layla4567

[layla4567]

Guardian Angel

Pairing: Bob!reynolds x Fem!reader Summary: On a mission you get injured and Bob protects you as if you were the most precious treasure he has (you are) Warnings: Brunette!Sentry, Bob has already learned to control his powers (yay!), Fluff, reader can create objects with magic (similar to green lantern), mention of blood , fights and injuries, treating wounds (a little explicit), Valentina and Mel appearance, Bob is a little clumsy but he means well, Y/N use, no proofread, possible gramatical mistakes since English isn't my first language, A/n: I think I've written something similar, sorry, I just love the trope of "treating wounds" or "hurt/comfort" and I also love that the reader has powers.

"Okay, you know what to do. Go ahead, defeat him, and come back unharmed. Simple, right?" Valentina said with a smile.

Mel, at her side, raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes slightly, luckily her boss couldn't notice.

And in front of them were you, The New Avengers, The Avengerz, or the Thunderbolts, whatever you want to call them. All lined up next to each other, sorted by height. Everyone was there, some with their arms crossed, a little fed up with hearing Valentina. Even Bob was there; over time, he'd learned to control Sentry and his powers and had been able to go on missions successfully.

Valentina looked at her speechless superhero costumes from top to bottom with pride.

"You better not let me down, yeah?" and he looked at Sentry winking "Not even you, Wonder Boy"

Bob looked at her, a little uncomfortably, rubbing his arm for comfort. Even though he could now fight and defend himself like the others, he still felt insecure about having to be a hero and wear a suit. It's not that he doesn't want to help or protect others, but sometimes he felt a little ridiculous. Bob hadn't gained that much confidence in himself yet; the powers and the outfit were just a facade to him; inside, he still felt like the same old man. At least his hair wasn't blonde anymore.

But you could tell that his newfound family had helped a lot in the process. They had been understanding without judgment and had listened to him and advised him wisely whenever he had a problem. You especially, you were always there for him, making time to spend quality time with him despite knowing you were always busy. As Valentina continued talking, you peeked your head out of the line to look at him and give him a smile. He smiled back and gave you a little wave, like babies do when they learn to say hello.

The woman in front of you snapped her fingers to get your attention. "Hey! I hope you understood. Now go away, you give me a headache."

It didn't take them long to reach the scene where the chaos was unfolding. The streets were almost empty except for a few civilians running, taking cover. Cars were overturned, and in front of them, a hooded figure was hovering two meters above the ground. His hands looked robotic, and he fired bullets like a machine gun. To top it all off, robot sentinels were running behind him at his service.

Everyone decided that you and Bob would get close enough to attack while the others would take care of the robots. Sentry took you under the arms and lifted you to the roof of a building where you could use your powers while he would attack him head on.

Bob dodged the blows by teleporting behind him while you used your fists to create an exact copy of your hand, but larger and green, like a giant hologram. You used it to hit the hooded stranger. The brown-haired man was fast and landed punches and kicks with precision. You helped him however you could. But at one point, Bob got distracted when he heard a scream coming from downstairs where the group was. This gave the hooded man an advantage, landing a punch that sent him flying.

Now you were alone fighting him, and you were scared to notice that despite your powers, he was much stronger. Bob, now recovered, looked at you and the group, not knowing who to focus on. You nodded at him, assuring him that you would be okay. He hesitated, but nodded and went to help the others, who seemed to be struggling due to their lack of superpowers. With great effort, you created different weapons to throw at him. Spears, crossbows, etc. But nothing worked; he seemed to dodge them so easily. Suddenly, at one point, he fired at you. You tried to set up a shield, but you didn't get there in time.

When you felt the bullet graze your shoulder, you froze in place. The bullet had passed through your shoulder and had come out clean, but you felt it burn your skin through your clothes. A burning sensation spread down your entire arm. Bob, who kept glancing at you from time to time, captured all of this and, panicking, watched as you closed your eyes and fell rapidly into the void. It was as if time had frozen. He ignored everything around him and flew swiftly toward you, all he could focus on was you now.

He opened his arms and caught you mid-flight, wrapping you around him and holding you tight so you wouldn't fall. He saw your peaceful, unconscious face, and a worried frown crossed his face. He was very scared when he saw the blood on your shoulder, but he tried to hide it.

Without hesitation, ignoring his teammates, he flew higher than the clouds and left the battlefield to take you to the tower. The wind ruffled the brown waves in his hair. He knew what he was doing wasn't right, leaving the team stranded just to make sure you didn't take serious damage. Valentina will be furious too, but right now you were his top priority.

Bob held you closer to his body, taking care not to let the wind chill your face, and carefully placed a hand on the back of your head, holding you in place. Hurriedly, he reached the tower's balcony. His presence stirred a strong breeze behind him that ruffled the place and knocked a few chairs, along with Mel's paperwork, to the floor. He crossed the penthouse with you now in his arms bridal-style. His eyes were constantly on your face, afraid of losing you. He didn't even notice when he stepped on the scattered papers, crumpling them even more, and he didn't even feel the pain when his knee hit the leg of a knocked-over chair. None of it compared to the ache his heart felt at seeing you in that state.

"Sentry, what the hell?!. What happened to the others?!" Valentina shouted, annoyed and surprised.

"Bob" He corrected her "It's Y/N, she's hurt" his tone of voice was pleading and urgent

Valentina approached, clicking her heels, followed by Mel behind her. "Yes, of course," she said, coming closer to get a better look at you.

She made an open gesture with her hands and pointed to a sofa. Bob gently placed you as if you were made of porcelain, attentive to any responsive movement from you. Your breathing was steady, so you were definitely still alive, but as he looked at your shoulder, he noticed you'd lost a lot of blood. Valentina, faster than him, exclaimed.

"Jesus Christ, Mel brings a disinfectant kit, quick! "

Bob finally turned to look at her and whispered a thank you, then looked back at you worriedly. "No need, darling," she said with a rehearsed smile, but then she turned to her assistant and before she could leave, she grabbed her arm tightly. "Hurry up, I don't know if I'll be able to get a replacement in time for her otherwise."

The truth is that Valentina cared very little if you were hurt, if you lived or not, for her people were like nails, you take one out and another replaces it. But for Bob, people couldn't be replaced so easily, much less you, the one who made him laugh, feel relieved after a stressful day, the one who had trusted him and his powers despite the terror he had of the city falling into darkness again. Mel finally trotted in with the first aid kit under her arm, handing it to her boss. Val opened the small box and took out alcohol and cotton balls, then leaned closer to you, sitting on the couch to see you better. But Bob, who was crouching next to you, saw Val approaching dangerously and instinctively wrapped his arms around you, pushing her away. Like a lioness protecting her cub from strangers.

She frowned. "Come on, dear. I just want to assess the wound, scoot."

A little hesitantly and reluctantly, Bob slowly stepped away, keeping an eye on the woman and you very closely. With Mel's help, they carefully removed your damaged jacket, leaving you in a tank top. Your shoulder was bloody and had an open wound; luckily, the bleeding had stopped, but you needed stitches. Valentina ordered her assistant.

"Come on Mel, sit here and take care of her, I hate getting my fingers dirty" she said with his nose wrinkled in disgust

She hesitated in confusion, but seeing Bob's pleading look, she finally agreed. She sat down, took a cotton ball, and soaked it in alcohol. As she rubbed it around the wound, Bob noticed your eyes twitching slightly behind your eyelids and your fingers trembling with discomfort. He gulped nervously and leaned closer to your face, thinking you were about to come around. And so you did, because when Mel finished disinfecting you and gave the first stitch, your face contorted slightly in pain and your brow twitched next to your eyelids. Slowly, you began to open your eyes and the first thing you saw was Bob's worried face a few inches from you. Instantly, Mel froze in place, holding the needle still.

"W-what... happened..?" you said in a thick, hoarse voice

You looked around as if you'd woken up on a different planet. Beside you, Bob gave you a small, comforting smile as he gently placed a hand on the side of your head. "It's nothing... you're hurt, but you're here now. I'm here."

You looked at him for a second. His gaze was warm, telling you that everything was going to be okay now, but at the same time, behind all of that lay a deep concern and a fear of imagining what would have happened to you if he hadn't arrived on time. You tried to smile, but it came out as a painful grimace. Suddenly, Valentina's shrill voice broke the silence and the sweet moment.

"Great! Now that you're awake, maybe you can explain to us what really happened!" Then she looked at Bob and Mel, who were giving her reproachful looks. "What? Oh fine, I guess we should get that shoulder fixed first."

"Shoulder..?"

You turned your head slowly, lightly, and with difficulty to look at your left shoulder out of the corner of your eye. You couldn't see much, but you noticed dried blood and a hole. You felt yourself turning pale and your blood pressure dropping from the shock. Mel, standing next to you, tried to get your attention and get you to focus on her.

"Y/N look at me, I'm sorry but I have to stitch you up, okay? I promise to be as quick as possible" she said with a grimace of pain as if she were the one who had to be stitched up.

Your eyebrows raised in a worried arch, and you turned to look at Bob. He already had his eyes on you. "And I'll be here the whole time. You can hold my hand if you need it.."

You nodded nervously. Valentina rolled her eyes at the cloying scene and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket to hand it to you. "Here, put it in your mouth and bite down hard. Believe me, you'll need it. I've seen this happen many times."

Bob took the handkerchief for you, and you put it in your mouth as Val advised. Mel looked at you with wide eyes, waiting, silently asking for permission. You nodded determinedly.

"Alright, here I go. Take a deep breath"

You closed your eyes and obeyed, but when you felt the sting in your skin, you gritted your teeth tightly and let out a loud moan of pain that resonated in your throat like a drum. Meanwhile, your face contorted in pain and you threw your head back. Mel stopped startled, and Bob, frightened, touched your arm, looking for your hand.

"Here, here. Take my hand. Everything will be fine, it's just a few seconds"

His tone of voice was firm but with a hint of adrenaline. Still with your eyes closed, you groped his hand until your fingers were tightly intertwined. Bob nodded to Mel, and she continued stitching you. The seconds seemed like torturous hours, where from squeezing Bob's hand so hard your knuckles turned white, as if you were in labor. Your eyes stung with tears, and sobs and screams bubbled in your throat as you tried not to shake. But he was always by your side, whispering words of encouragement.

"That's it, don't worry, you're doing it right. You can do it."

"There's not much left. You're very brave."

"I know, I know. I promise you it's over"

Finally, when Mel finished the last stitch, your body relaxed a little, and you stopped clutching the handkerchief tightly between your teeth. But your chest heaved with every sob, your nostrils trembled slightly, and your red face was damp with the tears spilling from your reddened eyes. Bob stroked your hair and wiped the tears away, caressing your cheeks.

"Now it's over"

It broke his heart to see your lips turned down in a sad grimace. You'd been through so much pain, so much so that you thought you were going to faint. But now everything was going to be better. Mel sighed in relief and gave you a compassionate smile, while Valentina watched impatiently.

"Good, now you have to rest, dear. We want you strong for the next missions, right? She clapped enthusiastically, but no one laughed.

Bob looked at them shyly "Uhm, could you leave us alone for a moment?"

Val opened her mouth, about to retort, but stopped and nodded, walking away with her assistant. The sound of heels echoed across the polished floor until they faded away, and all was silent. Bob looked at you, swallowing hard. Despite your pitiful state, you looked really pretty to him. And when he saw you in such a vulnerable state, something inside him ignited, something that told him he would take care of you from now on, just as you had taken care of him so many times. He wanted to be your fighter, your protector, your guardian angel.

You had your eyes closed, simply resting, unable to sleep because of the pain, but at least your breathing had calmed down and you were no longer crying. He didn't know what to do to make you feel better, although his presence and concern for you alone were more than enough.

"Y/N... How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" He asked not very sure

You softly opened your eyes again and turned your head slowly to look at him. "I need you... I want you to stay..." you said without much force, almost in a whisper.

He blushed slightly and looked at you with devotion, not believing what you were asking. But he nodded vigorously, pleased and understanding. "Are you sure? Uh, do you want me to... sit with you? Would that be okay for you?"

You nodded tiredly, and Bob whispered a soft "Okay." He stood up slowly and very carefully, placing one hand on your waist and the other on your back, barely lifting you. Even so, you hissed with a grimace. Bob felt terrible.

"I'm so sorry" he said distressedly

"S' okay" you frowned

The brown-haired man sat down on the couch and placed a pillow on his lap, then gently rested your head on it. Feeling the soft, comfortable pillow, you let out a loud sigh of contentment.

"Better?"

Bob knew he shouldn't bother you with so many questions since you didn't have much strength to speak, but he wanted to constantly make sure you were comfortable. To his surprise, you gave him a small, sideways smile.

"Yeah, thanks"

He smiled back even wider, feeling relieved. His fingers instinctively went to your hair, combing it, almost tangling his hand in it, feeling the silky strands. At his tender touch, you closed your eyes and moaned softly in pleasure with a bigger smile. Bob looked at you with what could be called love. As if you were the brightest star that had just fallen from the sky. An immense feeling of care for you took hold of him again. He really wanted to take care of you. You mattered to him. A lot.

"Bob...?"

He came out of his trance of thoughts and paid attention to you.

"Thank you for saving my life today..."

And with that, you turned your head slightly to the side so you could sleep better despite your sore wound. Bob's chest swelled with pride, his stomach fluttered with butterflies, and he couldn't suppress the huge smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth toward his ears. You were thanking him for saving your life. Him. Oh, if only you knew it was you who had saved him, so many times.

"And I would do it again," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

But you no longer heard him, you snored softly, lost in the world of dreams. And little by little, sleep began to overcome him as he fell asleep caressing your face.

Barely 1 hour later, the noisy footsteps of the team, exhausted and grumpy, groaning and complaining, echoed from the elevator. This caused Bob to wake up with a start, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the sleep.

"Finally, here you are! You have no idea what we had to go through to get out of there alive" shout Yelena

"Yeah, why the hell didn't you come back for us, Bob?!" John demanded angrily.

Bob, his eyes slightly narrowed, put a finger to his lips, demanding silence, and then pointed at you on his lap. You were still sleeping peacefully like a baby. Seeing you and then your wound, everyone gasped softly in understanding.

"Oh right, she was wounded..."

Bucky frowned worriedly "Is she okay?"

Bob nodded "She is now"

Walker congratulated him admiringly, "Good job, Bob."

"Thanks, Walker" he smiled, pleased

"Well, I guess we'll have to give the report to Valentina and explain what happened," the blonde said as she gestured to the others to leave.

The others quickly followed, and Bob was left alone with you again, peacefully watching you. He hugged you a little and smiled contentedly, happy that you were by his side, not just literally, but that he could rest easy knowing that he'd still have you in his life, that he'd still see you in the hallways, in the kitchen, that you'd laugh and smile again, lighting up everything like the sun. And for him, that was simply perfect.

[layla4567]

Bob reynolds x f!reader

SECRET DIARY

Summary: You stumbled upon Bob's diary. You had no idea how much reading it would change everything, or how much it would reveal about him… and yourself.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, strong language, alcohol consumption, invasion of privacy, unprotected sex (p i v), oral sex (f receiving), breast play, multiple orgasms, mutual orgasm, sexual tension, Bob being emotionally guarded, aftecare (cuddling), smut mixed with fluff, slight obssesion

A/n: Hi there! I had so fun writting this and I am so happy how it turned out! Again, it's a bit long but that's completěy normal for me right :p Anyway if you have any ideas, suggestions, or anything else, feel free to text me. Also, I apologize for any grammar mistakes or phrases that might not make sense—English isn’t my first language :3 But I hope you enjoy the story! <3

Mastelist

“It’s really okay, I promise,” you kept reassuring Bucky, though his expression remained unconvinced.

“You sure?” That was the fifth time he’d asked, and your answer hadn’t changed.

Even if Bucky didn’t believe it, it was true — you honestly didn’t mind staying at Stark Tower while the others went on the mission. Not only would there've been more people than necessary, but you’d had a headache since morning, and you knew you’d be nothing but a burden in your current state.

“Alright, if you say so. I tried,” Bucky said in defeat, raising his hands with a sly grin that sometimes worked, but not this time.

“Just come back alive,” you joked with a soft smile. He chuckled as he slipped his gun into the holster on his belt.

Before they left, you said a quick goodbye to everyone and waved them off. They all looked fairly confident, maybe even excited, except Bob. But he always looked stressed, so it didn’t really surprise you.

The moment the doors closed and silence washed over you, you took a deep breath. Alone. Finally alone.

You couldn’t even remember the last time you had the entire tower to yourself, and though it came with a certain responsibility, it was an amazing feeling.

No more of Walker’s annoying educational lectures. No more of Yelena’s frustration radiating through the walls. No more of Alexei’s disgusting smelly socks. No more of Ava's constant eye-rolls when something didn’t go her way. And no more of Bucky’s mysterious expressions that always made you wonder if he was angry, deep in thought, or just hungry.

When it came to Bob though — strangely, nothing about him annoyed you. Quite the opposite. Ever since he moved in, he had become the most wonderful company, and the others often said you’d been smiling a lot more since then.

The first time you saw Bob, you were immediately drawn to him, not just his looks, but also his silly, lovable personality. Sure, he could be a bit of a goof who missed obvious things, and yeah, maybe he’d almost destroyed an entire city because of his trauma, but that didn’t change how much he meant to you. You’d do anything if he were in trouble, because you knew he’d do the same for you.

It took him a while to open up to you, to let you into his comfort zone. But when he finally did, Bob didn’t regret it. He had learned what it meant not to be alone anymore. To have someone to share stories with, to play PlayStation with, or just sit and watch a movie beside.

And that someone was you. You were a team. Inseparable. Well until now. But you believed he’d be okay out there.

While the others were out risking their lives, you decided to enjoy yourself as much as possible. You made yourself a summery mojito with ice, turned on your favorite show, and sank into the armchair. Strangely, your headache vanished. How odd…

Time passed slowly, and after a while, just sitting and staring at the screen got boring. So you decided to be a little productive.

You started cleaning.

Even you couldn’t believe it. You had no idea where the motivation came from. Normally, when it was your turn to do the dishes, vacuum, or any kind of chore, you’d dodge it like the plague.

But now? You were doing it voluntarily. You even touched your forehead, wondering if you had a fever and were hallucinating, but apparently, you were fine.

You changed into more comfortable clothes, tied your hair into a ponytail, and got to work.

You scrubbed the entire kitchen until it sparkled, surprised by how much dirt had been hiding in various corners.

Then you vacuumed the floors, took out the trash, wiped down the bar, cleaned the bathroom, you even went into the gym and wiped down all the sweaty equipment. And just like that, it was done. You felt good about yourself.

But the crew still hadn’t returned, and you’d finished everything way too fast. You let out a loud sigh, thinking about what else you could possibly do. Then a lightbulb went off.

You grabbed all your cleaning gear and headed to the bedrooms. Was this a breach of privacy?

…Maybe.

But as long as you didn’t snoop or go digging through their stuff, maybe they’d even thank you for it. So you started cleaning each room, one by one.

You were careful to leave everything exactly where it had been, you didn’t want anyone biting your ass over a moved book or out-of-place trinket.

You dusted the shelves and dressers, polished the decorations, and occasionally found things you’d never be able to erase from your memory — but hey, at least now you had blackmail material. Silver lining.

As your little cleaning era went on, you realized how ridiculously messy everyone was.

Underwear on the floor, clean and dirty. Dishes left around with half-eaten food. Smells that hit you like a locker room full of sweaty hockey players. It was chaos. But you managed to clean it up. Now it looked less like a war zone and more like a smaller explosion.

When you walked into Bob’s room, it immediately felt different.

He didn’t have many things, barely any clothes, either, and the empty space gave it a sort of natural tidiness. There wasn’t much for you to clean, really. So instead, you snooped a little.

His books were arranged on the shelf by alphabetical order, by size, and even by color. His perfectionism was going to kill him one day.

The PlayStation controller sat exactly where it always did, right under the TV. His clothes were neatly folded in drawers or hanging on perfectly aligned hangers.

You never would’ve guessed Bob was this meticulous with cleaning. He was tidier than most women you knew. He never stopped surprising you. Still wanting to help a little, you decided to at least fluff up his bedding.

You grabbed the comforter first. It was the heaviest and took the longest. Once that was done, you returned, laid it carefully over the bed, and moved on to the pillows.

He had two, one on each side, like everyone else. You picked up the first. Then the second, and then you stopped. Beneath the second pillow, there was a book. A journal.

Your brows furrowed as you slowly set the pillows aside. You reached out and picked it up. Opening to the first page, you saw the title written neatly in Bob’s handwriting:

“The Diary of Robert Reynolds.”

You inhaled deeply and hesitated. This was his privacy. And you weren’t going to invade that. You placed the diary back, moved the pillows to their original position, and left the room.

But the second your foot hit the hallway, curiosity took over. With a quiet sigh, you turned around, stepped back in, tossed the pillows onto the bed, and stared at the diary.

Your mind was a storm of thoughts. Like you had an angel sitting on one shoulder telling you not to, and a devil on the other whispering, “Read it.”

You stood there with your arms crossed tightly, chewing the inside of your cheek. Your foot tapped nervously on the floor until finally, you made your decision.

“One page won’t hurt anybody,” you muttered, picking up the diary and flipping open the first page.

Just a simple entry about how much he liked the food Yelena had made. Nothing interesting. You flipped ahead.

An entry about how Walker pissed him off. Now that was more interesting. You laughed at the way Bob described him, he’d captured John’s annoying behavior perfectly.

And from there, it snowballed. You flipped through more pages, sat down on his bed, and slowly got lost in his writing.

Even when he was gossiping, even when he was clearly furious — he wrote with this poetic, strangely beautiful tone. He had real talent.

One page…

then two…

then five…

then eighteen.

You didn’t read the whole thing, just the juicy stuff. The gossip. The rants.

Your eyes eagerly scanned the words, a smile tugging at your lips. But then you flipped another page and froze. A chill ran down your spine as you read your name.

He had never mentioned you in the diary before, not even once. And now he had written several pages just about you. You shouldn’t read it. You really shouldn't. But you had to. You wanted to.

God, I don’t even know where to begin. She is so unbelievably beautiful. I adore every single part of her body.

The way her hair dances in the wind when we’re driving to a mission and she’s looking out the window.

Her adorable nose, scrunching up anytime she sees or hears something awkward.

How she bites her lip whenever someone gives her a compliment and she doesn’t know how to respond.

You hadn’t even noticed it, but as you read those words, you were biting your lip. Your heart was pounding like crazy, and your face was as red as a tomato. Still, you kept reading.

She makes me think of things I never imagined before. She brings something into my body, my mind, that I’ve never felt.

It’s like she’s my salvation from the Void. My rescue. My reason to smile each day.

I always thought I needed medication to feel okay again. To feel like I was worth anything. But… all this time, I just needed her. And I still do.

There’s not a single day I don’t think about her. Not one hour. Not a single damn minute.

She’s stuck in my head and I don’t want her out. She’s like my blood, like my oxygen… I need her like I need food. Like I need air.

You couldn’t believe what you were reading. You had no idea Bob felt this way about you. And those words… they weren’t just words on paper. They meant something more. Because no one had ever written about you like this before. No one had ever seen you like this. It made your chest ache, in the sweetest, most terrifying way.

Bob wasn’t just a good man. He was soft, tender, full of things he kept hidden so deep… and now you were reading the most vulnerable part of him.

You couldn’t read any more. Not because you didn’t want to, but because if you did, you’d probably cry. Or get emotional diabetes from how absurdly sweet it all was.

So you flipped forward. Just casually, few pages. No big deal. But then one word stopped you. Then another. And another. Then an entire sentence. And suddenly, you couldn’t do anything else but read the page.

I feel like a stupid teenager when I see her, but I can’t help it. I don’t just need her emotionally, I need her physically.

My body craves her every single night. When I try to sleep, I close my eyes and I see her.

And in that moment, every unholy thought crashes into me, and I can’t fight it. I don’t want to.

I see her, in lingerie, wearing that breathtaking smile. The way her juicy ass bounces when she jumps, or simply walks. The way her breasts sit perfectly, and I just wonder what it would feel like to touch them. To feel her. Inside me. To feel her soft lips wrap around the head of my cock—

You gasped out loud, hand flying to your mouth as you slammed the diary shut with a loud thud. This can’t be real. Bob Reynolds, the most respectful, quiet, gentlemanly person you know, wrote this? Thought this?

You closed your eyes tightly, shaking your head as if trying to reboot your brain. You must be imagining this. You’ve been alone too long, lost deep in your feelings. But curiosity didn’t care and made you reopened the diary. And on the next page, it got worse…or better… well you didn’t even know anymore.

I want to feel her around me. I want to know what it’s like to have my dick buried inside her.

What her voice would sound like if I circled my finger around her clit.

I want to hear her scream my name so loud the whole building knows who’s fucking her.

I want to see her jaw drop, her eyebrows twitch, her eyes close as I make her cum so hard she forgets her own name.

God forgive me, but every night I can’t sleep, it’s her I see. And I have no choice but to touch myself to her. I can’t help it — she’s so damn beautiful. I don’t even understand what she’s done to me, but I let it happen.

That was it. That was the last straw. Your jaw literally dropped as you slowly closed the diary, your eyes wide, staring into the wall like it personally insulted your family. Every sentence replayed in your head like a broken record. You needed a minute, or two.

The real problem wasn't that it was creepy — which, yeah, maybe a little. But the real issue was it didn’t bother you. Not even a little. If anything, it turned you on. And that’s wrong.

Your hands slapped against your face as you let out a frustrated scream. This was getting way out of hand. Well, at least this is your lesson to mind your own business next time and not go snooping through people’s private stuff.

Because now, that diary and those words were glued into your brain. They kept playing on a loop, rewinding and pausing only to make you suffer more.

You sat in the armchair, staring blankly at the TV. Some random program was playing, you didn’t even know what it was about.

Then came the sound of the elevator.

They were back.

You didn’t even need to look over to know the mission had gone well. The cheers, the laughter, the happy chaos — yeah, that gave it away.

Still, you weren’t really present. Your mind was completely hijacked. The damn diary had hypnotized you. Your thoughts were a hurricane of ink, sex, and Bob.

You tried to fight it, but you couldn’t stop wondering what it would feel like to feel him inside you, stretching you out inch by inch, to hear Bob beg you to make him cum—

“Hey sweetheart! Were you bored while we were gone?”

Alexei’s voice and the sudden slap on your shoulder made you jump out of your skin. He laughed like a maniac and walked past you toward the bar.

“Someone’s got a guilty conscience if they flinch like that,” he teased, grabbing drinks.

“Yep, I do,” you whispered just under your breath, smiling like a criminal who absolutely did it.

“I see the mission went well,” you finally forced yourself to join the conversation, trying to think about literally anything besides Bob’s penis.

“Obviously. But we missed you,” Yelena pouted with fake sad eyes. You rolled your eyes and nudged her, shaking your head.

“No, really. You could be useful on the field sometimes,” Bucky added while throwing back a shot of vodka and instantly grimacing.

“Oh, sometimes?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Yup. Just sometimes,” he smirked back.

You laughed, finally relaxing a little. You glanced around. Ava and Yelena were laughing about something dumb, John, Alexei, and Bucky were crowded by the bar with their celebratory drinks, and Bob—

“AH!”

You screamed when you felt fingers suddenly tickling your sides. You whipped around and there he was. Robert Reynolds, grinning like the smug bastard he was.

“Definitely guilty conscience,” he smirked, poking you once more before sitting down beside your chair.

You gave him a playful shove, trying not to combust on the spot. He stayed next to you, sitting on the floor, quietly watching the others. For a long moment, neither of you said anything.

“So… looks like you made it out in one piece,” you finally said, glancing down at him.

He was already watching you, and when your eyes met, he quickly looked away, his hand going straight to the back of his neck.

“Uhh… yeah. I made it,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact like it physically hurt.

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. Was he nervous because he just imagined you naked in his bed?

“Is it just me or, is this place suspiciously clean,” John suddenly said, breaking the moment. Everyone turned toward him.

“Yeah, I cleaned,” you said proudly, lifting your chin.

Silence. Like dead, kill-me-now silence. Then — Loud. Explosive. Collective laughter. You scowled.

“Real funny. No seriously, who came to clean?” Ava asked, deadpan. Your pride died right there on the spot.

“Guys, seriously. I did clean,” you insisted, but your voice was practically drowned in their chaos.

Eventually, you’d had enough humiliation. You slipped away from the group, heading toward your room to take a shower, throw on some pajamas, and maybe pass out and forget about the diary.

Just as you were reaching the hallway, a voice called out behind you.

“Hey, wait! Come have a drink with us!”

You turned back, raising an eyebrow. It was Bucky, gesturing toward the bar with a tilt of his head.

You rolled your eyes dramatically, but smirked with a sly glint. “Maybe,” you called back. And with that, you vanished down the hallway.

Everyone was already in their pajamas, but the way they were chugging drink after drink definitely didn’t suggest they were going to sleep anytime soon.

This was standard procedure after a successful mission — get absolutely wasted and regret it in the morning when the hangovers hit like a truck.

But hey, it’s their lives. And on the other hand, might as well enjoy the good while it lasts. You, on the other hand, were more cautious.

Your head had just stopped pounding this morning, and the last thing you wanted was another round of pain mixed with nausea and existential dread.

So you drank just enough to feel the buzz, enough to tolerate these lovable idiots. Because let’s be honest, sometimes dealing with them is harder than raising fifteen toddlers at once.

You all sat in a circle, some chatting in pairs, others laughing in the group. These little “family moments” were rare, but they were beautiful in their own chaotic way.

Bob sat directly across from you in the circle. You noticed he had a beer in hand, but just like you, he wasn’t overdoing it.

He didn’t seem like the type to drink until blackout. After everything he’d been through with drugs and losing himself, he’d probably had enough unconsciousness for a lifetime.

“Alright, guys, I’m calling it,” you stood up slowly, stretching a little.

Your sleep shorts, maybe a bit too short, and your white tank top with tiny black bows shifted with your movement. Your announcement was met with various groans and sad noises of protest.

You just shrugged. “After the huge cleaning session that I did, I’m seriously exhausted.” They snickered, clearly still not taking your ‘I cleaned’ claim seriously, but at least they wished you goodnight.

As you made your way toward your room, you suddenly heard another wave of “Good night!”And then, fast footsteps behind you. You glanced to your side. Of course it was Bob.

He walked beside you with that soft, crooked smile of his. You smiled back, a little more timidly, then looked ahead again.

“You cleaned really well,” he said quietly, so quietly you almost didn’t catch it.

Your cheeks flushed immediately, dimples appearing as your lips curled up.

“Thanks, Bob,” you murmured, eyes still forward.

When you reached his room, he paused, and you turned to him. A warm, soft hug, following with a gentle exchange of “Goodnight.”

And even though a spark passed between you, you both turned away and walked to your bedrooms. The moment you closed yours behind you, you leaned against it and slowly slid down to the floor with a long, exhausted sigh.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or the damn diary, or both, but something had shifted. You looked at Bob differently now. And you had no one to blame but yourself.

Eventually, you climbed into bed, collapsing face-first into the pillow, then slowly turning onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. Thoughts swirled. The only sound in your room was your steady, rhythmic breathing. And your head wouldn't stop. You couldn’t sleep. How could you?

Every time you closed your eyes, your mind fed you vivid, raw images of Bob. Naked, on top of you, fucking you hard while whispering your name through tearful gasps. And suddenly you understood him.

You understood the restlessness. The sleepless nights. The torment of craving something so badly, your body and soul felt like they might burst without them. You understood Bob now, too well.

You were pulled out of your unholy thoughts by a soft knock on the door.

“Yeah?” you called out, lifting yourself up onto your elbows to get a better view of the door.

It slowly creaked open, and there he was. Bob. For a second, your heart skipped a beat. Could he see what you’d been thinking? Had your sinful imagination summoned him?

“Hey, did I wake you up?”

His voice was soft, cautious, filled with genuine concern that instantly warmed your heart. You smiled, shaking your head.

“What do you need?” you asked gently.

Bob took a deep breath, his fingers nervously toying with each other.

“I need help in my room,” he said, giving you those damn puppy-dog eyes. Of course, you helped him without a second thought.

A few minutes later, you stood in his room, holding your phone flashlight above his desk like some loyal assistant, while he was crouched underneath it, fiddling with a bunch of tangled cables.

Apparently, he was trying to organize them, make everything look ‘neater and more aesthetic.’ And not even the overhead light was helping him see anything properly. So now, you were his lamp.

It was quiet. Neither of you spoke. Only the occasional sighs from Bob and the subtle clicks of tape or plastic filled the room.

“I cleaned the rooms too,” you finally said, trying to break the silence.

“Yeah? That’s sweet of you,” Bob answered, clearly focused on the mess below. His voice was casual, distracted.

“But yours was already clean,” you chuckled softly. “Didn’t really have anything to do in here.”

He smiled to himself but didn’t say anything. You were just about to ask something when Bob suddenly beat you to it.

“Did you find anything interesting?” he asked, his voice light, but just barely. There was something beneath the surface. Your lips curled into a mischievous grin. He had no idea what he’d just walked into.

“Hmm… not really. Just a diary.”

The rustling sounds stopped. Complete silence. You could almost feel the panic fill the room like thick smoke.

“W-what diary?” Bob’s voice cracked slightly.

You could hear it. The tension, the way his throat tightened as he said it. Slowly, he emerged from under the desk. His eyes were wide, his breathing shallow. His shoulders were tense, lips slightly parted. His usual calm was gone — completely replaced with visible stress and terror.

“The one under the pillow,” you said casually with a grin on your face. You watched as his fingers twitched slightly at his sides, as if unsure whether to defend himself or just curl into fists. His whole body language screamed one thing: he felt exposed.

“A-and did you… read it?”

His voice trembled with anticipation. You could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. His gaze locked onto yours, desperate and anxious, like someone waiting for a death sentence.

You shook your head innocently. “Nooo…”

Bob exhaled deeply, shoulders sagging with relief. “Okay…”

“…Just the part where you want me to suck your dick.”

THUD

Bob smacked his head against the underside of the desk so hard you winced for him. He scrambled out from under it in pure panic, his face turning several shades of red at once. ´art embarrassment, part shock.

Honestly you would’ve never said it. Would’ve never admitted it. But you’d had just enough alcohol tonight to stop caring, and it felt damn good.

Bob froze like a statue. His fingers stopped moving, his breathing stalled mid-breath, and his back tensed as if someone had just aimed a gun at him.

His eyes searched yours, but not for understanding, he was looking for mercy. His chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to keep his composure, but you could see right through him.

The way his lips parted in horror, the faint shimmer of sweat on his brow, the frantic micro-movements of his hands, it all betrayed him.

“God… I…” He raked his hand through his messy brown hair, visibly unraveling.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice low, hoarse. “I didn’t mean for you to see that. It was never meant for you to — God, that’s so inappropriate. I swear, I wasn’t thinking straight. I was drunk when I wrote that—”

You raised an eyebrow, arms crossed, and tilted your head slightly.

“Drunk, huh?” you echoed, almost teasingly.

He nodded, eager. Desperate. “Yeah. I mean, not a lot, but I wasn’t sober. I was feeling… messed up. It doesn’t mean anything, I just — I wrote it in the moment.”

You squinted a little, then smirked, your voice quiet but sharp. “For someone who was drunk, you wrote surprisingly coherently.”

That hit him like a second slap to the face. He blinked, his mouth opening but no words coming out. He knew you had him.

You watched the guilt play across his face, flickering like candlelight. Bob exhaled shakily, then finally stood up. Almost ceremoniously. He was back on his feet now, but somehow still looked small.

“I’m really sorry,” he repeated. “I never wanted to disrespect you or offend you in any way. I wasn’t trying to be gross or… or make you uncomfortable.”

His voice cracked on that last sentence. He meant it, you could hear it. Every damn word was sincere.

You let out a quiet laugh, just a breath through your nose, and looked off to the side. Then, softly, you whisper: “You didn’t offend me… quite the opposite, actually.”

Bob’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

You glanced at him, only for a second, your cheeks warming, eyes betraying that you hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“Nothing! I just meant — it’s late, and we should both probably get some sleep,” you stammered, your voice suddenly high and tight as your eyes darted away from his.

Just like that, the tables had turned. You were the nervous one now. Bob didn’t say anything right away, but his eyes never left your face.

He took a slow step forward. You took another step back, and he followed. Each of his movements was slow, deliberate. As if he was giving you time to stop him. But you didn’t want to.

You were hyper-aware of every breath, every beat of your heart slamming in your chest like a drum. The thin fabric of your pajama top clung a little tighter now with each inhale, and you knew he could see it.

“Your heart’s racing,” Bob whispered again, as if he couldn’t help but marvel at it.

His voice — quiet, almost reverent — slid down your spine like a warm current. And still, you stepped back. Step after step, until your shoulder blades hit the cold wall behind you. He stopped. For a second, he just looked at you. Not your face. Not your body. But you, and he felt it.

The way your stomach fluttered and tightened at once, like you were falling from a great height. The heat between your legs, steady and low, pulsing with every inch he closed in. The way your nipples had hardened beneath your top, brushing slightly against it as you breathed.

“You’re breathing faster,” he said. Soft, observant, like he was taking you in, cataloguing your reactions, and treasuring them one by one.

You should’ve felt exposed. But instead, you felt seen.

“Bob…” you whispered, unsure what you were even trying to say.

He didn’t touch you. Not even now, but his chest was inches from yours. His hands stayed at his sides, clenched tightly like he was holding himself back with every ounce of strength he had.

“Have you ever thought about it?” His voice dipped lower, as your eyes widened. He tilted his head, his lips barely parted.

“…what I wrote.”

Your body responded before your mind could catch up. A tremor ran through you. Your thighs clenched. You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. The image of his words flashed in your head like a match striking in the dark.

The things he wanted to do to you. The way he wanted to do them. Not rough and greedy — but with emotion, with desperation, with need. Crying your name while buried inside you, broken and whole at once.

You said nothing, but your eyes did, and he saw it. Bob leaned in closer, just a fraction. Still not touching.

You could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, the tension vibrating off of him like a storm waiting to break. His breath mixed with yours, shallow and heated. Your own breath hitched when he looked down at your mouth. Your lips parted just slightly, just enough.

He clenched his jaw and pulled back the tiniest bit. His hands twitched at his sides, like they ached to touch you.

“Jesus…” he whispered, barely audible. His restraint made it worse. His lack of touch made you need it more. There was so much space and yet none at all.

Everything was amplified. The thudding in your ears. The throb between your legs. The slick heat growing, pooling inside your core, begging for friction.

You bit your lower lip to ground yourself, but his eyes followed that movement like prey, and you saw his pupils dilate. He was as undone as you were. But he still didn’t move.

“Why won’t you touch me?” you finally breathed.

Bob’s eyes met yours again. Dark and intense.

“I’m scared if I start… I won’t stop.”

“And who said I want you to stop?”

Your voice was a whisper, but the weight of your words hit like a storm.

You were skating on thin ice, and you knew it. But with the heat roaring in your chest, you didn’t care if the ice cracked beneath you. Maybe it already had. And maybe that was exactly what you wanted.

It was the alcohol talking. Or maybe it wasn’t. Either way, you were grateful for the liquid courage, because now you were exactly where you’d wanted to be for far too long.

The second your words slipped out, something in Bob snapped. Whatever thread of patience or restraint he’d been clinging to, it broke.

With zero hesitation, Bob surged forward, his hands flying up to cradle your cheeks. His grip was firm but reverent, like you were something precious and fragile, but he was desperate to have you. And then his lips crashed into yours.

It was hungry, starving, like he’d been holding back for months, and now that he had you, he couldn’t afford to waste a single second.

You insantly melted into him. His kiss devoured you, and you welcomed it. You didn’t need to read a single word from his diary to know that Bob had been aching for this for so long. It poured out of him with every desperate press of his mouth, every tiny, trembling gasp against your lips.

His fingers twitched, shaking just slightly as they cupped your jaw, as if he was at war with himself, wanting to touch you everywhere, but forcing his hands to stay put. Like he was scared he’d lose himself if he did more. Like you might vanish if he didn’t hold you just right.

Your lips parted wider, granting him more access, and Bob groaned into your mouth. A sound that made your knees weak and your pulse pound in your throat. Every time you moaned, he swallowed it greedily, muffling your sounds with another kiss, deeper than the last.

Your entire body was on fire. Your core throbbed with every second that passed— hot, pulsing, soaked with need. Your sleeping shorts clung to your folds, embarrassingly wet, and still it wasn’t enough.

You needed more.

Bob still hadn’t moved his hands from your face. But you had no such self-control. You grabbed him at the waist, fingers digging harshly into his hips as if trying to anchor yourself, and then, unable to stop yourself, you slid your hands beneath his shirt.

Your fingertips met hot skin. Taut muscle. Bob shuddered, his breath hitching, his body jerking like he’d been shocked.

“F-fuck,” he groaned into your mouth, his voice ragged. That noise alone made your thighs clench and your knees threaten to give out.

Your arousal spilled, warm and wet, sliding down your inner thigh. You didn’t even care how pathetically soaked you were. Not when it was because of him. You wanted to be ruined for him.

Each kiss made the air between you thicker. Hotter. Every pant, every moan, every whispered curse fueled the fire between you. He still hadn’t touched anywhere else, and yet you were so soaked.

You could feel the warmth of Bob’s skin beneath your fingertips. He twitched beneath your touch, every little movement from you making his breath come faster, harsher. You felt his restraint. His body was screaming to act, but his mind was still fighting to hold back.

But you weren’t nearly as patient. Your hands roamed greedily across his torso, your fingers mapping the taut lines of his abs through the thin fabric of his shirt. But that wasn’t enough. You had to see him.

Without hesitation, you grabbed the hem of his shirt and began tugging it upward. Bob didn’t resist. In fact, he helped.

He broke the kiss, his lips pulling away just enough to yank the fabric up over his head in one smooth, almost desperate motion. And suddenly he was there. Bare. Glorious. Godlike.

You froze. Your eyes widened, your breath caught in your throat, and your lips parted instinctively as your gaze drank him in.

He was sculpted like a marble statue brought to life. His chest, his abs, the sharp lines of his V-cut all glistening faintly under the low light.

Bob noticed your stunned expression. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. Your wide eyes and parted mouth told him everything.

You reached out. Your palm met his chest, fingers splaying, gliding slowly over the warm, hard muscle, and you gasped softly. Your breath hitched again, your knees quivering slightly at just how solid he felt.

Bob watched you like you were worshipping him. Like he couldn’t believe you were touching him, and still wanted more. Then suddenly, he moved.

He stepped back in, closing the tiny distance between you, and crashed his lips to yours again, this time with even more hunger.

You moaned into him, your arms flying around his waist and pulling him against you. Your bodies collided. Pressed together. You could feel everything.

Your hardened nipples brushed against his chest, sending shivers up your spine. And lower you felt him.

His cock, hard and growing, rubbed gently but unmistakably against your inner thigh, and you whimpered into the kiss, your hips twitching toward him instinctively.

Even though Bob’s body was clearly begging for release, his touch remained careful, respectful. He kissed you slowly, deeply, savoring you like you were something sacred.

But you were losing it. You wanted him. Your desperate kisses, the way you clung to him, the quiet whimpers against his lips, every signal you gave told him he didn’t need to hold back anymore. And he got the message.

His hand slid away from your cheek, trailing a trembling path down your neck, across your collarbone, slowly between the valley of your breasts, then lower, along your bare stomach until he reached the hem of your top.

He stopped there. His voice, rough and breathless, curled in your ear. “Can I?”

You nodded eagerly. Your hands raised above your head, giving him full access. Bob didn’t rush. He took his time, watching you, studying the way you reacted to every inch of skin he uncovered as he lifted your top inch by inch.

And when the fabric passed over your head and off your arms, leaving you completely exposed, Bob froze.

He stared so hard you could feel the weight of his gaze like hands all over your body. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. His eyes flicked from your face, to your chest, then back again, and you could see them darken.

You could see his fingers flex and twitch at his sides like he was fighting himself again. Fighting not to grab you and devour you whole. You decided to break the tension.

“You can touch me,” you whispered, your voice soft but confident. Bob’s eyes snapped to yours, wide and hopeful, and then dropped back to your bare chest.

He stepped closer, and gently cupped your breasts in both hands. His touch was so soft, it made you ache. You barely felt the pressure — just the warmth of his palms and the subtle trembling of his fingers.

He wasn’t groping. He was revering. He ran a thumb across the top of your breast, then, hesitantly, dragged it over your nipple.

You gasped, loud and sudden. Your knees almost buckled. It was too much, and not enough, all at once.

Bob noticed your reaction instantly. A little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained intense, locked on your body. He did it again. And again. Then he focused solely on your nipples. Gently brushing, teasing, circling, testing.

His thumbs moved with incredible delicacy, exploring the hypersensitive peaks until your back arched and your head lolled against the wall behind you.

You were trembling, and Bob was still just touching your breasts.

The way his hands worshipped your body, the look in his eyes, the careful way he pushed boundaries, it wasn’t just lust. It was need.

Need tangled up in admiration, in awe, in something deeper than either of you dared say out loud just yet.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

The pulsing between your thighs had become unbearable. Each throb more desperate, more consuming than the last. Your whole body was screaming for release, trembling under the weight of restrained need. You had to do something, anything, before you lost your mind.

So you grabbed Bob by the neck and crashed your lips against his, breathless and ravenous.

There was nothing graceful about the kiss. It was messy, uncoordinated, soaked in lust — all sloppy lips and hungry gasps. You devoured each other like you’d been starving, like you’d waited years for just a taste.

Bob groaned into your mouth, deep and throaty, the sound vibrating against your tongue and making your stomach twist in anticipation. Your sighs turned to sweet, trembling moans, soft declarations of everything you couldn’t put into words.

Your hands, shaky and impatient, wandered down his warm chest, over the hard lines of his abdomen, stopping at the waistband of his sweatpants. But before you could go further, Bob beat you.

His hands, warm and firm, suddenly moved from your chest and found their way to your shorts. Even if he had already undressed you in his mind a hundred times, he still stopped and looked at you. His eyes searched yours, asking without words. You nodded, breathless, eager yes.

Bob exhaled in something like relief, and with a single smooth motion, he hooked his fingers into the sides of your shorts and pulled them down. They slid past your hips, fell around your ankles, and suddenly you were standing there, completely bare. No fabric, no barrier, no hiding, just you.

He stepped back, and for a moment, the air stood still.

Bob’s gaze traveled the full length of your body, like he was trying to memorize you forever. You felt your cheeks flush, a shy warmth blooming in your chest. But then you saw his expression, his parted lips, his softened eyes, his entire face lit up with awe, and suddenly your insecurities melted.

“You’ve got the body of a goddess,” he whispered, stepping close again, his voice low and full of reverence.

You bit your lip, heat rising in your chest, and tried to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. His compliment wrapped around you like silk, making you shiver. When he reached for your face, tilting your chin gently so your eyes met his, your heart just about burst.

“You’re like my muse… if only I could paint,” he murmured, brushing the softest kiss over your lips — feather-light, almost imaginary. And then he sank to his knees.

Your eyes widened in surprise. “W-what are you doing?” you asked, voice shaky, your legs suddenly unsure under you.

His hands slowly trailed up your legs, brushing along your thighs as if he was mapping out constellations in your skin. “I want to taste you,” he said softly, his voice hoarse and laced with hunger. He looked up at you with those dark, adoring eyes that practically begged to worship you.

Before you could say anything, he buried his face into you. Your head tilted back with a sharp gasp, one hand flying straight into his curls, gripping instinctively. Your other hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the involuntary cry that escaped your throat.

His lips found your labia, and your spine arched back against the wall with a trembling whimper. His tongue moved gently at first — soft strokes, testing reactions. He was discovering you one heartbeat at a time, tasting the way your body responded to him.

Every flick of his tongue sent sparks shooting up your spine, every low murmur against your skin made your knees quiver. He groaned softly, clearly savoring every second of it, and the vibration of his voice against you made your breath stutter.

You pulled at his hair instinctively, desperate to stay grounded, but it only encouraged him. His name almost spilled from your lips, caught between a gasp and a moan. Your whole body was on fire and still he didn’t stop. If anything, he became more confident, bolder in the way he worshipped you.

He was in awe of the way you tasted, of how responsive you were, of the way your body practically melted under his mouth. It was like he had dreamt of this for so long that now he refused to rush a single second.

You were barely able to hold yourself upright. Trembling, panting, your fingers tangled in his hair, your entire body pulsing with desire. Every time he looked up at you, you felt yourself coming undone just a little more.

A few more slow, teasing licks, and he found exactly what he was searching for.

The moment his tongue landed on your clit, your entire body jolted. A strangled moan slipped from you despite your hand clamped over your mouth, and your hips bucked toward him as if guided by pure instinct. Your fingers gripped his hair tighter, tugging with each wave of pleasure that rolled through you. That reaction told him everything, he was in the right spot.

Bob stayed there, circling you with his tongue, then flattening it against you with aching pressure, alternating between soft suckling and slow, deliberate flicks that made your vision blur. You could feel him moan against you, low and barely audible, but it vibrated straight through your core.

And yet, even as his own arousal grew harder to ignore, his precum already dampening the front of his sweatpants, a visible mark forming, he didn’t reach for himself. He didn’t chase his own release. His only focus was you. Making you fall apart. Watching you come undone.

“F-Fuck, Bob—” you gasped, your hand now tangled tightly in his curls as you bit your lip hard.

He looked up for a brief second, and what he saw nearly shattered him — your face, flushed and trembling, lips parted in pleasure, eyes half-lidded and desperate. You were beautiful.

Slowly, he lifted your legs and rested them gently on his shoulders, adjusting you carefully so you were supported and he could go deeper. He wanted you comfortable.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he pushed his tongue inside you. The way your body clenched around him, the way your breath hitched and your back arched, it was everything.

The way you pulsed against him, so hot, and needy, it drove him insane. You’d been craving this and now that he had you, he was going to worship every part of you, for as long as you’d let him.

His lips sealed around your clit again, and this time he sucked gently, pulling a raw, desperate moan from you. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves in a rhythm that felt impossibly good. You writhed above him, your body arching up into his mouth, hips moving on their own as if begging for more.

You were already close, embarrassingly close. Each touch of his tongue sent a jolt of heat straight through your stomach, winding tighter and tighter. Your thighs clenched around his head, but Bob didn’t stop. He wanted you like this. Falling apart. Losing control. For him.

God, he was so hard it hurt. His cock throbbed, twitching inside his sweatpants. Every breath he took was shaky, his body begging for friction. And yet, he didn’t touch himself. Not even once.

Every time you moaned his name, it sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through him, making his hips jerk against nothing. Still, he stayed focused. This was about you.

He was shaking, not just from arousal, but from the overwhelming need to please you. He wanted you to break for him. To lose yourself. To come undone under his mouth and know, without question, that he belonged to you.

Your fingers twisted tighter in his hair, pulling hard, and you choked on another whimper. “B-Bob, I— I can’t—” you gasped, your voice trembling as your thighs trembled too.

He moaned again at the sound, encouraging, desperate, hungry. His tongue moved faster now, circling your clit with dizzying pressure, then flattening again and again as your back arched off the wall. Your breaths were shallow and fast, your body trembling as you tried to hold on, but it was useless.

He could feel it. You were so close.

He brought one hand up, resting gently on your hip to keep you grounded as he continued devouring you like a man starved. His own hips rolled again involuntarily, chasing friction that never came. He was a mess and yet still entirely focused on you.

Your back was pressed against the wall, Bob’s mouth was pure fire between your legs. His strong hands gripped your thighs, keeping you open.

The pleasure crested like a wave building at the edge of something unstoppable. Your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and your fingers clawed at the wall behind you, searching for something to hold onto, because he wasn’t letting up.

His tongue moved in soft but fast circles, his lips sucking gently, then greedily, as though he could drink your pleasure like a remedy for every ache he’d ever had.

Your breath caught in your throat, your chest rising in ragged gasps. Every inch of your skin burned with heat, and your belly tightened, coiling like a spring pulled impossibly taut. Then everything snapped.

Your orgasm hit like lightning. A desperate, broken cry left your lips, and your entire body convulsed. The muscles in your thighs clenched around his head, your hips bucked, and stars danced behind your eyes. Your toes curled. Your nails scraped helplessly against the wall. The pleasure rolled through you in long, drawn-out pulses, overwhelming and raw.

You weren’t sure if you were breathing or sobbing or laughing. Maybe all three.

Bob held you through it, grounding you with his steady grip, his mouth never once leaving you as your body rode out wave after wave. He moaned softly against you, his own body twitching, as if he could feel it too.

Yet, he still didn’t touch himself. His self-control was insane, agonizing, but he only cared about you.

When your body went limp in his arms, your breathing shallow and uneven, he looked up at you with blown pupils and flushed cheeks, lips glistening, hair tousled from where you’d tugged it.

“Hey… easy, okay?” he whispered, standing back on his feet. “You need some rest.”

But you were still drunk on pleasure, dazed, your body humming. You saw the wet spot on his sweatpants, and the huge twitching bulge, and you felt guilty, for not giving him what he gave you.

You reached for him, sliding your fingers down his torso and slowly tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants. He didn’t stop you, not at first. But when you sank to your knees in front of him, your gaze hazy and full of intent, he gently grabbed your arms and pulled you back up.

“Whoa—okay, okay,” he said, lifting you effortlessly again. His voice was soft, but there was urgency in it. He looked at you like you were the most fragile, precious thing he’d ever held. You blinked up at him, eyes glassy and wide, guilt and desire blending across your face.

“Please,” you whispered. “I wanna make you feel good…”

Your voice was needy and soft, still wrecked from your high. Bob stared at you for a long moment, jaw tight. Then he scoffed, almost bitterly, and shook his head.

“You don’t have to do that—”

“But I want to!” you protested, your words slurred just a little, but sincere. You cupped his face in your hands, trying to plead with him through touch. Your heart pounded, still not fully recovered, but all you could think of was him, how badly you wanted him to feel even half of what he just gave you.

But Bob just closed his eyes, jaw clenching harder, as if struggling not to give in.

“We’ll save that for another time, alright?” he murmured, resting his forehead gently against yours. His next words came low, almost a growl. “You have no idea how much I want to be inside you right now. And if you touch me like that again, I’ll lose it.”

You swallowed, your breath catching in your throat. His words hit like fire straight to your core.

But you nodded. You understood. Even in the haze of pleasure, you saw the discipline in his eyes, the way he forced himself to hold back, for you.

He gave you a moment, letting both of you breathe. Then, with incredible gentleness, he scooped you into his arms and carried you to the bed like you weighed nothing. He lay you down softly, like he was afraid you’d break.

“Are you ready?” he asked in a low whisper, peppering soft kisses over your cheek and temple, each one making you giggle a little, despite everything. You nodded slowly, eyes locked on him.

He watched you too — every breath, every flicker of emotion. You’d never seen him look at anything the way he looked at you right then. Like you were sacred. Like you were the answer to every dream he’d ever had. Not even the way he looked at his cereal in the morning could compare.

He adjusted his position above you, his large hand brushing between your legs again to feel how ready you still were. His other hand gently held your face as he leaned down, his voice a whisper just for you:

“If I need to stop, just tell me, okay?”

You nodded again, biting your lip, your hands fisting in the sheets as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your folds. Your whole body tensed with anticipation.

Bob eased forward carefully, his body hovering above yours as he gently began to push into you. Every inch felt impossibly big, stretching you in a way that burned and soothed all at once. The pressure was overwhelming. Your breath hitched, and you instinctively curled your fingers into the muscles of his back, grounding yourself against him.

Both of you exhaled in sync, a shared breath of tension, release, and disbelief.

For you it was the sharp, unfamiliar ache that came with being filled so completely. The sensation of being opened, inch by inch, by someone so gentle and yet so undeniably large.

And for him it was the sheer heat and tightness of you around him, pulsing, welcoming, gripping. It nearly undid him.

He was still pushing in, deeper than you thought was even possible. You whimpered, the stretch sharp, but your hips shifted instinctively, pushing up to meet him, desperate for the rest of him. “You’re so big—” you gasped, your back arching off the mattress as you tried to take more.

Bob froze for a second, stunned by your voice. Your praise hit him harder than you realized.

“A-am I?” he asked, his voice breathless, a soft laugh escaping through his disbelief. His cheeks were flushed, eyes locked on where your bodies were joined.

You nodded quickly, too overcome to speak, your hands splayed across his back as your body slowly adjusted. He was still stretching you out, your walls fluttering around him, trying to take him in.

“Almost there,” he murmured lowly, his voice like velvet and gravel at once. It vibrated against your skin, sending another involuntary shiver down your spine. His fingers gripped your hips as he pressed the final inch into you, his hips finally meeting yours, his length buried fully to the base.

You gasped, your eyes flying shut, as a wave of sensation washed over you, you’d never felt so full in your life. Bob let out a guttural exhale, the kind pulled from somewhere deep in his chest, as he stopped moving for a moment. He needed to.

He was throbbing. Visibly shaking. He had already been on edge for so long, and now, inside you? He couldn’t believe he was still holding on.

But even his stillness had you trembling. You could feel him pulsing inside you, every twitch making your breath catch, every little flex of his thighs sending subtle, electric aftershocks through your core.

Then, carefully, he began to move.

He didn’t pull out fully. Not at first. Just shallow thrusts, slow and deliberate, building friction and rhythm. The motion created just enough drag, enough pressure to make your toes curl. His hips rolled, his breath huffing near your ear, while your nails scraped lightly down his back.

It was intimate. Your bodies were so close it felt like you were melting into each other. Skin brushing, muscles flexing, quiet moans and wet sounds filling the room in perfect harmony.

And then you started to move. Your hips met his with more confidence, your body adjusting, urging him on. Telling him in the only way he needed to hear: I’m ready.

Bob’s eyes snapped open. He growled softly under his breath, unable to hold back anymore.

He drew back slowly, this time almost fully, leaving only the thick, swollen tip inside you before thrusting back in with a deep, wet sound that echoed in the room. You cried out, your body arching into him, every inch of you alight with sensation.

Bob’s pace shifted, hips moving with more urgency now. Still controlled, still careful, but with purpose. Each thrust was firm, dragging along your walls in all the right ways, hitting that spot that made your legs quake. His skin slapped against yours, a rhythm of flesh and want and helpless need, and the room filled with a symphony of wet, obscene sounds and breathy moans.

You couldn’t stop moaning his name.

He was everywhere, his weight, his heat, the way his arms caged you in as he rocked into you, his lips brushing your ear and jaw and throat in soft, fleeting kisses.

Every stroke made your nerves spark, building again, deeper this time. Your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him in even closer, closer than skin allowed. And Bob, panting now, forehead pressed against yours, could barely keep himself together.

“I’m not gonna last—” he whispered, voice wrecked.

Bob’s thrusts deepened, his hips angling just slightly, searching for that perfect spot inside you. But when he heard that soft, desperate gasp from your lips, he knew he’d found it. And that changed everything.

He snapped his hips forward again, harder this time. And again. The bed creaked beneath you with each deep push, the headboard lightly thudding against the wall in a rhythm that matched your ragged breathing. Your legs were trembling, wrapped tightly around his waist, heels pressing into his lower back, urging him not to stop.

“Mhm, you feel—” Bob’s voice cracked, his head falling to the crook of your neck as his hips continued to pound into you, faster, yet still guided by a rhythm that made your toes curl. His breath was hot and erratic on your skin, his lips brushing your collarbone between soft groans.

The room felt smaller now, the air thick with heat and scent and need. Dim light from a bedside lamp threw flickers of amber and shadow across the sheets, catching the sheen of sweat on Bob’s back as his muscles flexed with each movement.

You couldn’t stop moaning. Your voice bounced off the walls. Soft whimpers, sharp gasps, whispered pleas that only made Bob’s grip tighten on your thighs.

He groaned into your skin, his hand sliding up to grip your hip as he drove into you again. “You’re perfect.”

You arched up to meet him, your fingers tangled in his damp hair, pulling slightly, and that made him groan louder. He was losing it. His control was thinning with every second. The way you clenched around him, the way your nails raked down his back, it all pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

Then, without warning, Bob shifted his weight slightly, propped up on one forearm, and slid his free hand between your bodies. His fingers found your clit with practiced instinct, and he began to circle it in slow, teasing strokes.

You screamed his name, not out of pain, not even from surprise, but from the sudden wave of unbearable pleasure that rocked through you. Your thighs clenched around his hips, your body arching up into his touch.

“B-Bob— I— please, I can’t—!”

“Yes, you can,” he rasped, barely holding on.

His fingers worked faster, keeping perfect rhythm with the powerful thrusts of his hips. You could feel him everywhere — filling you, pressing against every sensitive spot, driving into you so hard and deep you could barely think. You were unraveling.

The pressure built like a storm inside you. Every nerve in your body was stretched tight, every muscle coiled. His name spilled from your lips in broken syllables. You clawed at his back, your legs trembling violently, your whole body on the brink. And then you shattered.

Your orgasm hit like a wave crashing over a cliff. Your entire body locked around him, trembling, pulsing, milking him as you screamed into the crook of his neck. Stars exploded behind your eyelids. You were gone, drowning in heat and light.

Bob groaned — a low, guttural sound that rumbled from his chest to your bones. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

Feeling you contract around him, the way your whole body gripped him so tightly, it pushed him over the edge.

He slammed into you one last time, deep and hard, and let go with a strangled moan, burying his face in your neck as his orgasm ripped through him. His hips bucked against yours, erratic and desperate, his entire body shuddering as he spilled into you, every throb of release met by another wave from your still-echoing climax.

He whispered your name, over and over, like a prayer. His breath hot and uneven against your skin, hands still trembling as they held you close, grounding himself through the aftershocks.

The world faded into silence except for your uneven breaths and the quiet, sticky slide of your bodies pressed together.

Bob didn’t pull away right away. He stayed inside you, arms wrapped tight around your body, lips pressed to your shoulder.

“I’ve wanted that for so long,” he finally whispered, voice hoarse and full of wonder. All you could do was nod, your hands buried in his hair, still catching your breath.

For a while, neither of you said a word.

The only sound in the room was your breathing. Both of you still catching your breath, lungs rising and falling rapidly in sync, chests slick with sweat, pulses slowly settling.

Eventually, he pulled out of you with deliberate care, as though even the smallest movement might disrupt the perfect silence between you.

A soft, wet sound followed, and you shivered slightly at the absence. Bob let out a low groan as he collapsed beside you, one hand flopping limply across his stomach, the other resting near your

You turned to face him, your body aching in the most satisfying way. Then you nestled your head on his chest, right over his steadily beating heart. It felt warm and safe, grounding you as if you’d always belonged there. His arm instinctively moved to hold you closer, fingers brushing through your damp hair.

You could feel his heartbeat thudding under your cheek, the way his breath caught now and then like even he couldn’t fully believe what had just happened.

And somewhere in that soft, quiet moment, you realized that you felt more for him than you thought. More than you were ready to admit out loud.

This wasn’t just sex or fantasy come to life. This was Bob. The man who made you laugh when you didn’t want to, and now held you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded to the earth.

You blinked up at him through the dim light, voice barely above a whisper. “Was it… better than you imagined?”

Bob huffed out a breath and let out a soft, sarcastic laugh. “Was it better?” he repeated, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Yeah. You could say that.”

You giggled softly against his chest, but then he added, mock-serious: “But for the record — stay the hell outta my diary. I need to find a better hiding spot now.”

That made you both laugh.

“I will find it,” you teased, tilting your head up to meet his eyes, a wicked little smirk on your lips. “You forget who you’re dealing with.”

“Oh, I remember,” he muttered, smirking back. “You’re the girl who breaks into people’s privacy and weaponizes their deepest thoughts.”

You gasped in mock offense and pushed yourself up slightly on your elbow so you could look at him properly. Your hair was a mess, your cheeks still flushed, but your eyes were shining.

“I do not break into people’s privacy! I just—accidentally found it. It’s not my fault you hide personal stuff in the most obvious places.”

“Oh really?” he grinned, tugging you back down into his chest and you snuggle closer with a smile. Bob’s fingers threaded slowly through your hair, his other hand lazily tracing patterns along your bare back.

His voice came quieter this time.

“But if you hadn’t found it…” he murmured, “If you hadn’t read it… this never would’ve happened.”

He was still staring up at the ceiling, like the thought truly stunned him. Then he turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours.

“So… I’m glad you did.”

You didn’t say anything at first. Instead, you just nuzzled deeper into the warmth of his chest, letting your hand rest over his heart. You closed your eyes, breathed him in, and smiled softly to yourself.

A small hum of agreement slipped from your lips, full of something deeper than just afterglow. Something like peace

And slowly, with the steady rhythm of his breathing under you and his arms wrapped tightly around you, you drifted off to sleep. Completely his.

The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting warm, golden light across the messy sheets. You were curled against Bob’s side, both of you still completely naked under the tangled covers, your legs intertwined, your head resting peacefully on his shoulder.

Everything smelled like sleep and sex. Bob’s fingers were lazily stroking up and down your spine as you both lay in that sweet, quiet space between dreaming and waking. No words yet, just the comfort of shared warmth and the slow return to reality.

Then a knock.

Bob’s eyes snapped open at the exact same time yours did.

“Bob?” came a voice from the other side of the door. It was Yelena. “Can I come in?”

Your entire body tensed, adrenaline instantly flooding your veins.

“Shit—shitshitshit,” you whispered, already half-leaping out of bed. Your heart thundered in your chest as you scrambled to gather your clothes from the floor — your shorts and top, half-tangled in the sheets.

Bob sat up with wide, panicked eyes, already reaching for his own clothes.

“Wait, just a second!” he called out, voice cracking with forced calm.

You quickly scooped up his sweatpants and t-shirt from the floor and threw them at him. Then you dove under the bed. The floor was cool against your bare skin, dust brushing against your knees and arms as you squeezed yourself into the narrow space, holding your breath.

You watched through the gap between the mattress and the bed frame as Bob pulled his t-shirt over his head and jumped into his sweatpants. He shuffled to the door, opening it with a soft click.

Yelena stepped in casually, dressed in sweats and a tank top, her hair pulled up in a bun.

“Hey,” she said. “Have you seen her?”

Bob scratched the back of his neck. “Who?”

She gave him a flat look. “Her. The girl who’s always around you lately.”

He blinked, keeping his face neutral. “Nope. Haven’t seen her since yesterday.”

Under the bed, you were trying not to breathe too loudly, your hand clamped over your mouth, heartbeat roaring in your ears.

Yelena didn’t say anything for a second. She just looked around the room slowly. Her gaze moved over the unmade bed, the rumpled sheets, the warm glow of morning light. Then she sniffed the air. Bob stiffened immediately.

“…Why does it smell like women’s perfume in here?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Bob froze for half a second. His voice came out too quickly. “Oh—uh—yeah, she came by last night. Helped me with something.”

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “She left after, though.”

Yelena raised an eyebrow. “Right.”

There was a long pause. Then, thankfully, she just sighed and turned toward the door. “Okay. If you see her, tell her I’m looking for her. She borrowed my book and never gave it back.”

Bob nodded. “Got it.”

As soon as the door shut behind her, he locked it, turned back to the bed, and immediately burst into quiet laughter.

You crawled out from under the frame, hair wild, skin covered in tiny dust specks. You were laughing too, mostly from relief, partly from the absurdity of it all.

“That,” you gasped, “was way too close.”

Bob flopped down beside you on the bed, still chuckling, wiping at his eyes. “I thought she was going to smell you and shoot me on the spot.”

“Same,” you grinned, flopping next to him.

He pulled you into his arms, your messy limbs tangling together again, this time with laughter still shaking your chests. You let your head fall against his collarbone, and he kissed the top of your head, still smiling.

Your breaths syncing, your fingers tracing little circles into the soft fabric of his shirt as the adrenaline faded.

“Y’know…” Bob murmured, “That might’ve been the most exciting morning of my life.”

You looked up at him with a lazy smile. “Better than cereal?”

He smirked. “Debatable.”

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, still curled into him like you belonged nowhere else. And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

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Help I'm reading Johnny Storm fics and now I want to write about him when I have unfinished Thunderbolts wips. And I haven't even seen F4 yet.

[layla4567]

Just a Slip

Bob!Floyd x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: This situation couldn't go on like this. How long would your relationship with Bob remain a secret? The walls of subtlety and discretion were crumbling like melting ice, while your father's shadow loomed over the two of you, revealing the final act.

WARNINGS: suggestive (actually bordering on smut, sorry lol), heavy making out, voyeurism, dry humping/sex with clothes(?, maybe ooc but i'm trying to be most accurate possible, English isn't my first language, probably incorrect military language, beta read, Maverick really freaks out here, no y/n use, very strong bound with Maverick, maybe a little rushed ending

A/N: This is a second part, folks! You can find the first part here.

WC: 3k

That other day, you two had been close to the line of fire. You'd slipped up, and your father had almost found out about both of you. You had to be careful; you couldn't afford for anyone to find out. But... secrets always come out eventually, right?

Bob was a reserved, quiet, and sometimes a bit mysterious person. He liked to keep his life private, and that included his partner. You shared the same view, not only because if your dad found out, he'd kill you both, but because you longed for a quiet life with the man you loved.

However, young love can be fiery, passionate, and unpredictable, like an anxious, impulsive beast. And somehow, members of the Top Gun crew had realized that shy Bob had caught a girl.

Your visits were still controlled and moderate, well thought out and executed so no one would suspect a thing, but...ah...sometimes you couldn't help passing dangerously close to Bob to brush a shoulder and exchange mischievous smiles, or brush your fingers against his as you walked through the corridors, even when saying goodbye to the pilots, accidentally holding your boyfriend's hand longer than you should with a dreamy look on your face.

And come on, little Bob's coworker weren't idiots; they clearly noticed his nervous or overly cheerful behavior. Always so quiet, when he saw you, he seemed to come to life like a wind-up doll pulled from an old shelf to be dusted off and started playing. His face lit up and his cheeks reddened slightly.

But the most obvious had been the time the day before when you'd kissed Bob's neck and accidentally left lipstick marks like hickeys. And the others had noticed. They'd gone outside to board the planes. Next to Bob were Rooster and Hangman. When your boyfriend looked up at the sky, squinting at the sun, he craned his neck, and the collar of his uniform fell down a little, revealing the kiss marks.

"Damn Bobby, who marked you like that?" Jake whistled

Bob turned quickly to look at him, confused. Hangman pointed at his neck, and the man with glasses touched it. As he did so, he looked at the red ink on his fingers, startled. He immediately turned as red as those stains.

"Looks like our Bob is someone's property," Rooster winked.

Bob, unable to look at anyone out of embarrassment, mumbled an apology and ran to the bathroom before practice started, while behind him he heard his teammates' laughter and amused shouts. Jogging down the hallway, Bob despaired at the thought that Maverick might find out. Although it's likely he won't delve too deeply into the matter and will simply mind his own business, unaware that his girlfriend was his daughter.

When he got to the bathroom, he stood in front of the mirror, staring at the red marks with a worried grimace and pursed lips. He swore under his breath, turning on the faucet and taking out a handkerchief to wet it. But no matter how much he scrubbed his skin, the marks wouldn't go away. You'd used long-lasting lipstick that day, and the ink wouldn't disappear on its own for a couple of days. Frustrated by the fact that the stains, although diluted, were still there and that his skin was turning red from so much scrubbing, he decided to play dumb for the whole day when the subject came up. He'd turn up the collar of his uniform until he felt like he was strangling, all to avoid being caught.

But the damage was done. Now everyone knew you and Bob were dating, everyone except your dad. And the truth is, it hadn't been that hard to find out. They'd already suspected your closeness to the young pilot, but ever since they saw the marks on his neck, they had no doubts. And when you came to visit again that day, everyone looked at each other knowingly or winked at Bob, who blushed and frowned, tired of being the center of their teasing.

The pilots were getting out of the planes after a grueling practice. You stood next to your father, watching the men disembark, though you couldn't take your eyes off one pilot in particular. The others came closer to hear their captain.

"Good job guys, take a break of 20 minutes" Maverick said

Then he turned to look at you "So? What do you think, daughter?"

"That was awesome, Dad! Do you mind if I say hi and stay and chat with them?"

He frowned slightly, and his smile disappeared. He didn't like the idea of leaving you alone with them, and he still remembered the conversation you had weeks before. But he simply trusted you, thinking you wanted to learn more about TopGun.

"Alright, but don't linger too long" he smiled

You thanked him deeply and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek. When your dad left, you approached the group and greeted them with a cheerful smile. Then you glanced at Bob and exclaimed

"That was amazing. Don't you mind if I exchange a few words with him? I want to learn more about the WSO," you said, pointing at your boyfriend.

Bob opened his eyes staring at you and the others exchanged knowing glances, suppressing a smile.

"Sure! take all the time you need" said Hangman mischievously

Bob looked at him in horror and his mind clicked. Jake shrugged while you excused you politely, ignoring this exchange of glances. You took your boyfriend by the arm and walked slowly back into the military base. Once you were out of sight, you started to jog, dragging Bob along, who followed you clumsily, almost tripping.

"What are you-!?"

"Come on!!"

You led Bob to a quiet, empty, almost dark hallway near a storage room. You cornered him with his back against the wall.

"You don't know the torture I'm going through, I can't go on like this anymore"

Your boyfriend's eyebrows raised in an arch, visibly concerned, but then you crashed your lips against his in a voracious kiss that left him breathless. Your hands ran over his shoulders and face, unable to keep them in one place, wanting to embrace his entire body, to touch him, to feel him.

"I can't stand keeping you a secret anymore" you gasped between kisses

His hands dug into your hips as he sought your mouth with the same insistence. But he brought a hand to your cheek and gently pulled you away. You whined in response, frustrated.

"Wait, not here baby, they can see us and we don't want that, right?"

You nodded, whining like a puppy, but then realized what was happening and shook your head, correcting yourself. He laughed softly and looked around until he saw the closet. He looked back at you to confirm that you two were thinking the same thing. You nodded again and dragged him toward the space. It was dark, narrow and full of brooms and cleaning supplies, so you both had to squeeze in to fit. Of course, that wasn't a problem for you if it meant squeezing yourself against the well-trained body of your handsome boyfriend.

Your chest bumped against his, rising and falling as your nervous breaths tangled and your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You placed your hands on his torso and looked up at him. Bob was blushing despite the lack of light, but his pupils were dilating with lust. Above you was a small lamp. Your boyfriend reached up to turn it on, and when he pulled the small chain, everything was illuminated with a warm but dim light.

"Don't"

You stretched your arm as far as you could to reach the chain and turned off the light again.

"But-..."

You felt his face and when you found his mouth you placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "I won't take any more risks than necessary."

He was going to say something else but you didn't let him, in the darkness you brought your mouth closer to what you thought was his face and like a blind man you ran your lips over his skin until you crashed into his. He pressed you against the wall bringing his body even closer to yours than they already were in that small space and lifted your thighs until he could hook them on his hips. In the darkness both of your senses became more acute and you noticed how his groin twiching on your pelvis near your center. You brought your hands to his neck while you opened your mouth to slide your tongue in and he allowed it. You two didn't even give each other a moment to breathe until Bob separated from your mouth to suck on your neck leaving a thread of saliva hanging causing you to gasp and moan softly.

"Ah~... yes please"

Bob was very good with his mouth, kissing you and running his tongue over your pulse, almost biting you like an apple. You whimpered and squealed like a desperate mouse, begging for more.

"Be quiet, babe," he whispered against your skin.

You rolled your eyes and bit your lip to suppress your moans, trying to follow his sage advice. You tangled your fingers in the back of his hair, holding it hard with small tugs and making him grunt against your jaw. His fingers hooked into your pants, pulling them down slightly as your hips and almost your entire body rubbed up and down his groin like a bunny in heat craving more.

"Bob...please...it feels so good" you practically begged tearfully with your wet eyes

"I said quiet baby, don't make me cover your mouth with my hand" he growled softly near your mouth

you were actually thinking about him covering your mouth with something else...

Bob could tell how needy you were for him, so he decided to give you what you wanted. Well, almost. You were still in a public place, and even though your hormones were running high, he didn't want to get fired. He began to rock his pelvis, grinding his groin against you, feeling you getting wet as he felt himself getting hard. You chased the friction, following the motion as if you were one, as if imagining him inside you, filling you, would satisfy you. You panted like a dog, breathing heavily, broken moans splitting your throat.

"Omgomgomg!"

You were realizing that maybe you were making too much noise, not just because of the sounds coming out of your mouths, but because the space was so narrow and so full of things that the mops were starting to vibrate felling out and the sidewalks were clattering. Oblivious to everything that was happening outside and even to the notion of time, they didn't realize that Maverick had returned to where he had left you before, with the group of pilots that had now dissolved. He only found Phoenix, Fanboy, and Rooster.

The captain, not seeing you anywhere, frowned and approached them, confused and worried.

"Guys, have you seen my daughter anywhere?"

"Oh she went wit- OUCH!"

Before Mickey could finish his sentence, he received a strong elbow from Phoenix, who gave him a warning look. Maverick didn't miss that, and Rooster quickly tried to fix it.

"No sir, but she's probably touring the facilities before leaving"

The captain grunted softly and left, annoyed, to look for you. When he left, the others sighed in relief. But Fanboy, remembering the blow he received, glared angrily at Phoenix.

"Hey! Why did you hit me?"

"Idiot, don't you understand that he doesn't know she's dating Bob?"

"Oh..." in fact he didn't

Rooster tried not to laugh "That Bob is finished when he finds out."

"How much do you bet he survives the beating?"

Bradley looked mockingly at his partner "Really? C'mon is Bob, I don't think he'll get out of this unscathed"

"Female intuition never fails..." she said casually.

Rooster laughed and they both bet 100 dollars. Fanboy rolled his eyes but inside he was also amused. Meanwhile, Maverick was wandering the halls trying to appear calm but inside he was clearly feeling irritated, more so because he had lost sight of you; he felt stupid for that. As he was walking, he suddenly heard strange and suspicious noises to his left. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the storage room and as he got closer he heard... gasps? He wasn't sure because they sounded somewhat muffled. With a frown but a sure hand, he swung open the door, knocking out brooms and detergent bottles, but what really stopped him in his tracks was seeing those two people, the last ones he wanted to see there.

As the door opened, you both inside noticed how everything lit up. Seeing yourself trapped, you screamed in fear, covering your mouth, and noticing your father standing there in front of you with a sour face, your eyes widened, wishing the earth would swallow you up. Bob quickly turned his head to look at him, and you could tell he didn't look very presentable—neither of you, to be honest. His glasses were crooked and slightly fogged up, and his mouth was half-open in horror. Both of you looked so red-faced that you looked like two tomatoes at a grocery store.

"Lieutenant Floyd..." he chewed the words slowly, red with rage

Hearing his name, Bob pulled away from you and left the closet so fast he almost fell. He then stood up and saluted. You came out, trembling slightly and very embarrassed, unable to see your father. But he just stared at your boyfriend as if he wanted to bite his head off.

"Can you explain to me what the hell you were doing locked up in there on top of my daughter!?" He barked so loudly that he almost messed up Bob's hair.

You looked scared at your boyfriend who was trembling slightly with wide eyes "I, Uhm, I-I'm so sorry captain"

Your father came closer to Bob until he was almost a foot from his nose. "I didn't ask for your apologies, I asked you what the hell you were doing there with my daughter," he said in a tone as cold as ice.

"Dad please..." you begged worried about what he might do to him

He ignored you and waited for a response from Bob, but he didn't open his mouth. He pursed his lips and gulped, unable to give you away. Maverick almost bared his teeth in anger.

"You know what this means, don't you, Lieutenant?"

He nodded nervously, accepting his fate. He had already stained his honor and betrayed his captain's trust. You shook your head, unable to allow it. You stood between them, slightly pushing your father away, protecting Bob from him.

"Father, you can't kick him out of TopGun, please. It was my fault I dragged him here. Punish me, not him."

Your father looked at you confused, as if he were seeing you for the first time, and the worst part was that a slight suspicion began to sprout from him; he was beginning to understand everything, but you continued talking. You swallowed nervously.

"Bob and I have been dating for weeks, Dad. I'm sorry. I know you said I couldn't date pilots, but he's different, and I know you were afraid they'd hurt me, but he treats me better than anyone—"

You tried to explain everything quickly but you saw how his face was turning red and before you could finish he interrupted you.

"YOU WHAT!?"

Your father raises a finger pointing at you angrily and Bob behind you instinctively put his hands on your shoulders trying to protect you.

"YOU DISOBEYED ME, YOU JUST HAD ONE RULE AND YOU BROKE IT!"

Your body began to shake slightly. You hated being yelled at, especially when it came from your father. Bob, noticing this, tried to interrupt, "Captain, listen..."

Now the captain's finger was pointing at him "NO! Shut your mouth now Floyd, don't interfere"

He looked at you now "And you... I'm very disappointed in you..."

Your eyes filled with tears, trying not to let them roll down your cheeks. You didn't want any of this to happen, but you couldn't avoid it either. Love was unpredictable in itself. And was that a bad thing? Was love really bad? Your boyfriend, who hated to see you like this, gathered his courage and confronted your father.

"Please listen, she's too grown up to decide who to be with and who not to be with, and in this short time I've gotten to know her, and I know she doesn't wish you any harm. And believe me, I don't wish to hurt her either."

Maverick's knuckles were turning white from clenching his fist. What Bob was saying was reasonable, but now your father was too blinded by rage to think clearly. The worst part wasn't that you were dating a pilot, the worst part was that he was the last to find out, and he felt really stupid. Maverick sighed.

"All this time you were secretly seeing him... even in my own house?" your father said looking at you.

A single nod was enough to make him snort like a buffalo. "Floyd, start running..."

Your boyfriend felt his heart stop as his legs began to run almost by inertia. Behind him, your father began to follow, shouting that he would kill him. Scared, you followed them down the hallway. On another occasion the situation would even be funny, like an episode of Scooby-Doo

"NO PAPA WAIT!!!"

Your broken scream alerted the others. Maverick and Floyd arrived outside with the entire group that had gathered upon hearing your screams. Upon noticing what was happening, they all made a circle, covering their companion, Bob, while they separated the captain, who was attacking like a fighting dog. Your father was howling like a madman while Rooster restrained him as best he could.

You arrived sweaty and agitated by adrenaline and approached your father, pleading for him to stop. You managed to calm him down with difficulty.

"Dad, we need to talk please.."

Maverick's eyes were fixed on Bob, barely able to hear you. Fed up, you stood firm in front of him and snapped, "NOW"

Finally, he focused his gaze on you. You were his daughter for a reason; you knew how to stand your ground when necessary. You moved away from the group to a corner to speak alone with your father.

"Papa, I know you're mad... really mad, and I know I broke your rules, but I couldn't help it. When I met Bob, I fell madly in love with him. He's so sweet and attentive to me. And... whether you like it or not, I'm going to keep dating him.."

Your father was still frowning, but he watched and listened to you intently, and even though he found it hard to admit, you were right. Bob was one of the best pilots, responsible and dedicated to his job.

"I'm not a child anymore..."

Hearing that, Maverick's features softened. He could see your eyes shining with love. Maybe Floyd, if he treated you right. Maverick put his hands on his hips, ran a hand over his face, and sighed.

"I'm sorry. I know you're not a little girl anymore, you're absolutely right, but sometimes I can't help but see you as one. I only have you, you know? And it would break my heart to let you spread your wings and fly, but I know it's the right thing to do..."

"I think the reason I got so mad is... because I didn't realize your feelings sooner, I felt guilty for not even giving you proper advice... I just put obstacles and prohibitions in your way..."

Seeing your dad so devastated broke your heart. "Oh daddy..." You pouted sadly and hugged him, rubbing his back. "I'm not going anywhere. You'll always have me here."

"I know" He smiled with relief.

Once you'd made peace, you two returned to where the other pilots were, who were staring at their captain with tense bodies, but he was now calmer. The group fanned out like ants, revealing Floyd, who was in the center. He gulped. But Maverick simply said

"I'm sorry for the fuss, I know when I've made a mistake so I apologize to all of you" then he looked at Bob "Especially to you, I was unfairly harsh. If my daughter is happy with you then I have no objection.. oh and, you can keep your job, just because my daughter asked me to" you nudged him but he smiled

"Alrighr, alright. I admit you're a man of honor, Lieutenant. But if you get her pregnant, I'll kill you"

The other pilots laughed out loud as the two of you turned red and Bob nearly choked on his saliva. Then your father nodded toward your boyfriend, giving you permission to hug him like you were desperately wanting to do.

Bob exhaled the breath he'd been holding, visibly relieved. You smiled and trotted happily over to hug him by the neck, nearly knocking him to the ground. Bob smiled behind you, but seeing his captain's warning face, he turned serious. Everyone cheered happily for the happy couple, even Maverick clapped proudly.

Phoenix suddenly remembering the bet looked at Rooster smiling "pay me the 100 dollars"

He looked at her, confused and offended. "The bet, Bob doesn't have a scratch."

Rooster grunted softly and, taking out his wallet, paid Phoenix. Bob, who had been listening to the conversation, asked, "What bet, guys?"

"None" they said in unison.

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ARF ARF AUUUUUUU (respectfully)

brunette sentry appreciation post <3

I want him. what who said that..

[layla4567]

Pair: bob reynolds size kink

thinking of a Bob who is bigger than you and literally has to bend over to hug you

Bob, who to protect you, stands behind you and covers you from any attack with his arms surrounding your head as if he were a blanket or an umbrella.

And every time he sits down he keeps getting a head taller than you.

or how when you are on top of him he has fun noticing your small body in comparison to him, fitting right in the center of his entire torso, making it easier to hug and hold you.

But when Bob is the one on top of you, it's not so much fun anymore. Many times you've felt crushed under his weight, almost drowning. He of course apologizes every time.

How your hand fits in his like a baby's and how Bob's is almost as big as your head

or how he lifts you up so easily with his hands completely around your waist

And Bob loves that, he loves teasing you by lifting you up at all hours and in all possible ways, especially putting you on his shoulders

This literally applies to any tall character actually (Superman, Bucky, etc.)

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Hi! I never properly introduced myself, so here we go

You can call me Layla, I'm an INFP, I'm 23 years old and I'm from Argentina.

Here you will find my Masterlist

My blog is a bit messy and chaotic 😅 mainly because I started writing fanfics to see how they would go, but without a fixed plan. So I just write for fun, without taking it too seriously

But that doesn't mean I don't put all the love, respect and effort in the world into doing what I do!

I'm not currently taking requests, but you can send me any questions or let me know anything about my writing as long as you're kind and respectful, everything is welcome.

I write mostly for Marvel but if I get obsessed enough with a new character or actor I might try to write something for them (because I'm a fucking horny bitch)

Finally, please always address me politely. I don't tolerate bad manners. The same will apply to me. If something I wrote upset you, I will apologize accordingly. And keep in mind that English is not my first language, so I may make grammatical mistakes. Take care.

XOXO

Layla~<3

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Not really an ask, more so a comment. After checking out a fic of yours where you called Bob a soldier and said he had brown eyes, I was a little thrown off. Bob Floyd has blue eyes, and he's an aviator, specifically WSO. I'm navy, so it's more of a little pet peeve than anything. Your writing style is great, it was just those few things. Please do proper research next time, it's a little disappointing seeing characters mischaracterized so often by lack of research. I look forward to seeing what your works look like with more thoughtful research put in. 👍🏼👍🏼

Hello! I'm so sorry you feel that way, and I can understand. Please, if you could tell me specifically which fanfic you found those mistakes in, I would really appreciate it so I can correct it because I don't remember which one. As for her eye color, I know very well that her eyes are actually blue, it was simply some kind of headcanon that I made up due to a confusion of mine. Please don't take it so personally, many people have also done this with other characters and it's not a big deal. On the other hand, I perfectly understand that you want a character to be written as correctly as possible. I always try to write new characters with the utmost respect, but you are right to feel offended, and I sincerely apologize. I will try to inform myself better next time. Thanks for letting me know. Have a good day/night.

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"It contains protection, pamphlets, vitamins, and—" Alexei pulled out a small action figure of himself. "A reminder that strength is restraint."

🤣 the way i laughed reading this part bahah, I can really imagine him taking out a little figurine of him lmao

Rope, Respect, and the Red Guardian | Bob Reynolds from Thunderbolts*

Summary: Since finding out that his daughter is dating, Alexei wants to be as involved as possible in their blossoming relationship. He gives them a good serious fatherly talk, offers unwanted advice, and even provides a gift basket?

Warning: 18+ minors DNI, Alexei being himself (slightly vulgar), suggestive content in reference to smut, references to condoms and kinks, mentions of godlike stamina, another good old fashioned sex talk, things get a little heated in the bedroom, teasing...teasing...teasing

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Alexei's Daughter Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Type: Oneshot (but can be read as a continuation of 'The S*x Talk')

The clock on the wall reads 9:49am, but Alexei has been up for hours. Still clad in his smelly tank top, boxers, and rugged brown bath robe, he was waiting patiently for his daughter to wake up from her — as he called it "beauty sleep." He munched on a bowl of Wheaties and ignored the evident drops of milk in his beard; the box with his face on it sitting proudly beside him.

The sound of the door closing upstairs alerted him instantly. He quickly scooped the last few bites into his mouth and rushed the empty bowl back over to the sink. He could hear footsteps coming down the stairs so he quickly grabbed the cups of coffee that he prepared beforehand and hurried back to the table.

Alexei placed the two cups of coffee across the table from him and took a seat himself, grabbing the tablet to pretend like he was busy reading some news article about himself. He briefly glanced up at the couple who entered the kitchen, seeing that they were no longer hiding the fact that they were sleeping together since the cat was already out of the bag.

"AH! If it isn't my favorite superhero couple," Alexei exclaimed with a broad smile on his face and his hands in the air.

Bob, who was still sporting his loose fitting blue pajamas, padded after his girlfriend into the kitchen. His hair was slightly ruffled and he failed to wipe the sleepiness from his eyes, but he offered a soft smile nonetheless.

Then there was Alexei's daughter who was still mad about the fact that now everyone knew about their relationship on the team. She wanted to give her father the silent treatment, but she knew that only meant he wouldn't stop pestering her until she gave him the time of day. She sent him a small warning glare.

"I made coffee," Alexei told them. They approached the table with great caution, suspiciously eyeing the two cups of coffee in front of them. "Sit, sit! We talk, no?" Alexei smiled.

"Dad," Y/n began. "Please don't make this weird."

"I don't make things weird; I'm a cool dad." Alexei claimed, looking slightly offended. She rolled her eyes. "Always cool."

All the while, Bob brought the cup of coffee up to his lips for a sip only to wince at the flavor. He drew it away and stared at it in shock.

"W-What's in this? Gasoline?" Bob coughed slightly.

"Vodka. How else am I supposed to get through the day?" Alexei explained and Bob awkwardly lowered the cup back down.

The room proceeded to descend into an awkward silence between the three of them. Naturally, Alexei is glancing between the two of them with the biggest smile on his face and patiently waiting for either of them to speak. And while Y/n chooses to ignore him, Bob finds interest in the grooves of the table and keeps his hands in his lap.

"Alright, enough ignoring me. We talk." Alexei said a little louder than intended. He leaned across the table and offered his open hands to the pair of them; Bob, for some reason, takes his hand.

For a moment, it looked like Alexei was about to break down in a fit of tears. He just felt so happy for the both of them, especially his own daughter. He found back tears as he spoke to them.

"So...you are dating," Alexei smiles fondly at them. "My beautiful daughter who is a former Red Room assassin with a pretty impressive kill count—"

"Dad," she warned.

"And you... Bob." Alexei notions to him.

And Bob perked up hearing his own name.

"The most powerful super beings ever created! The one who holds the power of a million exploding suns, but also has the ability to cover entire continents in darkness. Very powerful, no?" Alexei narrated and Bob offered a tight lined smile.

"Okay— " Y/n began, knowing he was about to cross the line.

"You two would make such beautiful babies," Alexei sighed with a shake of the head.

Hearing this made Bob's eyebrows shoot up in slight shock; his face growing a deep shade of red that couldn't be hidden even by his own darkness. Beside him, Y/n let out a groan of defeat and buried her face in her hands to spare herself further embarrassment.

"Now. We all now what happens when two people start kissing and making the googly eyes at each other. Eventually, things...escalate if you know what I mean," Alexei sent an all knowing look to Bob.

"I don't think I can do this," Y/n muttered to herself in her hands.

"And so! It is my duty as your father— " Alexei emphasizes seriously. "...to ensure you are being safe."

"Safe?" Bob made a small strangled noise.

"Yes. So I give you some advice, no?" Alexei nodded. He held up a single finger to make his first point. "First, always stretch before anything intense. Flexibility prevents injury, don't forget that. You do not want to cramp mid-thrust — trust me; my hip has never been the same since 1989."

"Dad! Please stop talking, I'm begging you." Y/n pleaded with him. Her face was more red than it had ever been before.

"Next, hydration! You must hydrate. Electrolytes are very important for the sex. Do not let passion rob you of proper fluid balance."

Bob made a face of slight disgust.

"And finally...it would be wise to consider soundproofing your rooms. Your sister shares a wall with you. And she has a gun, Bob. A gun," Alexei continued with a look of complete seriousness on his face.

"Alexei!" Y/n shouted over him, knowing that using his name would get his attention. "That's enough! If you say one more word, I will not hesitate to tranquilize you."

Shoving his chair back loudly, Alexei stood to his full height and stared down at them angrily. He muttered something in Russian under his breath. "Ungrateful children. I try to give them wisdom and they threaten violence. No respect for the classics."

Leaving the room meant the young couple were left in complete silence. Still feeling like she could die from pure embarrassment, she can't even bring herself to look at her boyfriend. When Bob does look at her, he's a little pale in the face and he offers a small smile of encouragement.

"Well...that went well." Bob claimed.

In the late hours of the evening, the two of them find themselves alone in the bedroom. It felt like it was another rare moment of silence, tenderness, and vulnerability. They've kissed before; they've slept together before. But this time— it's a little different. All the tension melts away and it's just them enjoying the moment.

It's just them, heartbeats pounding as if threatening to break loose and hot breath fanning their faces. Her fingers comb through his wavy locks of soft hair and his hands are reverent at her waist. Their lips mold together perfectly; their walls slowing coming down.

Pulling away, Y/n looked at him with a hint of nervousness behind her eyes. "You're sure?" She wondered.

"Never been more sure," Bob breathed. He drew her in again and kissed her deeply.

Slowly, Bob shifted his body over hers and Y/n pulled him down with her until she was laying against the bed sheets. Their hands fumble to remove any article of clothing in the way; lips still chasing one another. He kisses her until she forgets her own name and shifts to brace his knee between her legs.

A harsh knocking on the door caused both of them to nearly jump out of their skin. Their heads snapped towards the door and their failing to catch their breath.

"W—What now?" Y/n groaned in slight frustration and Bob couldn't shake just how red his face was.

"My solnyshko (little sun)," Alexei's voice is trying to lure her from the other side of the door. "I have a surprise for you!"

The banging on the door only continued. He called their names countless times, not caring if it meant waking every in the tower.

"Just ignore him," Y/n begged and used her fingers to turn his jaw back to her. She tried to kiss him so he'd forget about the man behind the door, but the banging just kept going.

"You are ignoring me!" Alexei shouted. "I know you are! Don't think I won't break this door down."

Naturally, her eyes shot wide open in sudden realization. Her father totally would break down the door if she didn't answer it and it would be even more embarrassing to find his daughter naked in bed. So, she hastily clambered out of their bed and threw on a loose button up shirt.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm coming," Y/n called back to him and Bob sat up in bed.

He leaned back against the headboard and gathered the blankets around his waist for a bit of modesty. He grabbed a throw pillow next to him and placed it directly over his lap to hide the evident tent under the blankets.

Finally, when she went to open the door, there was no shock to see her father standing there with a broad smile stretched across his face. She made sure to keep the door cracked open just far enough for him to only see her.

"What do you want?" Y/n asked coldly, staring up at him unamused.

"Hello to you too," Alexei scoffed slightly. He tried to peer over her shoulder, knowing who else was hiding in the room. "Hi Bob!"

"Hi Alexei," Bob responded, but immediately regretted it.

"I'm only going to say this one more time: what do you want?" Y/n drew his attention back to the matter at hand...quite literally too.

In his hands, Alexei held a large woven basket filled to the brim with things and gifts and ribbons and tissue paper. He looked so proud of himself and he offered the basket to her, but she didn't take it.

"For you," Alexei explained. "I present you with the gift...of responsibility and maturity."

"You rehearsed that, didn't you?" Y/n asked with narrowed eyes.

Alexei nodded enthusiastically. "I did! It was good, wasn't it?"

"Why are you giving me this?" Y/n motioned to the large basket still in his hands. She watched him begin to rifle through the things.

"It contains protection, pamphlets, vitamins, and—" Alexei pulled out a small action figure of himself. "A reminder that strength is restraint."

"Dad," Y/n sighed in defeat. "I really don't think—is that a fire extinguisher?"

"Yes! For when things get too hot," Alexei winked and Bob joined his girlfriend's side now, fully clothed in his pajamas.

"Is that...rope?" Bob asked, peering into the basket.

"To tie down any unstable emotions," Alexei explained one of his countless metaphors. He observed the blank looks on their faces and rolled his eyes. "I had to get creative; I don't know all your kinks, Bob. I wanted to cover all bases."

"Laminated consent form," Y/n took out some small forms. "Where the hell did you get a laminator?"

"Two copies!" Alexei ignored her question, smiling proudly. "One for legal records. The other for... emotional closure."

Reaching into the basket, Bob pulled out a nice green candle. He brought it to his nose and took a sniff; his eyebrows shooting up in surprise because it was a pretty pleasant scent.

"I also included a scented candle — 'Siberian Snowstorm.' Very calming, very romantic." Alexei wiggled his eyebrows.

Suddenly, Alexei remembered one of the most important things he wanted to include in his generous gift. He reached down and grabbed a large box beside the door, basically shoving it into Bob's hands.

"And of course — these!" Alexei beamed with pride.

"A box of...100 condoms?!" Bob read the label in shock.

"Dad!"

"He's a god! I assume he's got great stamina, he's going to want to go multiple rounds," Alexei tried to reason with them and Bob flipped the box over to read the back.

"Where do you even buy 100 condoms?" Bob asked with furrowed brows.

"Ebay," Alexei replied blankly.

"And...they're glow-in-the-dark?" Y/n read over his shoulder. She scrunched her nose.

"So he doesn’t disappear on you again and turn all dark," Alexei motioned to him as if it made all the sense in the world to him. The absurd items just kept coming.

The next thing was two giant liters of water; each of them respectively labeled 'his' and 'hers.' He shoved them into his daughters hands and pointed to them seriously.

"This is very important. Hydration is vital during all activities — combat, missions, and even romance." Alexei added. "One liter each. Filtered. Room temperature. You’ll thank me when you’re not fainting after the sex." He joked with a laugh.

"You didn't by chance include any vodka in here?" Y/n wondered curiously. "You know...so I can drink to forget this entire night all together."

"What do you take me for?" Alexei looked offended. "That's in my thermos." He raised his own flask and sent her a wink.

Finally, shuffling to balance the entire basket in his hands, Alexei practically thrusted it into Bob's chest. He recovered quickly and accepted the basket awkwardly.

"Here Bob," Alexei said. He gave a firm nod of approval. "Protect her. Respect her. Hydrate her. The thermos is BPA-free."

"Oh my god," Y/n rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Thank you?" Bob accepted it slightly confused. He held onto the basket tightly and laughed nervously. "It's kinda heavy."

And Alexei's smile dropped; the tone now becoming dead serious. "That's the weight of your responsibility. I will end you if you hurt her."

"Noted," Bob swallowed the heavy lump at the back of his throat.

Smile returning, Alexei proceeded to slap a firm hand on Bob's shoulder. His laughter resonated through the hallways like a boom and they both winced from it.

"Good boy! You’re strong, polite, weird hair. I like you," Alexei laughed. He finally made his exit and sent a wave over his shoulder. "Enjoy your sex! Let me know if you need anything."

The door slammed shut for the evening and the lock was firmly put in place, not that it would have really mattered in the end.

In the morning that followed the disastrous night, Bob found himself shuffling into the already occupied kitchen for some morning coffee. He yawned quietly, looking like a man woh only got two hours of sleep because the rest of the time was spent in sin.

At the table, Alexei and Yelena sat beside each other eating bowls of their cereal. Without missing a beat and without looking up, Yelena made a comment that made Bob freeze.

"...You walk funny."

Alexei's head shot up and Bob was startled into a full body flinch.

"I — what—?! I do not —" Bob fumbled over his words.

"A limp is a limp, Bob. You can't hide it from me," Yelena sang, still not even bothering to look up from her book.

"You didn't stretch before?" Alexei asked him in shock.

"Want us to ice your back now and save time?" Yelena offered with a sneaky smile growing on her face and Bob blushed hard.

Her sister proceeded to enter the room with a similar looking limp that did not go unnoticed by her family. She spared them a quick glance and brushed her hand against her boyfriend's arm tenderly.

"Good morning," Y/n called to the rest of them.

"It certainly is for you," Yelena winked all knowingly.

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Omgomgomg Why can't something like this happen to me?! I need this man

B-A-B-Y (Bob Floyd x Reader)

DESCRIPTION: On a Monday morning, Rooster and Hangman bring Bob and Phoenix to a local diner, and Bob’s instantly smitten with the waitress singing along to the jukebox. Next thing he knows, “Diner Mondays” become a squad tradition… and so does watching Bob fall harder every week while the rest of the Daggers try to get him to finally ask her out. WORD COUNT: 2.7k WARNINGS: Fluff. Tooth rotting fluff. Reader wears glasses. NOTES: Yes. Like Baby Driver. MY MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3!

It was an early Monday morning, and Bob was awake and ready earlier than he would’ve anticipated. He always woke up early for work, and on the weekend, out of habit. But that day, he had to wake up even earlier. Rooster and Hangman insisted on going to this diner with Phoenix and him. Bob wasn’t gonna turn down the idea of a real proper breakfast before their shifts, though he knew Phoenix was gonna be grumbling the whole time. 

He pulled up in his baby blue truck to Dot’s and Joe’s, a stout metal and red building not too far from base. The sun was just rising, and it painted the sky that sleepy light blue. Spotting Rooster’s Ford Bronco and Hangman’s Jeep, he pulled up next to them right as they were getting out. 

“Mornin’ Bob,” Rooster said. They were all dressed in their khaki uniforms, knowing they would change into flight suits once they arrived at training anyway.

Bob nodded with a small smile. “Mornin’ guys.”

Hangman stretched, “Where’s your pilot?”

He shrugged. “Phoenix isn’t a morning person.”

As if on cue, her black version of Rooster’s Ford Bronco pulled up and parked next to Bob’s truck. They watched as she got out of the car, grumbling and rubbing her eyes.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” Hangman teased.

“Shut the fuck up, Hangman. It’s too early for your bullshit.” She groaned, making the rest of them laugh. Only she would cuss like a sailor at five in the morning. “Why on earth would you guys want to do this?”

Rooster started walking towards the doors of the place, and the rest followed. “They’ve got quite literally the best pancakes I’ve ever had. It’ll be worth it.”

They all walked in, and Bob looked around the interior. It was like they had hopped into a time machine. The classic 60s look was clean and colorful, even if the outside of the building seemed a little worn down. Red leather seats and silver table tops. Warm fluorescents wrapped around a countertop bar. Old movie posters and pin-up art hung up on every wall while a jukebox played oldies by the kitchen door.

Rooster and Hangman led them to a nearby booth, and they scooched in. 

“It’s nice,” Bob said, nodding with a small smile.

Hangman chuckled, “Figured you of all people would like it. You look like you would’ve gotten your lunch money taken in Back to the Future.”

That made Rooster let out a laugh heartily enough to capture the attention of the staff, and Bob rolled his eyes. But he couldn’t help the smile. Okay, fine. That one was good. More original than his usual quips.

At the sound of Rooster’s laugh, the kitchen door swung open by the jukebox. A soft voice rang out. It was quiet enough for almost nobody in the diner to notice… But Bob sure did. A beautiful voice sang along to a song he didn’t recognize playing on the juke.

“B-A-B-Y. Baby. B-A-B-Y. Baby.” 

His head turned over to see a waitress in a pink uniform and a little paper hat. In most cases, he’d just see the waitress and be excited to dig into some food. But for some reason, at the sight of her, his heart flipped in his chest. She was beautiful. In knee-high socks and glasses that were similar to his, though they weren’t nearly as big and awful-looking as his own. She swayed her head to the song without a care in the world as she held a notepad and pencil. 

He didn’t even notice the rest of the squadron trying not to laugh at Bob’s obvious gawking. 

“See something you like, Floyd?” Phoenix asked with a smirk.

Bob’s head whipped back around. “What? What do you mean?” He asked quickly, making the rest of them laugh harder.

When the waitress spotted the table, she smiled and walked over. 

“You two again.” She said, stopping by and looking at Hangman and Rooster, “And you’ve brought friends.” She smiled at him, and Phoenix and Bob could’ve sworn his heart stopped. 

“Yeah, well, we had to share how good this place was,” Hangman said casually.

Bob looked at the nametag pinned on her top. Y/n. God, he was practically melting, and he was trying to resist the wiggly Charlie Brown smile that wanted to appear.

She tapped her pencil. “What were your call signs again? I remember thinking they were cool, but I can’t for the life of me remember what they were.”

Rooster nodded and pointed to himself first. “Rooster. Hangman. Then those guys over there are Phoenix and Bob.”

She tilted her head with a smile as her eyes landed on Bob properly. “It’s Bob? What’s your real name then?”

With his heart beating out of his chest, he stammered, “B-bob. It’s just Bob.” He wished he could give another answer. He wished that his call sign wasn’t as simple as it was or that he had some sort of cool name like ‘Dagger’ or ‘Striker’... But he couldn’t even pretend like Bob didn’t fit him perfectly.

She laughed. “I like it. I like it a lot.” 

She liked his name.

Hangman cut in, “We’ve made it stand for Baby on Board. He’s a backseater.”

“Oh, so like a WSO?” 

She knew what that was? This conversation was just getting better and better, even with Hangman’s attempts to embarrass him.

Bob nodded, barely able to speak.

“That’s pretty awesome. My dad was Navy, so I like seeing ya’ll pop up here since we’re so close to North Island.” She explained, “Well, Rooster, Hangman, Phoenix, and Baby, what can I get started for ya?”

That wasn’t his call sign, and if it was, it would’ve been more embarrassing than just Bob. But having the beautiful waitress call him Baby? He could leap out of his skin. The massive blush that spread over his face was uncontrollable. 

“Just four hot coffees to get us started, will ya, Y/n?” Hangman said

She didn’t even write it down. “Simple enough. I’ll be back.”

Bob watched her walk away, completely mesmerized. Especially as she jumped back into the song.

“Just one look- in your eye. And my temperature goes sky hi-” And the kitchen door swung closed. 

There was a silence as the three pilots watched Bob, surprised as he sat there with a dreamy look on his face. 

“Jesus, Floyd. I’ve never seen you so whipped. And you usually are by most people.” Hangman smirked, leaning back.

Once again, he was sadly snapped back to reality by Hangman. A common occurrence. “N-no. No, I’m not. She was nice.” He cleared his throat, pretending to look over the menu, “Really nice.” 

Rooster made a little ‘Aw’-ing noise. “Buddy, it’s okay! I get it. She’s super cute.” He said, trying to be supportive, but Bob quickly shushed him, horrified at the prospect she might overhear.

“And she matches your dorkiness,” Hangman added

Bob shook his head, but he had that feeling, too. Their interaction had been so limited, yet he had a feeling they’d get along perfectly. He was already completely and totally captivated by her. 

They left the diner an hour later to make it to work on time, but Bob couldn’t shake the thoughts of her that graciously occupied his brain. The whole day, even as he was driving or flying or doing push-ups, he’d hear her calling him ‘baby’. Or he’d think about how, when he put in his order for strawberry french toast, she winked at him and said that was her favorite. It was both horrifying and the best distraction he could ever ask for.

Wanting to make it a tradition, Rooster dragged the three of them back to the diner the following Monday. It was a nice thought. Start the week out with a great breakfast and end it with a Friday night at The Hard Deck. 

Bob got out of his truck and looked over at Hangman, Rooster, and Phoenix, who were already there. 

“You’re here before me, Phoenix?” He asked, confused.

Phoenix chuckled even through tired eyes, “Couldn’t miss the Bob yearning show this morning.”

He practically choked on his own spit. “What?”

“Yeah, we’re surprised you weren’t the first one here to say hi to your little girlfriend.” Rooster teased.

He let out a little exasperated breath. “Can we go in now?”

Hangman walked towards the door, “Whatever you want, Baby.” He teased back, emphasizing the name the waitress had called him last time.

For the next few weeks, they had the same routine. They would sit down in their booth, and like clockwork, Y/n would strut out quietly singing along to whatever song was on the jukebox. It was like she had a Rolodex of 50s/'60s hits. The Supremes. Marvin Gaye. Aretha Franklin. Tom Jones. Even the songs he didn’t recognize sounded like his new favorite song coming from her.

Hangman, Rooster, and Phoenix would all watch him stumble and smile up at her. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. And they would all tease him or even subtly try to hype Bob up to her. The three noticed how she seemed to pay special interest to Bob, even though he remained oblivious. They noticed how she always complimented him or would point out his glasses. There were little things- like her making his paper plate of ketchup a winky face or a heart, while the rest got stars or smiley faces. The fact that she always addressed him as Baby was more than enough to convince them. It wasn’t Bob or Baby on Board. It was just Baby. 

But Bob was oblivious. He was completely convinced that she was just being friendly because she was being paid to be. He figured that a girl like that would already have a partner, and he didn’t want to be a creep. It wasn’t like him to hit on a girl while she was working. His mama taught him that it wasn’t appropriate. 

So even as the rest of them egged him on to ask her out, he didn’t. He stayed comfortable with the small talk and stammering banter he’d make with her on those Monday mornings. It got to a point where even the rest of the squadron knew about this. Fanboy, Payback, and Coyote wanted to come with and see for themselves, but for the first time- Bob vehemently rejected them from coming. It would be obvious if suddenly there was a crowd watching him try not to turn red in the face while talking. And she deserved better than that. 

One Monday, Y/n came back out singing that Carla Thomas song again. And when she reached the table, Bob couldn’t help himself.

“What’s that song playing? You’re always singing it.” He asked

Her eyes widened, “Oh goodness, I hope it’s not too cringy that I sing while working.” She said with a nervous smile.

All of them shook their heads, looking up at her. Rooster and Hangman went back to their menus with smirks while Phoenix looked down at her phone, as if they were all letting him have his moment. His favorite part of the week. 

“No. No. I- I like your voice. I’m just wondering what the song is.” He said with his typical bashful look.

Her nervous smile upturned to a genuine one. “Oh, well, it’s Baby by Carla Thomas, but the title is spelled out like B-A-B-Y… Hey, that’s like your call sign, isn’t it?” She asked excitedly.

Bob nodded. “Kinda. Kinda yeah.”

“Guess, I’ll be listening to this song even more then, Baby.” She said, which made Hangman and Rooster look at each other with raised brows that said ‘it’s so obvious’, “I’ll be right out with your guys’ coffee.”

As she walked away, he heard “Whenever the sun don’t shine.”

The kitchen door swung shut.

“Jesus Christ, Bob, this is torture.” Rooster groaned, leaning his head back.

He looked at him, confused with furrowed brows.

“Look, Bob, I was a whole proponent of the whole don’t ask her out at work thing, but this is getting ridiculous,” Phoenix said, grabbing her menu.

“I don’t know what you guys mean. She’s just being nice.” Bob said, looking around at his friend’s exasperated faces. 

Hangman dragged his hands down his face, “And calling you ‘baby’.” 

Bob shook his head. “She thinks that’s my call sign.”

“So… she’s going to ‘listen to the song with your call sign more now’ because…?” Rooster added. 

He couldn’t deny that. It was probably the most forward thing she had done besides smile and point out they were matching every Monday because of their glasses. 

Bob shook his head. “I shouldn’t.” 

Phoenix exchanged a look with Hangman… That couldn’t be good. Those two could barely stand each other, so if they were joining forces, something was up. Bob saw their stares. 

“What-what are you guys doing?” Bob asked.

Phoenix turned to him, “If you don’t ask her out, I’m gonna have Hangman kill us in every dogfight this week. 200 push-ups each.” 

He immediately groaned and put his head in his hands. The idea of that was pure torture. Not only did that mean he’d barely get to fly because he’d be tagged out every time they did, but 200 push-ups daily for a week. Look, Bob was strong… but his shoulders and biceps shivered at the thought. 

“You’re evil. You’re literally evil.” He said, looking over at Phoenix.

Rooster tapped the table. “You’ll thank us later.”

After they all paid, Rooster, Hangman, and Phoenix all walked out, leaving Bob still lingering behind inside. He felt awkward. Like he wasn’t supposed to be there anymore because it was outside of this routine. When Y/n came back out, his heart beat so hard he thought it might stop. It had gone from zero to sixty at just the sight of her. 

When she spotted him, her eyes brightened and she walked straight towards him. He swallowed anxiously.

“Hey, Baby! What are you still doing here? Need something?” She asked smiling

Oh god. Oh dear god.

“No, no, I was just uh, I was just-” Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his friends not so subtly watching him from outside the window. He scratched the back of his neck. “I just wanted to say thanks.” He nodded.

OH GOD WHAT WAS HE DOING? THANKS? A little confused, but still smiling, she nodded. “You’re welcome. Any time.”

He took a deep breath before spitting out, “I was just wondering if you’d like to… go out sometime. I- I know this isn’t appropriate when you’re working and all, but-”

“I’d love to.” Her face was the brightest he had seen it. It didn’t seem like forced hospitality. She seemed genuinely enthusiastic. “God, Bob, I was waiting for you to ask.”

He blinked and shook his head in disbelief, “You were?”

“I was worried you never would.” She said, “I’m free this weekend if you are.”

It felt like he was melting into the floor. “Yeah, yeah, I am. I’ll uh- here.”

He reached over to a table and grabbed a napkin, quickly scribbling his number on it. Handing it to her, he added, “And if you change your mind, I won’t be mad.”

She took it and folded it neatly before putting it in her pocket. “I would never.”

They stood there for a moment just looking at each other. She smiled, and Bob let out a nervous laugh. This felt like a dream, and he was still waiting to wake up. She didn’t have a boyfriend. She didn’t seem creeped out. And she had been waiting for him to ask her, despite being at work. 

“I’ll let you get back to work. I’ll see you.” He said, nodding.

“See ya soon, Baby.” She waved before going back into the kitchen.

Walking out, Bob’s legs felt like jelly. It was like he was on the aircraft carrier for the first time, and he couldn’t get his bearings. He fully wore the bashful smile now, unable to resist it. 

“So?” Phoenix asked, crossing her arms with a knowing smirk.

“She said yes.” He said breathlessly. 

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Caught red-handed

Bob!Floyd x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: Your father, Maverick, doesn't let you date any pilot, no matter what. But with such a sweet, aviation-geeky man, how can you follow that rule?

WARNINGS: Entablished relationship, almost voyeurism, making out sligthly, suggestive, size kink if you squint, very fluff too

WC: 1.683

Your dad had left at the last minute, giving you just a few minutes' notice. He'd said something like it was an emergency mission but that he'd be back in a few hours.

The universe couldn't have given you a better opportunity. You've been wanting to see your boyfriend for a while. You didn't get to see him very often because your relationship was supposed to be secret. Maverick would kill you if he found out you were dating one of his pilots.

Even if your boyfriend was one of the sweetest, most responsible, and gentlemanly pilots in all of Top Gun. Rules were rules, and you had to follow them to the letter. But who were you trying to fool? Every chance you got, you snuck into the military base under the guise of visiting your father at work. And of course, you were happy to see him, and he was happy to see you, but the one you were most looking forward to seeing was that man with chocolate brown eyes and aviator glasses.

You always exchanged furtive glances. Sometimes he'd stare at you for longer than he should have, losing focus on his task. But it had been a while since you'd visited him. You'd been very busy lately, and even though you exchanged text messages or secret calls, it wasn't the same. And you missed him.

That's why when your father left you quickly called Bob, letting him know of course that your father wasn't there, otherwise he wouldn't dare set foot in your house without permission, he had a lot of respect for the captain.

When Bob arrived at your house, you quickly dragged him by the hand to your room. Closing the door behind you, you wasted no time hanging around his neck, standing on your toes, and kissed him passionately. The kiss was hungry, thirsty for him, letting him know how much you missed him. Bob gasped in surprise but placed his hands on your waist, holding you close and steadying you.

Your hands went to his face, deepening the kiss, your boyfriend moaned in response, reacting to your need. His arms wrapped around your back, and his body leaned slightly over you. You gasped deliciously, noticing how big your boyfriend was compared to you.

With slow steps, you led Bob to the edge of the bed and forced him to sit while you sat on his lap. He moaned between your kisses and moved away a few inches.

"No, no, we shouldn't. Are you sure your father isn't back yet? What if he finds out?"

His worried frown was a little guilty. You could tell Bob was still respectful and rather reluctant to break the rules, and not just because he was afraid of your father. Your face softened, and you gave him a soft smile.

"Love, don't worry, it'll only take a moment. Besides, I'm old enough to choose my boyfriend," you said, caressing his jaw.

He seemed relieved and kissed you, smiling against your lips. His hands held your lower back and thighs. Your mouth ran over his face, peppering kisses on his forehead, cheeks, and nose, tickling him until he laughed. Then your lips attacked his neck, making his grip tighten as he pursed his lips and moaned softly. Your hands searched for a way to remove him that ugly green uniform that bothered you and blocked your way to his naked torso.

He helped you by starting to unzip the front. You crashed your lips against his again, sliding your hands under the neck of his shirt.

"Bob..." you moaned softly and painfully against his mouth

Your boyfriend ran his large, calloused hands down your back, also trying to feel your skin. Just as you were feeling that familiar bubbling throb in your core, making you stir in his lap, you heard footsteps and a voice from the living room.

"Honey! I'm home!"

Both felt the blood freeze in their veins as you two stood rigid, listening attentively, almost breathless, for the sign of approaching footsteps.

"Where are you, hun?"

When you heard Maverick's voice near the hallway leading to your room, you both panicked. You jumped up, looking around for a good hiding place, while he did the same, very nervous.

Suddenly you pointed under your bed "Hide under there!!

Your boyfriend seemed to hesitate and stammered, "Sure? I don't know if I'll fit-.."

"Shut up and hide!" you urged as you heard your father's footsteps getting closer and closer to the door.

Bob scrambled to the ground and slid under the bed with difficulty, but not before hitting his head on the wood. You quickly sat down on the mattress, praying for Bob to stay as quiet as possible, as Maverick opened your bedroom door.

He walked in with a friendly smile. You forced a smile as you sat suspiciously stiff, your body tense, and your father didn't miss a thing.

"Everything okay, sweetheart?" he asked, approaching.

Inside, your boyfriend kept telling himself to stay as still as a mouse, while his forehead sweated slightly. You tried to relax your body. "Yes, daddy, everything's okay."

But your smile was still fake, so your dad moved even closer to the mattress, standing right in front of you. You gulped nervously.

"Really? Look, I know when you're lying."

"I'm screwed," Bob thought. He'd probably kick him out of the Air Force and put his bones in a bag and throw it into the sea.

You blinked several times "Ye-yeah dad, why do you say that?"

He sighed and sat down next to you, slightly sinking into the mattress where your boyfriend was lying underneath. He was forced to press himself even closer to the floor, holding his breath. You shifted uncomfortably in your spot as you tried to focus your gaze on your father's face and not look at the floor near the hiding place.

"Well, I know that sometimes I'm a little strict with you and I know that you think that I treat you like a child even though you're older now, but I only do it to protect you, you know?"

You nodded vigorously, attentive to his movements and hoping he'd leave soon despite the emotional words he was giving you. Oh, Dad, why did you choose to open up and show your soft side at a time like this?

He turned his body slightly to face you. "I know you're mad at me for not letting you date the pilots of Top Gun, but I know them better than you do, and I know that most of them aren't a good match for you, daughter."

Bob could feel his body cramping beneath you, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. Your father continued, oblivious to anything. "It's just... I wouldn't forgive myself if any of them hurt you or didn't treat you right!"

Suddenly your father lightly hit the mattress in an act of frustration but with enough force that the impact filtered through the layer of the mattress and the blankets and collided with Bob's head making him grunt in pain, scared he covered his mouth but it was too late. You turned red and pretended to cough while your foot kicked under the bed until it reached your boyfriend's arm and made him gasp. Your father frowned and his gaze went from you to the floor, confused.

"What was that?" he said in an authoritative voice

"What?" you asked innocently, playing dumb

"I'm serious, that noise under your bed" now his face was serious, the calm before the storm

"Nothing, Dad, I didn't hear anything..."

He frowned again and growled in annoyance, determined to prove to you that he wasn't crazy. He squatted on the floor, hunched over slightly. Bob could see Maverick's knees very close to his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, silently praying to all the gods he knew that he wouldn't be discovered. Before your dad could bend down and lift the sheet, your eyes widened and you lunged at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him.

"Oh daddy, I'm glad you said it!! You're right, I was really mad because you wouldn't let me date the pilots, but now I'm not mad anymore knowing that you only want the best for me! Thank you, I love you, I love you, I love you!! " you said theatrically and loudly to distract him.

And it worked because he automatically moved around your back and sat back down on the mattress with a smile, happy that his daughter finally understood.

"That's great honey, I'm glad to hear that"

You sighed in relief and looked gratefully up at the sky behind his back, without him being able to see it. When you separated from him, your father stood up, and you accompanied him to the door, saying goodbye with a kiss on the cheek, but not before warning you that you have to tell him everything, even if you hide a puppy under the bed or something else. You nodded, smiling and helpful like the good daughter you were. When you closed the door, your perfect smile disappeared, and you exhaled loudly, leaning your back against the wood, visibly relieved.

"You can come out now, my love"

Bob had to wriggle and crawl like a worm to get out of his hiding place. When he did, his glasses were crooked, his uniform was covered in dust, and he was rubbing his aching head and forehead with a grimace. He also sneezed slightly.

"Finally, for a moment there I thought he'd find out. And I think you need to clean under your bed, babe," he smirked.

But then he winced again as he felt a bump on his forehead.

"Ow poor baby"

On tiptoe, you kissed his forehead where a bruise was beginning to appear. Bob thanked you by wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you tenderly, his lips barely touching yours.

"Next time I promise to meet you at a park" you said and both laughed.

[layla4567]

I was looking at Bob Floyd gifs (for academic purposes) and I realized his eyes aren't brown like I thought...

I mean, I know the actor has blue eyes (dark in fact) in reality, but I was sure that for this particular character they had put brown contact lenses on him because in a gif it looked like that 😭

I guess the lighting was very poor, that's why they looked darker. But now I can't stop thinking that eyes of that color would look great on him. In fact, it will be my headcanon. Floyd has brown eyes. Let me dream.

[layla4567]

Could you write something about Bob Floyd and his wife? Because of his job, he has to spend months apart. So when they sees him again, they can't help but jump on him and kiss him needily (because I would do it if he were my husband).

YES OF COURSE!!!! I love fics where they reunite :3

This Kiss (Bob Floyd x Reader)

DESCRIPTION: You thought that Bob's deployments would get easier after getting married. But with this most recent one, you find yourself a nervous wreck to be reunited with him. WORD COUNT: 1.2k (Sorry it's shorter than my usual!) WARNINGS: Established relationship. Kissing. SLIGHTEST angst/anxiety. NOTES: You gotta listen to This Kiss by Faith Hill while reading it. (If you've seen the scene from Practical Magic, you know what I'm talking about) MY MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3!

Saying goodbye never got easier. Y/n had assumed that being married would make saying goodbye to her husband Bob a more usual happenstance. But this mission had proved her wrong. The goodbye had been just as hard as the first time.

She felt that she should be used to it by now. Yet, whether he was being sent on a mission for a few days or deployed for months, every goodbye was filled with tears. It left her with anxiety that ate at her chest, and rendered her useless in the first few days after. 

It was the first long-distance mission that Bob had been assigned since getting married a few months back. This time, Bob had been gone for two months. Out on a carrier in the middle of god knows where, he couldn’t tell her any of the mission details. But she didn’t want to hear them anyway. Anytime she heard about the details, the impossibilities, and the risks, it made her sick to her stomach. 

Two months wasn’t that bad in the grand scheme of things. Especially nowadays, since Bob could have his phone. He’d be able to FaceTime her maybe once or twice a week. Granted, cell service was few and far between, and there were times when he’d go radio silent. But she just had to trust that he’d come back, which was the hardest thing you could ask a person to do.

As she got ready that afternoon, she felt this horrifying sense of dread course through her. Bob hadn’t contacted her directly in a week, yet the homecoming was today. What that could possibly mean scared her to her bones.

She reminded herself that she hadn’t gotten that call. She didn’t have any sergeants knocking at her door with a folded flag. But that didn’t ease her worries. Bob could be dying as she put on her white sundress, and she still wouldn’t know until he was in a body bag.

Y/n secretly hated homecomings. She didn’t want to wait for the music to play. She didn’t want to wait with all the excited families. She wanted her husband. The smell of the seaport gave her a headache, and the heat always got to her as she stood out in the sun for what felt like eternity. Maybe it was because she had no one else. When the Dagger Squad was gone on missions, she was left behind. It had been difficult to make friends of her own now that she was an adult. So when this time always came around, she was alone in the crowd. And she was not only hoping for her husband's return, but for the group of aviators that she had grown attached to. 

Standing out at the edge of the shipyard, she looked up at the gigantic hunk of metal that was the carrier. Tall and flat, she tried to get a good look at the soldiers in uniform. But they were too far away to distinguish anybody. 

Her hands shook, and she looked anxiously around, waiting for them to start coming down.

“First time?” An older woman stood next to her and asked lightly. Must be one of the Dagger Squad’s moms.

She chuckled and shook her head. “No, but uh- first since getting married this year.” She explained.

“That’s a rough one.” She chuckled and saw the worried expression, “Oh, you’ll be just fine. You’re here!” 

She nodded. It was true. She had made it all the way to the homecoming event with no scary phone calls. 

Rooster was the first one she saw strutting down. The people cheered, and she watched as Rooster in his dress blues reunited with his mom. She wanted to go up and hug him. Ask him about Bob. But she couldn’t interrupt that sort of thing. 

So she continued to watch with her heart pounding in her chest. She watched as they all came out one or two at a time. Phoenix. Hangman. Payback… Fanboy. Her heart was slowly sinking in her chest. Even Maverick had already come down and reunited with Penny. Where the hell was Bob?

Rooster walked over to her with an unreadable expression, and she looked at him, horrified. “What? What? What’s going on?”

He put his hands up, confused, “Woah woah woah- what do you mean?”

“Where’s my husband?” 

Rooster chuckled, and the grip on her heart lightened.

“Relax, Mrs. Floyd.” Rooster said teasingly, “He forgot his nametag under his bunk.”

“Wha-” Her head whipped around to see Bob rushing down the carrier steps, clearly frazzled. She covered her mouth in relief and immediately went towards him.

The sunset had turned the sky orange, and a cool sea breeze ran through the shipyard. Since all the other families had already reunited with their loved ones, the space was clear as Bob stepped down the last step. He looked up to see Y/n speed walking toward him from a distance. The breeze lifted her dress and hair, and she looked straight from a painting with that sun behind her. The best image a man could see first thing home. 

She naturally started to run a little. Tears sprang in her eyes as she saw his face brighten and him start walking faster toward her. Seeing him in his dress blues and those familiar wire frames, she couldn’t get to him fast enough. 

Next thing she knew, she was practically jumping Bob, but he was prepared. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her steady as they pressed their lips together. The familiar scent of his detergent filled her nostrils, and it calmed her rushing emotions. His hands ran up her back, clinging onto her like she could disappear any moment. People clapped at the sight of them, and she felt a sense of embarrassment. She wished they could’ve been alone for this, but she understood people were just celebrating. He spun her around at the sound of the applause, and she couldn’t help but laugh against his lips. When he pulled back and set her down, he noticed the tears streaming down her face. He gently put his hand up and cupped her cheek. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, using his thumb to swipe the tears away.

She shook her head and let out a dry laugh. “Nothing. I just got real scared there for a moment.” She felt a little embarrassed for being such a mess after so many of these now.

His face softened. “Why? You know I always come back.”

“No texts or calls in a bit and- and- you came out later than everyone else. I don’t know.” 

He pulled her in for a tighter embrace and kissed her head. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t have service. Then the latter, well… that was just me being an idiot.”

“I’m glad you found your nametag.”

He looked down at her and chuckled. “What can I say? I was too excited to see my girl. Forgot it.” He said softly 

Their eyes locked, and she cupped his face. His familiar square jawline rested softly in her hands, and his gorgeous cobalt blue eyes shone against the coming twilight hour. She laughed in relief, and he gave her his typical small crooked smile. 

And she pulled him in for the first kiss of many that night. 

[layla4567]

Rhett Abbott | Fics

Not that innocent

Summary: In public you appear tender and innocent, even somewhat naive. With your good girl face and docile attitude, no one could imagine that behind closed doors you were eating up the town's notorious cowboy.

Genre: suggestive/smut-ish

Fandom: Outer range

Daddy's girl (on drafts)

Summary: You make a living helping your father on your small farm. You only have the two of you, but you're pretty self-sufficient. And it seems you've caught the eye of a certain cowboy.

Genre: smut

Fandom: Outer range

[layla4567]

Not that innocent || R.A

Summary: In public you appear tender and innocent, even somewhat naive. With your good girl face and docile attitude, no one could imagine that behind closed doors you were eating up the town's notorious cowboy.

Warnings: Fem!reader, petit!reader, submissive attitude of the reader only during the day (wink, wink), very ooc!, age gap kinda(?, riding, cussing a bit.

Wc: 711

With your custom-made boots, impeccable dress like a cottony cloud and your low pigtails falling over your shoulders and framing your face, you gave the impression of a perfect and good girl. Or at least that's what you intended

Maybe sometimes you exaggerated in your mannerisms, feigning surprise and disbelief every time a boy flirted with you or you laughed softly, blushing when you heard a dirty joke as if the possibility of imagining that didn't exist in your mind.

Oh you, always so adorable and helpful, you helped feed the animals, collected the eggs and helped in the kitchen, sometimes you even offered to carry the heavy alfalfa and tried to watch over the pigeon nests that were on the tin roof of your house despite your height.

But when you walked by that cowboy, your whole facade fell apart because with just one look, you two knew how naughty you really were. But that was a secret, of course. That cowboy wasn't very popular with many people. He was the kind of man who would take advantage of others, or the kind who always had that "all in control" and sarcastic attitude. And your family wouldn't let you get near him for anything.

Gosh, what would the townspeople say if they heard you screaming Rhett's name at night like an unhinged beast? It would be a calamity. Or seeing you "casually" walk past him in a sinfully short skirt only to have him dragged behind the barn? Oh no, God forbid!

No, no one could imagine that behind that sweet appearance hid an absolutely nasty girl, and that amused Rhett. He enjoyed imagining people's faces if they saw you riding him like a wild beast, uttering the filthiest things in his ear that shot out of your sweet little mouth like snake venom.

They also couldn't tell how you walked by him, savoring a lollipop and looking at him through your thick eyelashes, or how you bent over to pick a daisy to take to your mother, accidentally revealing your butt and your under-dress. Or how Rhett, clenching his jaw to contain himself, suddenly snapped and easily lifted you up to sit on the fence, kissing your neck and behind your ear, and how whenever that happened, you'd slyly ask him to please leave some slightly visible hickeys.

Only he knew the real you. And how many times has he laughed mockingly or rolled his eyes at you performing that absurd pantomime like a play where you played the role of a virgin, pure, and perfect girl.

"Why can't I wear a man's cowboy hat?" you asked, pouting.

Your older brother laughed modestly but sympathetically, shaking his head at his sister. As if she couldn't reason with something like that.

"That's a story for another day...or another life."

And Abbott couldn't help but remember all the times he had you on top of him just because of that hat rule.

His cerulean eyes darted from your tits to your face, unable to focus on one spot. He watched them bounce with each thrust you made on his cock, then looked at you, your proud smile lifting one corner higher than the other and your hand holding the hat on your head. His hat

"You are a very dirty girl, I wonder what others would say if they saw you like this right now, doll" He laughed between grunts as he felt your walls tighten.

You laughed sarcastically. "I don't care if I can keep riding you like this."

Your hips rocked back and forth as if you were riding a mechanical bull, following a controlled rhythm so you wouldn't tire. Rhett threw his head back and dug his fingers into your thighs and butt.

"Ngh Jesus doll, look at you taking me so well. But fffuck what will your family say about this?" he teases you because he knew you really didn't care otherwise you wouldn't be with him.

You leaned your body over him and grabbed the hair on the back of his neck, pulling it back. Rhett let out a guttural moan.

"Shut that pretty fucking mouth of yours unless you use it to eat my pussy, huh?"

He hissed with a satisfied smile "That's my girl"

[layla4567]

No problem! I really liked your fic 💘

~Bob Reynolds Fics(Thunderbolts)~

Golden Hour (@itwillbethescarletwitch)

warnings: mention of pregnancy and parenting

A/n: I found this very sweet and adorable. Long live Dad!Bob

Kiss Me Forever : ̗̀➛ Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Reader (@scarletmika)

Summary: Bob never expected to fall in love with a Goddess, or have her fall in love with him, too. But even when you're capable of showing him the entire galaxy, you're the only thing he wants to be looking at

warnings: fluff, age gap

A/n: This is a second part, but it was the one I liked the most. Simply beautiful.

Marked ✩ Bob Reynolds (@houseofaegon)

Summary: You and Bob had been sneaking around for months, the thrill of secrecy only fueling the fire and desire. But bruises from the night before threaten to unravel everything—especially when Bucky Barnes sees them and goes into full protective big brother mode.

warnings: smut, biting marks/bruises

A/n: I loved every word of this fic, how protective Bob and Bucky were, and that almost brotherly relationship with Bucky. Bravo.

"𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠" - Robert ("Bob") Reynolds x freader x platonic thunderbolts (@ang3ltine)

Summary: Bob was asleep for God knows how long, now that he has the chance at a better life. Who better to show him than you?

Warnings: mention of mental illness

A/n: very sweet and tender, I loved Ava's intervention

Hold me close (@t1red-twilight)

content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, cuddling, no plot oops, avengers tower new era, probably spelling mistakes (i’m falling asleep)

A/n: really comfort, rooting tooth fluff

Every breath you take || (Bob Reynolds x reader) (@woantohae)

Summary: After a failed mission, in which Y/N ​​almost drowned trying to keep herself and Bob afloat, the man feels guilty for not being able to save them. Or more like, save her.

Warning: fluff and a bit of angst

A/n: I wanted to hug Bob in this fic, I love your work, I already consider myself a fan of yours

The S*x Talk | Bob Reynolds from Thunderbolts* (@webslinger-holland)

Summary: Since Alexei has reunited with both of his daughters, he feels obligated to fulfill his fatherly role to them which includes a safe sex talk.

Warning: 18+ minors DNI, Alexei being himself (slightly vulgar), suggestive content in reference to smut, references to condoms and penis, size comparison, reader getting second hand embarrassment...hard

A/n: I loved it, very funny and fun, I loved Alexei being Alexei lol

Ruined ✩ Bob Reynolds (@houseofaegon)

Summary: The Thunderbolt's press tour is a fucking disaster—Valentina's controlling, the team’s a mess, and Bob Reynolds looks at you like he’s one second away from losing his mind. When you catch him pacing the armory alone, you take what you want. But when you tell him to stay quiet and be good... Bob doesn’t stay quiet. And he definitely doesn’t stay good

Warnings: smut

A/n: geez you have no idea how much I loved this fic; it's one of my favorites. It was hot, and I loved the idea of a press tour with Valentina; quite original.

~Bob Floyd Fics (Top Gun)~

Summertime [B. F.] (@violetrainbow412-blog)

summary: Rooster and Hangman spot a mysterious woman… who turns out to be already taken.

Warnings: none

A/n: This one made me giggle and I was smiling through the screen the whole time, very funny and cute

Unraveled- Bob Floyd (@withahappyrefrain)

Summary: Bob Floyd likes to think he can keep it cool. Then along comes a sundress.

Warnings: smut

A/n: I think this was the first Floyd fanfic I read, and it was so well-written that, even though I knew nothing about the character, it gave me an idea of how he behaved. I absolutely loved it.

Polaroids (Bob Floyd x Reader) (@the-shedevil-writes)

Summary: Bob keeps your relationship private, but he doesn't try to hide the dozens of Polaroids of you all over his locker and truck. He has a daily routine of taping his favorite Polaroid of you to his jet's console, but when it goes missing, things get chaotic. Luckily, you're there to make everything better.

Warnings: fighting, cussing

A/n: Super cute! I loved the concept and how it was executed.

Victoria's Secret (Bob Floyd x Reader) (@the-shedevil-writes)

Summary: After a teasing comment from Hangman plants the idea, you drag a flustered Bob into Victoria’s Secret, delighted, while he’s blushing every shade of red. But once you’re back home and slipping into the set he picked out, things heat up fast

Warnings: smut

A/n: I loved everything about Victoria's Secrets underwear, I could even imagine the outfit.

BIRDS OF A FEATHER (@dearsnow)

Summary: phoenix and her girlfriend set you up with a wso they insist will be right up your alley.

Warnings: fluff

A/n: Very adorable, I loved it!!! and I felt identified with the reader

Crash landing (@moonmaarii)

summary: romance/hurt comfort

warnings: blink and you miss it description of injury & mentions of being in hopsital

A/n: Adorable interactions, I really liked when the reader checks on Bob after the accident

That's all folks! Go check on these amazing writers <3 (Maybe I'll make a second part because there are really many more Bob Reynolds fanfics that I want to add.)

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~Bob Reynolds Fics(Thunderbolts)~

Golden Hour (@itwillbethescarletwitch)

warnings: mention of pregnancy and parenting

A/n: I found this very sweet and adorable. Long live Dad!Bob

Kiss Me Forever : ̗̀➛ Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Reader (@scarletmika)

Summary: Bob never expected to fall in love with a Goddess, or have her fall in love with him, too. But even when you're capable of showing him the entire galaxy, you're the only thing he wants to be looking at

warnings: fluff, age gap

A/n: This is a second part, but it was the one I liked the most. Simply beautiful.

Marked ✩ Bob Reynolds (@houseofaegon)

Summary: You and Bob had been sneaking around for months, the thrill of secrecy only fueling the fire and desire. But bruises from the night before threaten to unravel everything—especially when Bucky Barnes sees them and goes into full protective big brother mode.

warnings: smut, biting marks/bruises

A/n: I loved every word of this fic, how protective Bob and Bucky were, and that almost brotherly relationship with Bucky. Bravo.

"𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠" - Robert ("Bob") Reynolds x freader x platonic thunderbolts (@ang3ltine)

Summary: Bob was asleep for God knows how long, now that he has the chance at a better life. Who better to show him than you?

Warnings: mention of mental illness

A/n: very sweet and tender, I loved Ava's intervention

Hold me close (@t1red-twilight)

content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, cuddling, no plot oops, avengers tower new era, probably spelling mistakes (i’m falling asleep)

A/n: really comfort, rooting tooth fluff

Every breath you take || (Bob Reynolds x reader) (@woantohae)

Summary: After a failed mission, in which Y/N ​​almost drowned trying to keep herself and Bob afloat, the man feels guilty for not being able to save them. Or more like, save her.

Warning: fluff and a bit of angst

A/n: I wanted to hug Bob in this fic, I love your work, I already consider myself a fan of yours

The S*x Talk | Bob Reynolds from Thunderbolts* (@webslinger-holland)

Summary: Since Alexei has reunited with both of his daughters, he feels obligated to fulfill his fatherly role to them which includes a safe sex talk.

Warning: 18+ minors DNI, Alexei being himself (slightly vulgar), suggestive content in reference to smut, references to condoms and penis, size comparison, reader getting second hand embarrassment...hard

A/n: I loved it, very funny and fun, I loved Alexei being Alexei lol

Ruined ✩ Bob Reynolds (@houseofaegon)

Summary: The Thunderbolt's press tour is a fucking disaster—Valentina's controlling, the team’s a mess, and Bob Reynolds looks at you like he’s one second away from losing his mind. When you catch him pacing the armory alone, you take what you want. But when you tell him to stay quiet and be good... Bob doesn’t stay quiet. And he definitely doesn’t stay good

Warnings: smut

A/n: geez you have no idea how much I loved this fic; it's one of my favorites. It was hot, and I loved the idea of a press tour with Valentina; quite original.

~Bob Floyd Fics (Top Gun)~

Summertime [B. F.] (@violetrainbow412-blog)

summary: Rooster and Hangman spot a mysterious woman… who turns out to be already taken.

Warnings: none

A/n: This one made me giggle and I was smiling through the screen the whole time, very funny and cute

Unraveled- Bob Floyd (@withahappyrefrain)

Summary: Bob Floyd likes to think he can keep it cool. Then along comes a sundress.

Warnings: smut

A/n: I think this was the first Floyd fanfic I read, and it was so well-written that, even though I knew nothing about the character, it gave me an idea of how he behaved. I absolutely loved it.

Polaroids (Bob Floyd x Reader) (@the-shedevil-writes)

Summary: Bob keeps your relationship private, but he doesn't try to hide the dozens of Polaroids of you all over his locker and truck. He has a daily routine of taping his favorite Polaroid of you to his jet's console, but when it goes missing, things get chaotic. Luckily, you're there to make everything better.

Warnings: fighting, cussing

A/n: Super cute! I loved the concept and how it was executed.

Victoria's Secret (Bob Floyd x Reader) (@the-shedevil-writes)

Summary: After a teasing comment from Hangman plants the idea, you drag a flustered Bob into Victoria’s Secret, delighted, while he’s blushing every shade of red. But once you’re back home and slipping into the set he picked out, things heat up fast

Warnings: smut

A/n: I loved everything about Victoria's Secrets underwear, I could even imagine the outfit.

BIRDS OF A FEATHER (@dearsnow)

Summary: phoenix and her girlfriend set you up with a wso they insist will be right up your alley.

Warnings: fluff

A/n: Very adorable, I loved it!!! and I felt identified with the reader

Crash landing (@moonmaarii)

summary: romance/hurt comfort

warnings: blink and you miss it description of injury & mentions of being in hopsital

A/n: Adorable interactions, I really liked when the reader checks on Bob after the accident

That's all folks! Go check on these amazing writers <3 (Maybe I'll make a second part because there are really many more Bob Reynolds fanfics that I want to add.)