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oh my goodness! this reblog made my entire day! 🥹 thank you so much for the love on this fic! 💗

i’m so happy that this fic has highlighted more than anything, that nat and bob are the dream team and that nat is in fact, the perfect wife 😌 (and biggest bob supporter!)

i like to think that bradley also has a secret partner, which makes sense for why he also respects bob’s privacy. the team also love the gossip, absolutely 🤭

and yeah, bob loves reminiscing at work about the multiples times that he made love to you the night before! secret wife and child trope is my favourite with bob!

i’m so happy to hear how you enjoyed this fic! 🥰💗🫶🏼

Do you know that audio on TikTok that’s like I made love to my wife 4 times and this morning she made pancakes and whatnot? Could you do a story where it’s the daggers and this is how they find out about bobs wife?

don’t stop.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x reader.

￫ summary: jake attempts to catch bob out, but bob has something to reveal.

￫ word count: 1K.

￫ warnings: mentions of sex, smut and food.

￫ authors notes: i hope i based this off the right sound, my dear anon! 🥹 i’m sorry this took so long too 🥺 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Bob stood beside Natasha in comfortable silence as they dressed in the appropriate gear, ready for a test flight.

They instinctively turned to face one another when the other needed help attaching a certain piece to their suit or tightening their straps. They had grown un-deniably close over the past two years, and they knew each other’s movements step by step.

Natasha’s eyebrows raised, and she let out a small groan. “Here they come.”

Bob’s breath hitched as he heard the booming voices coming through the door.

Javy sauntered in, with Jake on his heels, both snickering about something like schoolboys.

“Oh, Jake, you wouldn’t believe it.” They both swung open their lockers in sync. At a glance, you wouldn’t think that they flew separately. They were so similar as they mirrored the movements of getting their gear on.

“I made love to her four times last night. This morning, I got pancakes. She woke up at six to make them for me before I left. God, I fuckin’ love my wife.”Javy boasted with prideful laughter.

Jake only spurred him on, with a proud slap on his back and matched Javy’s amusement.

However, at Javy’s confession, Natasha snorted quietly to herself.

Jake’s head cocked to the right of him and his eyebrows raised with a questioning glance her way. He leaned back against the lockers containing their gear and attached some to himself.

“What’s so funny, Nat? You tellin’ me you could beat Javy’s record?” Jake questioned her with a smug grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

By this time, Mickey, Rueben, and Bradley had all filtered into the room as well. They didn’t want to interrupt the ego-boosting feud that was currently unfolding in front of them. They geared up in silence but still listened with eager ears, their eyes flicking back and forth between Jake and Natasha.

She took a sharp breath between her teeth and broke Jake’s questioning gaze. She purposefully didn’t look back at the guys but calmly stated, “Well, I made love to my wife six times, and yeah, I also got breakfast.”

The silence from them both was telling. She continued fixing her gear and calmly played off her triumphant feat. It was as though it was the most normal thing in the world for her (which wasn’t far off).

She heard Bradley’s hushed whistle of “Oof,” and she smiled proudly to herself as she looked down to see where she was fiddling with a buckle on her suit.

Bob, on the other hand, had watched the entire exchange before him, with bated breath. His eyes were wide behind his glasses, and the corner of his lips twitched into a grin as he saw Jake and Javy’s bewildered faces.

If only they knew how good you were for him last night. If only they knew how pretty you looked on your knees and spread out on the soft linen, all for himself. If only they knew how pretty you sounded, as you whimpered and whined his name all—

“Bob!” Jake’s biting tone snapped his attention straight towards the blonde-haired man. “You’re lookin’ smug for a guy, who, as far as we know, hasn’t been laid in… two years?” He questioned with faux interest.

Natasha immediately belted out an amused, “Ha!”

She knew Bob better than anyone here. She had met you, Bob’s long-time wife. Natasha and her wife had been to dinner with Bob and you. She had been to BBQs in your backyard and tried your delicious home-cooked macaroni and cheese. You were even invited to her bachelorette party when she got married.

Natasha also knew that no one else knew.

Bob was private about his life away from the naval base. He had his reasons, but more than anything, he appreciated the peace he shared with his one love. You.

Jake’s jeering and deeply imposing question made his eye twitch a little from behind his glasses. He pushed his frames up the bridge of his nose with his index finger, before looping his hands into the gear on his chest. He puffed out his chest slightly and stood confidently across from Jake.

“Well? You got a wife?” Jake asked the question carelessly and casually, making Bob squirm. He severely despised people thinking about his wife like that, as if you weren’t the moon to his sun.

A beat, and Bob responded. “Yeah.”

Javy’s mouth fell open in disbelief. Mickey and Ruben had turned around to watch the whole thing by then. They nudged one another in the ribs and whispered, “I told you so!”

Bradley didn’t flinch. He knew. He saw Bob and you on the beach one evening. Bob gave him a curt nod, and when he arrived at the Navy base the next morning, Bradley swore he wouldn’t tell anyone. He understood, more than anyone, why people kept their private lives away from here.

Jake snorted, although he blinked furiously as Bob’s statement took him aback. “Okay then, Baby, how many times did you make love to them last night?”

He crossed his arms over his broad chest in an attempt to shield himself from perhaps being scolded by Bob Floyd.

“Once.”

“Once?! Oh, Bob.” Jake mocked with faux sympathy. “And did they make you anything this morning?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” Bob’s gaze narrowed fiercely towards Jake. “My wife was asking me not to stop.”

There was a deafening silence, and then a chorus of bellowing laughter and jeers echoed throughout the room.

Even Javy let out a loud chuckle, gripping Jake’s shoulders and playfully shaking him. “He got you there!”

Bob cocked his head at Jake, with an assured smile now etched fully onto his lips. He asked if Natasha was ready, and then they both headed out onto the tarmac, leaving Jake behind, practically frozen in shock.

Once the rest of the guys had had enough playful jabs towards him, they all made their way out to join the others. But Jake felt a firm hand on his shoulder as the tall brunette towered over him.

“Don’t assume stuff like that, Hangman. Wait until you find out that he has a kid.”

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tee hee 🤭 thank you, my love! 💗 it’s so hot, right?! very jake and cal coded too i think..

shoving your soaked panties in robert reynolds’s mouth to keep him quiet ! 🤭🤭🤭🤭

stay quiet.

robert reynolds x reader.

￫ summary: trying to keep bob quiet is difficult. but you’ve found a solution.

￫ word count: 700.

￫ warnings: handjobs, semi public, nearly getting caught and smut.

￫ authors notes: i didn’t know how to end this. i’m sorry 🥹 my brain can only do so much atm. my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

It was never wildly convenient that the living room space ran parallel to the kitchen area. You had been lying around with Bob all morning on the sofa. It wasn’t different from your shared bed, but you both weren’t quite ready to get up yet, and the couch seemed the next logical move. 

Multiple throws snuggly covered you as you lay beside him on the large sofa. You were curled into his toned chest, and the soft cotton on his sweatshirt provided a comfortable place to rest your head. 

Your leg was hooked around his waist, and without even honestly acknowledging it, you were shifting your hips to grind against him slowly.

“Sweetheart…” Bob croaked out, breaking the comfortable silence between you both.

You cocked your head upwards and blinked at him. “Wha’?”

“You’ve made me hard.” He guided your hand from where it was placed on his chest, down his abdomen and to palm at his sweatpants.

You buried your face into the crook of his neck and stifled out a giggle. 

“Sorry, I was just so cozy.” You gave his hardening cock a light squeeze and bob let out a choked groan. “Do you want me to help?” 

You squeezed again and his eyes fluttered shut. He nodded vigorously and shifted his hips as you slid your hand under the waistband of his underwear.

“So warm, baby. So hard.” You hummed against his neck. You began running your hand in rhythmic motions, up and down his shaft. 

Bob gasped out sweet moans. They were silent enough that they wouldn’t be heard by anyone who came to the kitchen. 

Your pace quickened beneath the pile of blankets, and as you ran your thumb over his tip in teasing circles, a louder moan got caught in his throat.

“Bob!” You giggled against his cheek, kissing his flushed skin softly. 

“I‘m sorry, I can’t help it,” He whimpered. 

You were instinctively moving your hips to grind against him as you matched his pace, and a wicked idea came to your head as his moans were becoming undeniably louder.

“Hold on…” Your hand left his aching cock momentarily and he let out a whine at the loss of contact. You manoeuvred under the blankets to slip off your underwear and bunch them together in your hand. 

“Will this keep you quiet, pretty boy?” Bob’s lips parted as he took your panties into his mouth. 

He let out a groan, which would’ve been loud enough for all to hear, but it came out muffled against your underwear. He could taste your arousal on the material, and his hips were instinctively bucking to feel your touch again. 

Your hand found his cock again and as you ran your hand over the slick shaft, he rolled his head back against the sofa arm, his eyelashes fluttering against his hot cheeks. Muffled whines vibrated against your underwear as they were stuffed into his mouth.

You were caught off guard as Bucky came into the kitchen area, a towel draped around his shoulders from his shower. 

You popped your head up from behind the sofa and smiled innocently.

“Oh, hey, Bucky.”

“Hey.” He murmured back. 

You glanced back down at Bob, whose eyes went wide. He was safely tucked away behind the back of the sofa, but if anyone came closer, they would surely see the sight. Your hand stayed on Bob’s cock, teasingly stroking him. 

“Have you seen Bob? I need to ask him something.” Bucky said, leaning against the counter and sipping his coffee.

“Yeah! He’s snuggling here with me.” You nonchalantly smiled back at Bucky. 

A quiet squeal vibrated through your underwear from Bob. You felt his cock twitch in your hand. 

He wasn’t getting softer. He was enjoying nearly being caught like this. 

Bucky’s eyes narrowed into the sofa. “Okay… I’ll find him later…” He slinked out of the room, not looking back.

You directed your gaze back to Bob, a knowing smile pulling on your lips. 

Bob’s eyes were gazing up at you, pleading and desperate. “You wanted to get caught, didn’t you?”

He nodded and moaned softly against your underwear. 

“My pretty boy,” You cooed. “So pretty like this.”

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he’s just a little guy yapping away 🥺🥺

enjoy this video of robin yapping to brighten everyone’s dash

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lewis via ysl

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piss kink w Bob please???? maybe him accidentally pissing himself either in public or when he wasn't supposed to, anything to get him all nervous and panicky so dom reader gets to tease comfort him and clean him up

Yes, of course 😏 Also, if you guys don't specify, I'm just gonna assume that all requests for Bob are Bob Floyd because I don't know how many times I can make a post asking for people to call Robert Reynolds anything but "Bob" in my askbox.

Bob's desperate. You know he is, the way that he keeps shifting from side to side in his chair, but you talked about this before, and he hasn't said the one word he knows could stop all this, so you know he's okay.

The restaurant is fancy, black tie fancy, and here was your naval leuienant boyfriend squirming in his seat and occasionally squeezing his dick under the table. "I have to go," He says quietly.

"Hands above the table." Is all you reply, voice hard, while you bring your wine glass to your lips.

Obediently, Bob brings both his hands above the table. "I have to go," He repeats, a little edge to his voice now.

"I heard you," you reply flatly. "That's not what you agreed to, Bobby. You agreed to hold your bladder for me all throughout dinner. We're not even finished the starter salads, and you're already squirming like a little boy." You work to keep your face neutral, but your eyes are shining brightly. The red liquid in your glass shakes, and so does Bob's water; he's shaking his leg under the table.

Bob's eyelids flutter, and a small whine leaves his lips. "I know what I agreed to, Master, I just don't think I can." His fist is clenched on the table and you know he's aching to squeeze his dick again.

"Finish your water," You command, nodding toward his half-empty glass on the table. "Then ask me again."

Foolishly thinking that you will let him go after he does what you say, Bob gulps down the water in record time, and you watch his Adam's apple go down and up and down again. He's breathing a little heavier when he sets his glass down again. "Can I go now?"

You can't help but smirk. "If you can make it to dessert, I'll let you go."

To Bob's credit, he really, really tries. Such a good boy, just as he always is, trying to keep his squirming and his soft whines to a minimum. You've both finished your mains, and the waiter has just taken your dessert order, when Bob lets out a gasp and his entire body goes rigid. You know there's bound to be a dime-sized wet spot on his nice suit. "Fuck, oh fuck, I have to go, I can't hold it, I..."

You're about to ask him if he remembers the safe word, if he wants to use it, but the waiter is back and Bob is tense and still in his seat. "Actually, we'll take these desserts to go." You smile politely at the waiter. You were playing, but you weren't about to make Bob sit through a dessert when you could get him home and reward him for being such a good boy.

Without thinking of it, Bob instinctively relaxes when the waiter nods and walks away. Panic etches its way into the features on his face, and if you listen closely, you can hear the soft hiss of urine escaping his dick and soaking into the fabric of his pants.

"I-I-I-I'm so sorry, I tried to hold it, I really did, I just... I had to go so bad and..." Tears and stinging in his eyes, and his cheeks flushed a bright red while you watch.

"Aw, baby, I know you tried so hard, you always try for me, don't you? You just... You can never get it quite right." You sigh softly and shake your head. "C'mon, let's get up and go to the bathroom."

Bob looks around wildly. "What? Here?"

"Well, unless you wanna walk home with wet pants..." You start, standing up and rounding the table to lean down and whisper in his ear. "Besides... if you want me to get my mouth on you, you'll get up and walk back to those bathrooms like nothing changed since you walked in here. Like you didn't just wet your pants like the baby we both know you are,"

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i feel like bob pisses on you once. maybe hes a little tipsy, which is already a rare thing, and you two are showering together. and he mumbles something about you moving behind him but you dont hear him fully and before you know it hes just pissing.

and it doesn't matter how hot you think it is, hes so fucking embarrassed

okay this is soooo hot. i'd be ready to drop to my knees with my mouth wide open to catch it all. but he would be so so so embarrassed. i feel that it would be the one and only time he pisses on you. and the next day he would be apologizing profusely, because he feels awful about it. even though you assure him you found it hot. he just can't get past the fact that he thinks it's so demeaning. he might warm up to it eventually and try again? but idk 🤔

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these were my bob and buckys and hangman’s and roosters 😭

i see it 🤭

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missing walt finn rn 😣

it’s always missing him hours :( i miss him and his facial hair :(

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LEWIS PULLMAN as Ben Mears SALEM'S LOT (2024)— dir. Gary Dauberman

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lewis behind the scenes of thunderbolts via fxguide

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Leah we’ve got to talk about the armpits thing I seen you tag the other day….I’d lowkey love to see something about that 🙂↕️

Just Rhett’s scent overall would have me going feral!

i need him to come in from working the fields, all hot and sweaty, grumbling about how he needs a shower because he stinks. meanwhile you'd be rubbing all up on him like a cat, shoving your face into his armpits because he smells so fucking good. like sweat, musk, dirt, and rhett. it's easy to get drunk off those pheromones 🤤 i know he'd tease you so badly for it. "y'like the way i smell after i've been workin' hard?" as you're just nodding eagerly. he's very amused, but also finds it incredibly hot that you're so intoxicated with him and his scent.

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Sorry I shoved my nose in your pit and started humping your thigh, you smell kinda and it made my brain melt :/

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Lewis Pullman for Men's Health