Tapetum Lucidum (Bob Reynolds x F! Reader)
Rating: 18+ MDNI
Word Count: 4.3k
CW: angst, hurt/comfort to smut, pinv, femme reader, foul language and mentions of alcohol abuse, dirty talk, praise kink, oral (m and f receiving), nightmares, creampie
A/N: This is the first fanfic I have written in almost eight years, I published it on ao3 months back but totally forgot to post it on tumblr. Enjoy!
Summary: You awaken from a nightmare, only to find that something in the darkness is staring back at you.
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You’ve been here before. A wail like an air raid siren pierces the air, making you wince and clap your hands over your ears. It fades, and then a brief pause before it starts again, louder than before.
It’s your brother, and he is screaming- the kind of scream you make when there’s no more air in your lungs but you have to keep screaming anyways.
There’s nothing you can do to stop it.
Wait. You’ve been here before, haven’t you? You silently pray for it to end as you attempt to block out the noise. It only gets louder. His screams ricochet off the interior walls of your car and pierce holes in your skull.
You didn’t do anything to stop it.
If you could just get your seatbelt off you could run, but that means moving your hands away from your ears. Instead you sit, frozen in the front seat.
What if you could have stopped it?
A rustle from the corner of your room yanks you back into the real world. The blackness in your peripheral vision melts away as your eyes fly open.
It was just a dream.
A stupid, cruel nightmare dredged up from the recesses of a memory you kept under lock and key. You shudder and fight back a gag as you try to orient yourself back in the waking world.
How many weeks had it been since your last nightmare? Were you backsliding again? The thought of watching all the progress you had made slip away irritates you. You need to clear your head.
The air in your room is cold as it fills your lungs, but for some reason your sheets are damp with sweat where they’re twisted around your bare legs. You angrily kick them off as you reach for the warm duvet and the comfort of your phone. Nothing a few drinks, a couple benadryl, and a few minutes of doom scrolling can’t cure-
Wait.
There’s something in the room with you.
There, in the darkness- the light from your phone reflects in the eyes of something sitting at the foot of your bed. Two pin-pricks of pure white stare back at you and then-
It blinks.
You freeze as the hair on the back of your neck rises. Your heart stops for a brief moment before it comes racing back to life with a sickening lurch. The phone in your hand falls to the ground with a soft thud as your hand frantically gropes for the light switch, the lamp, anything to drive away whatever monster has broken into your apartment.
The lamp wobbles and almost topples off the nightstand as your hand collides with it. It clicks once, twice, and then switches on.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Bob,” you gasp, clutching your aching chest. “You scared the shit out of me!”
The dim light shining from your lamp seems to disappear into the void hunching over the chair in front of your vanity. It’s just Bob, in nothing but his boxers. Blackness seeps down his face and neck like ink in water. His star-burst eyes peer at you through the unnatural darkness obscuring his features.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep,” he rasps. The air in your room goes still.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” you whisper. You finish untangling yourself from the sheets and move to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him. “Bad dream again?”
Yesterday’s clothes are still strewn about the floor from the night before, your shirt on the other side of the room, his pants next to the bed, and your underwear, well, somewhere. You suddenly feel exposed when you realize that you’re only wearing one of Bob’s shirts, and you tug it lower over your knees.
“Just a nightmare. Sorry I woke you up, you can go back to sleep.” The twin pin-pricks of light are fixed on the floor as he scrubs at his face.
You scoot forward and grab his hand. “Do you want to talk about it?”
No response.
“Wanna come back to bed?”
His skin is burning up as his thumb runs absentmindedly over the backs of your fingers. He sniffs quietly and rubs at his face again.
“Your hand is cold, it feels really nice,” he mumbles, still avoiding eye contact.
“Then come to bed and I’ll cool you off,” you murmur. Something tells you that he needs a distraction, something to get him out of his head back to his usual self. “Or you can come warm me up, if you want.”
You lean back and pat the duvet enticingly. His eyes flick to your hand, then the bed, then over your body. The darkness spreading over his face pulses. You could have sworn that the temperature in the room drops even more.
“Honey, I don’t think that’s a good idea right now,” he chokes out, his Adam’s apple bobbing furiously. “I don’t think you should be touching me.”
“Since when are you supposed to be the voice of reason?” You stand and wrap your arms around him. Your fingers push the sweaty strands of inky black hair out of his eyes as you press a kiss to the top of his head. “Sweetheart, I promise I’ll be fine.”
He presses his face into your chest and his fingers tremble as he grips the sides of your shirt in his fists.
Slowly but surely, the darkness pouring off of him begins to slowly recede back up his neck, and then over his jaw, and finally over his cheekbones. It still lingers in the dark circles around his eyes, which start to look more like their typical deep blue.
He takes a few uneven breaths and lifts his head.
“In my dream you didn’t love me anymore.” Your heart aches in your chest as his eyes search yours.
“You said you didn’t want me around, and I had to go back to who I was before-” A muscle in his jaw clenches and the furniture rattles faintly. “Before Malaysia.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” you whisper into his hair. Your nails scrape over his scalp as you pull him in tighter. “I promise it was just a dream. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I can’t go back to the way things were,” he says, pulling away from your embrace. His grip on your shirt tightens but the darkness surrounding his eyes is finally gone. “I can’t lose you, honey, I need you.”
“Bob, I promise I’m not leaving you,” you assure him. “On my honor. And I promise I still love you.”
His gaze holds yours for a long moment as his hands begin to wander up towards your ribs, ghosting over a ticklish spot. The muscles in your sides twitch involuntarily, eliciting a soft gasp from you.
He blinks and lets out a long, shaky breath. Relief washes over his face.
“Sorry, I just forget to breathe sometimes,” he sighs as he nuzzles into your chest again. “And you smell so damn good.”
“Come on, let’s go to bed,” you giggle. “It’s freezing in here.”
“To bed or to sleep?” His voice is muffled against your skin but you can see the tips of his ears turning red. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”
Before you can say anything he stands and grabs your thighs, hoisting you against him. Your arms fly around his neck, holding on for dear life as you gasp in surprise. His lips are on your neck as he carries you to the side of the bed and sets you down. The heat radiating from him is intense as you tug him down with you. His lips crash against yours, his tongue dipping into your mouth and making your head swim. He yanks the covers up over you as his hips grind against you. You’re suddenly very aware of how hard he is against the inside of your thigh, and all the blood in your body rushes south. A heady drunkenness that you can only get from him creeps up your body and threatens to sweep you off your feet.
“You look so good in my shirt, it drives me fuckin crazy when I see you wearing my clothes,” he breathes in your ear. One hand roams over you as the other squeezes your breast possessively. “Fuck, are you wearing anything under this?”
“No,” you smile, and he swears under his breath. “You should take it off, though.”
“Yes ma’am,” he answers as a mischievous light glints in his eyes. Strong hands lift your shirt away from your body, exposing your bare skin to the cool air and his heated gaze. Pale gold pulses once and then vanishes in his irises as the lightbulb in your lamp begins to hum.
His hungry eyes flickers to the lamp in annoyance before waving his hand towards it. It pops and falls silent as darkness blankets the room again. The light from the street filters through the curtains over your window and illuminates the muscles and ridges in his torso.
He watches as your eyes roam over him, and you feel his dick twitch against your thigh. You lower your head to pepper kisses over his chest and neck as your fingers dig into his biceps. A low groan escapes him as your tongue licks up the side of his throat, and his fingers tighten against your hip and pull you against him.
“That’s not fair,” he gasps as he ruts against you. The friction goes straight to your head, and your hips roll up to meet his.
Your nails scrape down his back and you begin to shove his boxers down. “Then take these off and make it fair.”
He swears again and pulls away just enough to push the offending clothing the rest of the way down his legs, tossing them to the floor. His body covers yours as his hands cups your face, kissing you deeply as his cock rubs over your clit. One hand dips under the sheets to haul your leg up against him, giving him a new angle to grind against you.
“Bob, please,” Your voice is so breathy you barely recognize it.
“Fuck, honey, tell me how much you need me,” he pants, squeezing your thigh before his hand dips between you. He circles your clit once, twice, before one deft finger slips inside you easily. He moans into your mouth when he realizes how drenched you are for him. You’re so wound up that you almost cum instantly, but still you want more. Another finger slips inside you, stretching you and filling you deliciously.
“Please, I need you so bad,” you whine as he slowly begins to pump his fingers deep inside you, dragging against your soaked walls. Your hips begin to move with him as you ride his hand. You reach for him, palming his dick and stroking him as he fucks you with his fingers. He kisses you once and then abruptly sits up, pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean. The sudden emptiness makes you gasp and then he’s yanking you further down the bed, his hands splaying across your waist as he kneels on the floor in front of you.
“You’re gonna cum on my tongue first,” he says roughly, staring up at you from between your legs. His eyes are glowing a pure gold now, and beholding the raw lust there sends a shiver racing up your spine. “And then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
Void, Sentry, Bob, you love each of the three facets of him, hell, you’ve seen all three just tonight. You know each of them as if they’re an extension of yourself. But seeing the most powerful being on the planet like this fills you with a heady power of your own. No one else will ever see this side of him, will never see him naked and on his knees for you.
A wolfish grin spreads across his face as he watches your eyes glaze over at the sight of him. Gone is all of Bob’s usual shyness, the sweet timidness that drew you to him in the first place. A golden god now kneels before you, and he’s got you right where he wants you.
You nod breathlessly. Before you can blink his tongue is on you, dipping inside you and lapping voraciously at your pussy. He consumes you like a man half-starved as your fingers twist in the sheets, drawing whines and gasps from you until your legs begin to shake. You feel him huff a quiet laugh against you as your hips grind against his face of their own accord.
Your body is on fire, you’re burning up with pleasure as the heat of him washes over you. The tension in your lower stomach begins to build, ratcheting higher and higher with every second. One finger fills you again as his tongue laves at your cunt.
Something halfway between a moan and a scream tears through you as the tension snaps and you cum hard on Bob’s tongue, clenching around his finger. A wanton groan rumbles from his chest as he licks you through your orgasm, vibrating against your overstimulated clit and sending spasms ricocheting through you.
“Fuck-” you gasp, trembling uncontrollably. “Fuck, I can’t-”
He presses an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh as he lowers your thighs back down to the bed.
“Shh, I got you,” he hushes as he moves back over you. His lips and teeth languidly graze over your neck, nipping gently at the delicate skin over your racing pulse.
Your heart is beating so hard you can feel it in your ears as you slowly come back down from your high. Bob’s hands roam over your body, leisurely and possessive.
You thread your fingers through his dark, messy hair and tug lightly, bringing his face closer to yours and drawing out a barely suppressed groan.
“I want you in my mouth,” you whisper against his lips. The high-pitched, breathy tone of your own voice sounds almost foreign to you.
You gently push him back against the bed as he smiles, and his entire face turns a bright red.
“Honey, just let me make you feel good-” he tries to interrupt.
“Bob.” His pulse thuds under your fingertips as your hands trail over his throat, down his torso, and then lower, and lower, and lower, until- “I want to.”
“Oh fuck-” His head tips back against the headboard as you stroke up and down his length, squeezing softly. Any semblance of restraint goes out the window, Bob’s hips bucking up into your hand almost violently.
Here is a man who can practically vaporize you in an instant, turning to putty under your hands. All the tension in his body starts to melt away, all that pent up power inside of him beginning to release. He is so high on you, and he wants more.
His hands grip the headboard behind him as your tongue flicks over the head of his cock. The metal bars creak and groan in protest, but Bob is holding on for dear life. Those beautiful blue eyes pulse gold and then glaze over as you wrap your lips around him and suck gently.
The Sentry serum altered Bob’s body in many ways, but the way he fills your mouth and hits the back of your throat is all him.
“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he gasps. The muscles in his thighs and hips clench as he desperately fights the urge to hold you still and fuck your mouth until he finishes down your throat. One hand releases the headboard and cups the back of your head, guiding you up and down the length of his cock.
You moan around him as he pants and writhes under you. You want nothing more than to ride him until the sun rises, but first you want to see him lose what little composure he has left.
You want him to use you until he’s spent.
Beads of sweat begin to trace down your spine. His hand is so warm under yours as you squeeze it, softly encouraging him to go faster, harder.
“Baby- fuck- I don’t want to hurt you,” he groans. The desperation lurking behind the restraint in his voice only spurs you on more. You hum your assent, making his hips thrust upwards into your mouth involuntarily.
His fingers tighten in your hair, tugging gently at your scalp and making you moan around him again. Ever so gently, he eases your head down until your nose presses against the dark, curly hair at the base of his dick.
“Oh my god you feel so good-” He holds you there for a few moments before he eases up, brushing a few strands of hair out of your eyes while you come up for air.
You press open-mouthed kisses over the tip of his cock before taking him into your mouth again. The most beautiful whimper you’ve ever heard rips from his chest and he starts to fuck your mouth.
He ruts up into your mouth with quick, hard strokes as his fingers twitch against your scalp. Looking up at him through your lashes, you meet his wide-eyed, slack-jawed gaze. The last semblance of Bob’s self control threatens to vanish as he watches himself disappear down your throat.
Moans and praises rush out of him like a waterfall as he loses himself in you.
“Fuck, honey, you take me so well,” he mutter. “Make me feel so damn good- shit!”
You’re so wet you’re practically dripping. Pleasing him, pleasuring him like this is better than any drug. You want him like this forever, unleashed and undone and taking you any way he wants.
He abruptly sits up and pulls out of your mouth with a soft pop. Before you can even blink, he seizes you by the hips and hauls you against him, crushing your lips to his. His tongue sweeps roughly into your mouth, and you can still taste yourself lingering there as he rolls you on your back and kisses you deeply. He braces himself on his elbows, being so careful not to crush you even as you’re driving him wild.
“Didn’t think I was gonna last much longer,” he smiles against your mouth before he starts nuzzling and licking at your jaw and neck. His breath comes in quick pants across your skin, sending a shiver of anticipation zipping down your spine. “Baby I want you so bad, please honey I need to be inside you, want you on my cock-”
You can see him blushing even in the dim light from the street. His heart is pounding so hard you can feel it under your fingertips as you trace your nails down his back, eliciting another delicious gasp from him.
“Fuck, please just fuck me,” you beg. His cock brushes against your clit once, twice as you roll your hips against his. You need him inside you, want him to fill you and mark you as his from the inside.
“Shit, tell me how much you want it,” he growls as he drags the tip through your folds. The desperation you only feel for him floods your brain, and your entire body spasms.
“Please, baby I want you so bad- oh, fuck,” you choke as he enters you in one fluid motion. The stretch of him inside you makes your mind go blank as you both moan. He bottoms out, every inch of him filling you perfectly.
“You’re so wet for me, fuck you’re so tight-” he babbles against your shoulder as his hips begin to move against you. You’re so close that it almost sends you over the edge again. “Cum around my cock, please baby I know you can.”
His mouth is all over you, nipping and sucking at your chest, your neck, any skin he can reach as you clench around him. One of his hands is kneading your tit, thumb flicking over the nipple and sending electric sparks coursing through your body. Your nails rake down his back hard enough to draw blood. You thank your lucky stars that Bob is indestructible. The angle of his hips changes slightly, letting him hit the spot inside you that makes your vision go white. In seconds you snap again, thighs trembling and crying out as he fucks you through it.
It only spurs him on more.
“Fuck, you take me so well, like you’re fuckin made for me,” he mutters under his breath as he drives into you, rough and hard and punishing.
He speeds up even more as the world reforms around you again. Sweat glistens and drips down his torso, his dark hair sticking to his damp forehead. Like a man possessed he rises to his knees, seizing your legs and bracing them against his chest. Your ankles are dangling over his shoulders as he continues to drill into you ferociously, knocking the air out of your lungs. He’s so deep inside you that you can feel him in your stomach.
“You’re so good for me, honey, feel so fuckin good-” His teeth flash white in the darkness of the room as he bites at your ankle.
Every thought has drained from your head except for his name, which spills from your lips over and over until you’re almost sobbing. You barely even register your nails biting into your palms as you squirm under his unyielding grip.
He leans down, pressing your legs down towards your shoulders and practically folding you in half as the headboard slams against the wall. The tip of his cock batters your cervix as his balls slap against your dripping pussy. It’s too much and not enough at the same time, you need more, need him inside you forever.
Suddenly he’s flipping you and pulling you on top of him, slamming up into you as he pins you to his chest. There’s no room to breathe, no room to move as he holds you in place. The feeling of your tits bouncing against him has his brain short-circuiting for a brief moment as his relentless pace falters.
“Just let me take care of you, baby,” he soothes, one hand stroking your hair as the other grips your hip so hard you’re sure you’ll have bruises in the morning.
“Fuck, Bob, I can’t-” you stutter as you struggle to catch your breath. You’re so sensitive, teetering on the edge of overstimulation “Shit- it’s too much-”
His teeth nip at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. “Cmon honey, just one more for me, please, just for me-”
He lifts you slowly and starts to slide out of you until he’s just barely inside you. Your walls flutter around nothing and you whine desperately, begging him to keep going. When you lift your head to meet his gaze, his eyes are solid gold, pupils blown wide as he grins up at you.
“What, you want more?” he teases, holding you still when you try to sink down on him again.
“Baby, please,” you plead breathlessly.
That’s all he needed to hear. The windows rattle and his dick twitches inside you. “Fuck, honey, you drive me crazy-”
You yelp in surprise as he rolls you under him again, roughly flipping you onto your stomach. One hand yanks your hips upwards and while the other pushes against your shoulder blades, forcing your head into the pillow as he slams into you and fucks you into the mattress.
Every cell in your body is humming with the pleasure he’s wringing from your body, all you can hear is the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin as he drives deeper and deeper into you.
“Gonna cum soon,” he babbles, almost incoherent. “Wanna make you take it- fuck-”
“Cum inside, please baby, I need it so bad-” you wail into the pillow. A few more pumps and then his hips begin to stutter against your ass.
The groan that explodes from his chest as he orgasms is pure sin. A few more sloppy thrusts and his cock is twitching and emptying inside you, sending you over the edge for a third time. Exhausted, you collapse together onto the bed, a sweaty, sticky mess.
His breath is hot against your back, and he leaves a trail of tired, sloppy kisses across you as he pulls out. He’ll never admit it, but he loves watching himself slowly drip out of you.
Every muscle in your body is shaking as you come down, and you know that there’s no use in even trying to stand up. Bob presses a quick kiss to the top of your head before he disappears to the bathroom to retrieve some water and a towel.
As you look up, you see that the metal bars of your bed frame are bent beyond recognition. At least the frame was still intact, unlike the time when Bob completely destroyed it, along with the drywall behind the bed.
The light in the bathroom switches off as he reappears in your room, handing you the glass of water. You gulp half of it down as he gently cleans you off. He takes the glass when you’re done, chugging the rest of it and easing himself back into bed.
“You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, suddenly shy again as he studies your face for any signs of discomfort. His eyes settle back to their usual blue again. “Sorry, I got kinda rough there.”
You pull the sheets up from their bundle at the end of the bed. “I’m fine, sweetheart,” you reassure him, snuggling up next to him and planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I actually really liked it.”
The worry knitting his brow together eases as he watches a red hot flush creep up your face. A tired smile tinged with pride and self-satisfaction crosses his face.
“Any time, honey,” he yawns as he pulls you close. “We should probably get some sleep, though.”
Outside your window, birds begin to chirp and start their day just as you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep in each other's arms.
