Bucky’s attention. “Yelena, Do you know anything?”

“Me? No, why me?” Yelena was about to deny any information she holds but everyone was already looking at her unconvinced. “Okay, fine fine. I know something but not entirely.”

“So what is it?” Ava asked as she lifted her food and her boots to put on the table. Yelena took some time before opening her mouth again. “I know they were secretly meeting each other, you know a couple things but very discreet as to how she wanted to be. Remember those days that Bob was stable? it was because of her. She’s the light of him.”

“Does it mean they both agreed to this? It’s their own choice to live there?” Bucky asked but the Russian girl disagreed. “But some sort of time they eventually split off, I know for a fact they broke up. I just don’t know who initiated it.” While all of them were discussing, The old man got fed up with the talking and sneaked the gadget they used to enter the simulation.

“Blah blah so much complicated for just young long quarrel, Red Guardian needs to take over.” He murmured which caught Ghost’s attention, “Alexie?”

Yelana turned around and saw Alexie who was already about to enter the simulation, “Dad, what are you doing? No-! Get that thing off you!” 

“Red Guardian will save them both! For the glory!”

Continue Reading: Part 4

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Why is Lewis Pullman always Bob? like tf its his fault

not to mention the picture used