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BUCKY BARNES
Hole In The Earth
My Desire
Party 4 U
Girls Like You (Continuation of My Desire)
Forwards Beckon Rebound
Cradle
All The Small Things
BOB/ROBERT REYNOLDS (😇)/SENTRY(☀️)/THE VOID (🫥)
Carry The Zero (😇)
When The Sun Hits (😇)
Cherry Waves (😇)
Plainclothes Man (😇)
All The Rage Back Home (😇)
Sailor Song (😇)
I Wanna Get Lost With You (😇)
I Want You (Fever) (Part 2 of Plainclothes man) (😇)
Signs (😇)
It’s You I’m Thinking Of (😇)
Send The Pain Below (😇)
Spanish Sahara (😇)
Fable (Part 2 of Sailor Song) (😇)
The Greatest Light Is The Greatest Shade (😇)
Test Drive (🫥)
Velour and Velcro (😇)
Detonate (😇)
Sports Car (😇)
Affection (😇)
Entombed (Sequel to Test Drive) (😇/🫥)
Journal of Ardency (Sequel to Sports Car) (☀️)
Late For The Sky (😇)
At The Beach, In Every Life (Final Part of Sailor Song) (😇)
If I Believe You (🫥)
The Air That I Breathe (😇)
Lovers (😇/☀️)
Never Let Me Go (😇)
Only He Can Heal Me (😇)
Crying Lightning (😇/☀️)
Big Shot (😇)
Got You (Where I Want You) (😇)
Body Paint (😇)
I’ll Believe In Anything (😇/☀️)
I Do Love You (😇)
I’m On Fire (😇)
Instant Crush (😇/☀️)
Embrace (😇)
Nothing Matters (😇)
She’s Thunderstorms (😇)
Some Kind Of Love (😇)
Business (😇)
For Sure (Sequel to Some Kind Of Love) (😇/☀️/🫥)
Good Grief (😇/☀️)
The Dark Side (🫥)
Dawn: Making An Effort (😇)
Makes Me Want You (☀️)
Tonight, Tonight (😇/☀️)
Something Human (😇)
I Feel You (☀️)
Only Human (🫥)
Adore Me (😇)
Feel It All Around (😇)
Soak Up The Sun (😇)
A House In Nebraska (😇)
The Moon Song (😇)
Under Cover Of Darkness (🫥)
Spoiled (😇)
Night Sky (😇)
Kiss It Off Me (☀️)
Strangers (😇/☀️)
Self Control (😇)
Telescope (😇)
Stop The World Cause I Wanna Get Off With You (☀️)
Plainsong (😇)
You Caught The Light (☀️)
Little Golden Age (😇)
Smoke Signals (😇)
Oxygen (🫥)
Paper Crown (Featuring Bucky!) (😇)
Fire For You (😇/☀️)
Shake Me Down (☀️)
Ordinary Dream (😇/🫥)
Sundowner (☀️)
Claws (😇)
Sometimes (☀️)
RHETT ABBOTT
Purple Lace Bra
Moonlight Desires
Driver
No Angels
Tongue
My Favourite Game
Banquet
In The Heat Of The Moment
Boys On The Radio
BOB FLOYD
Supersonic
Glide
Fantasy
CALVIN EVANS
This Charming Man
MISC. (OTHER CHARACTERS THAT IM NOT WRITING ON A DAILY BASIS!)
Summary: You caught Bob touching himself to a picture of you.
Warnings: Smut, Mdni, porn with no plot, male masturbation, mentions of female masturbation, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), p in v, getting caught.
As you were hiding inside the closet with your hand covering your mouth trying to stay as quiet as you could. You saw him starting to touch himself laying on the bed. He was too concentrated on himself until he froze, He stood still for a few seconds. The thing that you didn't know is that thanks to the serum his senses were elevated to the max so he could sense and feel the heartbeat of other people. He never mentioned it because he thought it was weird saying it out loud.
The room was really dark just luminated by the moonlight. He stood up pulling his boxers up. Your stomach dropped, you panicked not knowing if he would open the closet. You felt like your heart would pop out of you, this was too much, what were you supposed to say? You just have seen everything, how he pulled a picture of you to touch himself. It wasn't like you didn't like him. You had had a crush on him for a while, it kind of make you excited knowing he probably felt the same way, but now you had bigger problems.
He walked over to the bathroom that was next to the closet, you panicked thinking you were going to get caught. For a second you thought of running out without looking back, but he would probably still see you.
He walked to the closet, standing Infront of it, you were cooked, he knew someone was there. He exhaled slowly. His hand travelled to the small handles of the closet. You gasped quietly panicking not knowing what you were going to say. He opened it slowly, his eyes widened meeting yours. He expected anyone but you. His face turned red in shame, you probably saw him, saw everything. He stood in shock for a few seconds.
You started apologizing immediately. "Bob, I'm so sorry i didn't meant to see you, I wanted to scare you. I know it's bad to invade your privacy but believe me i didn't meant to see you."
He just pinched the bridge of his nose not knowing what to say. "You- You saw everything?"
"Y-yes, but i swear i didn't meant to, please i don't wasn't this to affect our friendship, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"What? no, you didn't make me uncomfortable, if you put it that way I should be the one apologizing for having a picture of you and doing that stuff with it."
You didn't know what possessed you, but you wanted to make him know that that was the last thing you felt. "I-I don't mind actually... I think it is really sexy."
He tilted his head slightly in surprise. "Are you being for real?"
You nodded. "Can I be honest?" You encouraged yourself. "I-I have done the same thing. When I touch myself, I-I think of you."
His pupils widened. His half hard cock grew in his boxers. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I can't help it"
You pressed your tights, you could feel yourself getting wetter. Your hand traveled to his waistband playing with it. "Can- Can I?" He nodded not being able to speak, the feeling of you being that close to him send shivers to his body. You started rubbing your hand against the fabric, he let out a small groan. "When i was inside the closet i could only think about going out and help you finish." That was what he needed just to get completely hard. You could see his hard cock palpitating against the fabric. He placed his hands behind your head, pulling you closely to him. "Can i kiss you?" You could feel his hard breathing against your face. "You don't have to ask, do whatever you want with me." He thought this was a dream, everything he ever wanted was now right Infront of him. He crashed his lips into yours kissing you deeply and passionate. His tongue made his way into yours, tasting every inch of your mouth.
You both pulled back in a desperate look for air, the only thing connecting you both now was a string of saliva. You both made your way to his bed, you pushed him into it, making him lay. The view was perfect you could see his sculped body, he was just perfect. You pulled out his boxers leaving him now completely naked, his perfect length now hanging out. You crawled into him. Grabbing his big hard cock with your soft hands. You gave his tip kisses that made him moan. Your tongue now started working in him licking and tasting him. You started sucking him slowly. His hands travelled to your hair, playing and guiding you to take him deeper. You sucked faster and deeper making the room echo with the filthy sounds. "Oh baby, I-I'm going to cu-" He couldn't even finish his words, he could just whine and moan.
With your free hand you stated stroking him. "Not yet, I wanna feel you deep inside of me." You stood up stripping Infront of him. He glanced at you, he threw his head back, it was too much, he was feeling too much. You made your way into him, placing your knees next to his hips. You grabbed his length sliding it slowly to your entrance, rubbing it against your wet pussy. You placed his tip into you, you both moaned at the same time at the feeling. You sat completely in him feeling every vein of him, His perfect length filling you up. You rocked your hips slowly, placing your hands in his hard chest. His eyebrows furrowed, opening his mouth letting out small whines of pleasure out, it was like music to your ears, it made you clench him harder. You fastened your speed making the bed shake. "Open your eyes baby, I wanna see you looking at me." He obey you immediately. His eyes flickered with golden. His hands travelled to your ass pressing you deeper into him. He loved how your tits bounced at the movement. "I fucking love you." He moaned. "I love you too baby. I fucking love you too." With a few more pounds you felt your orgasm arrive. You clenched him tightly making him loose himself into you. He came hard shooting himself deeply in you with a loud groan. You felt every last drop, it was really hot but it felt amazing inside of you.
You collapsed on the bed, your chest rising and falling heavily. You both stared at the ceiling for a few seconds until a knock in the door interrupted you. "Hey Bob have you seen y/n? I can't find her anywhere." Yelena opened the door slowly. The view was terrifying for her, seeing you both naked was something she never thought could happen. "Oh my god! what the fuck you guys are disgusting." She covered her eyes as she closed the door.
You both looked at each other processing what just happened. "I think we just fucked up."
If you doze off with your head on his shoulder, Bob instantly freezes. He becomes a human statue, terrified that even a slight twitch or a deep breath will wake you up. He will stare blankly at the TV for hours, refusing to reach for the remote.
He’ll gently untangle your hair from your face, slide a pillow under your head, and drape his favorite worn out jumper over your shoulders. He’ll whisper ask if you’ve had water today before you completely drift off.
Bob loves the quiet vulnerability of these moments. While you’re half asleep, he’ll gently trace your knuckles and press soft, lingering kisses to your temple. It’s during these quiet times, away from the weight of the world, that he feels truly safe and loved.
He will try so hard to be quiet that he inevitably causes a disaster. He’ll attempt to tiptoe out of the room to get you a blanket, only to stub his toe on the coffee table, let out a strangled, silent scream, and knock over a stack of books in the process. He’ll then freeze and stare at you with wide, panicked eyes to see if you noticed.
Bob takes sleeptalking entirely too seriously. If you mumble something nonsensical, Bob will lie awake in a cold sweat, trying to analyze the metaphorical meaning of it and get genuinely stressed if your dreamself doesn't answer him.
Bob is too polite for his own good. If you slowly roll away, cocooning yourself in all of the duvet, he won't wake you up. He will just lie there, shivering in his t-shirt, curled into a tight ball. If you wake up in the middle of the night, you’ll find him trying to stay warm by hugging a pillow, looking like a freezing, abandoned puppy.
He is incredibly gentle when it comes to waking you up in the morning. He’ll make a quiet cup of coffee or tea, set it on the nightstand, and sit on the edge of the bed, softly brushing your hair out of your eyes. He’ll wait patiently until you blink your eyes open, offering a tired but incredibly warm smile.
The Sentry
A soft, blindingly handsome smile instantly takes over his face. He loves when you’re sleepy because it means you trust him completely. He’ll scoop you up in his arms before you can even protest, holding you like you’re the most precious, fragile thing in the universe.
Sentry acts as a literal human space heater. If you’re cold, he will emit a very low, gentle golden aura that warms you right up to the perfect temperature. He’ll also use his cape as the ultimate weighted blanket, wrapping you up in the heavy, soft blue fabric.
He will carry you to bed, not by walking, but by gently levitating a few inches off the ground so you don't feel a single bump or jagged step. He’ll hold you close against his chest, letting you fall asleep to the steady, powerful, and deeply grounding beat of his heart.
His ambient glow is great until he gets too happy or relaxed and accidentally increases the brightness. You’ll be trying to sleep, only to open your eyes to what looks like a 500watt solar flare sitting next to you
Sentry finds it absolutely adorable if you start mumbling. He will just chuckle softly, his chest rumbling against your cheek. If you start arguing in your sleep, he will playfully play along, using his grand, heroic voice to match your sleepy energy.
Despite what Sentry says about not being able to steal blankets from a god, you can, and you will, but deep down Sentry doesn't care. He doesn't get cold. In fact, if you steal all the blankets, he’ll just smile, slide closer to you, and wrap his massive arms around your cocoon. He becomes your secondary, super heated blanket. You’ll wake up feeling like you slept inside a toaster.
Sentry is a morning person to an almost annoying degree. He wakes up energized, literally glowing with the power of a million exploding suns. He’ll gently levitate above you, looking down with a huge, blinding grin, and press a flurry of soft kisses all over your face until you start giggling and push him away. He loves bringing you breakfast in bed, complete with a perfectly arranged flower from the garden.
The Void
He doesn't say much, but the room instantly grows colder and much darker. Shadows will rise from the corners of the room, creeping over the windows to block out any annoying sunlight. He wants absolute peace for you, and he will enforce it.
He eliminates all sensory annoyances. If the neighbor is mowing the lawn or a dog is barking outside, the Void will stretch his shadow tendrils out the window to... intimidate the source of the noise into absolute silence. Not wanting another harsh talk with the rest of the team.
He won't sit next to you for a while instead he'll sit on the floor, watching the corners, making sure nothing gets close to you to disturb your peace, and because he doesn't feel adequate enough to be beside you, no matter what you say. Instead, cool, wispy shadow tendrils will gently stroke your hair or wrap around your waist, cooling you down if you get too hot under the hundreds of blankets you insist on having. He finds a strange sense of peace in how calm your heartbeat gets when you're asleep near to something so inherently dangerous.
The Void has absolutely zero chill when it comes to protecting your sleep cycle. If your phone buzzes with a notification, he'll raise his hand and phase it into another dimension until morning. If a fly dares to buzz in the bedroom, it’s not getting swatted, it’s getting obliterated by a micro tendril of dark matter. You’ll wake up to a perfectly silent room, totally unaware of the shadow war he just fought against a single mosquito
The Void finds your sleeptalking fascinating. If you mumble something weird, the shadow tendrils around the room will literally perk up and twist in curiosity. If you happen to mumble a complaint about someone who annoyed you during the day, most likely Walker, the Void’s eyes will glow in anger. You have to quickly mumble "kidding" to save his life.
If you yank the blanket away from him, he'll grab the other end of the blanket and yank it back. This quickly turns into a silent, sleepy tug-of-war while you are still half-asleep. If you let out a sleepy, frustrated whine, he will immediately let go, grumbling in a whisper, and instead just wrap his actual, chilly shadow body around you to keep you anchored.
The Void hates the morning. He hates the sun, and he hates the fact that the day is starting because it means you have to leave bed. He will actively try to keep you asleep. If he hears your alarm go off, he'll make it dissappear, but knowing he does this, you keep a few hidden around the room, causing him to groan in frustration.
Summary: Bob just can’t get enough of you. It’ll ruin him. He doesn’t care.
Word count: 1.6k
Tags and warnings: Smut, possessiveness and clinginess, brief mention of addiction, established relationship, Bob thinking he’s a god (talk your shit, king), Bob’s POV, the Void, Bob/Sentry/Void are all the same person (just different aspects of Bob), Bob is smitten and besotted and in love, reader is she/her, no use of Y/N. 18+! Minors, please do not interact!
(I kept getting this urge to explore some of the darker aspects of Bob’s personality and powers and…here we are. This is more like two smaller fics that are similar enough to pair together in one post. I don’t think it’s overly graphic or dark, but please heed the warnings, just in case! Thank you as always to the wonderful @getaapologist for sitting through my nonsense!)
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A sentry's duty is to keep watch for danger. And slowly, over time, Bob grows more confident in his role as the Golden Guardian of Good.
Keep watch. Control access. Guard.
Control.
And he does. He learns to control his powers, learns to keep The Void locked away. He lives up to his title. He’s good. He doesn’t hurt, he doesn’t destroy. He helps, he protects. He’s finally what he wanted to be all long.
Something better. Something more.
And the more he helps — the more he protects, rescues, saves — the more he wants to do it. It becomes an unbearable itch that he can’t quite reach, can never truly satisfy.
It becomes an addiction. The power he holds. Valentina was right — he is a God. And shouldn’t a God use his powers for good? Shouldn’t he keep the helpless humans safe from danger? From themselves?
And then there’s you. Oh, he’d burn the world to the ground to protect you. And slowly, these thoughts come to him, over and over. Unrelenting. Persistent. At first, he tries to ignore them. They feel irrational, delusional even. But then, gradually, they start to wear him down.
They start to make sense.
You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He couldn’t bear to lose you. He doesn’t want to remember the man he was before he met you. And he won’t ever have to, if he can just keep you safe.
After all, you’re as human as the rest of them. Shouldn’t he protect you too? Protect you from harm, from those who would hurt you, from those who would use you to hurt him?
Shouldn’t he keep you safe from yourself? Doesn’t a God know what’s best?
At first, it’s subtle. Barely noticeable. Blink and you’d miss it. Bob’s always been a little clingy with you. You've always thought it was sweet. It’s nice to be needed. You know what he's been through, and it feels like a privilege for him to trust you so much.
But then, as time goes by, it starts to change. Grow. Wherever you go, he always seems to be there first.
It doesn’t go unnoticed by the others.
Walker passes by the two of you sitting together at the kitchen table one afternoon. There's no mistaking his blatant grimace.
“Can’t remember the last time I saw one of you without the other,” he snarks. “It’s getting creepy.”
A sudden crack erupts through the room as the table collapses in pieces beneath Bob’s palms. Before you can process what’s happened, he’s on his feet, pulling you away from the mess. He checks you over with care, turning your hands over in his and muttering to himself about splinters.
You and Walker exchange a glance while he’s distracted. All too soon, Bob’s pulling your attention back to him, a worried expression on his face as he caresses your cheek. The ground feels as though it’s been pulled out from under you. You’ve never seen his eyes so golden before.
The Watchtower is a sanctuary, but now, it’s starting to feel like a gilded sage. When was the last time you left? The last time Bob didn’t have an excuse, a distraction? Something to keep you by his side, under his watchful eye.
And when you finally confront him about it, you expect denial. An argument. Lies.
But that’s not what happens at all.
He paces the room, back and forth, head bowed as he speaks, hands wringing over and over.
“You don’t understand how dangerous it is out there,” he says, voice low and laced with something you can’t quite place.
Something that makes heat pool in your stomach and twists it in knots all at once.
You watch him as he moves, as his blinks quicken, as his jaw tics over and over.
“What if something were to happen? And I- I wasn’t there. If I wasn’t fast enough. If I couldn’t-”
His voice cracks, and he stops suddenly, blinking back tears.
“I have to keep you safe,” he whispers despairingly.
He crosses the room to where you sit, dropping to his knees at your feet. Forehead pressed to your thighs as his hands search clumsily for yours. His grip is just teetering on the wrong side of too tight.
“I know it’s wrong of me to try and keep you all to myself, but I- I couldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to you,” he murmurs in a choked voice.
When he raises his head, his eyes are as bright as the sun. And while you wipe away his tears — try and reassure him, sate him — you don’t notice how the shadows creep up over you both until it’s too late.
The more Bob helps, the more he wants to help. Until it's a never-ending cycle. The better a person he is — the more helpful, more useful — the better he feels about himself. This is his purpose in life. Every time he felt helpless, powerless… None of that matters anymore.
He can cast it all off. A snake shedding its skin.
He finally feels fulfilled. And that feeling gives him a rush that he can't get enough of. Gradually, that meek, shy man starts to disappear, and in his place stands the man with the power of a thousand suns. He's not as easy to read anymore — there's a confidence about him that might seem arrogant coming from someone so mild-mannered, and a wild energy that leaves the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.
Where he used to skirt around things, explain himself in mumbled words, he's now calm and collected in how he speaks. He knows what he wants. And what he wants is to keep you safe from harm.
You'll see things his way. He knows you will.
And eventually, you do. It all starts to make sense. The world is such a dangerous place — how did it take you so long to realise?
He really does know what's best for you. How could you possibly know better than a God?
Rarely are you ever out of his sight. And when you are, he's always quick to find you again. To gather you into his arms, press kisses to your face and tell you that it's alright.
Somewhere along the way, he stopped caring about the world so much. You're his world now. Nothing makes him happier than seeing you happy. Holding you close. Whatever your heart desires — he'd go through Hell and back for you.
You're all he thinks about. All he cares about. A high he never wants to come down from. You're perfect.
And when he finally has you alone, beneath him, clinging to him like your very life depends on it — fuck. You're his weakness. He can't let you go. He won't. Not until he pulls you apart, piece by piece, sees exactly how you work, so he can meticulously put you back together again.
Not until he hears you say his name.
He keeps you right on that edge for hours, could keep you there forever — what does time matter to a God? It's the most blissful torture. He wants to commit every inch of you to memory. Every sound, every sigh and gasp and trembling "oh, God".
And when you're close — head thrown back, nails leaving welts across his shoulders as you clutch desperately at him — it only makes him more determined. He needs you to fall apart for him, feels like he'll lose his mind if you don't.
A sharp gasp is pushed from you as it hits you all at once, your back arching, pushing you closer to him.
"Fuck- Bob-"
Exhaled like a prayer. Whispered between clenched teeth.
He doesn't stop. He can't stop. Not until you give him what he wants. You swat at him with a weak hand, tell him to slow down, to let you catch your breath.
His teeth nip the skin beneath your ear, worrying it until he's certain he's left a bruise blooming in his wake.
"Nuh-uh, you know what I want from you," he grits out, lost in the feeling of you. "You promised."
Having this power over you — this control — there's nothing else in the world that can compare to it.
You blink up at him, swallowing hard as you try to think. He doesn't want you to think, he loves you like this — without a care in the world.
"What are you-"
Realisation seems to dawn. Your eyes widen.
"Bob, I did- I did say it. I swear I did."
He looks at you, drinks you in — your parted lips, the cute little line between your brows. He's so in love with you, it makes him delirious.
He laughs then, a low breath of a sound that sends a shiver through you.
"Maybe you did," he concedes. Not once does he stop. "Sounded too much like God to me."
The blissed out, dreamy smile that spreads across your face could do more damage to him than any monster he's ever gone up against. He presses a line of kisses along the edge of your jaw, until you're squirming.
"You think you can try again for me, baby?" he asks softly. A plea and a command all at once. "One more? Please?"
You're both in for a long night. But he's going to make sure every second of it is worth your while. Couldn't forgive himself if he didn't. He might be more powerful than a God, but you— you rule him, mind, body and soul.
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Bob Reynolds who cries while fucking you because he just loves you so much and finds you so beautiful that he can't hold back his emotions which only makes him drive his hips faster and deeper into you
The idea of Caine not recognizing his ship-guests kinda stuck to me
So the next best thing to do is give poor girlie a nightmare. I guess it would be scary enough of a thought that one day a robot that kidnaped you may not recognize you due to corruption (I don't believe she knows he is corrupted)
Intergalactic AU belongs to @vonvuuu
