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Would bob let me lick chocolate off his abs

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Thinking about Bucky in that red Henley shirt...

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any bob x reader soft smutty things that have been on your mind? :)

Oh sexy sweet traumatized Robert "Bob" Reynolds... Wish I could just cradle his face with my hands and press a kiss to his forehead. I do have a lot of smutty things to say about him, and gladly would like to share my thoughts. (p.s I did write a hefty amount, do excuse my ranting)

Bob finally being able to initiate intimacy is something that floats around in my mind a lot. I imagine him to be reluctant to do anything sexual, and this is not because he doesn't want to. He yearns, deeply, to feel your body in his hands, to trail his fingertips over every space that gets hidden underneath your clothes.

But Bob is a timid and broken man, and has experienced a lot of things most people don't. To be able to have someone to hold and kiss and love wasn't something he ever imagined having. So being able to have someone by his side, to have you, he doesn't want to do anything that may mess it up, not like how he feels he had done to everything else that was good in his life. His hunger to just feel your thighs around his waist and let himself sink inside your warmth— well he just kept pushing it down and starved.

Until you finally gave the green light, verbally expressed that it's okay and you want him in a more intimate way than kissing can go. Then, he finally lets himself melt under your touch and gets past the initial barrier he set of not succumbing to desire. He watches, with dilating eyes and a swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip, as you tug off your shirt.

He's desperate and eager to please. An overachieving student in the study of learning your body. He wants to take off the rest of your clothes, and you let him. His hands are warm, slightly sweaty from his nerves, but ardent in finally revealing skin he hadn't seen before. His eyes become lidded, warm brown irises visibly darkening into his pupils as he shuddered. He keeps asking if it's alright, for him to do this. Says it while his hand is already peeling off your underwear.

He smiles and a small laugh escapes him when you tease him for his mesmerized state, his face flushed as he finally lets those eyes of his lock with yours. His gaze is enchanting, heated, he wants to keep touching, to keep feeling your warmth on the tips of his fingers. So you don't disrupt him, don't give any sign you are uncomfortable because you sure as hell are not. He is gentle at first, light with his touches to the point it's almost ticklish. He is imprinting in his own mind that you're real, that his hands are really trailing up your body and cupping your breasts.

Your soft gasps are making him hard, his cock in his baggy sweats is grinding into the bed. He keeps going, hell he doesn't trust himself that he can stop. He kisses you, passionate and slow. His lips are soft and you can feel his little grin as he tilts his head to deepen it. He pants after a few seconds of kissing you, and he laughs nervously to himself at the overall situation. Bob can't believe you are real. He nudges his face in your neck, pressing more kisses and licking the spot where he feels your pulse the most. He sucks at that point, stilling when he realizes he just nipped at your skin. An apology threatens to spill before you reassure him once more. It's okay, you want this.

So he kisses, sliding down to your chest as his hands keep kneading your skin. He leaves little bites on you, never too harsh when handling you as he finally kisses right above your belly button. Then he lets out a stuttered breath, flicking those puppy dog eyes of his upward to ask if he can go lower. With a nod of your head, he kisses right on your pelvis and his knees hit the floor. He is deep in a trance, and mumbles start to escape him. They are barely coherent, and are just full of his mind's racing thoughts. You're so pretty, so perfect. Unreal. Feel so good under my hands.

Then his lips land on your folds, tongue slipping out his mouth as he drags it from the bottom of your weeping pussy up to your clit. He moans when you moaned from the sheer pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut. He was making you feel good, and fuck it made him want to cum in his sweats. Bob's hands are on your thighs as he keeps your legs open, his grip is firm, but not close to painful, he licks and sucks as he finally lets himself go. Your slick is soaking his maw, whines keep escaping him as he ruts against the bed while eating you out. When your hands land on his hair and you tug, he whimpers. He is so lost in pleasure, which is only sparked because he was making you feel good. He keeps lapping at your folds, eventually a hand slipping from your thigh to daringly sink a digit into your hole.

He could've died then and there, surrounded by nothing but you. Your thighs on his shoulders, your slick permeating his tongue and his nose buried in between your legs. But you pull him up, you want more. You see him rutting against the bed, and need him to be inside. When you see his face again, it's soaked. A dorky smile is on his slicked lips, and it caused you to get even more aroused and feel endearment towards the man at the same time.

He shivers as he stands, fumbling with his sweatpants and tugs them off, to reveal precum staining his underwear. He shyly takes it off next, (as if he wasn't just eating you out like a starved man) to reveal a leaking cock. He is big, in a way that wasn't scary nor underwhelming. Perfect— with a slight curve and a pinker tip. He places it on your abdomen, stilling his breath as he notices how far up he will be inside. A whimper escapes him before he can even reel it back, and he flicks those watery doe eyes up at you. He asks for permission, and you give it eagerly. You pair it with a few praises, how he is making you feel so good. You feel his cock twitch against you, and a nod with a muffled moan escapes him.

He then guides his cock to your entrance, biting his own lip hard as he nudges it against your hole. He lets out a gasp, his eyes rolling back briefly as his whole body melts. You slip your hand down to help him, grabbing the base of his cock to then ease it inside. It's a stretch, a burning sensation as Bob entered you. He lets a whimper seep out, one hand on the bed beside your head as he grips it hard. Your heat is so slick and warm and all encompassing. Bob wants to cum already, but he won't. Not when this was finally happening.

He is slow and accommodating, not wanting to overwhelm you. He sinks in slow, letting that stretch really hit you. He freaks out slightly, his hand cradling your face as the one that fell onto the bed slipped back down to hold your hip. He gives you a smile, the one that made you fall in love with him in the first place. He asks if it's okay, and you nod in response. So he moves, and fuck it felt good.

His cock immediately hits every spot that makes your back arch into him, the slide of him pulling out to just thrust back in was making your thighs quiver. He felt too good, made you feel too full. Bob was deep in a daze, huffing as he slammed a jerky thrust inside. Both his hands found a place on your hips, holding them up at an angle as he continued to pull you back onto his cock. He was moaning, trying to not let it loudly echo by biting down his own lip. He wanted to hear you more than let his own groans intertwine with your pretty gasps of pleasure.

He doesn't even think of letting himself cum until you do. He watches, observes, every little reaction that leaves your body so he can make you feel good. He adjusts his hips, lets a finger start to rub slow steady circles on your clit. As your moans grew in volume, he reveals a crazed smile. His eyes flicker something pale yellow before settling back into brown. You are feeling good, because of him, and that made his hips hit deeper.

When you finally cum around him, he stutters, the sensation of you tightening around him made his own release follow shortly after. In the aftermath, he cradles you, soft sighs leaving him as he holds you close. He is still in ecstasy, even then. You were real, you let him do something so intimate with you. You let him in. Bob couldn't believe it still. He wasn't in the void like how he used to be, and he had you.

-violentkisz :)

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I recently rewatched a lot of MCU movies after seeing Thunderbolts in theater. Now I want to write for those silly characters all over again. My Marvel phase seems to be back.

Please send in requests! I am aiming to write for mainly Bucky, Yelena, & Bob for now. NSFW or SFW is fine with me :)

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lola | 19 | she/her