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MASTERLIST:
Bob Reynolds
headcanons, thunderbolts* headcanons,
FICS/IMAGINES:
two's company (fluff), kiss it better (fluff), SFW alphabet, NSFW alphabet, he asked for no pickles >:(, jealous bob mini, waiting room, you talk bob through it
SERIES:
Swallow You Whole part 1, part 2, CANCELLED
Frank Castle
FICS/IMAGINES:
frank and makeup, frank and curly hair!reader, frank and super soldier!reader, reverse cowgirl with frank, frank about tattoos and piercings
you talk bob through it. mdni sorry you guys i'm ovulating
his hands quiver as he hovers over your bare body, splayed out on the mattress just for him. "A little treat," you'd called it, "You've been so good recently, Robby."
and he fell for your trap like a fly in a carnivorous plant. he shook above you, dressed in his duckie boxers and shirt he'd been wearing since the night before, too bewildered to remove it. he listened to your encouraging words, your small "c'mon baby,"s and "you're my good boy"s, his brain turning to mush in an instant as he cupped your tits in his hands, gentle as if they were glass.
he was ever so patient, and ever so obedient, removing his shirt when you asked him to, obeying like a good boy because he's your good boy. he's taking off his boxers next and discarding them who knows where, hands shakily parting your thighs and eyes scrunched up as he sinks into you. you grip his soft curls and pull him down, caressing the soft, sweaty skin of his neck as he sheepishly thrusted over and over, sloppy and uncoordinated.
"fuck, you feel so," he panted, unable to finish his sentence through the heat, soft hands gripping your hips and squeezing while he buried his face in your chest, thrusts growing desperate.
"so good, please," he continued whining, rutting sloppily. "please, let me cum."
you denied him for a while, tugging on his brown locks whenever he got too close to the edge, only letting him have his release once you were satisfied by how much he'd come apart above you.
he buried deep with a cry, hunching over you as his whole body shook with his release, filling you up and sating that ache.
it took a while for you both to come down but when you do, bob's kissing any expanse of skin he can reach with his lips, not pulling out of you just yet.
If you could give me a Bob Reynolds fic based on Waiting Room by Pheobe Bridgers I’ll give you good karma for the rest of your days
I AM SO SORRY. this is so late. it's nearly been a whole month. tbh, i sat on it for like 10 days before i even started to plan it out but i love this req so much.
i'm not a pheobe bridgers listener but i put this song on loop for like the last week and it fits bob so much. this is from bob's pov because i had ideas, i hope it lives up to your standards because i am NOT confident in this at all. i hope you enjoy it!
tags: bob's depression moment, yearning, reader is completely oblivious omg
WAITING ROOM | ROBERT REYNOLDS X READER
You.
That was what was on Robert's mind. Always you, nothing else for more than a few moments. Your smile, your laugh, your face, your hair, your body, your voice, it all drew him in like a siren, he a sailor dangerously close to murky water. His eyes were on you every time you stepped into the room he was in, his skin erupting in goosebumps that spread like wildfire down his arms every time he so much as had a thought about you. God help him when you spoke to him, he stutters and stumbles over his words and stares at your lips with every word you utter.
He worshipped you like a goddess.
But that was his secret, one that he'd keep until his grave.
He yearned deeply for you, someone he knew he could never have. He wasn't good enough. He wasn't healthy enough. He knew that once - if - he had you, he'd fuck it up. He'd lose you, and that was even more daunting than anything life could throw at him, even more terrifying than facing the void alone. You were oblivious. To every lingering look, every subtle touch, it broke his heart that he had to stay away.
He knew it was for the best.
Bob would be up early every morning and up late every night, tossing and turning because he was terrified of the dark, of the unknown, and of the future. He would watch shitty movies in the main room of the tower, sat on the weirdly uncomfortable curved sofa that the decorators had insisted on, with an old blanket and a bucket of popcorn. This was a hobby you'd walked in on one night while you were wandering aimlessly, attempting to tire yourself out.
You'd exited the elevator with a soft sigh, noticing the gentle glow of the TV and a Bob that was slumped against the couch, eyes half lidded and focused on the screen, his hand buried in a bowl of popcorn. You laughed to yourself at the sight, padding past him on the balls of your feet to get to the kitchen, bringing back a cold bottle of water and hopping over the back of the couch to sit beside him. He jumped, startling awake as he caught the bowl before it spilled onto the floor, some kernels jumping out. His body turned, eyes meeting yours, and he froze.
"Hey." You smiled, unscrewing the bottle cap and taking a sip, setting it on the coffee table in front of you two.
"Hey." His voice was groggy and low, rough from disuse.
"Why are you up so late?"
"Can't sleep."
You studied his face, his eyes focused intensely on yours. He sat like he was trying not to breathe, not to move. It was a strange sight, but you shook it off. "What are you watching?"
He paused, glancing back at the screen, the volume too low for anything comprehensible to be heard. Then he shrugged and leaned back, turning to face the TV again. "Some kind of fantasy, it was on the recommended so I just put it on." His gaze roved across the screen and the corners of his lips twitched into a hesitant smile. "I need background noise to sleep, I think it's because… well, I don't like the dark."
You nodded along to his words, your own gaze meeting the screen. Two characters holding hands under a pale orange sky, rocking back and forth as they trekked up a grassy slope. It seemed to be the conclusion of the story. "I get it."
He turned back to you, watching your soft features glow under the blue light. He stayed silent, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as his fingers drummed anxiously against his knee. You were oblivious, watching the credits begin to roll as some kind of suspenseful music spills from the speakers.
Bob would do anything for you, but here you were. Just sitting here, and he couldn't even hold a conversation. He looked away, then down to his lap, then up to the screen, and back at you. His breath caught in his throat as you stared back at him, catching notice of his nerves.
"Why can't you sleep?"
Bob paused, eyes searching yours for a few moments, then swallowed and looked away again. "The dark, it… it reminds me too much of, well, you know." He rubbed his nape, head aching. "I feel like if I close my eyes, let myself relax even for a second, I might not come back from it."
You frowned. His voice was small, quiet, like he hadn't wanted to say anything in the first place.
You two fell into an awkward silence, until the movie ended and the screen turned black, plunging you both into darkness again. Bob tensed, able to hear the blood rush through his ears. He saw movement in the dark, half convinced it was just his damaged mind trying to trick him. The screen flipped on, the bright blue of whatever streaming service background filling the empty space, illuminating the darkness.
He cleared his throat. "I should, uh, get to bed. I'll see you in the morning." He stood, setting his popcorn on the coffee table and disappearing into the hallway. The distant beep of the elevator could be heard from down the hall as you sat in the newfound silence and empty of the main room. Sighing, you stood and folded the blanket he'd been using, laying it over the back of the couch.
Bob's eyes stung with unshed tears, disappointed in himself for looking like an idiot in front of you. He cursed under his breath and flipped the light on back at his bedroom, kicking the wall. He gasped and held his foot tight, whining and cursing again at the pain that shot up his leg. "Shit, shit, fuck, ow," he breathed, leaning his head against the wall as he massaged his toes, the pain providing a brief escape from the looming thought of you.
His whining turned into small sobs, letting go of his foot and pulling himself away from the wall, hand rubbing his temple while he stepped towards his bed. The navy sheets hadn't been changed in days, his laundry half littered the floor and half stuffed into crevices that nobody would ever see, his own attempt at hiding it. The bed creaked under his weight, his face squishing into his pillow as he muttered under his breath.
"Stupid, can't do anything," He hiccoughed, "Can't do anything right. Fucking idiot." He kneeled, dragging himself up with his hands and wiping his wet face on the duvet.
He wasn't up at his usual time. You took notice, his presence was missed from the tower, emptiness in his place. He stayed in his bed until long after noon, emerging to get some water and maybe some food. His eyes were raw and red as he walked past, dressed in the same pyjamas he wore the previous night. Alexei dragged him into a conversation with his daughter while you watched discreetly from your position on the couch.
You would hover around him the next week or so, joining him every other night to watch a movie until he got comfortable enough to fall asleep beside you on that couch, waking up to you preparing breakfast for the two of you. He watched you less obsessively, though you didn't notice. You never noticed. And he understood now.
Bob was aiming too high. He needed to work through it one step at a time. He knew he was too broken, he knew he needed to heal much more before he even started to consider starting any kind of relationship with you.
that waiting room fic in my inbox that has been sitting for over 10 days WILL be published i WILL publish it and I WILL have more bob content on the way
Jealous Bob? Or jealous reader? I’m a sucker for the jealousy trope😫
Also I just read the pickle Drabble for Bob and it’s so funny! He would totally stand in the back and wave awkwardly 😂😂😂
YES i'm so sorry for the long ass delay my mental health has been kicking my ass but i can't stop thinking about these reqs because he's literally my husband.
jealous bob? hells yeah i can do that i just need room to write babe
it's like a mini fic, a lil suggestive at the end i'm sorry i'm just a girl
also i have a habit of ending these with dialogue ugh
You could feel his eyes on you.
Intense, burning. Like he was trying to burn a hole through the back of your head.
And maybe you'd induced it. Maybe you wanted him to feel this way. It was only fair, the way he'd been acting around other people. Even if it was unintentional, it certainly rustled your feathers.
So you'd been ignoring him for a few days, pulling back when he leans in for a kiss and going out of your way to interact with other people.
And poor Bucky, it was your fault for dragging him into this.
You gently set your hand on his arm as you laughed at a dry joke he cracked, stood in the doorway and angled just so slightly that Bob would see the both of you. And see you he did. His fists clenched and unclenched at his side as he idly listened to whatever Walker and Ava had been arguing about, nodding in disinterest when Walker turns to defend himself. Your lips turned up in amusement as you slid your hand further up, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You're so strong, Bucky…" You purred, squeezing the muscle as he crossed his arms, the dark compression shirt allowing his arms to bulge slightly.
He grinned sarcastically. "Oh yeah, I hadn't noticed."
You laughed. Maybe a little too loud. And Bob bristled, standing up with a furious huff as he stomped over to where the two of you stood, his arm finding your shoulder and whipping you around to face him, eyes sparkling with flecks of gold, a hint of the pure power beneath.
Bucky's eyes widened momentarily, then he chuckled and turned around, disappearing from the scene.
"Bob!" You yelped, pushing at his chest. He didn't even move.
Bob took your wrist, nails digging crescents into the skin as he pulled you along to the elevator, past the arguing Walker and Ava, and past Alexei who had just exited the elevator.
Dragging you inside, he ripped his hand from yours and punched the tenth button, standing back, coiled with impatience and silent anger.
You gulped, standing beside him and intertwining your fingers, fidgeting anxiously. Maybe you'd taken it too fair. Bob was never so quiet, nor confident, he was always stammering over his words and flushing a deep shade of pink at every feather light touch you gave him. As the elevator reached his desired floor and slid open it's doors, Bob's hand found your wrist again and continued his dragging towards his room. He kicked the door open and pushed you inside, caging you against the door and panting.
"What the fuck were you doing?" He snapped, voice low and dangerous.
"I-"
"Touching him. Flirting with him. You're not his. You can't pull away from me like that." He growled, dipping his head and taking your chin in his hand, squeezing your cheeks together as his lips hovered bare centimetres away from yours. "You can't do that to me, honey."
"I'm sorry," You panted, breathless and limp, your mind foggy with desperation as your eyes remained glued to his lips.
"That's right." He sighed, pulling you ever so closer and connecting both your lips into a sweet and tender kiss, all the fury draining from his form in a beat.
Bob pulled away and you whined, chasing the kiss. He laughed. "Hey. hey, don't… I don't like seeing you that way." He said, brows furrowing. "I devote myself to you, and I know that anyone else could take you from me in a heartbeat, it.." He paused, finding the right words. "It makes me feel angry. Possessive. I can't lose you, baby.."
Your hand found his other one, squeezing reassuringly. "You won't, I only… I only felt jealous, Robby… I wanted to see you react to it…"
He smiled, nervous, unsure, then pulled your face towards him and kissed you again, only pulling away when he couldn't breathe. Your breaths mangles together, the unspoken need between you two buzzing like a livewire. He went to ask, but you shushed him and hiked your leg up his hip.
Perhaps a Frank x reader who's like newly not a virgin so they're trying new things everyday? Doesn't have to be super intricate or detailed!!
:DDD sorry this took a few days I had a mini break !! tysm for the request <3333
I'm gonna bullet point these because this gave me thoughts, i'll write a mini fic about it after if I get to it :)
(not proofread! I have a few inbox reqs to get through^^)
SMUT UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI
Frank is big. He's huge. Both down there and in general, his hands are like paws when he grips your skin and let's be fr he never has his hands off you. And a safeword was established IMMEDIATELY this man DOES NOT play.
So it was a massive struggle to get him inside for the first time. he worked you for hours, just to slowly ease in, praising you with every inch you took, "atta(girl/boy), you're taking me so well. So warm around me."
He would be slow and sweet, keeping you below him for the first few times, refusing to speed up in fear that he'll hurt you.
Once he's over that initial anxiety though, he's almost as feral as you are. He lets you come to him with things to try and experiment with.
Like s few days after, you asked to try different positions through the night, so Frank had you on your hands and knees, then he took you against the wall, it took a little convincing for him to let you ride on top of him but you compromised with his hands guiding you.
You'd be sore for DAYS after and this man is waiting on you out of guilt.
He's also willing to try anything* with you. (he's not into any kind of violence towards you, though. He'll slap you and maybe pull your hair but that's it. also no weird bodily fluids.)
Speaking of hair pulling, when he's pounding you from the back you best be SURE he's wrapping your hair around his fist and using it to hold you up!!!
Frank once came home with handcuffs after one of his nightly outings and a literal lightbulb appeared above your head. Your eyes lit up and Frank was confused until you were dragging him to the bedroom and instructing him to cuff your wrists to the headboard.
Achievement unlocked: Bondage.
He likes it because he can overstimulate you without your hands in the way, tugging and pulling him away when he's really concentrated on getting you there.
Speaking of overstimulation, that's something you both tried pretty soon after your first time. He got you to 3 orgasms with his tongue and nearly 3 more with his cock and he was incredibly smug about it.
You proposed choking too, really excitedly, and Frank humoured you for a few minutes, his calloused hand wrapping around your throat just before you teetered over the edge and he wasn't expecting how much he loved it.
You would try to roleplay too. He'll dress up in that skull-painted kevlar with a few **unloaded** guns and you'd pretend to be a victim. It didn't last long. He got pissed off with the vest and he couldn't take it seriously at all.
Candles??? He'd try them. Regardless of your reaction to the hot wax over your skin, he wouldn't really find use in them when he could make you feel much better on his tongue.
One thing he would immediately refuse would be anything outside of your apartment. You are his. He is yours. Nobody else is allowed to see you that way.
Love how early Daredevil EPs are just Foggy and Co. wondering where their beloved blind friend is and assuming he couldn't have gone far only for it to cut to Matt dragging his mangled body through some blown up warehouse
Peak secret identity comedy that other superhero shows wish they had
Frank Castle x reader with face piercings and tattoos but is like the epitome of looks like they would kill you but is a sweetheart? like reader is just the cutest most social butterfly and also looks terrifying? :))
yesyesyesyesyes
Frank would be all about it. It wasn't really his thing before but just seeing them on you and how much you like them makes it good enough for him. He's all about the aftercare too, like if you got a new one he's always reminding you to put the lotion on them TWICE per day and making sure you're taking it easy with any new tattoos, and making sure you're careful with your piercings too because he's seen what happens when they get accidentally caught on something.
It's nice for once that he's not standing next to someone that looks the exact opposite of him, too. He's big and strong and intimidating but you have a bunch of metal and ink in your skin. Passer-bys on the street would see you two and probably cross to the other side of the road, not wanting any potential trouble.
And you're a big social butterfly, going out with friends as much as you can, and he loves it. He does, he encourages it, but he's incredibly overbearing and overprotective of this person who can clearly handle themselves and it's cute.
Also, Frank likes to trace the outlines of your tattoos whenever you're cuddling him and he's got any skin he can grab at. It's soothing for the both of you but don't talk to him about it or he'll stop because he's embarrassed.
Reader trying reverse cowgirl with frank 😍😍🫠like imagine holding onto his arms or him ughhhabzhfb idek
UGH YES this man has a chokehold on me atm I love him
Frank definitely prefers positions where he's the one in control because he *knows* how to make you feel good and that's his #1 mission(ary) but when you're on top he's a whole different guy. If his hands aren't on your hips or thighs they're clenching into fists at his sides because he's trying to hold back from grabbing you and flipping you over. REVERSE COWGIRL HOWEVER, he's dead. He's gone. The view of your back and your ass? Fucking hell he's drooling and moaning and praising you the whole time.
He's so large too like you're holding onto him while you're riding him and you just hear his groans behind you with an "attagirl" or a "keep going, doll" because you're trying your best oh god i'm DECEASED I have flatlined.
He'll feel your nails digging into his thighs or biceps and he's hissing and bucking his hips into you and eventually just giving up and flipping you two over because he can't stop himself. He'll kiss your head and apologise with a "sorry, baby" and just go to town ughhh
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