bob reynolds who gets sexually pent up a lot and doesn't want to bother you with a single thing so commonly has to take it into his own hands, literally. until you catch him jerking off in the shower after you heard his sweet little moans and whimpers coming from the bathroom when you woke up. the sight was nothing less of holy, his hair sticking to his face under the stream of the water - mouth slightly open voicing the sounds you've grown used to, water slipping down his body framing his abs and v line and the soapy hand thats wrapped around his cock as his hips buck into his own palm.
"bob?" his eyes snapped open, looking over to you - the position conflicting. a red coating his cheeks up to the tips of his ears, "i-- baby, i'm sorry.." then you noticed his hand didn't let up, you slipped out of your clothes, joining him in the shower.
"you could've told me about this.. could've let you get this out of your system."
"i didn't want to bother you--"
"don't think like that.." with that you sunk to your knees, the tiles poking at your knees - bob's cock twitched as his adam's apple bobbed at the sight.
"you- you don't need to do tha..." he cut himself off with a whimper as you placed a kiss to his red, leaking tip.
"i want to." you grabbed his hand, directing it into your hair. his fingers hesitantly wrapping around the strands.
bob's legs didn't work after that, but his little issue was resolved - even if everyone in the tower heard his predicament.
Summary:Bob just wants to help...I mean how hard can it be to go buy pads? It'll be a quick trip right?
Warnings: talk of periods. Bob is a golden retriever boyfriend and he goes on a rant towards the end about prices of feminine products
You were in the middle of complaining about your back and head hurting, you were ranting for the past ten minutes before you just huffed and let out a sigh. “At least I only have like three more days left.”
You looked over at Bob, expecting him to completely be zoned out, not listening to you. What you see however, is Bob watching you closely with a look on his face like he was the one in pain. You didn’t expect him to care so much, you especially didn’t expect him to offer… “I can go to the store,” Bob said with full confidence. “Pads, tampons, chocolate. I can handle that babe.”
You made a list. You made sure to clarify the brands. You even sent him photos. He nodded like he was going to war. "Baby you live five minutes from the store. Its only a few things its an easy trip. I got this." He did not have this. You knew that because fifty five minutes later, he walks back in with five bags. Five. Giant. Bags.
“Bob,” you say slowly, “Sweetheart what… what happened?” He looked at you completely sheepishly, “I panicked.”
You peer into the bags and gasped seeing everything he gathered. Every size of pad that's probably ever been made, three different tampon brands all different sizes too, a menstrual cup and when you asked Bob about it he just shrugged; “Just in case I don’t know maybe you wanna try it? I-I don’t even know what it does honestly…” There was a small heating pad shaped like a dinosaur, five different pints of ice cream (each a different flavor), plastic spoons, when you questioned those (since you do have spoons at home) he looked at you like you were the crazy one. "They're to go with the ice cream so you won't have to do the dishes if you don't feel like it babe", there's also a box labeled “organic herbal moon blood tea blend.” A new stuffed animal for “emotional support” and a pair of pajama pants; in his size because and I quote “You like mine and now we can match."
He looks sheepish. “A lady came in the aisle; I was already in there for like 15 minutes and she laughed... SHE LAUGHED AT ME BABE!!! and-- and she said I looked scared and I mean I was terrified why is that aisle so damn big?! She told me to just buy everything and let you sort it out.” You were trying your best not to laugh. “I see that you did exactly that.”
He rubbed the back of his neck with a blush painting on his cheeks, “I-um then I got the dinosaur because it was your favorite color…and I mean you like dinosaurs and you always look for new stuffed animals when we go out and it feels like that fabric you like so I just--” You throw your arms around him, suddenly overwhelmed. “You are the weirdest, most amazing man I ever met.”
He hugs you back, rubbing your back with slow, soothing circles. “I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I didn’t want you to go through it alone. I’ll figure out how to help, I'll become a pro…and maybe figure out how to save money so we don't have to take out a loan every time you start." He pulled a way from the hug just slightly so he can rant about the prices of tampons and pads. "I just!" He huffs and pulls away more sighing, "What!?! Like you can't help it! Wouldn't they want you to bleed!? Isn't that a sign you're healthy!??! Why are they punishing you even more?? Are they not aware youre already bleeding and in pain!! Why isnt that shit just free!!??? Im telling you its all because of--" you pulled away from the hug so he could pace freely and rant til his heart was content while you just laughed and pulled out a plastic spoon for the two of you and started to try a bite from each of the new ice cream pints he got. When he's done with his tangent he flops down beside you on the couch and let's you fiz the hair the flopped in his face during his rant while he takes his own spoon and a random pint. "Fuck...that's good. What flavors that one?"
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I have a headcanon x reader request for our Bob!! I was thinking about how Bob would be when you hit a milestone in your relationship, like a 1st year or 5 year anniversary and he realizes you're the longest, healthiest relationship he's ever had. MWAH 💛💛 LOVE YOU!!
He wants to make sure it is P E R F E C T. Especially that 1 year mark. I doubt Bob has ever really gotten that far, and if he has, it wasn't a healthy one. But I really doubt he had anything long-lasting, tbh.
(Note I am writing this with a Bob xReader lens because I know you won't mind. lol)
He can't quite believe it. How has it been a year already? How are you still around? How has he not fucked this whole thing up yet? How do you put up with him? But, seriously, how has it been a whole year? The time just flew by and the whole thing is mindboggling to him.
All those thoughts are running in the background, though. The biggest - and most important thing to him - is how he is going to make this the perfect day. He wants to make sure you know he loves you, and how much. He wants to make sure you know how much he appreciates you. He wants to make sure this is one of the best days the two of you have had together so far.
But... this is Bob we're talking about. Bob is awkward and he has great ideas but sometimes the execution isn't the greatest or he dives into something headfirst without thinking it all the way through.
Did he plan on making a homemade cake because he knows you like things that are personal, sentimental, and unique to him and to you? Yes. Did that cake end up working out? No. Because he pulled up the recipe on his phone and despite reading it 100 times over as he was going along he realized halfway through that he didn't have baking powder, only baking soda. He didn't have time to run out do the nearest store to get it before you got back because he'd slept in late - he'd had his meds adjusted the day before and the increased dose had made him extra tired. So that idea was scrapped.
Did he spend way too much time the night before wrapping your gift so it looked worthy of being in a movie? Yes. But Alpine had gotten to the ribbon when he brought it down and left it on the table in the common room. Now the ribbon was shredded, the bow was missing, and there was a tear in the paper right on the front that he tried to repair with tape but it only made it look even worse. (He did not fault the cat, only himself.)
Did he even go as far as to ask John Walker for ideas on how to make it perfect (because Walker was the only one of the bunch who had the most experience with anniversaries)? Yes. He hated it, but yes. But Walker had told him to calm down - it's just a one year anniversary of them dating, it's not a 1yr wedding anniversary - and to just keep it simple, he'd said it doesn't need to be anything extravagant. The advice was actually logical, though delivered a little roughly as was Walker's tendency. But it wasn't the advice that Bob wanted to hear so he huffed away after telling Walker not to tell him to calm down, this is something actually important (and biting his tongue as to not snap back with a "I can see why your wife left you").
Nothing he tried was working out the way he'd hoped and it was getting to him. So when you got to see him that evening he was in a sour mood. Absolutely dejected. The kitchen was a mess because he'd not had the mental or physical energy to clean it up, the roll of tape was still sitting on top of the gift with it's ruined wrapping paper - though now Alpine had carried the bow back into the room and was sitting on the couch with it tucked under a paw, as if daring anyone to come take it back. And he could not shake Walker's "advice" out of his head and was absolutely livid with the man.
It was far from perfect. It was the absolute opposite, he thought, and he sounded so sad when he told you as much.
But it didn't bother you. You smiled and told him it still is perfect. Naturally he's confused so you explained: not having a cake just means that after dinner the two of you could pick out a dessert together, that the wrapping is even better the way it is because the item inside is not only still concealed but Alpine got to enjoy it, too, so whatever the gift was made not just you happy, but Alpine as well. And as for Walker.... you knew that siding with the other man by saying, "he's right, though, it doesn't have to be perfect," was not going to help so you offered the words you knew would be a fair middle ground, "ignore him, he's out of practice with anniversaries."
It helped, a little. He still hated that the things he had planned didn't work out, but he liked your suggestion of doing everything together that he was originally going to do alone to surprise you - "It's not a day to celebrate me. It's a day to celebrate us, so we should do it all together," you'd said.
And so you did. You cleaned the mess in the kitchen together. You exchanged the gifts you'd gotten each other. You'd gone out to dinner and stopped at a sweet shop after to pick out a dessert together. And you'd headed back to the tower, made your way up to his room, and celebrated each other and your relationship together.
At the 5th anniversary it's been long enough that he knows it doesn't have to be perfect (honestly, after the first anniversary the pressure is already off). The two of you have already established a "tradition" by then - it's what you do every anniversary together. There's no pressure anymore, it's just the two of you spending the day together and being extra sweet.
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IS THIS A HEADCANON OR A DRABBLE AT THIS POINT? 😅 I'M SORRY. 😭
￫ summary: robert has always had sensitive nipples. why not heighten that pleasure?
￫ word count: 1K.
￫ warnings: use of nipple clamps, overstimulation, sub!robert and smut.
￫ authors notes: welcome to my kinktober event! you can find the upcoming kinktober fics for the month here! i hope you enjoy! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌
You always knew that Robert had sensitive nipples. It became apparent the moment you started dating. You could brush your hands up and over his chest, and he would let out a small groan.
As your relationship blossomed, you toyed with giving him sensation through his nipples. You enjoyed playing with them and running your fingertips over them during sex, or when you were between his thighs.
You both embraced such kinks and frequently used toys in the bedroom. You had a whole drawer full of them. The finishing touch to the drawer was a steel pair of nipple clamps.
You finally had some time to yourselves, and you agreed that the nipple clamps would be the toy of choice for the night.
The thought about it throughout the day had Bob constantly having to hide away his hard cock that was threatening to push through his trousers.
By the time the evening came, his cock was throbbing against your palm as you pulled down his underwear.
He gave you a sheepish smile as he lay on the bed, gazing up at you with big, desperate eyes.
“Oh, Bob. Is this all for me?” You cooed down at him.
“Yeah… I’ve waited all day for this. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” You ghosted your fingers, just barely over his nipples, and his back arched into the bed. He let out a groan and his hips involuntarily bucked upwards. “Fuck!”
“S’ sensitive tonight for me, aren’t you?” You grinned back at him as you opened the bedside drawer, the chain clinking against itself.
He nodded eagerly and whined when the frictionless air that he was humping gave him no relief. You had already tied his wrists against the headboard with a silk ribbon.
This, too, was at Robert’s request.
You slinked back over to the bed and straddled him, with his cock just behind you. If he focused hard enough, he could cause his shaft to twitch against your ass, to feel some sense of relief, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
His head was swirling with adrenaline and eager pleasure. It completely crowded his senses.
Your palms brushed over his nipples, and he let out a whine, followed by a more resounding groan as your fingers came to toy with them. You rolled his nipples between your thumb and index finger, alternating between flicking and pinching at them.
Robert let out incoherent babbles of desperation.
You hummed in delight at watching your partner squirm beneath you and decided to put your new toy to good use.
“Are you ready, angel?” Your voice softened as you checked in to see if he was ready to continue.
“Yes, baby. Thank you.” He momentarily caught his breath before you heard the hitch in his throat as you attached the first clamp to his nipple.
He let out a deep groan, and you could feel the tip of his cock push against your ass. You clicked the second clamp open and pinched it tightly onto his nipple. His jaw went slack, and a silent cry escaped from his mouth. His whole body arched up into your hands that were planted on his chest, and his eyes rolled backwards into his skull.
The sensation was overwhelming for him, but it tugged and pulled on every sweet pleasure receptor in his clouded brain. As you began physically tugging on the metallic chain that dangled against his chest, his eyes shot wide open.
“Fuck!” He cursed your name and moaned so sweetly that it caused your cunt to throb against his pelvis.
“Alright, my pretty boy. Let’s have some fun.” A wicked grin spread across your face as you removed yourself from straddling him and perched yourself beside him.
You kept one hand still wrapped around the chain, and your remaining hand moved to wrap around his cock. His shaft was warm against your palm and throbbed to the touch. His pink tip was swollen and left a slight shine of pre-cum.
In sync, you ran your thumb over the tip and gently began pulling at the chain. Robert thrashed his head from side to side and murmured a string of curses. You could see a sheen of sweat gathering from his neck and down his chest to where the nipple clamps were securely fastened.
You took his sizeable length into your hand and rhythmically pumped his cock, as you teased the chain.
“Feels s’… s’… good…” He mumbled out between breathy moans. “I don’t think… I can last much longer… Fuck!”
“Is that so?” You hummed with amusement.
The build-up throughout the day led to this moment, and Robert knew it wouldn’t take much. But he also knew he didn’t want to stop there.
You built up a faster pace around his cock and gave it a firm squeeze, pulling particularly tightly on the chain. He groaned as you felt his cock twitch in your hand, and before you could register it, you felt his warm spend coat your hand.
You watched with your pupils blown wide as his sticky ropes of cum splattered across his pelvis and chest. His hips thrust aimlessly upwards, and his chest heaved.
You let go of the chain and dipped your finger into his spend. You brought it to your lips and hummed in delight as you tasted him.
“So sweet. Such a messy boy, aren’t you?”
“Mhm.” He nodded feverishly as he chewed on his bottom lip.
You noticed he still hadn’t gone completely soft in your hand, and his eyes desperately pleaded with you. The corner of your lips twitched upwards into a smirk.
“Still got more in you, angel? Do you want to go again?”
“Please, baby.” Robert breathlessly pleaded.
“Seeing as you asked so nicely.” Your hand found the chain again and gave his cock a squeeze.
He let out a meek whimper, his throat feeling dry from the pleasurable whines that had left him.
You planned to continue this until he couldn’t remember his name.
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Characters: Alexei Shostakov, f!reader, Yelena Belova, Bucky Barnes, John Walker, Ava , Bob Reynolds. (Alexei x Reader is hinted at!)
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Tags/Warnings: 18+ for language and suggestive themes, fluff
Summary: When Yelena pranks you relentlessly, you threaten to date her dad. She doesn't expect you to follow through with it.
Word count: on mobile sorry
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
A/N: Not my usual thing ik but this was an unhinged drabble idea that's been sat in the drafts lol. I did actually finish my 10 fics I just have to edit them now 😈 Enjoy!
"YELENA!" You screech as icy water trickles down your spine. Yelena had been on a pranking kick after re-watching Home Alone and you seemed to be the most common victim after John.
You can hear Yelena's laughter from three doors up and march yourself to then before pounding the door furiously. Your hair, your outfit, your pride were soaked from the bucket of cold water she had left above an ajar door.
"If you keep this up I'll date your dad Yelena." You warn her through her bedroom door.
"No. You wouldn't." She laughs.
"I would." You argue back. "Try me, Lena. Try me."
The next morning, not heeding your warning, Yelena swaps out your sugar for salt in your coffee and you plot the demise of her sanity.
As soon as Alexei enters the kitchen, you beam at him and offer him a spritely good morning, which he returns in kind.
"What do you have planned for today?" You ask him, playing obviously nonchalant.
"Not much. Only training and making dinner for everyone." He replies, cracking eggs into a mug
"Could I... join you?" You ask shyly, batting your eyelashes. "I need to work on getting stronger and I'd love to help you cook."
Alexei blinks at you, stunned for a moment before drinking his eggs in one gulp and nodding. You can feel Yelena's eyes searing into the back of your skull and once Alexei awkwardly leaves to change for training Yelena addresses you.
"I know what you're doing." She says. "You won't win in making me uncomfortable."
"I've watched him chug six raw eggs this morning - without throwing up." You whisper smugly as you pass her. "And I'm just soooo impressed. Besides, it's not fair that your dad cooks for everyone. I just want to help."
Yelena frowns into her cereal and shakes her head. You're trying to rile her up. She can't let you win.
And then, it got worse.
Any time you were in the kitchen it was;"Alexei, could you help me open this jar please?" Or "Alexei, could you be a peach and reach hand me the cumin hidden on the topshelf please?"
Anytime you were in the gym together, you wore less baggy clothes and made a point to stand closer to Alexei and feel up his muscles ("Woah, look at those tree trunks! You must be stronger than the Hulk!") to which Alexei would flex them for you and show off his tattoos.
Yelena began to notice the way her dad would stand closer to you, or show you cat videos, or pictures of her when she was little. The way he would light up like New Year's when you'd enter a room and smile dopily when you would look over at him.
By the end of the week, Yelena was at the end of her tether but seeing you come home with milkshakes, laughing at something Alexei had said, she almost begged you to stop. However, when she'd slyly spoken to her dad about where you had both been, he'd happily informed her that it was a date. And that was what made her snap.
As she sat with her head in her hands, explaining to the rest of the team what had been going on, Bob rubbed her shoulder reassuringly whilst John and Ava laughed.
"You pressed her." John shrugs. "She did warn you."
Ava shakes her head. "I'm surprised she's managed to keep it up for so long."
"Guys, this my dad." Yelena sighs. "He will probably be in love with her by Sunday and she will break his heart!"
"Oh." The three younger members say in unison. Bucky doesn't look up from his report.
"Then do we break them up?" John asks, vaguely against at the the thought of Alexei sobbing uncontrollably over him like when they watched The Iron Giant on Team Movie Night.
Bob hums thoughtfully. "Maybe you should just stop annoying her and apologise?"
Yelena shoots him a glare and he raises his hands apologetically. "Forget I suggested it."
"You know you have to do it." Ava huffs and Yelena sighs in defeat and begins getting to her feet.
"I know." She hangs her head. You had won. "I'll be right back."
As she heads to your room, Yelena can hear the faintest of whispers and giggles emanating from behind your door. Then she hears something no child ever wants to hear; a breathy sigh of her father's name.
Her cheeks go red with anger and embarassment. How dare you! That's her dad! He may not be the smartest hero all the time but playing with his feelings was not okay. Steeling herself and scrunching her eyes she barges in.
"Lena?" Alexei's voice is soft and surprised and then your voice follows.
"You okay?"
She peeks one eye open and you stand next to Alexei, holding a small fluffy ginger guinea pig that wheeks in annoyance that you've stopped lavishing it with attention.
"You have ruined your surprise." Alexei huffs dramatically but he grins over at his daughter who is utterly flabbergasted. "Meet Natalia."
"It's a boy, Alexei-"
"Nathaniel." Alexei says without skipping a beat. "I did some research on guinea pigs and apparently they get lonely so you have to keep them in pairs."
Alexei beams as he takes the hairy creature from your delicate grasp and offers him to Yelena. "Y/N was helping me pick him out."
"He's got a big personality." You chuckle. "And such nice hair. I think Bucky has some competition."
Yelena thinks of her guinea pig, also named Bob, as she holds the distinguished Nathaniel in her hands. She had been meaning to get Bob a companion but between missions, it must have slipped her mind. Her lip quivers a little but she beams almost as brightly as her dad as she thanks you both profusely, silently vowing to never prank you again.
"Whew. That was close." Alexei sighs when Yelena finally leaves ten minutes later after two rounds of bone crushing hugs, shooting you a big, goofy smile.
You smile back. "Maybe next time we can tell her about us."
I'm not sure if anyone else has mentioned this but...Bob Reynolds would totally sit and watch those carpet-cleaning videos with you for hours. I'm sure you've seen them at this point (I hope you have or else I'm more of a mess than I thought) but like the ones where some guy walks in on a white tile floor and throws a filthy carpet down and they clean it deeply and desperately until it looks nearly new somehow.
Bob is just in a total trance. Not only is he absolutely amazed that someone could get a carpet THAT dirty clean again but he's just happy to be spending time with you.
Oh my god...He totally makes comments the first few times too like; "There's no way...why don't they just buy a new carpet?" But after the fourth video, he starts hyping them up.
Anyways...just my little bedtime thought. Kisses 💋
You cannot convince me this guy is not a big nerd. Ladies man and hottie though he is. Steve was starting fights in the 40's he wanted to go to a science convention. This man would have been a Trekkie.
Bucky is a huge Star Trek fan.
He's a sci-fi nerd all around. He's not anti-Star Wars or anything. He just prefers Star Trek. Although he does wonder now if Lemar picked his codename because of Battlestar Galactica.
That is the future he was promised and the modern world is sorely disappointing in that way.
He is so bummed that replicators and holodecks aren't real. I mean come on, replicators would have solved the great depression food scarcity?! Why is that not a higher priority?!
If the military in the 1930s/1940s was as science & discovery focused as Starfleet, he would have actually signed up instead of getting drafted. (If you are confused about this see debates over his army id number)
The idea that money is no longer used because people do things driven to improve the quality of life for everyone hits him deep, having grown up in the depression. He remembers all the suffering caused by lack of money. He hates that homelessness is still such an issue, especially among vets and those with mental or health issues.
The Borg are his least favorite alien species/villain. Far too reminiscent of his time as the Winter Soldier and the time he's spent learning not to detest his cybernetic arm.
That being said, he does feel a deep personal connection to 7 of 9's story arc. Going from being the bad guy who was taken against his will to a hero is something he has been & is living himself. He feels like 7 would understand all of the complicated feelings he has about himself.
If you ask him, he'll say his favorite captain is Picard. Maybe Kirk sometimes. In reality, he's a Janeway guy. He loves strong women & he feels just as strongly about coffee as she does.
He has started picking up Klingon. The whole team turns when they hear him call John a petaQ while arguing one day. He doesn't even realize he did it until they ask what the hell it means.
He has 100% bought Alpine a stuffed tribble.
Im sure there will be more added to this gradually. I accidentally hit publish before I was ready so I'm finishing this in a hurry.
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