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laracrofted · 11 months

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happy early birthday once again my beloved!!!

“be naked when i come home.” with bob 😵‍💫😵‍💫

love youuuuu 💌

surprise, i am slowly working through these leftover prompts as inspiration strikes, and out of nowhere, i was smacked with inspiration. shelby, my dear, i am giving you some soft smut with baby love bob as a sign of my love and appreciation 💖

warnings: minors dni, explicit sexual content, (face sitting, overstimulation, crying, cockwarming – and for science, he is still wearing the flight suit), very soft. bob x fem!reader.

Robbie: Do you still have the spare key i gave you?

of course, why are you asking?

Robbie: Can you go over to my apartment after work and wait for me?

sure, love ♡

need me to bring anything? i could pick up dinner, maybe chinese from that place you like?

Robbie: Just you.

Robbie: And be naked when I come home.

Robbie: Please.

You are waiting for him on the bed when Bob walks into the bedroom, draped across the mattress with a sheet across your breasts like a marble statue, like a priceless work of art.

He doesn't waste a second, briefly swiping a thumb across your naked hip and holding a hand there, slipping his tongue in your mouth in a slow and lingering and devouring kiss that kicks up sparks in your stomach.

He is still dressed and makes no move to rectify the situation.

His olive green flight suit is still on from a late afternoon drill, partially unzipped on the drive home, and you ease it over his shoulders, allowing it to pool around the waistband of his boxers, and slip a hand beneath the fitted black shirt underneath to feel the ridge of his abdomen.

His stomach quivers with a sharp breath under your hand, and Bob gently catches your hand and brushes a kiss over your knuckles, guiding it back down to your side.

His eyes are warm.

"Need you," Bob murmurs. "Need to be inside of you, darling."

Understanding dawns on you.

Bob has a few different methods to deal with work frustration and exhaustion.

Exercise. Meditation. Intimacy.

Sometimes, Bob seeks out control in the bedroom in the form of your desperate pleasure. Coaxes you to sit on his face. Holds you down with his big arms around your shaking legs.

He makes a real mess of you, slurping and lapping at your cunt until pitiful tears stream down your searing cheeks; until you're babbling and sobbing and begging for more, for less, for anything that he'll give you; until you're shaking as orgasm after blinding and blissful orgasm crashes into you like an ocean wave.

And sometimes, Bob seeks out quiet and calm.

He buries himself as deep and far as possible and holds you against his bare chest. Traces a pattern over your naked back. Kisses your shoulder every so often.

Now is one of those times.

He pulls you into his lap on the mattress, fluffing the pillows and getting comfortable, and with spit slicked fingers, gently works you open for him with a soothing kiss against your temple to quiet your soft murmurs. He slips into you.

Relief loosens his shoulders and softens his expression, smoothing away the wrinkle at his brow, and Bob kisses you, sweet and gentle and firm.

You're so full of him. It's so hard not to squirm, but Bob soothes you with a warm palm at your waist. His palm is calloused and familiar and steadying.

His voice rumbles against your chest. Calm as a summer storm in the middle of the night.

"I know, darling. Relax. Relax."

You melt against him, resting your damp forehead on the hollow point of his collarbone and breathing him in. He smells like sunshine and warmth.

You close your eyes. You must drift off because Bob stirs you awake with a kiss to your shoulder.

He shifts under you, massaging your breasts with one large hand and then, with the other. You clench around him, and Bob exhales a sharp sigh.

Soft strands of golden brown hair caress your neck and collarbone as Bob bends his head and lifts your breast up to his searching tongue, mouthing at your nipples. He sucks and nibbles at the skin, pulling and plucking, worshipping.

You grow steadily slicker around him, dripping around his cock and soaking the olive green fabric of the flight suit.

A muffled whine escapes from deep within him, quiet and ragged, as Bob clutches you closer. His lashes are wet.

You're the one to comfort him now.

You stroke his hair back over his ears and shush him in a soft breath against his ear. He shivers against you, pushing in impossibly deeper.

You lean back to give him better access as Bob starts to gently rut into you, unable to help it now. Murmur it's alright, love, you're alright, my sweet boy.

Night soon spills across the horizon, same as Bob spills into you with a needy sob.

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aestheticpearl · 1 year

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Can you do one and they surprise Y/N by coming home early from a mission? Xx

hello again my love, i apologize for how long this took forgive me <3

— ‘oh you’re back…YOU’RE BACK!’

characters. rooster, hangman, phoenix, bob, payback, fanboy, coyote

themes. fluff

[summary] they surprise you by coming home early from their deployment

[warnings] not proof read (i’m lazy)

❥ bradley “rooster” bradshaw

it had been a whole day since bradley had last texted you and he had missed your routine phone call that is always scheduled for seven so needless to say you were worried. you texted him asking if he meant to miss the phone call and he only responded a hour later with ‘busy.’ which provided no comfort whatsoever.

you were doing your best to distract yourself by folding laundry when you came across one of his old sleep shirts. it was a concert tee that he had gotten at the first concert you went to as a couple, you could help but stare at it for a little too long when your eyes started pooling with tears. gosh why is being always from him is long still so hard? you should be use to it.

“we should go to another one of their concerts, i still really like their music” you know that voice, you body moves on it’s own as you turn away to see him standing there smiling like an absolute idiot at you in the doorway.

“surprise!” he drops his bag and opens his arms for you and you happily run into him, only crying a little totally not sobbing. “aww baby you miss me that much?”

“you missed our scheduled phone call you dick” you laughs at your remark.

“i was hoping this would make up for it”

“only a little” he shakes his head and holds your face in his hands while you kisses you.

“i missed you”

“okay you’re forgiven” you are a sucker for coming home kisses.

❥ jake “hangman” seresin

exhausted didn’t even begin so describe how you felt after your shift at work, it’s like there isn’t even a busy season it’s just always busy. you open the front door after struggling with the lock for longer than you care to admit, it’s empty since jake is still deployed over seas. you throw your bag and jacket on the couch and it responds with an oof.

“shh i have a headache” you responded without thinking too tired to register that your couch just talked— well made sound not really talked per say. wait couches don’t talk. “wait..”

“did you just shush me?” jake asks turning on the light next to the couch. you turn around and try to process the fact that he’s here in the house like right now with you not over seas. you run to him and basically pin him down to the couch with your body as you hug him tightly.

“you’re home. you’re here like actually here” you say burying your face into his neck.

“thought it would be a nice surprise. i’m a little concerned on how long it took you to register that someone was in the house though.”

“long day, you’ve made it so worth it”

“aww pumpkin” he kisses you gently while you hold his face. “i missed you too”

❥ natasha “phoenix” trace

you never realize how much you hang out with someone till they’re gone and you know that sounds like natasha is dead, but she might as well be she you don’t get to see her. honestly it sucks having an amazing pilot as a girlfriend cause she’s always busy when deployed cause she’s the best. curse her incredible skill and hard work.

as sappy as it sounds you love looking through your photos with her when she’s away, sure it makes you feel sad but also makes you look forward to seeing her again. when she’s away you like to try to plan a date for when she gets home and when she told you that she’d be coming home in a couple of months you wanted to getting started sooner rather than later.

so after you come home from your quick trip to the store you find natasha standing in the house with flowers in hand smiling that beautiful smile right at you and at first you’re truly too stunned to speak.

“surprised much?” she places the flowers down on the table beside her. “i just missed you so much i had to come home early” you’re still in shock, then you snap yourself out of it and run into her arms.

“i am so surprised, i missed you so much”

you hugs her tightly and you both fall into a comfortable silence once she kisses the side of your head. until you break it with a gasp.

“i didn’t have time to get all the ‘welcome home’ date stuff” she laughs.

“i can wait a little longer for the ‘welcome home’ date”

❥ robert “bob” floyd

bob is awful at keeping secrets and even worse at executing surprises but he was determined to have this surprise for you be successful, so much so that he had natasha get you out of the house just a little so he could set up flowers he bought down the street and some romantic candles.

you were a tiny bit confused on why natasha asked you to go grocery shopping with her but you had nothing else to do and you love her company so you didn’t mind in the end. little did you know that natasha had to make up an excuse to get you out of the house for at least and hour or two so bob could set up and the first thing that came to her mind was grocery shopping. she didn’t need to go grocery shopping yet here she was standing with you in the produce section wondering which apples to get.

“so granny smith? no no macintosh” you roll your eyes. you love hanging out with natasha but she was really hung up on which apple to buy and it had almost been a half hour.

“nat, it’s an apple”

“okay but they’re all so different” she replies back praying in the back of her mind that bob is almost done and by the grace of the almighty she receives a text for the all clear.

“you know you’re right this is a waste of time who needs food let’s go” she takes your arm and drags you out of the store entirely to your surprise.

“wait what i thought you needed to—”

“let me bring you home” you are baffled at your friends out of character actions but let her do her thing anyhow. when you get home your jaw is on the floor with everything that bob has set up.

“ta da! how’d i do? i kept a secret for once.” he smiles at you happily. you run into his arms and hug him tightly.

“oh my god baby you actually surprised me” he laughs and kisses you gently while waving off phoenix who was standing in the doorway.

❥ reuben “payback” fitch

reuben wanted to see how long you could go without noticing that he was home, not one of his brightest ideas really specially since you had just watched a horror movie the previous night.

he arrived back early in the morning and unlocked the door to your house quietly and went to the hall closet to put his things out of sight so you wouldn’t see them and instantly realize he was home. before long he heard you wake up start to make your way downstairs. he carefully placed down some flowers in the kitchen table and hide behind the door.

you woke up with an awful headache and just felt in your bones that today wasn’t going to be good, nevertheless you walked downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast alone. being half asleep you didn’t even notice the roses placed on the table until you turned around and reuben was behind you.

the scream you let out could’ve broken glass.

“baby baby relax it’s just me!”

“REUBEN!” you tried to calm your breathing. “i am going to kill you”

“i’m sorry i’m sorry!” he feels awful but he can’t help but laugh at your reaction a bit. “baby i’m sorry” his hand takes yours as you scowl at him. he kisses your cheek multiple times while apologizing.

“you are so lucky that i missed you”

❥ mickey “fanboy” garcia

believe it or not mickey decided against surprising you in a big way, he was far too tired. when mickey got home to you it was very late at night and he just wanted to hold you. placing his bag quietly down on the edge of the bed, he stripped off his uniform and glances over to you sleeping soundly in bed.

“my love” he whispers softly has you feel him climb into bed with you.

“mickey?” your voice is scratchy then you expected.

“hey baby” he pulls you into his arms. “i’m sorry i took so long” he kisses the side of your head and then your nose.

“i missed you”

“i missed you too, now go back to sleep you can process that i’m here in the morning”

“mmm okay” you feel sleep take hold of you once again as you close your eyes. you think about how mickeys finally home and a warmth spreads across your chest. he’s home with you.

you move your hand to hold mickeys and squeeze it gently before kissing it softly. he chuckles quietly.

“goodnight honey”

❥ javy “coyote” machado

“javy?”

“ta da!” javy stands in the doorway with his arm opened.

“javy!” you shout booking it across the living room into his opened arms. “you’re back so early!”

“i wanted to surprise you of course” he squeezes you tightly and takes in your scent.

“you smelling me again weirdo?”

“..no” you laugh at his hesitation. javy has always had this weird thing about how you smell, he says it’s comforting and he wishes it was a candle that he could light. you call him a weirdo.

“you weirdo!”

“okay okay, yes but i missed you and you smell amazing!” you chuckle at him.

“i missed you too” he pulls away to look at you and moves some hair out of your face to kiss you gently. his kisses always have made you feel weightless. gosh you missed his kisses so much and him i guess.

before you can be completely lost in your own thoughts javy scoops you up to take you to the bedroom so you can show him how much you truly missed his kisses.

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sailor-aviator · 7 months

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I have but a humble request, and that is mister Bob, anyway you’ll give him 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 (yuckosworld)

@yuckosworld ALWAYS. Prepare to gush. Also, gonna go ahead and tag @bobgasm in this for reasons.

You heard the sound of your apartment door open with a small thud followed by muffled laughter. Furrowing your brow, you wandered through the hall and into the living room.

"Bobby?" you call hesitantly. Another thud.

"We're in here, y/n!" Mickey calls. You hurried to the entry way, finding Mickey supporting your boyfriend with Bob's arm thrown over his shoulder so that he didn't fall onto the floor. You rushed over to them, taking Bob's other arm over your own shoulder, and helping guide him into the living room. You and Mickey managed to set him on the couch where his head flopped back, a grin plastered on his face. You turned your attention to Mickey, hands on your hips.

"What happened?" You demanded. Mickey let out a sigh and rubbed a hand over his face.

"Someone accidentally mixed the alcoholic beer with the non-alcoholic stuff. We didn't notice until, well," he trailed off, gesturing to your boyfriend who you now realized was absolutely plastered. You had insisted he go out with the guys that night for some much needed "guy time."

"Accidentally?" you questioned Mickey with a purse of your lips. Mickey shrugged with another defeated sigh.

"Sorry y/n," he said, giving you a sympathetic look. "I brought him home as soon as we realized what happened."

"It's not your fault, Mickey," you sighed. You began waving him towards the door. "You go on home. I've got him."

"You sure?" Mickey asked uncertainly, but you nodded, offering him a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you murmured, looking at your boyfriend who was already staring at you with wonder in his eyes. Mickey said his goodbyes and you heard the latch of the door as he closed it behind himself.

"Oh, Bobby," you cooed, reaching down to run a hand through his soft hair.

"Hi Bugaboo," he slurred, grinning. He reached out his arms towards you, and you complied, straddling him when he pulled you down.

"Missed you s'much," he said as he leaned his forehead against yours.

You hummed as his arms wrapped around you and started stroking the small of your back where your low cut tank top had ridden up. "You weren't even gone that long, baby."

"Was still t'long," he muttered, burying his face into your chest. He nuzzled deeper and you heard him say something into your skin.

"What was that, Bobby?"

"I said," he started, looking up at you from his current position, "that you're always s'soft."

You chuckled, stroking his cheek. "That's very sweet of you, baby."

He nuzzled back into you, letting out a yawn. "S'true."

"C'mon, love," you whispered down into his ear, sending a shiver up his spine. "Let's go to bed, yeah?"

Bob's head shot up from your chest, a wide, mischievous grin slowly spreading across his face. "Yeah?"

You let out another chuckle, shaking your head. "to sleep, baby boy."

Bob pouted, deepening it when you moved to stand up. When you reached out your hand to him, he grabbed it gently and allowed you to pull him up.

"Fine," he huffed, leaning down to bury his face into your neck. He pressed light kisses up from the base and onto your face. He continued to press light kisses all over your face until you were a giggling mess in the middle of the living room. Bob pulled back with another pout when you pushed at his chest lightly.

"Bed, mister," you smiled sweetly up at him. He let out another huff of breath, but then seemed to perk up when he thought of something.

"We can cuddle in bed?" he asked you excitedly, earning another soft giggle from you.

"Of course, Bobby."

Bob practically stumbled his way to your shared bedroom, insisting he was fine to walk on his own and far too excited to hold you in his arms. He'd feel it in the morning, but you'd let him enjoy it now.

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princessphilly · 2 years

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Bov is totally shy in real life but my baby is a freak in the bedroom. I'm telling you, it's always the quiet ones.

You hadn’t had high hopes as you played wing woman. Your friends had found themselves Hangman, Coyote, and Rooster.

You had Bob.

Bob with the glasses and goody two shoes shy demeanor. But you were a good friend and you were going to help your girls get laid.

When Bob offered to take you home, you were grateful. Ubers and Lyfts had become expensive and you didn’t want to walk home in these heels. After dropping you off, you decided to invite Bob in. The night had been good and hell, you wanted to get laid too after all. But you didn’t expect Bob to rise to the occasion.

An hour later, your cunt was gripping his fingers as he pumped them in and out of you. His lips were glistening with your slick, his grunts and moans music to your ears. Your eyes flew open as you felt yourself at the edge again.

“Cum for me like a good girl,” Bob murmurs in his low voice. “Give it to me again.”

You whimper as you start to cum again, this time on Bob’s fingers. Your sounds were sweet music to Bob as well, masculine pride at being able to make you this way. Once you came back, he shyly smiled at you again.

“That’s two. I promised you at least four.”

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jaidens · 8 months

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Then We Kiss, And You Know I Won't Ever Tell, Yeah

pairing [s] : bob floyd x fem!reader

warning [s] : nothing | some suggestive kissing and touching. | [drabble]

a/n [s] : requests are open ! this is horrible, used to be a draft

Bob’s arms flex as he unbuttons the flight suit from his body. You're laying against the messy bed, against one of the many pillows scrolling through Instagram. The loft apartment was only lit up with the city's lights and almost dark sky. Your Bath & Body Works candles are lit, causing the room to smell like one of your favorite smells. “How was work today?” You ask Bob, noticing how his eyebrows are screwed together and he’s tugging off his clothes angrily.

He's left in a white tank top, and boxers before he tugs on a flannel pair of pajamas. They hang low on his hips and he falls to the bed, crawling into your open arms. He groans once he falls into your arms, putting his head into the bend of your neck and shoulder. “Work was horrible. Hangman was on my ass today, I left my clothes in my car, and to make it all better: the air conditioning broke.”

You frown at his words and stroke the back of his head gently, letting him mess with the bottom of your loose tank top. “That must have been horrible, I'm so sorry.” Your hands are running throughout his mop of hair while he mumbles words into your stomach. The light pink tank top is slightly risen to expose the bottom of your stomach. Bob’s lips kiss across the bottom, as his hands fall against your hips.

“Its okay. Just need you, honey. Missed you all day.” Bob's voice is laced with tiredness and need as he lets his hand glide up your tank top and let his hands mess with everything he could. When he would have these spells after work, need and tiredness, he would cling onto you and keep his hands on you at all times he was able to. The Montana accent became thicker and slurred as he kissed against the edge of your cloth shorts.

“Bobby.. lemme treat you tonight. Been working so hard recently.” You say to him and pick up his chin from where he's lying. He nods and sits up, the sound of his back cracking as he does it. Bob has some bruises in some places on his soft skin and you kiss your lips against some risen scars he has.

Bob goes to object, wanting to help you but then lays back when you run your hands through his hair. He's sure it looks crazy after being messed with so much, but he can't find himself to care as he leans into your touch. You gently rub the knots in his shoulders as they start to fall down slowly.

His lips connect with yours, his hand going to the back of your neck and pulling you down. You're sitting on his lap, feeling his hands travel up your thighs to your hips and squeezing and grabbing in some places. Bob is kissing you gently and softly, letting his lips glide against you instead of pushing it on some nights.

The night ends with slow kisses, soft moans, and a whole lot of love shared between you too.

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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Hi, could I request a Bob x Reader blurb that's a mafia themed one? I leave the plot up to you but I would love it if there was something smutty about it, thank you!

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞

𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

"C'mere, doll."

Who are you to deny him?

Oh, that's right. You're the woman he's obsessed with, the one who keeps him reeling all night long at just the thought of your lips around his cock, the one who is always game, the one who's actually not very happy with him right now.

So you don't c'mere, doll. You stay put right where you are across the library, leaving all that mahogany and leather between the tow of you, your eyes swimming with annoyance and your lips frowning.

Bob's raising his brows at you expectantly, one hand stuffed in the pocket of his cashmere trousers while the other holds a fat cigar up to his lips. He's not used to people not listening to him right away; what he's used to is people scrambling to follow his direction before he's even given it.

But you aren't biting. He can tell from that indignant expression on your pretty, pretty face that you aren't even thinking about obeying.

And dammit if that doesn't make all the blood in his thighs rush to the head of his cock.

You stare at him. You're annoyed, honestly, but not angry. You two had a date scheduled, one you bought a slinky new dress for, one that had you watching hair tutorials and buying a new foundation. But at the last minute, Bob had called--claiming duty calls--and effectively cancelled your date in a phone call that lasted less than 5 minutes. Usually, you understood. Usually, you were much more forgiving. He was a well-respected man, a man people feared--but he was your Bobby. And because he was your Bobby, you let yourself get worked into a huff about him cancelling your date. You really wanted to go to that new restaurant, the one he claimed is impossible to get reservations for (except for the Bob Floyd, who would do anything to please his lady and also happens to be the son of Danny Floyd--like the Danny Floyd, don of the mafia). Really, you just wanted to put on your pretty dress and be complimented and doted on. Really, you just wanted to eat filet mignon with the man you love and then go home and fuck his brains out. And then maybe open up a bottle of that nice red wine you like so much.

But he hadn't even come home until ten minutes ago, well into the wee hours of the morning. And when he came through the heavy French doors of the library where you've been perched on the sofa waiting for him, he merely pressed a chaste kiss to your head and slumped on the couch to light up a Cuban stogie.

"Thought I said c'mere," Bob says, blowing that thick white smoke from his bitten lips as he tilts his head at you. "Deaf or somethin', baby doll?"

He stares at you. He knows you're upset--you're not exactly one that can hide your emotions, especially when they're because of him. You're in a fantastic dress, one that he would love to run his hands over and then promptly rip off your body, and there are still heels strapped to your feet. You've even painted your nails and done your hair up real nice. He knows, just from looking at you, that you put time and effort into getting ready for the date that he cancelled on a short phone call. He really didn't want to--it was something that was out of his control--but duty really did call.

"Make me," you taunt, completely serious. You're not smiling, there is no playful glint in your eyes. You mean it. You won't come to him unless he makes you.

And boy if that doesn't make his heart rate speed up.

But Bob can play it cool, even if he knows the night will end with him between your legs, coaxing you into summing one more time, doll, c'mon--I know you can do it. So he leans back further into the couch, not breaking his eyes from yours.

Even at the end of the day, a day that dotted his shirtsleeves with blood and caused a whole lot of trouble for his family, he still looks fucking gorgeous. His hair mussed from his fingers running through it, his eyes drooping with exhaustion, his cheeks sunken in slightly. There's that delicious amount of scruff on his cheeks, which he usually keeps well-groomed.

He finishes his entire cigar, stubbing it out when it's merely a butt. And you stand there, watching him watching you, neither of you speaking.

But then he stands up, rolling the sleeves of his button-up to his elbows, and fixes you with a look that makes your knees weak.

"Want me to make you, doll? Or you wanna listen real good so we can both get what we want?"

You shiver, but hold strong.

"What I wanted was to eat steak tonight and have you take this dress off me," you snark.

He smiles.

"I can make one of those things happen," he says.

You bite a smirk, refusing to give in.

"Freezer's empty," you say absently, raising your brows.

"Shame," he says lowly, slowly crossing the room to where you're standing with wobbling knees. "Guess I'll just have to do the other thing, then, huh?"

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bradshawsbaby · 8 months

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Ooh, I love these cozy prompts! How about "did we fall asleep?" "i think we did.." for either Bob or Rhett x Honeybee - your choice! ☺️

Thank you for sending one in, my friend! I decided to go with our dear Bobby for this one 🥰

It had been a long week of work for both you and Bob, and the two of you had been looking forward to a weekend of uninterrupted alone time for days. Between Bob’s long hours on North Island and all the extra shifts you had been picking up for the sake of your wedding budget, you and your fiancé had been like two ships passing in the night for what felt like ages.

But this weekend, the stars had aligned perfectly. You and Bob both had off, and you were determined to make every moment count. It wasn’t going to be about wedding planning stuff either—you had assured him of that. All you wanted to do was spend some quality time with your favorite guy. Bob always went above and beyond to show you how much he loved you, so you had taken it upon yourself to go above and beyond planning every little detail of this weekend.

Tonight, you had a reservation at one of your favorite restaurants in La Jolla, the restaurant where you and Bob had gone for your third date—which also happened to be the night you shared your first real kiss. Then tomorrow, the two of you would be spending the afternoon at the San Diego Natural History Museum—you loved seeing your sweet fiancé’s eyes light up as he walked through his favorite exhibits—followed by a picnic in Balboa Park. And as for the rest of the weekend—well, you hadn’t just purchased several new lingerie sets for nothing.

You were buzzing with excitement as you began packing up and getting ready to leave work, pulling out your phone and sending a quick message to Bob, even though you knew he might not see it for a while yet.

I’m so excited for tonight! I have a date with a really cute aviator 😉 Hope he likes me!

You were pleasantly surprised when your phone buzzed only a moment later, and you smiled as you opened his reply.

Oh, trust me, he doesn’t just like you. He LOVES you! I can’t wait! See you soon, sweetheart ♥️

As fate would have it, you got stuck in a bit of traffic on your way home, which meant that you and Bob ended up pulling into your driveway at the same time. Dropping your things on the ground, you launched yourself into your fiancé’s open arms and smothered him with kisses, knocking his glasses askew in your excitement.

Bob chuckled in that shy way of his, his cheeks and ears turning red, which made your heart warm with love for him.

“You’d think I’d been gone for a few months instead of just a few hours,” he grinned, keeping his large arms pressed against your back as he dropped a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“I just missed you,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and gazing up at him.

Affection blazed in Bob’s eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours and nodded slowly. He knew you weren’t just talking about today.

“It’s been a long week,” he sighed, keeping one arm wrapped around your waist as he bent to pick up your things with his other hand and led you to the front door of your modest home, the first one you’d shared together. “Thank goodness it’s finally Friday.”

You sighed softly as well, letting out a loud yawn as you unlocked the door and stepped inside. “I know, I’m exhausted.” Glancing at the clock, you noted, “We have some time before we have to start getting ready for dinner. Why don’t we just rest our eyes for a little bit?”

“This is why I love you,” Bob laughed, lifting you into his arms bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom.

The two of you giggled happily as you nestled together on top of the blankets, still in your work clothes, and closed your eyes, figuring a nice twenty minutes of laying horizontally would restore some of your energy.

When you opened your eyes again, the bedroom was shrouded in darkness and you had no idea what day it was.

Fumbling around in the dark, you reached out for your phone, bumping your snoozing fiancé in the process. When you saw the date and time blaring across your phone screen, your stomach sank.

Groaning beside you, Bob sat up slowly, looking equally confused as he blinked a few times. Turning to look at you, he ran a hand through his hair and tried to bite back a yawn.

“Did we—did we fall asleep?”

“I think we did,” you nodded, glancing down at your rumpled work clothes. “Oh, Bobby, our reservation!”

It was already two hours past your reservation time, and you had two missed calls from the restaurant.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Bob assured you, sitting up more so that he could take you into his arms and press a comforting kiss to your shoulder. “We can go another time.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think that we would—”

Bob shushed you with a kiss, running his fingers through your hair and holding you close. “I don’t care about the reservation,” he whispered against your lips. “I just want to be with you. And holding you right here, in our bed, after the longest week known to man feels like a pretty good way to start the weekend to me.”

Smiling, you snuggled up against his chest and relaxed. “I love you so much, you know that?”

“I know it,” he replied softly, rubbing your back. “I love you, too.”

cozy and content prompts

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missathlete31 · 7 months

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Just A Scratch- Part 1

A dramatic angsty Hannix prompt:

Warnings: Phoenix is put into an uncomfortable and unwanted position at the bar so please be wary if anything like that sounds triggering to you.

It all happens so quickly. One minute Phoenix is heading over to Penny to get a round of drinks at the bar and the next second she is being pushed up against the panel-sided wall by a drunk man who's hands find the swell of her ass like they have a homing beacon. Before she can even react he is there, in her space and getting closer, face showcasing a smugness in the way he leers confidently down at her. She's been hit on before of course, and usually reacts better, but something about it happening at the Hard Deck of all places, an establishment that has become like a second home for all the Daggers, puts Natasha in such shock that she can only stare back at the man unmoving.

"Well aren’t you a sight” the man speaks; his breath hot on her ear as he somehow seems to come even closer into her personal space. Natasha can’t contain her shiver, her unease palpable as her mind screams at her to push him off and get out of there and yet her body stays put. It’s not like she’s drunk; Phoenix was the last of the Daggers to arrive and hadn’t even managed to get a drink yet but somehow she is as frozen as a deer in headlights as this stranger gives her ass another squeeze with a grin.

Her lack of fight emboldens the drunken man. Perhaps he is mistaking it for her being interested although from the way he has her virtually trapped against the far wall of the bar, Natasha has a feeling he is the type of predator that enjoys making his prey feel ensnared. She raises a hand and tries to push back, finding enough of herself to recognize she needs out of this situation immediately, but the man bats her attempts at escape away with a chuckle. “If you want to get handsy baby, I suggest we go some place a little more private.”

“Let me go” it’s the first Natasha has spoken and she would be embarrassed by the lack of power in her voice if she wasn’t so freaked out by the whole situation. The man shakes his head with a condescending look, almost as though he finds the female aviator adorable. “Oh sweetie, don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya-“

“I said-“ her voice raises as she pushes against the man’s chest again to try and find a path to escape, “let me go.”

“But we are having so much fun” one more squeeze to her butt and then the man is moving to cradle her face, framing the stands of hair that fall over her face. Natasha opted to wear civilian clothes with her hair down today, a decision she regrets as the man in front of her continues to show her no respect. She knows this sort of thing wouldn’t happen if she was in uniform, remembering all the times she’s been called a frigid stick up the ass when she told men no in her khakis. Channeling that power, that strength that she possess when she wears her Lieutenant bars and soon to be Lieutenant Commander if Maverick is right about the ceremony at the end of the month, Natasha gives another push, harder to the point the man actually stumbles a step. He isn’t deterred, merely smiling as he shifts a lock of her hair behind her ear and dares to kiss the spot of skin he removed it from. “Beautiful and a little feisty, my favorite combination-“

“Then you’ll love me” a voice announces and it would be comical how fast the drunk man’s head snaps up at the sound if the whole circumstances wasn’t so scary. Phoenix turns as well, finally feeling a moment of calm as she notices Hangman of all people have come over, his eyes assessing the situation quickly and picking up on her unease. He’s wearing his khakis’ as usual, one of the few Daggers to still dress in regulation despite being on their mandated month of leave. The military Ken doll look works on him though, usually combined with his infuriating smirk and winking sea green eyes. That’s not who stands in front of Phoenix right now though, the flirty and playful Jake gone, replaced with the stone cold killer that Nat only sees on missions. Tonight, Hangman looks livid, lips thin and eyes narrowed as he stares at the man holding Natasha hostage with a glare that would make smarter men run for the hills. The drunk doesn’t seem fazed though, or perhaps he has a death wish, because instead of backing off the man just scoffs Seresin’s way, “Find your own bitch” he warns, sparing Jake no more as he pushes back into Natasha’s body, a bulge in his pants hitting her hip and making this state of affairs a hell of a lot more real.

The pressure only last a second before the drunken man is ripped away from Phoenix and sent careening to the ground the other way. Before the female aviator can even process what is happening, Jake is in front of her, the expression on his face concerned though his eyes still look murderous. “Are you alright?” he asks immediately, his gaze scanning her for injuries while his hands hover without touching. Natasha knows she owes Jake some kind of thank you for saving her but something about Hangman being the one to see her so vulnerable and scared makes Phoenix raise her defenses, the defenses she should have had up from the beginning so she could have fought off the strange man herself. With embarrassment crippling her, she tries to roll her eyes, "I didn't need your help" she comments quickly, hurrying to hide the fluster off her face from the speed of the assault she just endured.

Jake barely blinks at her attitude, eyes still staring, still assessing, "But are you o-“ he’s cut off when suddenly a bottle breaks over his head, sending Hangman stumbling down to one knee from the force of the blow as glass rains all around them. Nat looks up to see her predator coming back, the other half of the broken bottle in his shaking hands, “you’re mine” he states, anger now in his tone from this delay in his conquest. He moves to take another step, but Hangman is up to the task, lunging up and tackling the man away from Phoenix once more.

The altercation has gained the whole bars attention at this point. The music of the piano cut away as everything descends into chaos. Natasha can see Jake land a punch before he is flipped over and lost in the movement of bodies converging on the two fighting men.

Phoenix is yanked immediately away from the wall and the fighting by Payback, who as the tallest of the group is able to spot her quickly as the other Daggers join the fight to back up Seresin. He deposits her over to Halo and Bob, a move that normally would anger Natasha for being ‘handled’ but she is still so shocked by the turn of events that she allows her friends to all but cocoon her in their safety. Pulled over to the side and out of the scuffle, Phoenix is able to watch as the men of her squadron rip the drunken man away from their teammate and throw him towards a corner booth. The man is bleeding from his nose and a split lip, and yet still he tries to fight his way away. Luckily the Daggers seem too formidable for him to overcome and they manage to box him in to the cushion, an image so similar to what the man did to her that Phoenix has to look away. She hears vaguely as Penny yells the police are on their way but Natasha’s attention soon becomes fixated on her savior. Jake is getting clear of the melee, Javy helping him over to a barstool, as blood covers the left side of his head and continues to trickle. Before she even thinks about it, Nat is moving, startling Bob and Callie with how quickly she is heading towards the bar top.

Just as she arrives Rooster is coming over too, handing Jake a towel to hold pressure as Javy runs to get ice. She watches Jake wince the minute the fabric hits his cut, the white of the cotton turning red quickly like it’s already done Seresin’s hair and skin. Natasha isn’t squeamish but the image is more than off-putting especially because it is her fault that the man is hurt anyway. Jake rubs his other hand along his jaw, showcasing the beginning of a bruise no doubt from a punch in the brawl.

Beside the injured aviator, Rooster lets out a long breath, “Penny is asking for an ambulance, just sit tight man-“

“Not needed” Jake moves to shake his head, and then as though thinking better of it, refrains. “I’m fine” though the way he teeters even while seated negates his entire argument. Bradshaw opens his mouth to argue but Nat beats him to it.

“Jake-“ Phoenix manages, because calling him Bagman right now feels wrong, “Oh god Jake-“ before she can say more, both men turn to look at her, wearing identical looks of concerns.

“Nat you alright?” Bradley asks at the same moment that Jake tries to stand and ask the same thing. Rooster pushes him back towards the barstool with barely any pressure, before turning to the female pilot again, “did he hurt you?” the mustached man asks.

“No, I’m fine. But, Jake he- God, I’m so sorry-“

“None of this is your fault Phoenix” Hangman answers, earning a look of approval from Bradley for not allowing Natasha to even try to feel any guilt for the night’s events.

“But- but your head-“

“A cheap shot, it’s nothing” though they can all see the wince when Jake tries to move the towel off. Bradley stands closer, looking over the top of Jake’s head, and giving a long whistle, “I think you’re going to need stitches Seresin” he shares gravely.

“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch.”

“A scratch that is ruining all your clothes right now” Bradley points out, emphasizing the now bloody collar of Jake’s khaki’s. It’s said with exasperation and concern, both Bradshaw and Seresin embracing the new level of friendship they had managed to reach after the success of the mission.

“Head wounds bleed a lot” the blonde reasons dismissively, “I’m good.”

“Yeah too good to be true right?”

Before Jake can reply to Bradshaw with his normal quips, Penny arrives, motherly concern on full display as she shuffles Jake towards the office where she keeps her first aid kit. Javy follows the pair, the four shots the man already had during the night making him more of a hindrance than a help, but still they manage. With Hangman gone, Natasha feels cold, not liking the man being out of her sight especially with him being so hurt because of her. As though he can read her mind, Bradley moves closer to Phoenix’s side, not touching her but providing comfort by making sure to block her from the view of her assaulter and the view of Jake’s blood on the floor.

Bob arrives with a glass of water, kind enough not to comment when Natasha’s hands shake when she grips it. Her WSO knows her better at this point than to ask her if she is okay, instead offering her a kind voice, “do you need anything?” he asks.

She shakes her head, “I’m good” she manages, naturally thinking of Jake with that choice of words and cursing herself when her lip wobbles with emotions. Bob, sensing all, places a gentle hand on her forearm “the minute he saw that man get in your space he was off” the bespectacled man supplies.

“What?”

“Hangman, I don’t think I ever seen him so worried. He didn’t even wait for Rooster or Coyote, he just barged on over to get to you.”

“Well you know how he likes to play savior” she murmurs though she hates herself for even saying those words out loud.

Bob eyes her for a moment, reading her mind like he always seems able to do, before shaking his head. “You know better than that” he speaks sadly, disappointment evident. “When I first met you all I thought you both were-“ he stops, pausing to follow Nat’s eyes that can’t seem to help but follow to the back room that Jake has left to go to. “You should talk to him. He- He’s not quite what I thought” Bob decides to share, squeezing his pilot’s arm one last time before giving her a moment.

Phoenix lets out a shaky breath. Its information she can’t process right now, not with the smells of the drunken man’s cologne and Hangman’s blood still under her nose. She wishes she could dismiss Bob’s observation as being misinterpreted but Natasha knows it’s not fair to Bob or Jake. In truth, she’s known Jake Seresin for a decade and though the man has been a thorn in her side, he’s also always been an ally. He’s pushed her harder than any other pilot or teacher ever has, and never looked down on her for being a woman like some of the other men has. In all honesty, if the turf war between him and Bradshaw hadn’t forced Natasha to pick a side, Phoenix knows Jake would be one of her closest friends, maybe even more at this point. They always had a good relationship, a give and take that kept things interesting and fun. She also isn’t blind; able to admit that Jake looks as good as he claims. Could it be that Jake feels the same way? Bob seems to imply as much, and the man’s deductions have been nothing but right since the day she met her WSO in the bar before the mission.

Natasha’s eyes turn back to the office door at the end of the hallway. The door is still closed and Nat knows that somewhere inside Jake is probably still bleeding because of her; hurting because of her. She wants to get to him, to thank him, to apologize, to hold his hand every time he wants to wince from the pain she has caused him. In the span of a few minutes Phoenix realizes that she cares for Jake Seresin, in ways that disguised itself as friendship and camaraderie but feels so much more now. She takes a few steps forward, ready to throw caution to the wind and just be there for the man, when the door flies open and a frantic Coyote runs out. His hands are red with Jake’s blood and the fear in his eyes are enough to almost stop Nat’s heart right there. “SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE” he screams, shocking the room silent, “NOW!”

And then everything descends back into chaos.

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sebsxphia · 7 months

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Bob Floyd remembered the first time he laid eyes on you.

In fact he remembered it so clearly, it was burned behind his eyelids for what he thought, would be the rest of his life. When he closed his eyes at night that’s all he saw.

You in that pretty red dress.

You came bounding into his home bar in Lemoore, with what some would describe as a spring in your step. You grabbed your friends wrist and screamed over the music, “Come on, Eileen! This is your song!”

Your voice and laughter bubbled over to Bob and he swore he felt his own red heart skip a beat, before racing with double time.

It may have been your friends song that night, but as Bob delicately took your hand to the dance floor of your wedding for your first dance, and as the notes began to, “Come on Eileen” you both knew then and there, it was forever going to be your song. Together.

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thebirdandthebee · 2 years

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I saw that your requests are open so I have one!!! So for context reader is southern af and gets along with hangman because of it, but is dating bob and he gets jealous. Maybe a little angst and fluff?? Thank youuu

Thanks for sending this in!

Don't Touch My Boots

word count: 1.3kish

Bob Floyd was not Jake Seresin.

He knew that, Jake knew that, and anyone who interacted with either of them for any length of time could easily put that together.

Jake was tan skin, cocky smiles and sharp edges that women liked to test the sharpness of at the risk of injury.

Bob was knowing eyes, rounded shoulders and always gave the benefit of the doubt. They were all qualities that attracted you to him in the first place.

Though Jake was a feast for the eyes, Bob was handsome in a way that radiated comfort and stability - two things that made him irrevocably sexy in your eyes.

You did, however, have a lot in common with Jake. With him hailing from Texas and you from southern Oklahoma, there were just so many things you could chat about when the team got together. Your order at Buc-ees, how much better Austin is than Houston and college football.

“It was a fluke and it will remain a fluke because the Sooners are a dynasty,” you argued, a beer in your hand as you and Jake went at it yet again - your finger threatening to poke a hole through his collarbone.

 “Just take the loss, sweetheart, chalk it up to skill,” Jake defended his beloved Longhorns. He’d get bragging rights this year.

“I swear on Brent Venables and the entire O-line, we’ve got next year by two touchdowns,” she threatened, holding up two fingers. Jake laughed, tapping his beer against hers and taking the bet. They continued on, sharing a loveseat on the deck at Penny’s where a big handful of aviators and crew were enjoying an evening drink with the ocean backdrop.

Bob watched on, half-heartedly listening as Phoenix re-told a story he had heard a hundred times before to the rest of the group. He trusted you inherently - that was a given. But you and Jake shared something he didn’t.

That, and Jake wasn’t always shy about the way he looked at you. Like tonight, Bob’s blue eyes had clocked the way Jake’s line of sight traveled up from your low-slung cowboy boots to the frayed hem of your jean shorts. You had draped one of Bob’s button-downs over your bare shoulders with a white tank top just sheer enough that he could make out the lace of your bra.

Bob could smell the coconut lotion you had lathered on before leaving your apartment earlier in the evening. And while it helped that Bob was the one to rub the shea butter into your skin, he knew Jake wouldn’t mind seeing how soft your skin was, either. His grip on his beer tightened, condensation rolling across his knuckles.

Sure he was grateful you got along with his team, given how much time you spent together, but he wouldn’t mind a bit more distance between the two of you.

His eyes cut back toward the two of you as Jake tugged the loop of your boot, pulling it up into his lap, continuing whatever he was talking about. He watched as you gave the blonde an unimpressed look, but smiled nonetheless as you rolled your eyes.

“They’re purely decoration!” Bob overheard Jake tease.

“We’re in San Diego, Seresin, did you think I was gonna break out my Tecovas?” She asked, giving him shit right back.

“Oh, Tecovas, I see,” Jake said, implying to Bob that Tecovas were some kind of fancy boot.

“Shut it, they were a gift!” He watched you laugh.

“Would hate for you to get sand in your Tecovas,” Jake put his hands up. You punched him in the shoulder.

“You’re such a fuckin’ cowboy,” you huffed.

“American made,” he winked, leaning back in the seat and draping his arm across the back of it before taking another pull of his beer. His fingertips dangled just above your bare shoulder where Bob’s shirt had slid off.

“You’re the worst,” you said, putting your hand on his knee to hoist yourself off the seat. “And the Longhorns still suck,” you stuck out your tongue at him. Bob watched as you neared, but his eyes were on Jake. The blonde took another drink and watched you walk away. “Jake Seresin an absolute clown,” you greeted, sliding your hands across Bob’s midsection and hugging him to you.

“We know,” Phoenix agreed, happily accepting you into the little group that surrounded a high top.

“Havin’ fun?” Bob asked quietly, jealousy clawing up his neck.

“I always have fun with you, Bobby,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “But I might be a little fun’d out,” you could feel a yawn coming on. It was getting late and you both were scheduled for early mornings.

Bob gladly downed the last inch of his drink before setting his glass on the table.

“See ya,” Jake called, using two fingers to point at his eyes before doing the same to you. “I’ll be watching you, Sooner.”

“Later, Longhorn!” You waved him off, sliding your hand down into one of Bob’s back pockets to give him a playful squeeze. Bob held your car door open for you before running around to drop into the driver’s seat. “You’re staying over, right?” You asked Bob, who promptly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“You want me to?” He asked, starting the car.

 “‘Course I do,” you replied, leaning over to press a small kiss just at the corner of his mouth.

The drive back to your rental wasn’t long and Bob quickly disrobed for bed, hanging his clothes up so they wouldn’t be rumpled for work tomorrow. He watched as you got undressed down a simple pair of cotton panties before pulling his shirt back on and hooking two buttons near your breasts.

You crawled into bed, immediately curing into Bob’s side and hooking a leg over his.

“Bobby, your glasses,” you frowned, reaching up to gently take them from his face, folding them gingerly and setting them atop the ledge of your headboard. “So handsome,” you cooed, stretching up to kiss him gently.

Bob chased the kiss, a hand sliding down your side to hold you against him.

“Can I ask you something?” He prompted.

“Anything,” you replied, looking up at him in a way that made him think he could conquer the world.

“Do you wish I was… I don’t know, that we had more in common?” He asked, drawing a frown from you.

“We have lots in common,” you insisted, nuzzling into his shoulder, “what do you mean?” you pressed.

“I just - I don’t know, I see the way you and Jake talk and - and I wonder maybe -” He had cringed at his own insecurity. “Maybe if I was a little more like him…” he trailed off.

“Then what?” You asked.

“I’m sorry, forget I asked, it was dumb,” he blurted, a blush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

“Bobby,” you frowned, sitting up and swinging a leg over his lap. You grabbed his hands, placing them on your thighs. “I love you,” you reminded. “Cowboys like Jake are a dime a dozen in the South.” You waved your hand. “If I wanted a cowboy, I would have planted myself in Ardmore and found one.” You slid your hands up his stomach to his chest. “Yeah we can talk football and ranch life, but you’re the man I want to come home to every day.” You leaned forward to kiss the corner of his mouth again and watched as his throat bobbed. “I’m gonna be your wife and the mother of your children,” you elaborated. “Jake’s just going to be the guy we invite over to watch the game,” you said with finality.

“Don’t like him touching your boots,” Bob murmured.

“Next time he does, I’ll kick him right in the shin,” you promised.

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mothdruid · 2 years

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my beloved! Congrats on 2k I'm so proud of you and you deserve every single one plus more!

can I pls have ❛ i’m planning to turn you into a dripping mess. ❜ with Bob ♡♡

Some Plan

pairing: robert 'bob' floyd x fem!reader

summary: bob catches you relaxing on the couch after a hot day. little do you know, he has a plan to execute

wc: 850+

warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, oral sex (m to f), vaginal fingering

The sound of the AC filled the air as you laid out on the couch. It had been a long humid day, making the cool air of your house more enjoyable. As soon as you walked into the house you stripped down to just your undergarments. And that was exactly how Bob found you when he got home. Out stretched on the couch with nothing but your bra and panties on you.

Bob felt a twitch from his trousers briefly as he looked at you. Bob thanked whatever higher power there was every night, thanking them for bringing you into his life. And moments like this made it even better.

“Hey.” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Your elbows propped you up while you turned to look at him. A small rose dusting graced his cheeks which made your heart flutter.

“Oh, hey! I didn’t hear you come in.” A soft smile was what you gave him as he removed his shoes. Bob set them on the shoe mat before coming over to you. You sat up cross legged on the couch while he kneeled in front of you on the couch. “How was work earlier?”

Bob took your hand in his own, pressing his lips to it hastily before answering you. “It was good.” Bob rested his cheek on your thigh, looking up at you through his glasses. “But my day is better now.”

He looked so submissive like this, looking up at you on his knees. Bob had a tendency to be gentler most of the time. But on occasion he wasn’t. Something inside you clenched, making you shift slightly. Bob raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner. “What’s wrong babe?” A heat rose to your cheeks at his words.

“I’m not sure if I’d say anything is wrong.” You brought a hand to his face, brushing your fingertips of his rose dusted cheeks. That’s when Bob caught on, noticing the way you were shifting.

“Oh.” Bob lifted his head up, a devious look covering his facial features. You watched as he adjusted how he was sitting. His hands gripped your ankles, pulling your legs out of the crossed position. A gasp passed your lips at the sudden motion. You eased back into the couch as Bob’s hand snuck up to the waistband of your panties.

“What are you planning on doing?” You asked, your pussy fluttering in anticipation.

“I'm planning to turn you into a dripping mess.” In one swift motion your panties were off, legs resting on Bob’s shoulders. Bob brought his hands back up to your waist, helping shift you down the cushion. You were almost hanging off the edge of the couch as Bob pressed kisses on the inside of your thighs.

“That’s quite the plan.” You breathed out, preparing yourself for his touch. A wet trail of kisses lead Bob to your cunt. He sat there for a moment, taking in your scent. Your scent had always driven him crazy, making his dick twitch like crazy. Bob let out a soft moan before licking a stripe between your folds.

You propped yourself up on elbows. One set of your fingers threaded through his chestnut locks as you watched him. Bob started with a few faint licks at you before completely diving in. His tongue flicked against your clit wildly. He brought one arm around your waist, using his fingers to hold you open. He pulled back and took a few laps from your entrance to your clit. “You taste so good.”

Bob spit at your cunt before he latched onto you. He sucked on your clit moaning against you. You arched your back once he started shaking his head back and forth. A tightness had already started forming in your abdomen while he continued. Bob lapped at you a few more times before dragging his tongue to your entrance. His tongue pushed inside of you, making you moan and arch your back.

“Ah! Bob!” Your fingers tightened in his hair as moans poured from your lips. The fingers holding your folds open snaked down, pressing against your clit. Bob circled his index and middle fingers around your clit. His tongue pushed in and out of you, the coil in your abdomen becoming impossibly tight.

The coil broke, your climax crashing down on you. Pleasure coursing through you as a mix of Bob’s name and moans tumbled out of you. Bob kept sending waves of pleasure through you, the circles on your clit not letting up. “That’s it, that’s it baby.” Bob encouraged you through your orgasm.

After a moment his mouth and fingers left you, letting you steady yourself. Bob pressed soft kisses to your hips and thighs. You felt his thumb rub small circles on your thigh. You tugged softly at his hair, trying to get him to move up to you. Bob got up off the floor to sit down on the couch next to you. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as the two of you rested there.

“That was some plan.” Bob snickered at your comment.

“Glad I could impress.”

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laracrofted · 1 year

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happy birthdayyyyy may I please I request “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not responsible for what happens next.” for my love Bob? (love me a good man going feral)

i also love a good man going feral, and since i know my audience (aka you, dear), i had to throw in a little whiny bob 🫡

warnings: minors dni, explicit sexual content (oral, sex), swearing, bob floyd in powder blue (deserves a warning), alcohol, not proofread. bob x fem!reader.

Pete Mitchell and Penny Benjamin get married on a warm Saturday evening at the end of April.

It is a beautiful service — all whites and creams and pastel blues – and very well-attended.

Every important Naval Admiral is here, even Admiral Simpson, who supposedly doesn’t even like Captain Mitchell. He lurks near the champagne all night, making eyes at the woman who came with him, a pretty young thing in a backless periwinkle dress.

And not a dry eye in the house when Maverick mentions Goose and Carole Bradshaw in the speech at the reception.

Goose would’ve owed Carole $100 tonight. He never thought I’d settle down, but Carole always had a sixth sense about me. She always knew. And I know Goose is looking down on us and thinking, damn, Pete, Penny Benjamin?

It is a moving speech about friendship and fate and the love that comes back you for a second, even third time against all odds.

You barely hear a word.

You should probably be more ashamed than you are.

But Robbie is in a beautiful powder blue suit that brings out the deep shade in his eyes, crinkled with laughter from a joke that Maverick cracked. He looks so damn handsome in the golden glow of the pink and orange sunset.

You’re so in love with him. You can hardly breathe.

Damn damn damn.

Out of the corner of his eye, Robbie catches you watching him. A dimple carves out in his cheek as Robbie bites down on an adorable smile.

He finds your hand under the table. Leans over to brush his lips against the shell of your ear, breath warm with champagne.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that, and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

Champagne fizzes in your bloodstream, making you bold. You reach across him for another canapé and accidentally brush your whole chest against his arm.

“And what happens next, Robbie?”

He swallows hard, eyelids fluttering closed.

Luckily, Pete Mitchell and Penny Benjamin wanted a destination wedding and wanted the reception to be in the ball room on the second level of the hotel.

You probably couldn’t have last a whole drive back home. You barely make it back to the room.

“You look so beautiful. This dress…”

Robbie guides the zipper down, leaving a kiss along your spine with every pull, and helps you step out of the dress. He drapes the fabric over his arm and carefully puts it on a hanger in the closet to prevent any wrinkles. Sweet man.

His gaze sweeps over the pale blue lingerie and the matching heels, and Robbie drinks you in, gripping your chin with gentle fingers and pulling you in for a kiss that leaves you wanting more, so much more.

“Get on the bed.”

You do.

He shrugs off his suit jacket and rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows, exposing his forearms. You sigh.

He has great forearms.

You reach down to unbuckle the heels, but Robbie stills your palm. He lifts your hand and kisses along your knuckles, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes.

“I like them. Leave them on.”

Fully clothed, Robbie kneels down in those nice slacks and pulls you to the edge of the mattress, lifting your legs over his shoulders and sighing against you.

His next kiss is pressed to the damp spot in the lace, now a dark blue under his attention. His tongue dips underneath the side of the fabric and licks at the seam of you, and Robbie moans.

"God... Taste so good."

You come three times on his eager tongue before Robbie turns you loose, mouth shining with you.

You sink down on him in one move, soaking wet now, and Robbie whines, unconsciously canting his hips into you, pushing even deeper. You'll never forget that beautiful sound.

He comes with a broken whine too.

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aestheticpearl · 2 years

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— (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞) 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] bob floyd

“so this is a routine thing you do every night before i get home?” bob questions looking up as you apply the moisturizer under his eyes. he loves spending his time with you in anyway he could, even if that meant doing your skincare routine on him and yourself at the same time.

“mhm” you hum to him as you rub in the product onto his already soft skin. “seem like you don’t need to do it as much since your skin is already perfect” he laughs at you and it’s your favorite sound to hear, like christmas bells when you were a child.

“i think my skin is far from perfect, i think is gets a little too oily”

“oh i have a product for that!” you check through your line up of skincare and grab a serum and start applying it to his forehead. bob’s staring at you again with that stupid look on his face for the fifth time tonight.

“sugar bear you are staring again” you bite back a smile while squishing his cheeks together.

“i’m just awestruck that you’re mine” he moves your hands off his face by gently tugging your wrist and pulls you down for a soft kiss.

“you can’t say stuff like that while i’m doing my skincare, i get too flushed” you can feel your face grow hot and you know it’ll stay like that for about a minute or so.

“just sayin’ how i feel that’s all” you straddle his lap and continue to apply the product on his face and his hands wonder find your waist. “i love you y’know”

“i know honey, i love you too” he kisses you again before you continue. “hey now you rascal, do you want your face to be fresh and soft or not?”

“right right, i apologize for interrupting you with my needy acts of love” you giggle at him and he smiles fondly at you, your smile is one of his favorite things about you.

“one more and that’s it until i finish your skincare” he kisses you deeply without hesitation.

“deal” your face flushes again.

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sailor-aviator · 6 months

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Sooooo I have an idea about Bob and Bunny. Bob and bunny cooking, like how he said he’d teach her, I imagine that somehow she gets food on her face. Maybe it’s spaghetti sauce or like pie filling, but I see Bob wiping it off her cheek and then licking it off his finger. Just fluffy kinda smutty/steamy kitchen antics with Bob and Bunny

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"Then you wanna mix the ingredients like this," Bob told you, guiding your hands so that they mixed the pie filling gently. He stood behind you, chest pressed lightly against your back. His arms caged you in, but instead of feeling trapped, you felt oddly comforted. The brush of his skin on yours sent goosebumps rippling up your arms, and you suppressed a shudder.

"Are you feeling okay?"

You jumped, knocking the spoon against the bowl and sending the contents flying every which way. You hadn't expected him to lean down that close, breath fanning over your cheeks in a way that had you feeling slightly light-headed, and you felt your cheeks flush as you realized that your blunder now had custard hanging from Bob's cabinets.

"I'm so sorry," you rushed out, moving to grab a dish towel and begin cleaning, but his hand on your wrist stopped you. He pulled you back, trapping your hands in between your bodies as he gazed down at you. You stared back at him with bated breath, eyes fluttering as he leaned back in. His thumb came up to brush your cheek, scooping a dollop of custard that had landed there. You watched as he raised his thumb up, sucking on the pad of it with a hum.

"So sweet, " he murmured, eyes never leaving yours. He smirked as you let out a small gasp, cheeks turning an even more vibrant red at his words. He let go of you, stepping back and turning towards the bowl. "I think we still have enough filling to make the pie."

He shot you a wink.

"You wanna taste, Bunny?"

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babyonboardfloyd · 1 year

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morning after | robert 'bob' floyd

pairing: robert floyd x f!reader (almost no descriptions of reader besides tiny hair mention)

warnings: teensiest tiniest allusion to sex, mentions of alcohol, and almost zero proof-reading

inspired by truly, madly, deeply by one direction lol

robert floyd didn’t do one night stands. it wasn’t his thing. he wasn’t the type to get drunk at the hard deck and take the pretty girl home from the bar, like hangman always did. he wasn’t the type to flirt with the stranger that had caught his eye and ask to buy her a drink. he liked to play the long game. admire from a distance, form a friendship, let feelings develop naturally.

that was until he saw you. he had seen you behind the bar of the hard deck one night, your smile radiant as you handed a patron their beer. bob couldn’t help magnetic draw he felt to you. shocking everyone around him, including himself, bob stood up from his stool by the pool table, brushed the peanut shells from his lap, and made his way over to where you stood.

you looked up from where you were now wiping down the bar top, eyes meeting his blue ones behind his huge glasses.

“what can i get for ya?” you asked the bespectacled stranger.

“nothing. um, i -uh, hi. my name is robert and i -uh never do this but you are gorgeous and i just needed to tell you that ma’am”

the blush that crept over your face was burning red as you smiled and introduced yourself back, bashfully accepting his compliment. the rest of the night flew by as robert stayed up at the bar, the two of you laughing and talking all night. even after your shift was over, you remained to have a drink with the man. one thing led to another and bob found himself waking up the next morning, his long limbs tangled in yours, and you breathing softly next to him in your bed.

bob’s heart soared out of his chest. you looked so angelic laying there, the early morning sun peaking through the blinds and falling gently on your cheeks. he reached out and brushed a stray hair away from your forehead, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your face.

you stirred in his arms and blinked up slowly at the man you took home from the bar. in your sleepy haze, you saw a faint look of concern behind his eyes, which you mirrored, worrying he regretted coming home with you.

he spoke gently, hand still gently playing with your hair, “i want you to know that i don’t normally do this, i -uh, i don’t do one night stands. i like to take a girl out a few times, be a gentleman, ya know?,” he laughed once, “and i -uh, obviously we missed a few steps, and i know we only met last night, but i like you, a lot, and i’d love to get to know you even better, take you out tonight.”

still coming fully to consciousness, his words leave you speechless, a gentle blush creeping over your cheeks. your silence sends panic rushing into bob’s mind, and he stammers out, “and i -uh, i totally understand if this was just, like, a one night thing and you -uh, you didn’t feel anything and that didn’t mean anything. i totally get that.”

again, you didn’t say anything, but instead you leaned into the man laying next to you and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. he kissed you back immediately, you could feel the sincerity in his kiss.

“so, uh, does this mean you’ll go out with me?”

you giggle lightly at his question, “yes, robby, i’d love to. and for the record, i don’t do one night stands either, i felt something too.”

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