𝐌𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃*

[bobbitrap]

BOBBITRAP⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR BARBARA "BOBBI" MORSE/ MOCKINGBIRD FROM MARVEL COMICS AND HEAVELY INFLUENCED BY THE MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE AND HEADCANONS. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)

CARRD. PROMO. STUDY. ARTWORK.MEMES. BOBBI'S WIRE: bobbitrap.

PSA: bobbi's story contains mentions of miscarriage, torture, death, experimentations, abuse, r*pe and brainwashing. all these will be tagged according if they are touched upon in threads but in the carrd it's going to be mentioned.

ᵂᵉˡˡ, ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ #$@%… ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ᵐ ⁱⁿᵗʳⁱᵍᵘᵉᵈ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵃ ˢʰᵒᵗ

OTHER BLOGS. matt murdock | steve rogers |bucky barnes | jason todd | john walker | clark kent | kara zor-el | scott summers/cyclops | starfire | polaris/lorna dane | bobbi morse | yelena belova

[uswlker]

▐║   ★  ┊  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒  as  quickly  as  it  seems  to  appear  doesn't  go  unnoticed.  John  stays  in  quiet  observation  for  the  moment  as  Bobbi  steps  wholly  into  the  room,  that  brief  flash  of  something  somber  disappearing  faster  than  he  can  wholly  process.  But  it  was  there.  It  becomes  an  instinct,  when  you're  dating  a  spy,  to  be  more  attentive  to  even  the  smallest  things.  Suppression  is  a  learned  skill.  A  safety  net.  And  if  he  knows  his  Bobbi  as  well  as  he  thinks  he  does  by  now,  that  little  glimmer  wasn't  nothing.  This  isn't  the  time  to  ask,  but  he  makes  sure  to  keep  it  in  his  memory,  to  find  a  way  to  broach  the  subject  when  they're  alone.  For  now,  he  keeps  his  attention  on  her  and  Caleb,  a  soft  smile  as  he  watches  her  shake  his  offered  hand.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ He  does? ❜  Caleb  asks,  his  eyes  brightening.  It  sends  a  pang  through  John,  seeing  more  of  the  price  of  his  absence;  how  much  his  son's  demeanor  changes  just  to  hear  his  father  talked  about  him,  thought  about  him.  That  he  hadn't  forgotten  him.  And  it  just  may  be  the  most  sobering  moment  of  John's  life.  All  Caleb  wanted  was  his  father.  He  didn't  grow  to  hate  him  like  John  thought  he  would  have;  he  still  missed  him,  still  kept  doing  the  things  he'd  tried  to  teach  him, to hold on to what he had left.  And  he  has  to  give  Olivia  the  gratitude  she's  due,  too.  She  could  have  easily  just  tried  to  erase  him  from  both  of  their  lives  completely,  and  he  might  have  deserved  it,  but  she  didn't do that.  Maybe  some  fuck-ups  can  be  fixed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe  can't  quite  explain  the  warm  feeling  that  rests  within  his  ribs,  like  an  odd  mix  of  happiness  and  homesickness,  when  he  sees  that  tiny  grin  begin  to  form  on  Caleb's  features  as  Bobbi  sweeps  the  fallen  frame  of  curls  away  from  his  face,  a  giggle  slipping  from  the  boy,  ❛ Do  you  all  have  bird  names? ❜  John  can't  help  but  chuckle  at  that,  moving  closer  to  rest  his  hand  on  Caleb's  shoulder  again.  ❝ Only  the  ones  who  can  fly, ❞  he  jokes,  meeting  Bobbi's  eyes  with  a  playful  wink.  ❝ She  can  get  pretty  high  up  there  with  a  little  boost. ❞  The  boy's  eyes  gleam  at  the  suggestion,  looking  from  his  father  back  to  Bobbi  in  awe.  ❛ Can  you  really  fly? ❜

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Bobbi   blinked   at   Caleb’s   wide-eyed   awe,   the   corners   of   her   mouth   tugging   into   a   soft,   conspiratorial   smile.   It   was   the   kind   of   question   only   a   child   could   ask   with   such   unguarded   sincerity,   and   for   just   a   moment,   it   chipped   away   at   the   layers   she   usually   wore   like   armor.   She   crouched   down   so   she   was   at   eye   level   with   him,   her   hand   resting   lightly   on   his   knee   as   though   grounding   them   both.

❝   Maybe   not   with   wings,   ❞   she   said,   her   voice   carrying   that   teasing   lilt   John   knew   so   well,   though   her   gaze   softened   on   Caleb,   careful   not   to   let   the   boy   feel   brushed   aside.   ❝   But   I’ve   been   known   to   soar   when   I   need   to.   Sometimes   you   don’t   need   feathers   to   fly—you   just   need   the   right   push.   ❞   She   gave   a   quick,   sly   glance   up   at   John,   that   glimmer   of   playfulness   returning   for   his   benefit   before   shifting   back   to   Caleb.

The   boy’s   laughter   bubbled   out,   bright   and   unrestrained,   and   Bobbi   felt   something   warm   stir   in   her   chest.   She   reached   up   and   gently   ruffled   his   curls   again,   letting   the   strands   spring   back   into   place.   ❝   Tell   you   what,   ❞   she   added   in   a   conspiratorial   whisper,   as   if   sharing   a   secret   meant   only   for   the   three   of   them,   ❝   maybe   one   day,   if   you’re   up   for   it,   I   can   show   you   just   how   high   I   can   get.   But   only   if   you   promise   not   to   tell   anyone.   Spies   need   to   keep   a   few   tricks   up   their   sleeves.   ❞

Her   eyes   flickered   back   to   John   then,   just   for   a   heartbeat   longer   than   necessary.   There   was   something   there—something   unspoken—like   the   weight   of   all   the   things   they   weren’t   saying   in   front   of   Caleb.   But   Bobbi   let   it   go,   tucking   it   behind   that   well-practiced   smile,   choosing   instead   to   lean   into   the   moment.   For   now,   it   was   enough   to   see   father   and   son   together,   to   give   them   this   small   brightness.   Bobbi   gives   a   short   pause   before   she   leans   back   up,   her   hand   over   John's   shoulder,   settling   herself   by   his   side   but   also   to   whisper   by   his   side.   "Do   you   wish   for   some   time   alone   with   him?"

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discord drop ;) shortnbittersweet

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This isn't a catfight. It's me kicking your ass.

[uswlker]

▐║   ★  ┊  𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍  𝐌𝐀𝐘  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐁𝐄  𝐀  𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍  𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄,  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃  𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐀  𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐇𝐈𝐌  when  it  rolls  off  of  Bobbi's  tongue,  chased  by  the  visual  of  her  descent  down  his  body.  The  sight  of  her  slipping  down  his  torso  with  that  look  in  her  eyes  will  never  lose  its  effect  on  him.  The  soft  heat  of  her  palm  engulfs  him,  and  the  tension  in  his  gut  pulls  a  little  tighter,  tantalized  by  the  promise  of  relief  that  her  touch  offers.  He  watches  the  entire  time  as  her  golden  hair  cascades  over  her  shoulder,  leaving  the  perfect  view  open  for  him  to  witness  her  approach,  a  quiet  exhale  when  her  lips  close  over  the  head.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤGod,  he's  gonna  pay  for  this.  He  knew  that  before  she  ever  touched  him.  She's  devious  with  that  tongue  of  hers,  a  slight  shiver  rumbling  through  John's  body  when  he  feels  it  start  to  move  and  tease  him.  ❝ Fuck.  ❞  It  slips  through  his  lips  as  little  more  than  a  grumbled  breath,  his  eyes  growing  heavy  as  they  keep  watching,  like  a  man  caught  in  a  spell.  His  response  is  wordless  compliance,  something  darker  forming  in  his  blues  as  he  reaches  forth  and  gathers  her  hair  into  his  hand,  a  gentle  twist  to  keep  the  strands  together,  then  wraps  it  around  his  palm  to  hold  in  place  as  digits  anchor  through  the  roots  at  her  scalp;  not  tight  enough  to  hurt,  but  enough  to  guide  her,  control  her  pace  if  he  wanted.  Not  that  he  needs  to.  But  he  likes  being  allowed  a  measure  of  control.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤWhen  she  takes  him  again,  letting  him  sink  further  into  the  wet  warmth  of  her  mouth,  the  next  breath  that  comes  from  him  leaves  in  a  shudder.  ❝ Goddamn,  Bobbi,  ❞  John  hisses,  the  muscles  in  his  jaw  stiffening  as  his  teeth  clench,  letting  his  whole  body  gradually  give  in  to  the  feeling.  He's  never  felt  more  greedy  in  all  his  life  than  now,  looking  down  at  her  lips  gliding  along  his  cock  and  still  wanting  more.  ❝ C'mon  darlin'.  Keep  going.  ❞  Fingers  tighten  in  her  hair,  gentle  yet  firm,  slowly  encouraging  her  to  take  more  of  him  with  a  guided  push.  ❝ I  know  you  can  take  it.  ❞

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She   can   only   hum   the   approval   when   he   pulls,   even   as   gently   as   he   can   in   that   moment.   Her   cheeks   hollow   and   take   him   in   and   when   he   invites   her   to   go   further   and   take   more   of   him,   she   takes   it   as   a   challenge.   It's   her   hot   breath   against   his   cock   first   before   she   even   does   it.   "You   are   greedy,   cowboy."   But   she   does   it,   the   salty   taste   lingers   in   her   mouth   as   she   goes   further,   her   hands   pressing   on   his   thighs   for   support,   it's   the   praising   that   gets   to   her,   legs   pressing   together   to   apply   pressure   on   herself   as   she   feels   herself   hot   and   bothered   by   the   way   he   sounds.  

But   Bobbi   does   as   he   told   her   too   and   takes   him   well,   she   hangs   there   for   a   moment,   holding   her   breath   and   releases,   before   she   ventures   to   take   all   of   him   again   and   again,   humming   sounds   around   the   tip   of   his   cock   to   give   him   a   little   edge.   And   for   his   viewing   pleasure,   Bobbi   strips   down   the   straps   on   her   tank   top   and   let   them   fall,   one   hand   moving   the   fabric   away   to   reveal   her   breasts,   adorned   in   lace   knowing   they   will   have   an   affect   on   him.  

"You   going   to   fill   my   mouth   up   or   you   want   something   else?"   Bobbi   teases,   licking   the   shaft   once   more,   one   of   her   hands   cupping   him   over   while   the   other   helps   her   take   him   and   give   perfectly   meassured   massages   to   key   pressure   points.   She   does   thank   her   curiousity   and   title   as   scientist   to   do   this,   for   it   was   all   worth   it   to   see   him   crumble   under   her   mouth.

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me if marvel and people forget bobbi exists: hey there baby girl ;)

[uswlker]

▐║   ★  ┊  ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐘? ❞  he  mumbles  against  the  juncture  of  her  neck,  a  faint  chuckle  made  raw  by  his  roughened  voice.  Training  always  gets  them  hot,  anyway;  he  knows  she'd  do  her  best  to  drive  him  crazy  and  they'd  end  up  right  here.  Well,  if  they  made  it  all  the  way.  Missions  aren't  exempt,  either.  It's  hard  to  watch  Bobbi  in  action  and  not  want  her.  John's  mouth  follows  the  line  of  her  neck,  kissing  along  her  pulse,  down  to  the  hollow  of  her  clavicle  before  returning,  claiming  the  soft  skin  beneath  her  jaw.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ You  knew  what  you  were  doing,  Bobbi, ❞  he  teases.  ❝ Don't  you  think  I  know  you  well  enough  by  now? ❞  Hips  drag  upward,  grinding  down  through  the  stiff  denim  of  his  jeans,  the confinement  growing  more  unbearable  the  more  they  move  together.  But  fuck,  it  feels  good,  even  through  the  clothes.  A  hand  grasps  at  the  backside  of  one  of  her  thighs,  pulling  it  tighter,  higher  against  his  waist;  a  better  angle  to  let  her  feel  the  next  dry  thrust.  A  quiet  hiss  escapes  through  his  teeth,  slow  movements  as  he  feels  her  hips  answer  his  own.  But  the  moment  he  hears  her  suggestion,  it  all  comes  to  a  stop,  attention  stolen  by  the  sensation  of  her  lips  on  his  skin  and  an  offer  he  wouldn't  dare  turn  down.  He  lifts  his  head,  hovering  over  Bobbi  as  his  eyes  find  hers.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ We  could  always  fix  the  wall  again, ❞  John  half-jokes,  the  ghost  of  a  grin  tugging  at  the  corner  of  his  lips.  His  hand  curves  against  the  slope  of  her  jaw,  thumb  reaching  to  brush  over  her  bottom  lip.  ❝ I  think  you  just  like  having  me  wrapped  around  your  finger. ❞  And  here  he  is,  ready  to  let  her  do  it  without  a  second  thought.  He  leans  down,  joining  their  lips  as  his  arm  encircles  her  waist  to  turn  them  both  and  pull  her  on  top  of  him.  As  they  kiss,  he  keeps  one  hand  on  the  back  of  her  neck,  and  the  other  slips  between  them  to  undo  his  belt,  then  takes  one  of  Bobbi's  hands  and  guides it to  the  bulge  beneath  his  jeans.  ❝ Give  me  your  mouth. ❞

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"I   plea   the   fifth."   Bobbi   just   into   a   breathless   laughter   as   he   kisses   her,   humming   sounds   of   approval   grumbling   at   the   back   of   her   throat.   Maybe   she   did   knew   what   she   was   doing   but   she   is   not   at   fault   here,   now   is   she?   John   seem   more   tan   happy   to   have   this   distraction   and   allow   her   to   show   him   more   ways   to   release   tension   than   just   punch   a   wall   or   a   bad   guy.   Even   if   her   body   would   not   be   thankful   in   the   mornings,   the   sweet   ache   is   enough   to   want   him   regardless.   "Well,   pretty   sure   I   implied   having   something   else   wrapped   around   you."   And   she   does   like   how   he   pauses   when   she   is   this   forward.   But   even   more,   she   likes   when   he   gets   dominant.  

That   strength   of   his   coming   in   handy   as   they   switch   places   and   her   legs   squeeze   his   hips,   feeling   his   growing   hardness   between   her   legs.   It   is   embarrassing   how   easy   he   makes   her   wet   those   days.   Her   mouth   brushes   against   his   own   as   she   feels   his   hardness,   guided   hand   wrapping   around   him,   hot   and   warm,   she   bites   his   lip   gently   once   before   she   begins   to   crawl   and   move   down,   eyes   forever   latched   to   him.   "Whatever   my   captain   needs."   And   God,   she   does   want   him   too,   her   hand   remains   around   him,   stroking   him   once,   twice   before   she   gives   him   one   final   look,   a   flip   of   her   hair   to   remain   over   her   shoulder   as   she   leans   down   to   wrap   her   lips   around   the   head   of   his   cock.

  She   teases   it   first,   her   tongue   tasting   that   bitter   saltness   before   swiping   to   the   sides,   what   she   couldn't   reach   with   her   mouth,   being   help   by   her   hand.   "Pull   my   hair."   It   would   be   easier   that   way,   a   smirk   on   her   lips   before   she   takes   him   in   again   and   her   head   begins   to   bob   back   up   and   down,   her   free   hand   grounding   herself   in   his   thigh.

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i just know bobbi and clint had a lot of clothes on action during missions.

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can you believe at one point she was Bobbi Morse-Barton.

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no one bobbi: flips hair

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"Even when they’re not together, they orbit each other like satellites. A little off-course, but never truly apart."

ft. @bowslingers

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@uswlker asked: you're the one who told me to let off some steam.

Eyebrows   raise   as   she   finds   herself   pinned   to   the   bedroom'   floor,   amusement   spread   on   her   features   and   chest   breathing   heavy   with   the   pressure   of   his   own   body   on   hers.   He   is   not   subtle,   he   had   never   been,   the   friction   of   clothes   on   clothes   is   enough   to   drive   her   wild   and   she   does   her   best   to   keep   her   mind   from   giving   in   so   easily.   "I   was   talking   about   some   training   or   casual   black   ops   action,   not   trying   to   drive   me   through   the   bedroom   floor."  

Bobbi   jest,   but   it   had   become   routine   for   her   to   welcome   him,   her   legs   opening   to   welcome   him   between   them,   the   way   her   hips   shift   and   respond   to   the   grinding   of   his   own.   And   if   she   is   being   honest,   when   she   said   blow   off   steam,   she   was   not   really   thinking   of   training.   .   .or   only   training.   Stamina   and   durability   as   well   pent   up   energy   seem   to   be   an   issue   in   all   super   soldiers   she   knows,   herself   included   and   a   man   like   Walker,   well,   he   tends   to   keep   a   lot   inside.   She   is   good   at   levelling   up   the   weight   on   his   shoulders   but   sometimes,   the   best   way   to   let   go   was   simply   that.   .   .put   their   mind   to   something   else.  

Hands   travel   the   length   of   his   shoulders,   down   his   sides,   holding   on   to   his   hips   as   she   rolls   of   her   own,   feeling   him   between   her   legs   and   Bobbi   bites   on   her   lip;   sensing   him   through   the   clothes.   "How   about   I   put   my   mouth   to   good   use,   hm,   soldier?   You   do   deserve   a   little   break."   Nibbling   on   the   back   of   his   earlobe,   Bobbi   pulls   on   the   skin   there   before   kissing   his   neck.   "Can't   have   you   all   pent   up   and   risk   breaking   a   wall,   again."

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watching the summer i turned pretty and sorry, team conrad all the way.

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hawkingbird baby, we love you.

[uswlker]

▐║   ★  ┊  ❝ 𝐈  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊  𝐈𝐓  𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘  𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋.  You've  got  more  nerve  than  anyone  I  ever  met  on  the  battlefield.  ❞  Could  definitely  beat  the  piss  out  of  all  of  'em,  too,  but  that's  an  amusing  thought  he  keeps  to  himself.  He'd  needed  that  moment  of  levity,  to  see  her  smile  and  remind  him  that  at  least  there's  one  person  in  the  world  who  doesn't  hate  him.  Maybe  that's  hyperbolic,  but  in  situations  like  this,  that  feeling  tends  to  come  up  a  lot.  At  least  right  now  there's  only  one  person  he  really  has  to  worry  about  liking  him  or  not.  Tension  with  Olivia?  He  can  handle  that.  Maybe  one  day  they'll  be  able  to  talk  about  what  happened  to  them  and  put  it  all  to  rest  for  good,  but  for  now,  civility  is  enough.  Caleb  is  the  one  he  has  to  win  over.  Too  young  to  understand,  too  young  to  really  talk  it  out.  But  he  deserves  the  effort.  An  attempt.  Bobbi's  lips  are  soft  against  his  knuckles,  the  thumb  at  his  cheek  a  gentle  tether.  Her  kiss  draws  a  slow,  relaxed  exhale  from  his  nose,  nodding  at  her  encouragement. For  good  measure,  he  catches  the  hand  at  his  cheek,  placing  another  quick  kiss  against  her  palm  before  finally  opening  the  door  to  Caleb's  room. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤImmediately,  his  breath  catches  in  his  throat  at  the  sight  of  how  he's  grown.  For  a  second  he  wishes  he  could  just  stand  and  observe,  to  etch  the  scene  into  his  mind  so  that  no  matter  how  this  goes,  he'll  have  something  of  him  left  to  carry  home.  But  their  eyes  lock,  and  John  waits,  unable  to  find  the  words  to  speak  as  he  searches  for  any  sign  that  his  son  still  knows  who  he  is.  Then  he  sees  it:  recognition.  It  crawls  across  Caleb's  features  slowly,  his  tiny  limbs  pushing  up  onto  his  feet  from  the  playmat  in  the  floor,  eyes  growing  wide.  And  in  that  moment,  John  thinks  his  heart  might  just  stop  beating  entirely  as  he  hears  the  word  ❛ daddy  ❜  come  out  of  his  son's  mouth  for  the  first  time  in  almost  two  years.  John's  taken  some  hard  hits  over  the  years,  but  nothing  has  ever  quite  hit  him  as  heavily  as  when  Caleb's  arms  wrap  so  tightly  around  one  of  his  legs.  It's  the  quiet  sobs  against  his  jeans  that  break  him.  The  mix  of  relief,  excitement,  and  two  years  worth  of  sadness  pouring  out  of  that  kid's  eyes.  And  it's  all  John's  fault.  He  did  that  to  his  son  by  staying  away.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤUsually  that  would  be  the  kind  of  thing  to  knock  him  back  into  that  dark  place  he's  barely  escaped  as  of  late,  but  instead,  all  of  that  shame  turns  into  clarity.  Focus.  A  determination  to  never  let  it  happen  again.  ❝ Hey,  bud, ❞  John's  voice  crumbles  as  he  speaks,  a  hand  patting  Caleb's  head  in  comfort  before  he  kneels  and  pulls  him  into  his  arms.  ❝ I'm  sorry  I  was  gone  for  so  long.  God,  I'm  so  sorry. ❞  What  a  guilty  feeling  it  is,  to  have  this  kid  forgive  him  so  easily  when  he'd  failed  him  the  way  he  did.  But  Bobbi  was  right.  The  hard  talks  will  come  later.  Right  now,  he  just  needs  his  dad.  For  a  while,  they  stay  like  that,  father  and  son  shedding  tears,  half-inaudible,  rushed  apologies  leaving  John's  mouth  with  every  breath.  When  the  tears  have  dried  up,  he  stays  kneeling,  holding  the  sides  of  Caleb's  arms.  ❝ Look  at  you,  you  got  so  big  so  fast!  Bet  you're  gonna  be  the  one  carrying  your  mom  around  soon  enough,  huh? ❞  It  earns  the  laugh  he'd  hoped  it  would,  a  thumb  wiping  away  a  few  stray  drops  from  the  sides  of  Caleb's  eyes.  Then  he  notices  the  way  he  looks  over  his  shoulders,  staring  at  the  unintroduced  stranger  that  lingers  in the background.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ This  is  Bobbi, ❞  John  says,  a  soft  grin  as  he  looks  back  at  her.  There's  a  pause,  an  uncertainty  about  how  to  explain  this  to  Caleb.  He's  not  exactly  the  most  well  versed  at  dealing  with  kids.  All  he  can  do  is  be  honest  and  hope  he  understands  as  best  he  can.  ❝ She's  a  special  person  to  daddy.  She  helped  me  get  better  when  I  wasn't  doing  so  good. ❞  A  swallow,  one  more  look  to  Caleb  before  he  turns  them  both  towards  Bobbi,  a  subtle  tilt  of  his  head  to  beckon  her  to  come  closer.  ❝ She  wanted  to  meet  you,  too. ❞  He  gives  a  gentle  nudge  to  Caleb's  shoulder,  encouraging  him  to  approach  Bobbi.  His  steps  are  slow,  but  as  he  gets  close  enough,  Caleb's  hand  stretches  outward  in  an  offer  to  shake  ──  a  gesture  John  had  taught  him  from  the  moment  he  was  old  enough  to  control  his  arms  ──  and  sheepishly  greets  her  with  a  simple,  ❛ Hi. ❜

[bobbitrap]

Bobbi   feels   like   she   is   intruding.   But   John   asked   her   to   be   there   and   Olivia   seems   to   be   okay   with   her,   perhaps   it's   easier   with   having   someone   else   in   the   room   so   tensions   can   dissipate   with   ease.   She   watches   by   the   doorframe   of   the   room   to   let   him   interact   with   Caleb.   it's   easier   that   way,   and   as   a   spy,   she   can   compertamentalize   how   it   is   making   her   feel.   Because   she   is   happy   for   John,   seeing   the   genuine   joy   in   the   boy's   face   when   he   runs   to   his   father   and   the   way   John   seems   to   be   lifting   some   of   that   weight   off   his   shoulders.   It   makes   her   happy.   And   yet,   somehow,   it   makes   her   think   of   what   she   does   not   have.   How   old   her   own   son   would   be,   had   he   lived   to   be   born?

  She   had   named   him,   but   she   never   dared   to   say   it   out   loud   or   even   put   it   on   the   gravestone,   both   for   her   sake   and   Clint's,   but   it   dries   her   throat.   How   parenthood   comes   so   naturally   to   some   people   and   even   when   John   is   struggling,   he   seems   to   be   doing   just   fine   by   the   looks   of   it   (   she   isn't   sure   how   she   would   had   been   as   a   mother,   or   clint   as   a   father,   but   she   often   dreamt   of   it.   )   The   moment   there   is   a   pause   and   small   eyes   look   to   her,   she   is   back   in   the   present,   and   whatever   emotion   is   making   her   eyes   water   up   a   little   is   put   back   in   the   shoebox   she   shoved   it   back   in.   Bobbi   walks   inside   the   room   upon   the   invitation,   only   closing   the   distance   once   Caleb   is   extending   his   hand   and   she   laughs   at   such   a   formal   gesture.  

"Hey   Caleb.   Your   pops'   here   talks   so   much   about   you.   You   look   way   bigger   than   in   the   picture   he   has.   We   should   update   it."   She   said,   taking   the   little   hand   offered   before   her   other   hand   reaches   to   brush   off   curls   off   Caleb'   face,   a   gesture   she   often   does   with   John'   own   unruly   hair.   Down   to   rest   on   her   knees,   she   is   on   eye   level   with   Caleb,   eyes   back   on   John   for   a   fleeting   moment   before   returning   to   the   young   boy.   "They   call   me   Mockingbird,   you   know?   It's   because   I   talk   a   lot.   So   it's   okay   if   you   want   to   be   quiet,   I   can   talk   for   both   of   us.   Even   the   three   of   us."   She   said   as   a   jest   to   put   on   some   jokes   around   the   room.   "I   also   work   with   your   dad.   Keep   him   in   line   you   know."

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 . ( a collection of prompts centered around ... well, smut. adjust phrasing — mature themes, obviously . )

| -> ( ... ) lightly spicy.

meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.

shhh, they'll hear you.

i'm serious - right here, right now.

i needed a distraction, and here you are.

keep reading, don't let me distract you.

can i touch you here ?

i have five minutes, let's make this quick.

you seem to know what you're doing.

oh, we've barely just started.

i won't break, don't be afraid.

can't we just sneak off ? no one will notice.

i'm getting under you to get over someone else. is that okay ?

did you start without me ?

[ in the shower / tub / pool ] are you gonna join me or not ?

you're the one who told me to let off some steam.

you have no idea how long i've wanted this.

looks like it's just us here ... privacy at last.

can we come up with a safe word before continuing ?

you're so beautiful, [ name ].

take these off.

you take them off for me.

wait ... won't they hear us ?

don't get sappy on me, it's just sex.

can we try something new tonight ?

i skipped underwear, just for you.

if you tear that, you're paying for it.

i've missed this so much.

you just want me to do all the work ... it's kinda hot.

you don't have to hide anything from me.

tell me you love me ... i won't hold you to it, just say it.

you know what i'm waiting for.

is this the [ piece / lingerie ] i picked out for you ?

feeling risky ?

your scars don't make me see you any differently.

take me to the sofa, i can't make it to the bed.

i want this. i want you.

i don't know how i ever lived without this. without you.

i could never share you with anyone else.

do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower ...

i want to forget. just help me forget.

is this okay ? [ ... ] tell me if that changes, alright ?

you can pretend i'm [ name ], if that helps.

let's make this last ... i want you to remember tonight.

this doesn't have to mean anything.

i want to hear you say it.

do you trust me with this ?

let me take care of you.

right here on the counter ? naughty ...

i want to paint that pretty neck plum with hickeys.

someone's feeling bold tonight.

don't worry, i'll buy you another one.

you turn me on so easily --

say please.

| -> ( ... ) xxxtra spicy.

you're doing so well for me , [ name ].

i thought i told you to [ wait / stay still ].

choke me . i promise i'll be fine .

i'm so fucking [ wet / hard ] for you.

fuck ... that's amazing , right there ...

i'm all yours ... fuck- all yours–

touch yourself for me.

can you come from just this ?

ah-- you're going to leave a mark.

do you want to taste yourself ?

please, [ name ] - i want to come.

do you have any idea how good you taste ?

you look so fucking good down there.

show me where it feels good, [ ... ] right there ?

faster ... fuck, i'm so close.

please, please, plea-

if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing.

say you're mine. shout it so everyone knows what we're doing in here.

don't stop, fuck, please don't stop-

i won't stop until you've come so hard your legs shake.

get on your knees for me, baby.

are you getting close ? i'm almost there–

fuck me like you hate me. pretend if you have to.

fuck me like you love me. pretend if you have to.

i love the sounds you make ... i can't get enough.

get yourself off ... i love watching you.

come for me. now.

grab your [ toy ], i'm about to rock your world.

please touch me. please, i'll do anything.

look how pretty you are when you're about to come.

we shouldn't ... ah, we shouldn't be doing this.

fuck, [ name ], i'm coming ... fuck-

tell me how badly you need [ it / me ].

you feel so fucking good.

please, i'm so close.

[bobbitrap]

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