#MCU thunderbolts

[werewolfgirl1995]

I really love how during the second post credits scene when Bob is saying about how he can't be the Sentry without the other side too, half of his face is in darkness while the other is lit up, symbolizing the duality of Sentry and The Void. (And probably also foreshadowing for Doomsday)

He's such a cutie though 😍

[i-like-superheros]

Copyright infringement on the bottom of all of them is sending me.

[rotten-3y3s]

SENTRYAGENT!!

[blythesarchives]

i’m so normal about this.

[thespicerunner]

Feel free to use this image but please give me credit for it. Thank you! ❤️

[the0fi]

even though the thunderbolts have valentina under their thumb now, she always makes it a point to remind them that she’s the one in charge because she owns the very tower they live in.

a few months in, yelena shows up at valentina’s doorstep with a contract to sign, forcing val to sell the tower to yelena’s secret buyer for one less cent that she bought it for (because yelena can be a little shit when she wants to)

val obviously tells no one because that would mean admitting she’s not the one in control anymore, and yelena doesn’t even bother to tell the others until ava mentions how quiet valentina’s been about the tower lately. yelena only tells them that they don’t have to worry about it because she had a friend buy it as a favor for her, but she never mentions the friend’s name

everyone forgets all about it until kate bishop, freshly recruited by sam wilson, has to explain to her new team why she’s owned the other avengers’ tower for over a year and that no please sam don’t use that for the copyright battle, yelena will be SO mad please

(this ends with each team getting a floor for them at the tower and having to learn how to live and work together, with many trying-to-secretly-steal-intel-from-the-others-instead-of-teaming-up shenanigans involved)

(lucky and fanny love getting the double of attention though, even if they may or may not have to undergo multiple daily debugging checks to make sure no one’s using them to listen in on the other team’s meetings)

(yelena feels a weird mix of betrayal and respect when she finds out kate’s been using their guinea pig as a spy instead because no one ever thought to check him)

[lilabardsss]

every time they put taskmaster on the thunderbolts movie poster instead of bob, an angel lost its wings

[monikanarnia]

Thunderbolts (2025)

[vividlystrange]

We could've had a scene with Bob shirtless!!!!!!

[romantacysblog]

Robert Reyonalds x Reader

You push open the door to your quarters, the hinge creaking softly as you step inside. The room is dimly lit, the only light filtering in from the slightly open blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Your eyes adjust to the darkness, and you see a figure lying on your bed, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. Bob.

A small smile plays on your lips as you take in the sight of him. His powerful frame is draped across your sheets, one arm thrown over his head, the other resting on his stomach. He looks peaceful, a rare sight for someone who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. You decide to let him sleep, kicking off your boots and stripping down to your underwear before sliding into bed beside him.

As you lie down, he stirs, his arm snaking out to pull you against him. "Mmm, you're home early," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. "Missed you, baby."

You melt into his embrace, your body fitting perfectly against his. "Missed you too, Bob," you whisper, your hand resting on his chest, feeling his heart beat steadily beneath your palm.

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his eyes fluttering closed again. "Stay with me," he says, his voice already drifting off to sleep.

You smile, your eyes closing as well, content to lie in his arms. But sleep doesn't come easily. Your body is still buzzing with energy, and your mind is racing with everything that's happened over the past week. You shift restlessly, your hip pressing against something hard and insistent.

Bob groans, his eyes flashing open. "You're playing with fire, baby," he warns, his voice a low growl.

You look up at him, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Maybe I want to get burned," you say, your hand wrapping around him, feeling him pulse in your grip.

He hisses, his hips bucking into your touch. "Fuck, you feel good," he says, his voice strained. "But I want to take my time with you. It's been a week, and I've been going crazy thinking about you."

He rolls on top of you, his body pinning you to the mattress. He leans down, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, exploring every inch, claiming you as his. You moan, your fingers digging into his back, pulling him closer.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. "I've been dreaming about this all week," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "About tasting you, about being inside you."

He continues his exploration, his hands roaming your body, squeezing and caressing, leaving no inch untouched. He pays extra attention to your breasts, his mouth and hands worshipping them, sucking and biting your nipples until you're arching off the bed, crying out his name.

"You like that, baby?" he asks, his voice a low growl. "You like it when I worship your body?"

"Yes," you gasp, your hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. "Don't stop, Bob. Please don't stop."

He smirks, a dominant glint in his eye. "I won't, baby. I'm going to make you feel so good. I'm going to make you come so hard you see stars."

He continues his journey down your body, his hands and mouth never stopping their assault on your senses. He settles between your legs, his breath hot on your most intimate place. He looks up at you, a wicked grin on his face. "I've been dreaming about tasting you," he says, his voice a low growl.

He dives in, his tongue licking and exploring, his fingers joining in, stretching and preparing you for him. You cry out, your hips bucking against his face, your hands fisting in his hair, holding him to you.

"Fuck, you taste good," he murmurs, his voice muffled against you. "I could eat you out all day."

He focuses on your clit, his tongue circling and flicking, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that sweet spot that has you seeing stars. Your orgasm builds quickly, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps.

"Come for me, baby," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I want to taste you come undone."

Your body obeys, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, your muscles clenching around his fingers, your body shaking with the force of it. He laps it up, his tongue slowing as you come down from your high.

He crawls up your body, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Fuck, you're beautiful when you come," he says, his voice a low growl. "I could watch you do that all day."

He positions himself at your entrance, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly pushes in, inch by inch, filling you completely. You moan, your back arching, your nails digging into his back, pulling him deeper.

"Fuck, you feel good," he groans, his voice strained with effort. "So tight, so wet. You're perfect, baby."

He begins to move, his hips thrusting against yours in a rhythm that has you crying out his name. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips.

His hands roam your body, squeezing your breasts, gripping your hips, and pulling you deeper onto him. "I love how your body responds to mine," he says, his voice a low growl. "You're so fucking perfect."

He flips you over, pulling you onto your hands and knees, and enters you from behind, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounds into you. "Your ass is so fucking sexy," he says, his voice filled with awe. "I could fuck you like this all day."

He reaches around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he continues to thrust into you. "Come for me," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."

Your body obeys, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, your muscles clamping down on him as you cry out his name. He groans, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his own release, finally shuddering behind you, filling you with his heat.

He pulls out slowly, a satisfied smile on his face as he sees his seed leaking out of you. "Fuck, that's hot," he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. He pulls you into his arms, kissing you softly, his hands still roaming your body, already ready for more. "I could get used to this," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You and me, all day, every day."

But Bob isn't done yet. He wants more. He wants to mark you, to claim you as his. He rolls you onto your back, his body covering yours, his eyes locked on your neck. "I want to mark you, baby," he says, his voice a low growl. "I want everyone to know you're mine."

You tilt your head, exposing your neck to him, a small smile playing on your lips. "Do it," you say, your voice a soft whisper. "Mark me, Bob. Make me yours."

He smirks, a dominant glint in his eye. He leans down, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. His hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing, but holding you in place, dominating you. You moan, your eyes fluttering closed, your body melting into his touch.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He finds that sweet spot, that junction between your neck and shoulder, and he bites down, his teeth sinking into your flesh, marking you as his.

You cry out, your body arching into his, your nails digging into his back, holding him to you. He groans, his hips bucking against you, his cock hard and ready again. "Fuck, you feel good," he says, his voice strained. "So tight, so wet. You're mine, baby. All mine."

He begins to move, his hips thrusting against yours in a rhythm that has you crying out his name. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips. His hand is still wrapped around your throat, controlling your breaths, dominating you completely.

"You like that, baby?" he asks, his voice a low growl. "You like it when I dominate you? When I make you mine?"

"Yes," you gasp, your hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. "Don't stop, Bob. Please don't stop."

He smirks, a dominant glint in his eye. "I won't, baby. I'm going to make you feel so good. I'm going to make you come so hard you see stars."

He continues to move, his hips thrusting against yours, his hand still wrapped around your throat, controlling your breaths, dominating you completely. He leans down, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, exploring every inch, claiming you as his.

Your orgasm builds quickly, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. "Come for me, baby," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."

Your body obeys, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, your muscles clenching around him, your body shaking with the force of it. He groans, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his own release, finally shuddering above you, filling you with his heat.

He rolls off you, pulling you into his arms, his chest heaving with exertion. "Fuck, that was…intense," he says, a satisfied smile on his face.

You snuggle into his chest, your hand resting over his heart, feeling it beat steadily beneath your palm. "It was perfect," you say, your voice a soft whisper. "I love you, Bob."

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his arms tightening around you. "I love you too, baby. More than you'll ever know."

You lie there, content and sated, your body humming with pleasure. Bob's hand begins to roam your body again, his touch light and gentle, a stark contrast to the intensity of their lovemaking. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "Inside and out. I'm the luckiest man alive."

You smile, your eyes fluttering closed, a content sigh escaping your lips. "We're lucky, Bob. Together."

And with that, you drift off to sleep, safe and secure in the arms of the man you love, your body marked as his, your heart forever his.

[captainpikeachu]

I love Florence Pugh’s comments in the Empire Magazine article about how this team don’t know that they love each other yet but they do 🥹

We are gonna get our Thunderbolts family and I can’t wait!!! 🥳

[jerichomadden1]

Art dump

[velvet4510]

Thunderbolts* was great. Easily the best film of MCU Phase 5.

Yet there was one thing that would’ve made the movie so much better. It felt so obvious that I was waiting for it to happen… and it didn’t.

When they all were inside the Void towards the end, before the two Bobs had their confrontation, the whole group should’ve walked through each of their worst individual memories. Not just Bob’s and Yelena’s, but also Bucky’s, Alexei’s, Ava’s, AND John’s. Then in the process, the subject of whichever memory they’re passing through is helped by the others as they fight their way out of the memory together, overcoming their demons.

This would’ve allowed them to get a vivid look at each others’ pasts, and go through the ultimate trauma bonding experience. So by the end, they all would have an even more profound sense of what each of them has really been through.

Then the group hug would’ve felt way more earned, because they would’ve had an actual bonding experience rather than individual experiences prior to a last-minute acknowledgment of “ok right we’re all broken.” There wasn’t enough bonding.

[absencecfpresence]

this is what happened right

[thespicerunner]

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[i-like-superheros]

This is one of those pairs that is so good that I literally don’t care if they’re romantic or platonic. I just need them to stay together.