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𝑴𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Bob is confused about his feelings for you, especially when he sees you around John Walker or Bucky

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: confessed love, misunderstandings and lack of communication, a little angsty, mention of mental health, mention of a failed mission and de4d people (slightly), fluff at the end, insecurities, mention of arguments (not with Bob), ex!blackwidow!reader, Y/N use

Another failed mission. It wasn't the first, no, but this one had left the biggest emotional impact on the group. Many people had died, and there was nothing they could do to prevent it. Bob had stayed in the tower as usual, but seeing everyone's defeated expressions as they took the elevator, he knew everything had gone to hell.

The one who had been most affected was you. You didn't want to talk to anyone, not even Bob, and every time someone spoke to you, you responded with cutting and sarcastic words, arms crossed and a murderous glare. Bob felt a little hurt by this, but he kept telling himself that you just weren't having a good time, and he knew a lot about that from his own experience.

Anyway, everyone was acting more grumpy than usual, even Alexei became more serious, and that was already strange. The worst part was seeing or hearing when you and John argued, which wasn't that unusual, but the arguments this time were more frequent and louder, so much so that Bob had to cover his ears. One day he decided to ask Yelena what had really happened. She answered sharply.

"Nothing that concerns you for now, Bob."

But then she remembered that she shouldn't be so cold to him since the last time he had a bad day nothing had gone right.

"Sorry, we... lost a lot of civilians in the last mission. That's all." She answered in a softer voice, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

He understood and decided not to ask or talk about the subject again until things calmed down. Luckily, the days passed and everyone seemed back to normal, except for you. You were still a little discouraged and you didn't laugh or smile like before. Everyone said you'd get over it, but Bob really cared about you. More than he should have; when you were with him, he felt like he was in Eden. Whether you were just silently accompanying him or helping him wash the dishes, Bob always felt better with you, and he wanted you to feel the same; for him to be your safe place, just as you were for him.

With silent and discreet gestures, Bob made sure you were feeling better from a distance. He checked on you from time to time to see if you needed anything or felt uncomfortable, or he knocked on your door to see if you needed anything or to bring you some tea. And although your tone of voice wasn't the same cheerful one as always, at least you still tried not to ignore him and to be kind to him.

And it seemed to be working because little by little you started to go back to your old self. You smiled a little again and sometimes laughed shyly at some silly joke Alexei told. But Bob noticed that you had gotten really close to Bucky and John. Technically there was nothing wrong with it, Bob knew that you and Bucky were very good friends because you had known each other before, he had even sometimes heard you talking late at night in the kitchen. But with John it was different, no one could stand him, much less you, besides it was so ironic that a few days ago you two wanted to gouge each other's eyes out and now out of nowhere you were hiding to talk calmly? Weird.

Bob didn't consider himself a jealous person, but seeing the two of you so close made him feel sick, like a rock in his chest. Maybe it was just his insecurities attacking again. Either way, it wasn't something Bob enjoyed, and even though John wasn't his favorite, he had to admit he'd changed a lot and had sometimes been nice to him. But now? Now Walker was on a hit list again.

Thank God you kept looking at Bob, kept talking to him, and kept noticing his presence. But he didn't like these intimate encounters with John. You always joined him simply to talk, but you did it with such solemnity that anyone could have sworn chemistry and sparks were flying between the two of you. Just thinking about it made Bob feel heavier. One day, he was about to cross the hall to go to his room to sleep when, as he turned the corner, he saw you and the US agent sitting on the floor next to each other, talking. Bob quickly hid behind the wall to spy on you and listen. Your voices were low, but in the silence of the night, they could be heard clearly.

You hugged your knees peacefully and being so close to Walker you thought you could hear his heartbeat and his breaths breaking the silence of the night.

"So, you wanted to chat..." John began slowly.

You nodded smiling tiredly

He nodded too, pressing his lips together. "And how have you been feeling lately?"

"Better, thanks" you looked at him smiling wider, thanking him with your eyes for asking "Just... I didn't want to be alone today. I've been thinking about what happened, with a cooler head, you know"

He nodded several times silently, staring at you. You sighed. "It's just... I felt guilty, you know? I know I shouldn't give myself all the credit, but damn, we suck. No matter how hard we try, we always screw up." You laughed sadly.

"Yeah... but, I think the important thing is to keep trying. At least that's what we do so much."

You smiled a little amused "Who would have thought it, for once I agree with you"

He laughed airily, "And I think this is the first time I don't want to tie you up with a rope."

They both laughed, releasing the tension that had built up in their bodies. Their knees accidentally bumped. "You're a good soldier, Walker." He looked at you, surprised, but inviting you to continue talking. "I mean, you just do what you think is right, and you know what? I don't think we're that different in that regard. We've been trained to follow orders, and we just do what we do best, even though sometimes that can be a double-edged sword..."

"So... we have more in common than we thought... how disgusting" he joked

You laughed and punched him in the knee, and John rubbed your back in return. Then you both stood up and said your goodbyes before heading to your rooms. Bob, who was still hiding behind the corner, came out of hiding, having seen and heard everything, and now... he didn't know what to think. He liked the idea that you were allowing yourself to open up and let loose with someone, to feel comfortable. But it hurt him a little that he wasn't that person.

The following days, Bob felt emotionally torn. He kept seeing you chatting with Bucky and John, unable to do anything. Of course, you were also talking to him; it wasn't that you were ignoring him, but Bob wondered why you hadn't approached him like that. Didn't you trust him enough? Now he was the one feeling a little discouraged. He looked at you from afar with wet puppy eyes, sad in the rain, not daring to approach. Sometimes he would even stop in front of your door only to turn away, regretful.

Yelena, who was the one who paid the most attention to him, got tired of seeing these scenes and when she saw him again in front of your door without daring to knock, she decided to get his attention.

"Are you trying to see through the door or what? Because as far as I know, you don't have X-ray vision"

Bob jumped adorable in place, startled. Yelena approached him with her arms crossed. "What are you doing here?"

"Me? Uh, nothing!"

She rolled her eyes "I don't have to be a spy to know that you're terrible at lying, I'll rephrase my question: What's going on between you and y/n?"

Bob sighed, filling his cheeks with air. "I wish I knew... I feel like he's being weird with me."

"Well we're all weird here, you'll have to be more specific"

And Bob began to yapping like never before

"Well, she spends a lot of time with Bucky or John, and, and I don't know, I don't understand why she doesn't get as close to me as she does with them. And I don't want to sound selfish. I know she's been through some rough times. It's just that, God, I wish she knew she could count on me whenever she wanted, and that I really wanted to make her feel good."

Yelena looked at him with a raised eyebrow and he realized that maybe he said too much and blushed "Uh no no not like that, I didn't, I mean.." he stammered nervously

The blonde smiled amusedly and Bob turned even redder. "Calm down, I understand. But like you said, she was just looking for someone to talk to, and Bucky and John have more experience fighting and being in these situations, do you understand?"

He nodded "Bu-but why didn't she at least seek me out for advice? Or just to hang out? She always used to do that.."

Yelena shrugged. "Oh, that. She likes you," she said as if it was no big deal.

Bob almost choked on his saliva.

"I-I'm sorry?"

She rolled her eyes a little impatiently. "Ugh, men. When a girl likes a guy, she usually acts more distant because she feels nervous to be around him. With other guys she doesn't like, she just acts normal because she sees them as friends." She explained slowly, as if she were teaching a kid the ABC.

Bob opened his mouth and nodded slowly in understanding while Yelena grimaced as if to say, "Duh. That's obvious." This left Bob recalculating; with this new information, he wasn't sure what to do.

"Soo, she loves me in that way..."

"Yeaah in THAT way. And now that you know, what will you do about it?"

Bob didn't know. Several days passed, his mind whirring as he tried to come up with a plan. He continued to watch you from afar, but now with a different look, sympathetic but no less nervous. Bob wanted to find the perfect moment to talk to you, but every time you were near, his mind went blank and speechless. Yelena looked at him, raising her eyebrows and opening her arms, silently urging him to dare to do what he'd been procrastinating on. But Bob was shy, especially around you.

One afternoon, you had entered the tower bathroom, and Bob stood outside, keeping his distance, like a curious cat, wanting to know what you were doing in there. While he waited for you to come out, he began fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater. When you came out, you were startled to see him standing there, staring at you like an apparition.

"Oh Jesús! Bob you scared me" you said laughing softly

He laughed nervously. "Do you want to go to the bathroom?" you asked, thinking that was what he was waiting for.

"Uh yeah, yeah," he said hesitantly, not wanting to admit that he was actually anxious to see you out of there so he could talk to you.

You nodded, smiling, and before moving away, he brushed his fingers against your arm. "No, wait! Well, actually... I wanted to talk to you," he said with a slightly worried expression.

"Is something wrong?" you said worriedly.

"No no no it's not that. Ugh I don't know how to start. You see... By chance uhm I've seen you getting really close to John and Bucky, especially Walker and uhm, I just wanted to know why. I mean.. I... I just wanted to let you know that you can count on me too.."

He said this last bit in a slightly sad tone of voice, as if he was hurt by being left out. Your heart softened, and you softly said, "Oh, Bob... trust me, I know I can always count on you. It's just, well, I didn't want to overwhelm you with my things. I know you have enough on your plate trying to deal with your own problems and demons..."

"You could never overwhelm or upset me, quite the opposite, with you I feel safer" Bob said without hesitation

You blushed at such bold and genuine words. It seemed like when he spoke to you, he could be himself and gain confidence. And you felt happy to be the one helping him with that.

"Uh, but that's the only reason?" he asked, and you nodded. "It's just... don't get mad, but Yelena told me- she told me that you, uh, maybe liked me..." he said in a lower voice

Bob shrugged, afraid you might explode in rage or something. You just turned redder and your eyes widened. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Then you clenched your fists and your eyes, sighing.

"Lena, you're dead..."

"You're angry, aren't you?" he said with a painful grimace.

You moved closer to him and placed a hand on his bicep. "Yes, but not with you." You sighed, somewhat embarrassed. "Well... I just didn't want to ruin our friendship, you know."

An awkward silence stretched between the two of you. Neither of you said anything, you just looked at each other. Until you broke it.

"Well now you know... is... is it okay for you?"

He gulped and thought for a few seconds, "It's not a problem for me... only if you want it."

You smiled warmly and moved dangerously close to his face, wrapping your arms around his neck. His eyes widened, then hesitantly closed them and parted his lips slightly, bringing his face closer to yours. You giggled and cupped his cheeks, giving him a tender kiss, dangerously close to one of the corners of his mouth. Bob opened his eyes in confusion as his gaze followed your lips. As you pulled away, you laughed at his confusion.

"Let's go slowly, tiger" you said, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder.

When you walked away, Bob stood there, feeling his heart flutter like a butterfly. Did that mean you two were dating now? Should he take you out on a date? Oh, gee, too much to do. Oh right, and he should also let Yelena know that you'll make her pay for telling Bob your secret.

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layla4567 · 1 day ago

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Aww I really appreciate your kind words, your very welcome ^^

a bit suggestive but not smut, established relationship

Bob Reynolds noticed that you liked to keep one hand on your breast, but not in a sexual way, you just felt comfortable doing it. You could be lying on the couch looking at your cell phone with one hand and the other under your sweatshirt, cupping your breast.

You would even sometimes knead or squeeze your tits through the fabric with one or two hands just out of boredom. And he was a little jealous of that. He wanted to know what it felt like to put his hands on you and feel the soft flesh of your breasts, but it wasn't sexual or kinky. They just looked comfortable.

And now that he thought about it, screw it, Bob was your boyfriend, in theory he was allowed to do that. Anyway, you knew how sweet and polite he was, and at first he always asked permission, but God, sometimes he exaggerated in his shyness, as if he still couldn't believe you were his.

So you would grab his palm and place it on top of your clothed breast, even letting him squeeze you lightly. And when he realized he had every right to touch you, oh boy, he was unstoppable. When he was tired, he would rest his face on your breasts, claiming they were like a soft pillow.

"Sso ssorry lovee~ but they are warmm~" The words slid over his tongue with a tired sigh, stretching the syllables into a satisfied moan.

Other times he would put both hands under your shirt and knead your breasts as if they were sourdough ready to make a delicious bread, while he rested his face on your shoulder and looked at the book you were reading sitting on the couch. And when you were standing up in the elevator, he would be by your side with one hand on the side of your body near your chest, feeling the side of your breast.

You let him do all that because it was fun and you thought it was cute since he never had bad intentions, even when you were sleeping together and a weight on your chest would suddenly wake you up only to find your boyfriend's head between your tits sleeping peacefully.

"Pillows don't talk, honey" He said while gently feeling your chest as if he were adjusting a real pillow.

Your tits served as a pillow or a heater when it was cold and his hands froze. You didn't care; you'd gladly let him keep doing it.

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #female reader #imagine #bob sentry #bob reynolds #bob thunderbolts #robert reynolds #thunderbolts*

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layla4567 · 5 days ago

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Tell me about it

Pairing: Bob!Floyd x Fem!reader

Summary: As a true lover of musical movies, you were excited for the re-release of Grease on the big screen. But you didn't want to go to the drive-in alone, so you invited your friend. A perfect plan to clear the air between the two of you.

Warnings: Pilot/aviator reader, Again, I have no idea what this movie is about, so I apologize to this fandom if anything I wrote is inaccurate (please enjoy my ignorance anyway, lol), cute interactions, pining, fluff, +18, smut, backseat/car sex, p in v, unprotect sex (wraped before you use it), sexual innuendo, What is in italics are Bob's thoughts, suggestive, Bob gets hard but he's still a gentleman, reader teases him a little, He has a hard time taking hints, jerking off, praising, oral (both reciving), slightly dry humping

Mamma Mia, La La Land, The Phantom of the Opera, etc. You had a long list of all the musicals you'd seen, but your favorite was definitely Grease. You loved the vintage '50s/'60s aesthetic—the clothes, the music—everything looked like it came straight out of a magazine.

And everyone at Top Gun knew it. You'd constantly sit and yammer on about how much you adored Sandy or how handsome John Travolta looked in that movie. Sometimes you'd even quietly hum "Summer Nights."

And the person who loved listening to you the most was your friend Bob. Every time you sat down with him, you'd come up with the same old refrain he practically knew by heart, but he never got tired of it. Bob was very patient with you; sometimes you didn't know if he put up with you like the others or if he really liked listening to you talk about your passions. You admitted that sometimes you were a bit tiresome when chatting about the same subject.

Whatever the case, he always supported you and agreed to all your crazy ideas. You often invited him over to your house to watch The Wizard of Oz or Moulin Rouge, and he seemed to have a good time. Well, he was your friend, after all, and if he wasn't comfortable with something, he'd politely tell you. Always.

That day, you were about to leave the conference room when you pulled out your phone to scroll through the news. A post nearly made you jump out of your chair, letting out a strangled gasp. Bob, sitting next to you, whipped his head around, his gaze darting from your phone to your face, a worried frown forming on your face. But little by little, a small smile began to form on your lips until it became a full smile, almost a laugh.

"NO WAY"

You stood up from your chair, and he followed suit. Without taking your eyes off your phone, you jumped up and down, waving your free hand enthusiastically and excitedly.

"What? What's the matter?"

"Grease is going to be re-released at a drive-in theater for its anniversary!!!" you said in a high-pitched voice, squealing with joy like a mouse.

Bob, at your side, relaxed and smiled with relief, looking at you with tenderness, like someone looking at a child.

"That's good news, I guess." He smiled

You looked at him with an offended grimace, you looked so funny and angry that you got a giggle out of him "Just good news? That's excellent news! We have to go there!!"

Bob gulped and blinked, suddenly caught off guard. "We? Uh, I thought you were going alone."

Your disappointed face broke his heart and he felt bad for the answer he gave you so he quickly added "It's not that I don't want to go! B-but I thought this time you wanted to enjoy the movie alone..."

You put your hands on your hips and smiled sweetly at him. "I could never get bored of sharing the movies I like with you."

He smiled blushing and opened his eyes wide when you took his hands "Come on Bob it will be fun, and we can dress up as Sandy and Danny, you have to go, it wouldn't be the same without you"

That confession caught him off guard and quickly, without thinking it through, he nodded several times and said, "Y-yeah, yeah. I'll be there."

You gave a little cry of victory and thanked him with a kiss on the cheek and trotted off. Bob seemed to disarm himself as he watched you go, sighing. Phoenix approached him and put a hand on his shoulder, which startled him.

"You're caught up in this, dude."

The boy with glasses laughed nervously, "I think so… and I'm not sure it's a good idea."

"Oh no no, you can't break your promise now. Besides, if you hurt her, I'll wring your neck myself," she said, smiling as if she hadn't said anything bad.

Bob knew that Phoenix and you were close friends too. His hand shook slightly as he adjusted his glasses while nodding to the woman.

The next day was the weekend, which meant a day off for the pilots, and that day was also the rerun of Grease, which was perfect. You decided to go to the salon to get the curls Sandy wears at the end of the movie, and you also went shopping for shoes identical to the ones she wore. Meanwhile, Bob was at home, staring at himself in the mirror while nervously combing his hair, trying to imitate Travolta's look, but failing in the process.

There were only a few hours left until he was due to pick you up, and he still hadn't even found the right clothes. He decided to take out his cell phone and call Mickey.

"Uh, I think I need your help, buddy"

An hour later, the tanned man parked his car in front of Bob's house. He got out, carrying a hanger of clothes, and knocked on the door. Bob rushed to open it.

"God, you saved my life"

His friend smiled amusedly, noticing that Bob was in a bind he couldn't get out of. "Listen, I brought you a leather jacket of mine and a pair of pants from a friend. Take good care of it or he'll break my neck if it gets damaged," he said, laughing.

After saying goodbye, Bob went back to his room to change. Looking at himself in the mirror again, he felt a little ridiculous, even though the clothes suited him. Patent leather shoes, a white T-shirt, a leather jacket, and black tailored pants. It wasn't his style, but you'd no doubt like it.

You were already waiting at the entrance to your house. Bob was going to pick you up in his car to go to the drive-in. The sun was beginning to set on the horizon and the temperature was starting to drop. You hugged your arms to keep warm while the breeze moved your curls around your face. A few minutes later, a gray car appeared, and your friend got out, looking down at the floor. When he slowly looked up, his eyes sparkled with admiration. There you were, with a big, red-lipped smile, looking at him. Your vintage-style hair made you look like a bombshell, your legs were wrapped in leather leggings, making them stand out, and your off-the-shoulder top exposed your collarbones and silky skin. And if that weren't enough, the light coming from above your house's entrance illuminated your back against the light, making you look like an ethereal angel fresh from heaven.

Bob stood halfway there, his mouth ajar, speechless. His eyes shone like the morning dew, looking at you as if you were someone worthy of being worshipped, but not by just any mortal. He was used to seeing you with your hair tied back and that ugly khaki aviator uniform (though it looked better on you than on anyone else), and now seeing you like this was a huge surprise. But a wonderful one

"Y-y/n.." he sighed totally dazzed

You laughed amusedly, fully aware of his trance. With your best seductive pose, you winked at him. "Tell me about it, stud."

Bob smiled without taking his eyes off you, mesmerized, enthralled, you had dazzled him without even trying. He only reacted when you went down the steps and warmed up from the cold by hugging yourself. He quickly shook his head and took off his jacket like a true gentleman to put it over your shoulders.

"Thank you, you are a charm"

He just blushed at your compliment and looked at you, smiling like a puppy. The pink color rising on his cheeks seemed cute to you, and you felt satisfied that you were the only one who could get that reaction out of him. Now that you were closer, you could get a good look at his outfit: his slicked-back hair, the tight t-shirt that showed off his muscles, and the pants that seemed tailor-made. Simply divine.

"You look very handsome, Bob." You smiled

The pink color on his face turned almost red as he mumbled a thank you. "I mean, and you look... gorgeous too." He was so mesmerized by your beauty that he forgot to say something nice to you. You closed your eyes and turned your face down slightly, trying in vain to hide your blush.

"But... I think you're missing something..."

Bob looked at you in amazement when you took a strand of hair from his forehead with a finger and twisted it around your index finger to curl it, letting it fall near his eyes, perfectly framing his face.

"Now stud, we can go."

You drove several miles until you reached a vacant lot where other cars were parked in front of a large screen resembling a projector, where the movie was about to start. You two got out of the car to go buy popcorn and strawberry milkshakes at a retro diner. Once you paid for your drinks and food, you got into the car, which wasn't a convertible but allowed you to see most of the screen.

The movie had started, and you settled into your seat, getting comfortable while grabbing your strawberry milkshake. Bob had grabbed the bucket of popcorn next to you. He was trying to concentrate on the movie, but having a beauty at his side made it almost mission impossible. He watched you laugh with that big, white-toothed smile as you sipped from the straw. An action as simple as that, but in Bob's mind, it was sinful, the way your lips formed a U to insert the straw and how your tongue slowly poked out to skim the milk foam that had remained on the rim of the glass. He was starting to feel that annoying tickle in his groin.

"Oh no no, not now" he thought

To hide it, he sank further into the seat of his car while catching two or three popcorns in his mouth. You weren't the least bit stupid and you noticed the way he was looking at you out of the corner of your eye. At that moment, you thought you could get a little fun out of all this. Anyway, you'd seen this movie hundreds of times, you were ovulating, and your friend was very handsome, what were you waiting for? Innocently, leaving the milkshake in the cup holder, you moved closer to him. Bob almost shuddered at having you so close and a better view of your cleavage. Hesitantly, he took a few seconds to decide his next move. Should he do it? He put an arm over your shoulder, barely touching you as if you were made of glass, afraid of breaking you.

You had to suppress a smile and decided to go ahead with your plan. You squeezed your legs together, rubbing your thighs together, very aware that his gaze was now focused on that area. Bob cleared his throat slightly.

"Good movie uh?"

"Yeah.."

You said without much interest as you rested your head on his shoulder. You instantly noticed how his body tensed and his alarm bells went off. Bob wasn't sure what to do now, hug you? Say something? Stay still?! Inwardly, you laughed, knowing the internal struggle your friend was having. You waited a few seconds to make him believe that you wouldn't do anything else, and when his body seemed to ease up again, you bit your lip and slid a painfully slow hand up his thigh, bringing it up close to his groin.

JESUS CHRIST

Bob coughed, nearly choking on a piece of popcorn. Your friend's mind seemed to stop at that very moment as his entire body heated up like the sun. His head was in turmoil, trying to keep the blood from rushing to his penis. He tried to think of unpleasant thoughts, but with your hand still on his thigh, it was torturously difficult.

Innocently but with a mischievous glint in your eyes you pretended to drop a popcorn that you had taken from his bucket, as you did so you slid your hand again now down his knee until going down to his calf, giving it as if it weren't enough a squeeze with your fingertips and nails

FUCKFUCKFUCK...Please, DON'T!

Bob had to close his eyes tightly as he clenched his fists and breathed with his mouth half open. Luckily, you were still crouched down so you couldn't see his face twisted in agony. When you stood up, he quickly opened his eyes, looking at you, flushed and with watery eyes from having squeezed them so tightly. You smiled casually, apologizing, and he smiled back, simply saying that everything was fine. But everything was far from fine; now he was breathing heavily and still couldn't stop himself from getting an erection.

Not content with that, you continued teasing him with things like parting your hair to one side to show your collarbones or grabbing a little whipped cream from your milkshake with your finger and sucking it in an almost pornographic way. You were trying every way to get him hard, and you were succeeding. But Bob didn't want to make you uncomfortable, so when he started to feel his member growing, he quickly placed the popcorn bucket between his legs, hiding his embarrassment.

"Everything alright?" you asked breaking the silence

"Yeah..." he exhaled nervously

You looked at the bucket of popcorn he was holding between his legs and bit your lip, mischievous and amused. You made a gesture to grab the bucket.

"Let me hold it for you, I'll put it in the middle of the seat.."

"NO!"

Bob's shrill voice, two octaves higher, surprised you. He realized he'd raised his voice more than he should have and turned red, gripping the bucket tighter until his knuckles turned white. God, he realized he was acting weird, but he couldn't help it. The worst part was that you weren't doing anything wrong, but his dirty mind was betraying him. You just wanted to hang out with him and watch the movie. At least that's what he thought. He cleared his throat nervously, trying not to babble.

"I'm sorry, I prefer to have it close to me..."

Damn it, can't you at least make up an excuse?

With a suspicious look you asked him, "And may I know why?"

Done, you're screwed

Bob swallowed loudly, his lower lip slightly trembling, his mouth half-open to say something, but not a sound came out. He didn't even dare look at you, avoiding your gaze whenever he could.

"Bob?... Look at me..." you said in a slow and sweet voice

He closed his eyes and bit his lip, feeling caught in the act. He was tempted to look away, but when you spoke to him like that, he felt like he was going to melt. Slowly and embarrassedly, he turned his head to look at you.

"What's under the bucket Bob?"

He already catch you out, idiot!

He opened his eyes and quickly replied "N-Nothing!!

You suppressed a smile; you knew exactly what was wrong with your friend. You waited a few seconds and, as agile as a cat, you snatched the popcorn bucket away from him. When you pulled away, you noticed a bulge pressed through the thin fabric of his pants, wanting to escape and a dark, wet stain was spreading. Bob, mortally embarrassed, twitched his face and covered his eyes with one hand, hoping the earth would swallow him up. You definitely wouldn't want to go near him or speak to him again.

"Oh... wow.."

He groaned in embarrassment at your reaction. "I know, I know. Shit, I'm so sorry.."

"Finally..."

Bob uncovered his face and turned to look at you so quickly that he almost broke his neck. "W-wait, what?"

You covered your mouth to laugh. "Sorry Bob, but I've been trying to get you hard for a while."

Bob's expression of confusion was indescribable; his brain seemed to short-circuit. You started laughing even louder, unable to stop yourself. Although he didn't find it funny, your laughter was contagious.

"I'm afraid I don't understand... so you were doing it on purpose?"

You gave him a look as if to say, "Come on Bob, don't be so naive."

"Oh Bob, Of course I was doing it on purpose"

"B-but why?"

You moved even closer to him, almost putting your knees on his thighs. He gasped at the gesture. You placed your hands on his shoulders, resting your weight lightly on him.

"I don't know, maybe you look very handsome today, or maybe you've always been. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"N-n-noo"

You smiled. "Well, I'll fix that. I'll remind you all night." You looked down to see his bulge trapped in the fabric. "Mmh, it looks painful. Do you want me to help you with that?" You asked innocently, doe-eyed.

WHAT-

Bob felt like he was in a dream, in a fog. None of this was happening; it couldn't be real... or could it? Were you really suggesting you help him with his erection? Bob shook his head several times.

"Uh no, no you don't have to-"

"Please~... let me, I want to"

Your silky voice was starting to do things to him. You ran your red-nailed finger along his jaw, caressing it, while you stared at his lips. You placed your hands on his zipper, pausing to look at him, as if asking for permission. He nodded vigorously. You pulled the zipper down with precision, quickly pulled down the elastic of his boxers as well, and there he was. Pink, veiny, and throbbing, with a bit of precum at the tip, dripping.

"How beauty"

With every word and compliment, his cock seemed to weep more, releasing its liquid. You wrapped a hand around his shaft, and Bob moaned helplessly. You began sliding your hand up and down, spreading the precum as lubricant to increase the speed. The brunette felt in seventh heaven, closing his eyes to feel everything with more pleasure and depth. When you ran your thumb over his slit, his hips involuntarily contracted upwards.

"F-fuck! Ssorry.."

But his pelvis wanted to keep pounding the air.

"Don't hold back, darling, keep going."

Bob threw his head back, and you bent down, opening your mouth and beginning to suck on his member. When he felt your velvety lips on his cock, his eyes widened and he let out a breathy moan. Your mouth worked with precision as your tongue ran over his tip, massaging it. Bob placed his hand in your hair, holding on lightly like an anchor, but not pushing, just wanting to make sure you wouldn't slip away.

"God!, fuckfuck, don't s-stop..please~"

Your lips moved up and down his twitching cock as you felt Bob's hips shudder. When you sensed he was close, from the way his thighs shook and his pelvis became erratic, you began to suck faster.

"Shitshitshit, i i-think m' gonna c-cum, fuck"

And a few seconds after saying that, you felt your mouth fill with a slightly salty, warm liquid. You swallowed it all, not leaving a drop. You stood up slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, smearing it with lipstick that had already run from your face. You noticed that his dick also had red kiss marks from your lipstick; it looked like a work of art.

All the while, Bob was breathing with his mouth open, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. His face was slightly sweaty, and his glasses were slipping down the bridge of his nose. He looked at you, his gaze slightly lost and cloudy.

"So? It was good?" You asked

If it was good? Hell yeah

"It was more than good..." he sighed

"Perfect, because we are not finished yet"

You straddled his lap, placing your hands on his face and beginning to kiss him. He gasped into your mouth in surprise, but soon learned the rhythm. A fiery, open-mouthed kiss with tongues swirling. You even allowed yourself to gently bite his lower lip, and he moaned in pleasure. His hands traveled down your back, caressing your skin beneath your top. His calloused but warm hands were beginning to soak your underwear and make your core throb. Unable to contain yourself, you began to rub your crotch against his cock, which was getting hard again. You wanted to feel him inside you.

His hands on your waist guided your movements like a wave, but they didn't seem to be enough for how needy the two of you were. Bob moaned against your lips and moved away just a few inches from your mouth.

"Wait, wait, not like that. In the backseat. I-I want to make you feel good too."

You nodded, pressing your forehead against his, "please..."

He gently held your waist with a firm but gentle hand and guided you to the back seat, careful not to hit your head on the roof of the car. You tried to squeeze into the narrow space as you spread your legs and Bob knelt between them. His hands traveled anxiously to your leggings, but he stopped to look at you.

"Are you sure? I don't have..-"

You nodded anxiously. "I am, I am on pill. Besides, you don't have to ask permission."

He began to pull down the elastic, and you helped him pull down your panties as well, revealing your wet, throbbing pussy. Bob's mouth was almost watering. Without wasting any time, he began kissing your inner thighs, lovingly caressing them. He wanted to take his time, making you feel as good as you had felt for him. His hot, wet kisses blended beautifully with your warm skin. Bob kissed your mons pubis, his lips moving down to suck on your clit and run his tongue over your sticky folds. Your chest began to rise with each sharp breath as you let out high-pitched whimpers. His tongue darted up and down like he was sucking on ice cream, skillfully lapping up every drop of your juices. You gripped his hair tightly as you lifted your hips, moaning his name. He hummed against your core as his thumbs traced circles on the soft flesh of your thighs.

"B-Bob I'm, I-I'm gonna ngh"

He looked up at you, a string of drool connected to your pussy. "I know, babe, let it go"

With a spasm and an arched back, you let out a cry as you reached your high. A warm, sticky liquid stained Bob's chin and lips, which he licked. He stood up to look at you. You looked divine, your eyes half-closed and your skin glistening with sweat.

"Are you okay? Do you want to stop now?"

With one hand you stroked his hair and placed it on the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer. "Bob, I need your pretty cock inside me now."

He blushed and stammered a "sure thing." He gently helped you lie down on the seat again and climbed on top of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he aligned himself.

"Just tell me if its hurt, I'll start slow"

You nodded, and when you felt the tip enter, you opened your mouth in a nearly silent gasp, frowning. Bob stopped a little, panicking.

"You ok?" He asked worried

"Yes, it was just a scare"

My God, you didn't think I was that thick. Bob started with soft, slow thrusts that made your eyes roll back. Your walls coiled around him perfectly. His pelvis slamming gently and slowly against you made you see stars. Soft moans came from your mouth like prayers that grew louder.

"Keep going like that please don't stop" you said between a whimper

He obeyed, his hands firm on your hips, accompanying the rocking motion and helping you match the rhythm with your body despite the narrow space. Bob concentrated on not cumming too early, but your sounds and your pretty face, slightly twisted into a raised frown and half-open mouth, made it difficult. Fuck, you looked so cute just like that, you looked so pure and yet so filthy at the same time.

He leaned closer to you to capture your hand and intertwine it above your head while the other remained on your hip. In this new position, the tip of his cock touched your G-spot, making you clench around him. Bob felt it and groaned, a moan trapped in his throat like a bubble about to burst. He increased the speed of his thrusts, but not the force, since he didn't want to hurt you. Your free hand scratched his clothed back, and even then, he could feel the burning of your skin, probably marked by the marks you had been rubbing against your nails. This made him release the moan he'd been holding back, like a cry.

"Pleasepleaseplease like that!" You moaned

He filled you completely, almost working for you. You breathed heavily because you knew you were about to cum. Bob, who also wanted to chase his own orgasm, began to thrust into you sloppily, messily, and uncontrollably. When he felt your climax on his cock, he couldn't hold back and came immediately, staining your thighs. He didn't want to finish inside you even though you were on birth control, so he pulled out as quickly as he could, his semen spilling onto the seat and his pants. When you felt him come out, you moaned plaintively; you were still sensitive.

"Fuck I'm sorry" he said panting, seeing the sticky hot mess everywhere.

He gently helped you sit down and straightened your clothes and the sweaty hair that was sticking to your neck and face. You both sat on the wet patch next to each other while you waited for your breathing to regulate. Once you were calm and back to normal, Bob said

"Wow, I still can't believe that just happened..."

"Did it bother you?"

He quickly corrected himself, "No, no! Not at all! I didn't mean it like that, it's just that... I was just wondering... why me?"

And for the first time that night you dared to say what was in your heart, with the most genuine sincerity, not lust, just... affection.

"Why? You really don't know? Bob, you're the most sensitive and compassionate pilot in Top Gun, and I mean that in the best way possible. And not just Top Gun. You're a wonderful person inside and out. You're kind to everyone, patient, and you listen without judgment. You're always there, attentive, observing, ready to help anyone who needs it. You have no idea how lucky you are to be the way you are. Girls like that in a man. They're not looking for ripped men with empty brains. We like what's inside, not what's outside."

Bob listened to you attentively, holding his breath, not wanting to disturb the serenity of your words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and that you were the one saying those things that touched him to the core. When you finished speaking, he could see the warmth in your eyes. He sighed, weighing your words, not knowing what to say or how to respond to that. Although you knew he didn't need to say anything, you simply spoke from the bottom of your heart.

"I... I just.. thanks. I mean really, thank you"

And hidden in that gratitude was the satisfaction of knowing he felt seen. Now Bob knew he wasn't invisible, because someone had noticed him. He smiled at you and after a few minutes, he looked at his pants; they were stained with semen, wet, and sticking to the fabric. Suddenly he remembered what FanBoy had told him about that piece of clothing.

"Oh fuck I'm screwed..."

Now Mickey's friend would kill him, and then FanBoy would kill Bob. You looked at him, confused but smiling.

"These pants were borrowed..."

You looked down at his groin and then started laughing out loud, he imitated you, what was done was done anyway.

Two days later when you returned to the military base and you two were chatting with your friends, Phoenix asked

"So? was the movie good?"

You stifled a giggle and simply replied, "Oh, it was sooo good, very... exciting."

Bob was drinking a bottle of water next to you, and when he heard you, he spat out the contents, almost choking. Rooster patted him on the back to make him cough.

"Slow down buddy, learn to drink, geez"

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layla4567 · 6 days ago

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a bit suggestive but not smut, established relationship

"Sso ssorry lovee~ but they are warmm~" The words slid over his tongue with a tired sigh, stretching the syllables into a satisfied moan.

"Pillows don't talk, honey" He said while gently feeling your chest as if he were adjusting a real pillow.

Your tits served as a pillow or a heater when it was cold and his hands froze. You didn't care; you'd gladly let him keep doing it.

#divider by cafekitsune #bob reynolds #bob thunderbolts #sentry #the sentry #the void #thunderbolts*#thunderbolts #new avengers #fluff #established relationship #robert bob reynolds #y/n #bob reynolds x reader #fem reader #bob reynolds x fem!reader

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layla4567 · 7 days ago

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I strongly support the motion 👆

Someone should write reader getting cuteness aggression from bob/sentry/void cause bro look at this cute patootie

!!!

#sentry x reader #bob reynolds x reader #bob reynolds headcanon #robert reynolds x reader #bob reynolds #cutie pie #cuteness aggression #thunderbolts x reader

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layla4567 · 8 days ago

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Vibing with you

Pairing: Bob reynolds x GN!reader

Summary: You love to dance and listen to music, you give little concerts in the kitchen and Bob loves to watch them. Or You invite Bob to dance with you as if no one was watching.

It was very common for you to turn on the radio while you were cooking, sometimes the tower was silent and boring and you wanted to brighten the atmosphere.

And when the first musical notes were heard, the whole team knew what was coming. It all started with a gentle sway of the hips, a slight movement of the feet, perhaps. And then it all escalated into furious headbanging and jumping from side to side. No one could stop you.

You always chose the most upbeat, danceable music that made you jump and laugh with joy. And every time a member of the team walked into the kitchen, they would find that scene: you with a spatula in your hand, using it as a microphone, while some eggs were frying in the pan, almost burning.

Sometimes the music was so loud you were forced to wear headphones. Did that change anything? Of course not. You kept singing along at the top of your lungs and cheering like crazy while jumping up and down like you were in a cheerleading club.

It was funny, while on missions you were silent and stealthy, when you listened to music you were a different person, so free and wild. But the one who never got tired of watching you was Bob. He could stand or sit near you for hours just watching you move your whole body to the beat of the music with a big smile on your face that was truly contagious, because when you laughed, he did too.

Even when the food came out a little overcooked because we didn't pay enough attention while you were dancing, Bob never complained. Seeing you at your most authentic and genuine made up for it. And today would be no different.

At the same time as always, you turned on the radio to listen to your favorite music program and started boiling water for pasta. You let the music gently fill the room while you hummed casually, stirring the pot to the beat. Bob, who had already been listening to the radio, arrived quickly so he wouldn't miss the show.

"Oh Hi Bob! Sit down if you want, dinner isn't ready yet" you said smiling, waving at him

He complied with a giant smile, fixing his eyes on you, not wanting to miss a thing. As you added salt to the water, you slowly turned up the volume, smiling in amusement as you shook your head from side to side. You returned to the stove to continue stirring and add more noodles. Your hips shook from side to side, and your legs flexed, giving small jumps.

Bob leaned an elbow on the table and his chin in his hand, looking at you amused. Now, the show had begun. You hummed louder as you threw the bag of noodles into the water, with such force that you knocked some of them to the floor, laughing happily like a child playing a trick. Spinning around in place, you grabbed the wooden spoon and brought it to your mouth, pretending it was a microphone, singing heartily.

You shook your head and moved your feet, smiling and shouting as the water slowly began to bubble. You were unwittingly putting on a performance for Bob, who sat there staring at you as if you were the most dazzling and wonderful being. Suddenly, with your spoon-microphone in one hand, you pointed at Bob with the other and gestured for him to come closer.

"Oh no no, I'm fine here" he said laughing and raising his hands

You wrinkled your nose and reached over to take his hands and lift him out of his chair. He shyly followed you, smiling dazedly. You guided him with your hands so he'd keep up with you.

"Come on, let yourself go, just follow the music."

You jumped around, dancing, and he looked at you in admiration; you made it look so easy. But little by little, he began to move from side to side hesitantly, not quite sure what he was doing. Bob followed you, waving and clapping, simply following you, less and less uncertain.

"That's it, you got it!"

They both started dancing with more heart, without following any choreography, just moving their bodies happily while laughing nonstop at some clumsy moves, but at least they were having fun. And that was the idea, to dance carefree without anyone seeing. You twirled around in place laughing hard, and Bob looked at you, feeling happy and, for the first time in a long time, relaxed.

Maybe to others, you two looked silly and ridiculous, but you were having a great time. Bob twirled you around, and you twirled him around. You were so absorbed in it that you didn't notice the water was boiling and about to spill over. Bob, who could see the pot from his field of vision, hurriedly pointed at it.

"Watch out, the water is overflowing!"

You turned around quickly just as the hot water was spilling and falling to the floor in a foamy foam. The two of you were shouting and rushing to clean up the mess, but amidst all the chaos, you both couldn't stop laughing at your blunder. You quickly cleaned up, and he helped you finish cooking.

When you called everyone to the table for dinner you noticed that the team was looking at you two, holding back their laughter. You asked them confused what it was due to

"You knew there were cameras in the tower, right? We saw it all" Yelena said smiling

Well, it seems you weren't the only one having fun in the tower. At least your joy was contagious, that's for sure.

#domestic fluff #fluff #marvel mcu #mcu #x reader #imagine #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #bob reynolds #bob thunderbolts #bob sentry #bob reynolds x reader #gn reader #fluff fluff fluff #avengers tower

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layla4567 · 12 days ago

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I'm really glad you like it 🥹✨️

Wrapped around your finger

pairing: Bob!Floyd x Fem!reader

fandom: Top gun Maverick

summary: You and Bob had known each other since kindergarten and elementary school, friends since early childhood. When you least expected it, time and fate brought you back together.

warning: fluff, friends to lovers, cheesy love, mention of child Bob and child reader, mention that the reader was a stutterer as a child (Sorry if this isn't an accurate representation of people who stutter, I wrote it with no intention of offending anyone), slightly mention of bullying, Jake being a dick, beta read, first time writing for this fandom, a slightly specific description about the reader's body, swearing

Bob Floyd, that reserved and introverted child who stuck to you like gum during recess. The shy guy with glasses and you the stuttering girl with braces were the perfect targets for bullying and teasing. Maybe that's why they became so close; they shared the same misfortune but still supported each other.

"We floated together"

That was your motto.

a secret pact you made one afternoon in a park while playing on the swings, where you both promised to stay till the end of the line. You were so happy to have Bob by your side. He helped you with your homework and shared his lunch with you. And he was also so lucky that you were his friend, his only friend, really. You comforted him when he was sad. Sometimes, you even plucked up your courage and tried to defend him against his unfair classmates, like that time...

You had just left the bathroom and headed to the schoolyard looking for Bob to play hide-and-seek when you saw a group of older children gathered in a circle. You noticed a younger boy in the center of the circle. It was Bob.

The other kids circled your poor friend like carrion vultures. The closer you got, the more you could hear what those bullies were saying.

"Come on, four eyes, catch it if you can," laughed a blond boy as he held up your friend's glasses.

Bob tried to jump up and grab his glasses from his hands, but the boy was much taller. You watched with pity as your friend became desperate and on the verge of tears, while the others pushed him further into the center of the circle and made mocking gestures.

With your fists clenched and your heart racing, you ran towards them, eager to stop them.

"Hey!!"

Everyone turned to look at you, even Bob, although he had to squint because he couldn't really notice your figure, but he recognized you by your voice. The blond boy who had grabbed your friend's glasses got dangerously close to you.

"Look at Bob's savior," he turned to look at him. "Bobby is going to let a girl save him? Is he that cowardly and weak?" He laughed loudly, followed by his companions.

"L-le-let h-him g-g-go" you said nervously

That boy saw you again and imitated your condition with mockery and malice "Bu-bu-but what if I don't want to? What will you do? Cry? You don't even know how to speak well."

You felt your eyes start to water, but you gritted your teeth, holding them back. You wiped your eyes with your uniform sleeve and closed the distance between you and him, ready to get Bob out of the crowd. But you couldn't get too close because the bully grabbed you tightly by the arms and held you in place with an arm around your neck. Scared, Bob tried to go to your aid, but another kid pushed him away.

"You can't escape now, you toothy piece of junk" the blonde child said to you

But you'd already reached your limit. You opened your mouth and bit down hard on his hand, eliciting a squeal of pain from him. The wire from your braces had dug into his skin, causing him to bleed slightly. He immediately let you go, growling and squeezing his hand. In that moment of distraction, the bully's friends had let their guard down and were no longer paying attention to Bob. You took advantage of that.

"R-RUN BOB!!"

You quickly grabbed your friend's glasses from the ground and gave them to him as he ran past you. It took the other kids a few seconds to react, but screaming furiously, they chased him at full speed. You watched them from a distance, hoping with all your might that Bob would lose sight of them. You stared until they were just a blur on the horizon.

A few hours later, when all the students were supposed to return to class, the teacher asked you to look for Bob since he was nowhere to be seen. After scouring the entire playground, you found him sitting behind a bush, clutching his knees. He was shaking all over, and his glasses were crooked and fogged up with tears. You crouched down next to him and, without saying anything, hugged him. You felt the tears on your shoulder, and you let them flow.

"..Thanks..." he said softly

When you returned to the classroom, Bob still felt a little in shock from the adrenaline, so you sat with him throughout the class, not caring if the others made fun of them as a couple of lovebirds. You held his hand the whole time with a smile that he returned, more relaxed.

Years later, you unfortunately had to move, which would mean going to different high schools and separating from your youngest friend. Of course, you could still keep in touch through emails or arrange to meet up somewhere nearby since you weren't leaving the country, but it still wouldn't be the same. Deep down, you knew that with so much homework, you wouldn't be able to be as close as before. You remember that day like it was yesterday. Bob came to your house to say goodbye. Before you got into the moving truck, you hugged him tightly while crying uncontrollably. Even your mother had to pull on your arm because you had clung to him like a tick. As you climbed into the back of the truck, they had left the door open so you could see your friend as you left. As you waved, Bob watched the truck drive away with a sad expression, the corners of his lips turned down.

But back to the present, life has smiled on you despite everything. You finished high school with honors and had earned a training certificate. It's true that you never heard from your childhood friend again, but that's how life was; everyone went their separate ways and continued with their lives as best they could. You had also recently landed a job as a military trainer at the famous Top Gun, where the aviators trained.

You were happy for this opportunity; you had worked hard for it and hoped it would become your new stable job. Upon arriving, Captain Maverick greeted you with a handshake and a smile.

"Miss Y/L, right? Welcome to the military aviation headquarters. I hope you feel at home."

"Thank you very much, sir. It's an honor to be part of this."

"I trust you won't disappoint us, but please come and see the facilities."

The man guided you on a tour of the entire place from the training rooms to the bathrooms.

"Now a pilot will come to show you where you will work" and then he gave you a file with papers "these are your schedules and the list of all the Top Gun pilots"

You were about to look at the list curiously when Maverick's voice interrupted you. "Ah just in time, Y/n, he'll guide you to the training room."

The man's finger was pointing at someone behind you, and when you turned around, you saw a fairly tall, blond man with a white-toothed smile approaching the two of you. You didn't know why his face seemed familiar until he was close enough for something in your mind to click. But of course, that man was the damn bully who tormented Bob throughout your childhood. The same smile, the nose, even that way of walking, so haughty and pretentious. You couldn't help but wrinkle your nose slightly at the memory.

Maverick made the introductions for you "Y/N this is Jake Seresin, Jake she is the new coach Y/n Y/L"

The blond man, upon hearing your first and last name, blinked for a few seconds, staring at you fixedly but not really paying attention, as if his mind were wandering among the sea of memories and its mysterious and treacherous waves. Suddenly, something in him flinched, and now he looked at you with a wide smile. He had recognized you.

"Wait.. is that you? Y/n? From elementary school?"

You nodded uncomfortably, pressing your lips into a forced smile. Jake laughed delightedly.

"Wow I almost don't recognize you, you've changed a lot" and whistling he ran his eyes up and down your silhouette like a piece of meat at a deli "I remember when you had braces and now... wow, how time flies"

"Uh, I see you already knew each other..." your boss interrupted, confused.

Jake and you looked at him nodding, he smiled while you made a face that was meant to be friendly

"In that case, you'll have a lot to talk about, I'll leave you alone."

"Uh not really...-"

"Yes, thank you captain, see you later!"

They both spoke in unison, but Jake's voice sounded a little louder and above yours. When Maverick left, the blond pulled you towards him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You stiffened at his touch, wanting to have him as far away from you as possible.

"So, I hope you don't hold a grudge against me, you know, we were immature children, but let's not talk about the past, tell me, what brought you here?"

With some discomfort, you told him about your studies and your life, and he didn't mind brazenly strutting about himself. Despite the years, you noticed that he was still the same narcissistic and annoying person he had been as a child. The worst part was that you realized that now he conveniently tried to flirt with you or make advances. Of course, he had thought that without braces and without stuttering, you looked prettier. Poor fool, he only saw beauty in superficiality.

"You know, they call me Hangman here. We all have code names. Maybe you'll even have your own in time. What do you think of "Doll"?"

Hangman. Pfft, that name was well placed

Thankfully, they reached the large room where the other pilots would soon be training. There were several mats stacked side by side and several punching bags.

"Well, we're here. This is where testosterone is abundant, girl. You're not scared of seeing naked, sweaty torsos, are you?" he said, laughing flirtatiously, with one arm strategically placed on a table, which made his biceps stand out.

You simply rolled your eyes and decided to look at the list once and for all. There were several men and women alike. Bradley, Penelope, Mickey. Your gaze quickly went down each name without really showing interest. Until a single male name froze your blood. Near the end of the list, it read: Robert "Bob" Floyd. Your hands clenched the notebook until your knuckles turned white. Bob. My God, your childhood best friend worked there?! You swallowed loudly, unable to organize your thoughts or emotions. Jake, seeing you in that state, approached you, looking at the paper in your hands, and read the name that had impacted you so much.

"Oh yeah... the little Bob. The world is a small place, don't you think?" He snorted in a laugh

Your hand trembled slightly as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You had so many questions. What had become of his life? Had it changed much? Did he still remember you? The blond man exclaimed, as if he'd read your mind.

"You wouldn't believe how much Bob is still the same, as shy as ever. At least he changed the frame of his glasses"

Pretending you didn't care that much, you casually asked, "So, uhm, how is he? I mean, is he a good pilot?"

He looked at you raising an eyebrow and smiling "Well yeah, everyone says he's the best actually. But I still think he's still green"

Before you could ask anything else, a cacophony of voices and laughter filled the entrance to the room as a platoon of men almost pushed their way in. Your gaze quickly scanned the group, searching for him until you saw him in the back row, a little apart from the rest but with his back straight. The men didn't seem to have noticed your presence, so you cleared your throat loudly. In that instant, everything went silent, and you felt like dozens of eyes were turning to look at you.

You suddenly felt self-conscious but you tried hard to make your voice clear and crisp. "Hi... uh, I don't know if Maverick has already told you, but I'll be your new coach, I'm..."

All those faces made you nervous so Jake said for you "Y/n, this is y/n y/l"

"Yeah, that. Thank you"

He winked at you. Looking at all the pilots, you noticed that Floyd had sat up even more and his eyes widened. Memories of that stuttering girl who used to defend him when he needed it most, his best friend, flooded his mind. The girl he'd slowly and without thinking about it had fallen madly in love with. And how could he not? She was the only woman in his life who paid attention to him and cared for him, aside from his mother, of course.

And now he saw her standing there in front of him, working at Top Gun as a trainer. She looked so different, yet so the same. He had always thought of her as beautiful, but now her figure looked toned, and something about her exuded greater confidence and assurance. Ah, but those eyes, which saw everything with delicacy, were still the same. Even without the braces, her smile still spread joy every time he saw her.

"Okay, let's start with some little warm-ups." Your voice brought him out of his thoughts

One by one, you approached the pilots to check that they were doing the exercises correctly. As you passed your friend who was doing push-ups, you greeted him sweetly.

"Hi Bob"

He looked at your shoes and then looked up to meet your warm eyes and your honest smile that almost made him dizzy, you were truly stunning but not just on the outside

"Oh h-hi!"

Without saying anything else you continued passing in front of the others, controlling them while the companions next to Bob looked at him with curiosity as if asking for explanations, he blushed and said nothing, he simply continued doing push-ups

After class, everyone grabbed towels to dry off their sweat before heading to the showers. They looked tired, but they still waited in line for you to say goodbye.

"You did very well, I'll see you tomorrow at the same time, okay?"

Everyone felt and headed to the locker room, talking loudly. Before everyone left, you approached Bob, touching his exposed bicep. He quickly turned to look at you.

"Hey, I'd like to talk to you later, can I?"

He nodded several times with a polite smile "Of course"

While you waited for Bob outside the training room, you tried to rehearse in your head what you were going to say. You didn't know how to start; you didn't want everything to become awkward. He was your damn best friend, but so many years had passed that you felt the conversation wouldn't flow. Would it still feel the same despite all this time? You didn't have time to think about anything else because your friend was coming out of the locker room in his khaki uniform. It fit him like a glove, and his slicked-back hair looked good on him. Even those aviator sunglasses were more attractive than the black-framed ones he used to wear when he was ten.

He walked toward you with a slow but steady step, his face kind and a shy but tender smile on his lips. As he stood in front of you, you noticed he was a head taller than you.

"It's funny, it seems the roles have been reversed. Now you're taller than me" you laughed as you stood on your tiptoes and raised an arm measuring both of their heads.

He laughed amusedly remembering how as children you were the one who was a few centimeters taller than him.

"It's been a while, huh?" He said softly as always

"yeah..." you said with a tone of nostalgia and melancholy

"But tell me what you wanted to talk about."

"Well, I just wanted to know what's going on with you. I've missed you, you know?"

You couldn't help but say it sweetly and lovingly, and he noticed, but honestly, he had missed you so much too.

"Me too, actually"

And so they continued talking, he told you things about his life since they separated until now. And it was as if time had never passed. They began to reminisce about funny anecdotes and laughed heartily, feeling the tension ease. Your laughter was always therapeutic for Bob, so joyful and resounding. He stared at you for a few seconds longer than he should have, wanting to treasure that moment forever. God, he'd missed you so much, more than he'd like to admit.

"Speaking of old times... Jake, uh?"

"Oh yeah...him" Bob's smile faded a little

You noticed that the man still made your friend a little uncomfortable. You took his hand and immediately felt it warm up.

"Listen, they say people change, but I don't think that applies to him. If he ever bothers you, I'm here for you. We floated together, remember?"

A pretty pink blush crept up her cheeks. "You haven't forgotten." He smiled.

You laughed in surprise. "How could I forget? Some things don't change..." you finished sweetly.

Unable to say anything, he simply nodded, still staring at you. Yes, you were still the same sweet, helpful girl, and he was thankful for that. He didn't know who he should thank for bringing you into his life. Speechless and completely hooked on you, Bob watched you walk down the hall. The days ahead will definitely be interesting if you're there with him.

* * * *

Your life at Top Gun had already become a pleasant routine; you practically lived there. You entered the training room at the same time, and after a few hours of training the pilots, you said goodbye with a smile, hoping to see them again. And as expected, you and Bob grew closer. Every time he trained on the punching bag, you approached him with the excuse of correcting his position, even though he was actually doing well. And when everyone left the room, you held him a little longer, hoping to continue chatting. Even when everyone else went out to fly, you would sneak away to see him alone, even though it wasn't your work schedule. You watched him soar through the sky with your heart in your hand, wishing him luck in a whisper that drifted off into the wind.

Bob's colleagues weren't blind or stupid; they had clearly realized that the trainer and he had known each other before. Often in the lecture hall where they learned about aircraft components, the other aviators would approach him with their chairs and surround him with questions, hoping for an answer.

"So? What are you and the sexy trainer up to?"

"Come on Bob, don't leave us hanging!"

"I bet you've already kissed more than three times in the bathroom"

Bob didn't say anything, just babbled and blushed up to his ears, although deep down he liked the idea that they thought there was something going on between you and him. Jake wasn't so happy. Envious as he always was, now that he saw you closer to Bob, he bothered him more than before. He had just approached the group to sarcastically mock them.

"Kissing? C'mon guys, we know that Bob has never touched a woman in his life, right Bobby?"

He looked at him, his jaw clenched, but said nothing. The teasing continued and only increased over the days. Bob was now an adult, but his introversion prevented him from defending himself properly; he simply contented himself with ignoring him maturely or responding with any banal response. The less attention he paid to him, the faster he would lose interest. Unfortunately, he was wrong.

The final straw had been one afternoon in the training room. You had been delayed a few minutes when everyone else was already there. They were waiting for you, trying to kill time by chatting. When Jake brought up a topic Bob didn't want to talk about.

"Hey Rooster, did you know Bob went to the same elementary school as me?" he said loudly, allowing everyone to understand. Bob was simply concentrating on tying his sneakers.

"You mentioned it at least a hundred times..." Rooster sighed without interest.

"Oh yeah? and did I also mention that y/n were friends and in the same class?"

Bob's jaw tightened as everyone now turned to pay attention to Hangman, the only one who still didn't want to look at him was Floyd.

"Well now you know where they met, the sad thing about this whole story is that so many years have passed and Bob still hasn't confessed to her" he said mockingly.

Bob clenched his fists and frowned as he walked over to the mat and sat down to stretch. Meanwhile, Hangman continued to mock him mercilessly.

"I'm not really surprised. Has Bob ever told us about a girlfriend from his past? I bet he's still a virgin."

"Okay Jake, we understand, shut up now," said FranBoy, tired of hearing him

"Why? I'm just telling the truth. And you know what else I'll tell you? That y/n is going to run at my feet, I already have her in the bag" he laughed narcissistically

Hearing your name, Bob pricked up his ears.

"Although poor thing, she was so ugly when she was little, with those braces and that stutter..-"

That's it. Something in Bob ignited. He jumped up from the mat and approached Hangman, visibly irritated. "Stop it, don't talk about her like that. You want to upset me? Fine, do it. But leave her out of this."

Bob rarely got angry enough to explode, and this was one of them. The satisfaction of having angered him was evident on Jake's face. He approached Bob until he was face to face, towering over him by a few inches, which made him seem even more intimidating. However, Floyd wasn't easily intimidated, not anymore.

"Or what?" Jake laughed, remembering something. "This reminds me so much of our elementary school days, when you used to run scared next to the teacher. Where will you run now, Bobby?"

Bob's jaw tightened as he brought his face closer to him. "Nowhere."

The tension was palpable in the air, enough to cut it with a knife. His friends were all around, alert to any false move, ready to defend him. Hangman noticed that Bob was letting his guard down and getting angrier when he talked about you, so he decided to attack from that angle.

"Speaking of Y/N, I wonder why she hasn't slept with you yet? She seems a bit slut-".

Before he could finish his sentence, Hangman received a strong push that almost made him fall backward. Bob's face was red with rage and his glasses were slightly crooked from the impact. The others ran to stop them just as Jake lunged at him again like a wild dog. Before the fight escalated, they managed to calm them down, just as you walked through the door.

"Sorry for being late, too much trafic!-... Is everything ok?"

Your cheerful voice faded slightly as you saw everyone's serious looks and Bob and Jake's slightly excited looks. A slight suspicion formed in your mind.

"Yeah we are all good" Rooster said

But you noticed how Hangman and your friend glared at each other. You stared at Bob as if you wanted to make sure everything was really okay, but he avoided your gaze, staring at the floor. You decided you'd fix this, your way.

"Alright, we'll start with push-ups adding weight, yeah?"

Everyone was already in position, waiting for your orders. You paced up and down like a soldier, analyzing their reactions, and finally said, "We'll do the following: one by one, I'll sit on your backs and you'll do a series of 10 push-ups." Everyone attended, smiling, overconfident.

"I see that it seems easy to you, I warn you that I am not as fragile as I look" you said with a giggle

The test began, one by one you sat like a Buddha on the pilots' backs and they soon discovered that your small body was heavy-boned, your toned muscles from so much training had gained weight and more than one could not complete the ten repetitions. When you sat on Bob's back you could feel how flushed and slightly nervous he was but you were very delicate and kind with him.

"Very good Bob, keep going. Just two more push-ups"

He'd done it perfectly. The last one left in line was Jake. With an innocent smile, you decided to laugh at him a little as revenge. Before sitting on him, you grabbed a dumbbell and your cell phone. Everyone looked at you intrigued. Without saying anything, you sat comfortably with your legs crossed on his back and began to look at your cell phone while with the other hand you exercised with the dumbbell. Jake didn't say anything but made great efforts to keep up, although he seemed annoyed.

"Come on Hangman, weren't you the one who boasted of being the strongest? Prove it now."

The others' stifled giggles filled the room as Bob watched the scene with an amused smile. The laughter grew louder as you dropped your phone between your legs to yawn theatrically or look at your nails in feigned boredom. Jake, who hated being the butt of ridicule, swore under his breath.

"Sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you." You placed a hand near your ear to hear better. "Oh, he probably said something like not having problem doing 10 more push-ups, since it's apparently not an impediment for someone as strong as you...'"

Now the laughter was evident; everyone was happy that someone had finally put that idiot in his place. For his part, Hangman's neck was red from exertion, and his veins were prominent as he growled like an animal. When he finally finished all the push-ups, you moved away from him, and he collapsed on the mat, breathing heavily.

"Alright, take a break Beachboy. See? It wasn't that hard."

Everyone was laughing with amusement except for poor Hangman. You said goodbye to everyone as usual, and on the way out, you ran into Bob, who looked at you in admiration and gratitude, as if he were seeing his guardian angel. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but you silenced him.

"Listen I don't know what happened in there between you and that asshole, but I already told you, I'll be here to defend you."

"You've always done it," Bob said, full of love.

"Yeah... and I will continue to do so"

He smiled tenderly, he knew you would. "Well, I was just going to thank you. For everything, not just this, for always being by my side when I needed it most."

You were about to answer him something when you saw Jake behind him walking down the hall like an angry gorilla "Hey Floyd, this isn't over" he shouted angrily

"Oh, I think it is." You whispered menacingly, while with one arm you placed Bob behind you. When Hangman was close enough, he tried in vain to reach Bob, but you blocked his way.

"Move, this is none of your business"

"It's none of my business, you say? If you mess with Bob, you mess with me. Or are you afraid of a girl beating you? Wasn't that enough for you in the training room? I already humiliated you in there, I could do it anywhere."

Bob behind you swallowed saliva but a smile wanted to appear on his lips, Jake looked at you as if he was seeing you for the first time

"I repeat, Hangman, stay away from him before this gets ugly for you, because next time I won't be so reasonable"

Jake looked at Bob before turning back to you with a frown, wanting to say something but your determined look stopped him and he decided to walk away growling. You put Bob in front of you again, turning his back to the hallway where Hangman was walking away.

"Are you ok?"

"Y-yeah I mean, that was... wow, thanks again" he let out a nervous, airy laugh

If that had made him nervous, then your friend didn't know what was in store for him. You raised a finger as if asking him to wait. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders and raised your head to look over his shoulders where the blond man was leaving.

"HEY HANGMAN!" you called him

He turned around angrily, asking what you wanted. Without wasting any time, you grabbed Bob's face and kissed him. At first, your friend let out a gasp between your lips, but it was only for a few seconds before he slid his hands down your waist, pulling you closer to him. You opened your eyes to see Jake's reaction and raised your middle finger over Bob's shoulders so that the dickhead could get a good look. Jake snorted, hurt in his pride, while you closed your eyes, smiling happily against Bob's lips, deepening the kiss.

He moved away just a few inches enough to speak and clear his mind "You don't know how much I've wanted to do this..." he said almost in a whisper with his voice breaking, drunk with love

"Then don't stop..." you smiled flirty

It was already a given that you two would be inseparable until the end of time. Floating together

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Bob Floyd | Fics

Wraped around your finger

Summary: You and Bob had known each other since kindergarten and elementary school, friends since early childhood. When you least expected it, time and fate brought you back together

Genre: fluff/chilhood friendship

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick

Step By Step (still on drafts)

Summary: You were friends with one of the pilots and always stayed close to them, watching them train or visiting them during their breaks. You always carried a sketchbook with you. One day, the pilots' boss hired you to draw the planes' plans. This gave a guy with glasses the long-awaited opportunity to approach you.

Genre: smut and fluff

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick

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Genre: smut

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick

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