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say-al0e · 6 months

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Rating: PG

Summary: As your back seater, you trusted Bob with your life. He was the one person you could tell anything. He cared enough to listen and did what he could to ease your anxiety. He knows something's wrong but he couldn't imagine the birdstrike made you consider feelings you thought were better left buried. [Ft. "It's you, it's always been you, it always will be you." + "I'm so in love with you and you don't even notice." "...you're in love with me?" Requested by Anon ages ago - sorry!] Warnings: Anxiety, mentions of work related injury (birdstrike), brief mention of sexism in the workplace. Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x fem!Reader (Pilot!Reader) Word Count: 3.8k Top Gun Taglist | Top Gun Masterlist

Robert Floyd knew what it was like to be anxious. He spent his fair share of days in a suspended state of fight or flight, really only relaxed when he was in the air - a contradiction, he knew, but being strapped into his seat with nothing but the blue expanse of sky stretching before him was comforting in a way he couldn’t quite understand.

Anxiety was something he knew all too well but he knew you, too. Over the years, Bob had learned to read you better than the most well-loved book on his shelf. The little tells that everyone else missed - the downward curve of your mouth, the slump of your shoulders, the uneven measure of your breathing - never escaped his notice.

It was easy to guess that the measure of comfort, the ease with which he read you, came from your proximity. As your back seater, Bob spent more time with you than anyone else. He was trained to notice things, to anticipate the next move, to read a few lines ahead, and you - your moods, your tells, your general being - were at the top of the list of things he noticed.

For better or for worse, good day or bad, Bob could tell with a single look.

There was no hiding from Bob, not that you even tried anymore, and there was never any surprise that he saw the signs of your anxiety immediately.

The moment you stepped into his room - fingers trembling, lashes fluttering as you blinked just a little too quick, breath coming in a little too shallow - he knew. There was no point in trying to hide it, no use in pretending that it was anything other than anxiety. Bob could see right through you by now.

Way back when, when he first realized that you were just as anxious as him and lived in that same state of suspended fight or flight, he’d asked what helped.

For Bob, it was music. Very few people knew he enjoyed playing guitar - even fewer had ever heard him play to know that he was good at it - but when he found himself lost in thought, crippled by an anxiety that left him nauseous, he took a few moments to sit and strum away. His vinyl collection remained back home, waiting for the day he moved into a place that he could really make his own, but when playing guitar didn’t work, he still turned on the playlist he made specifically for moments of anxiety and let himself get lost in the music.

Bob remembered the look on your face when you admitted that you had no idea. That frown - a little confused, curious as to why he even asked; a lot upset, crushed that you had no idea how to help yourself after spending your life almost hyper independent - and the way you nearly refused to meet his eyes, intently staring at the stained carpet of his bedroom floor, remained seared into his memory.

Before him, there’d been no one to acknowledge your feelings. Growing up, you were always the tough one. In the Naval Academy, and at Top Gun, you pushed yourself to be the best - eager to be taken seriously in a world dominated by men. Outwardly, everyone saw you as the strong one; the one that was capable of pushing through, no matter the circumstances.

Before him, no one cared enough to truly look and see beyond the facade. If they noticed, no one ever really cared enough to try and help. Before him, each time you felt anxious - chest aching, lungs tight, heart racing, skin prickling - you isolated yourself.

Dealing with the problem on your own was easier when there was no additional disappointment caused by another’s apathy.

Bob, however, cared.

If you told him that isolation really helped - truly meant it, really needed time alone to gather yourself, to pick apart the pieces of your panic and put yourself back together again - he would’ve gladly given you space. But that wasn’t the case and Bob knew that.

At first, he had no idea how to help, but he knew that leaving you alone wasn’t the way too go about things. No matter how hard you tried to push him away - something he was thankful you no longer tried to do.

And after a great deal of trial and error, he helped you figure out what worked best.

Instead of allowing you to step further inside, Bob was on his feet and reaching for his keys and jacket the second he caught sight of your face. He could see the glass of your eyes, the far-off stare as you willed yourself not to fall apart. And despite the blistering heat outside, he could see the way shivers racked your body.

Without a second thought, he draped the soft fabric over your shoulders. It was light but it served as a weight against your skin, a sort of tether to reality, as he guided you out of his room.

Warmth bled from his palms, seeped through the fabric and into your skin as he placed a hand at the middle of your back, and his mouth curved into a soft frown as you leaned into the touch. It wasn’t as exceedingly rare as it seemed that first time - way back when, before Bob knew whether your partnership would work, before he was comfortable enough with you as a friend to really allow himself to fall for you - but you really only leaned in like that when you were so far in your head that he wondered just what sent you spiraling.

Bob wasted no time wondering, however. “C’mon,” he urged gently, voice quiet and soft in a way it always seemed to go in moments like this. “Let’s go for a drive.”

As he guided you out of the building, he kept closer than he usually stood - only a fraction of an inch between you, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his body and the shivers racking yours - and squeezed your shoulder gently as he opened the passenger door. Soft brown eyes, wide and searching, met yours as you climbed in.

When you offered him the ghost of a smile, watery and in no way reaching your eyes, he returned it as best as he could - encouraging, soft, easy - and mumbled a quiet, “It’s okay,” before rounding the vehicle.

There was no need to ask where he was taking you. This had become an increasingly regular occurrence - a byproduct of the stress of work and life, family and all their endless frustration, all settling heavy on your chest - so you wrapped the soft fabric of his sweatshirt tighter around your body. The warmth mattered little, even as Bob turned on the heat despite his own discomfort, as you inhaled deeply.

The jacket smelled of him - the soft, clean scent of his shampoo; the woody, citrus scent of his cologne; acrid jet fuel, achingly familiar, that managed to permeate every item either of you owned - and it calmed your heart, if only slightly. Though it was light, the added weight helped, pressed on your shoulders and eased the tremors in your limbs, as Bob slowly maneuvered the streets.

Doe eyes flickered between you and the road occasionally, soft brown reflecting orange streetlights and glittering with a concern you only really saw directed at you. Bob cared about a lot of things - his friends, his family, his job - and was anxious about even more. But he really only worried about you these days.

Bob never voiced it aloud, never said it in so many words, but you knew. Everyone knew. There was very little fragile about you - he knew that, had seen you take charge on more than one occasion; regularly watched you hold your own with men like Hangman, men who somehow managed to be worse than Hangman ever thought about being - but he still worried.

Outwardly, the pair of you could’t seem anymore different. Bob relegated himself to the shadows, allowed the world to spin without throwing himself right into the center of it all. You never sought attention but, somehow, always seemed to garner it without so much as the blink of an eye. Not that he blamed anyone for focusing on you, he was guilty of it, too, most days.

But he knew that you shared more similarities than differences.

Long years, left out and forgotten, invisible to nearly everyone else; less than stellar childhoods, spent building fantasies that had yet to come to pass as a means of protecting yourselves; years of service, marked by exemplary records and commendations, even through relative silence.

If anyone could really understand what you felt, the anxiety that all too often plagued you, the root of what really kept you up at night, it was Bob.

As buildings rushed by, passed in a blur of shadows and orange streetlights, you busied yourself with a fraying thread at the cuff of his jacket. Though silence was not unusual, this was heavier than normal - nearly suffocating, without the usual comfort, lacking the distinct feeling of home that so often came with spending time together - but breaking it was the last thing on either of your minds.

Bob would never push, would never make you speak before you were ready, and knew that you were one of the few who truly appreciated his ability to remain a quiet, steady force as he navigated the familiar course through town.

The beach wasn’t a place either of you frequented - sun and sand and a preening Hangman didn’t top either of your lists of favorite things - and before being stationed in California, he could count on one hand the number of times he’d stepped foot on one. There wasn’t really much there for either of you but Bob had discovered one thing about the beach that managed to help your anxiety.

Sitting in the sand, cloaked in the soft light of the moon, as you listened to the crashing of waves made it easier for you to catch your breath. Watching the twinkling lights of distant stars, planets, passing planes - sometimes pointing them out, others just watching in silence - brought your heart rate down and stopped the tingling in the tips of your fingers.

Neither of you expected the beach to be the place you found solace but Bob had no intention of questioning something that helped you return to yourself.

Arriving at the beach meant following a familiar routine. Bob parked, grabbed an oversized towel from the backseat floorboard, and spared you a final cursory glance before climbing out to open your door for you. He guided you, with a hand at the middle of your back - always so respectful, always careful not to dip too low - along the wooden path down to the sand before stopping and helping you remove your shoes.

When you settled in the sand, close enough to the water to feel the occasional spray of sea air but far enough ashore to remain out of reach, he always returned his full attention to you.

Sometimes, Bob asked if you wanted to talk. He never pushed, was never one to swear getting whatever it was off your chest would make you feel better - he knew from experience that it wouldn’t, not always -, but he always offered to listen. However, more often than not, you refused his request with one of your own.

“Can you talk? Doesn’t really matter what you say.”

The words were always spoken softly, nearly lost in the crashing of waves, but this was routine now. It didn’t really matter if he heard the words or not, he could see the request in the curve of your mouth - in the way your eyes glittered with unshed tears as you glanced at him from beneath your lashes.

That request was always followed by an even quieter, “Your voice helps.” While Bob wasn’t known for being the most talkative, he swore he’d spend the rest of his life speaking, just for you.

When you first made that request, he nearly asked you why. His voice wasn’t one people sought out, wasn’t one people cared to pay much attention to. But for some reason, you seemed to find comfort in it - in him - and the thought warmed his heart more than he cared to admit.

Bob never really let himself think too much about any of it, though, not where you were concerned. If he allowed himself that indulgence, he knew it would be glaringly obvious how he felt. There would be no denying just how deep his feelings for you ran, no denying that he’d known about those feelings since that first night at the beach. But most of all, there would be no denying that he was desperate to do anything and everything to make you happy.

There wasn’t a world in which Bob could see you returning his feelings - not just because of your jobs, not just because your lives were so thoroughly intertwined at this point that your inevitable rejection would destroy the effortless working relationship you’d built - so he kept them buried down deep.

It didn’t help to know that he wasn’t the only one who’d found you immediately alluring. Still, he’d witnessed you turn down Fanboy, Rooster, and Hangman in rapid succession - something that dashed any remaining sliver of hope that you could ever want him.

Regardless, the more time he spent with you, the better he got to know you, the deeper his feelings ran. You allowed him to catch glimpses that no one else ever got the privilege of seeing, allowed him a look at the inner workings of your mind. You let your guard down around him, gave him an intimate look at the person behind the bravado you felt necessary to survive in this world, and he was grateful for every glimpse.

As desperate as he sometimes felt to put a little distance between you outside of the cockpit, Bob knew that he couldn’t stand it. Not when he was the one you turned to, not when you seemed to find such comfort in him. So, he did as you asked.

“My grandma called this morning,” he began, voice quiet so as to avoid shattering the peace that surrounded you both. “She said it snowed yesterday and threatened to hang up on me when I told her it’s been seventy-five and sunny here every day.”

From the corner of his eye, Bob could see the ghost of a smile lift the corner of your mouth. A soft exhale, something that resembled quiet laughter, escaped and he began to smile a little himself. You’d had the joy of meeting his grandmother on her last visit - asked about her just as often as she asked about you - and loved to hear stories of her more than anything.

“The neighbor’s cows got into her yard again, trampled what was left of her flowers. Mr. Abbott, down the road, said he’d come fix her fence when the snow clears so it won’t happen again and his wife promised to help replant her flowers so she’s not too upset, I guess.”

Bob held his breath as you shifted closer, rested your head on his shoulder and hummed thoughtfully, but willed his heartbeat to remain steady as he swallowed. “Lizzy’s supposed to have her baby in a few weeks. She told me to tell you thanks for the gift.”

Another soft hum, this one a little more lively than the last, reverberated through his skin as you acknowledged his sister’s gratitude. “Glad she liked it.”

“Think she’s got pretty much everything she could need now. Can barely get in the baby’s room,” he confided, laughing lightly as he glanced out at the still ocean. “Grandma said they’re gonna have to store some stuff at her house, until they need it.”

A brief quiet fell over the pair of you then as you attempted to focus on your breathing while Bob made a conscious effort to keep his hands from shaking as he dusted sand from his palms. This was in no way new. In fact, he should’ve expected it - the quiet, the close proximity, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose as you attempted to gather yourself - but it managed to shock him to his core every single time it happened.

Though a small part of him wanted to linger, to allow you the time to speak when you were ready, he couldn’t help himself as he asked, “What’s on your mind?”

Bob waited patiently as you considered your answer, waited with few expectations as you weighed the words carefully in an attempt to decide just how honest you wanted to be. He expected many things - a lament of how hard you’d all been training, a huff at how difficult Hangman had been, a roll of your eyes as you mentioned your mother’s latest tirade - but he felt a sort of mild surprise when you answered.

“The birdstrike.” He was the person you let in the most, the person you allowed a glimpse beyond your tough facade, but the birdstrike was something neither of you spoke of.

Nearly two weeks had passed since the incident, one that saw you both ejecting in the middle of training - one that left you with a concussion and Bob with a bruised rib - and he’d assumed you were planning to avoid speaking about it. There’d been a tense moment in the hospital, one in which you’d shared a wordless conversation, and that was that.

Really, though, he should’ve known better.

“What about it?” He wasn’t one to press, not really, but he felt the need to ask as you began drawing nonsensical patterns in the sand at your side.

“I… I know it was just a freak accident. It happens. But I was just… I was afraid,” you admitted, voice quiet over the rush of the ocean. “I was afraid of what would happen to us, to you. I didn’t,” you paused then, taking a moment to inhale a shaking breath as you gathered your thoughts. “I didn’t want that to be the end. And I know I should’ve been thinking about something more important in that moment, like my family or the future or something, but the only thing I could think about was the fact that I’m so in love with you and you don’t even notice.”

For a moment, Bob feared the exhaustion he was beginning to feel had caught up with him. There was no way he heard what he thought he did. There was no planet on which you returned his feelings, no timeline in which it made sense for you to love him, too, but the words echoed loud and clear in his ears.

To know that you’d spent that moment thinking of him, wondering if he reciprocated your feelings, simultaneously eased the ache in his chest and sent his heart rate soaring. It was difficult to do much more than blink, to flounder as he searched for something comforting to say, and he ultimately landed on the obvious.

“…you’re in love with me?” The question was high-pitched, edging on hysterical, but Bob couldn’t bring himself to care very much as he tipped his head to glance at you.

There was a faraway look in your eyes as you glanced out at the ocean, a deliberate attempt to keep from meeting his eyes, as you hummed. “Yeah.” It was defeated, quiet, almost resigned as you made a thoughtful noise. “You make it so hard to be anything but in love with you.”

Robert Floyd had been called many things in his lifetime; quiet, odd, difficult. Lovable was never a word he’d encountered. His mouth opened and closed several times in search of the right words to say, something that would adequately portray his own feelings, but all he seemed to be capable of was a disbelieving, “I… no one’s ever said anything like that to me.”

“That’s always so surprising to me,” you revealed, still refusing to glance in his direction, though he was certain you could feel the rapid beat of his heart. “It’s you. It’s been you from the moment we met and I’m starting to think it will always be you. I realized it before then and I know that this is probably a terrible thing, being in love with you when our lives are so intertwined. If you don’t…” You trailed off, pausing for a moment to gather yourself, before you cleared your throat. “If you don’t feel the same, work might be weird. Or if you do and something happens later on, it might ruin what we have. I’ve thought about it for a while, whether I should say something, and after that I just… Maybe I shouldn’t have but I figured you deserved to know.”

Those were fears Bob had, too, reasons he’d kept his own feelings to himself as he realized you’d likely be assigned a new back seater and your time together would be cut in half, but knowing that you felt the same made it difficult for him to continue upholding that line of logic.

There was always a chance that you’d be separated - that you’d be sent in different directions, across the world from one another. To refuse to act on feelings that he now knew you shared out of fear for the unknown no longer seemed like the best course of action.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, poetic words that he could share to assure you he felt the same way, but nothing felt right. The only action he felt capable of in that moment was reaching out to cup your cheek. With your head tipped in his direction, eyes half-lidded in exhaustion, he leaned in to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he confessed, voice soft as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I have been for a while. There are a thousand ways this can go wrong,” he acknowledged, “but that doesn’t feel like it matters when you love me, too.”

“Can we worry about the future tomorrow? Right now, I just want to be in love.”

Bob knew that the conversation was one you’d have to have sooner rather than later but he was glad to grant your request. The future was uncertain but one thing he knew now, clear as day, was that his love was not unrequited and that was enough to get through the night.

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Author's Note: I started this ages ago but I finally finished it. Slowly but surely. Maybe I'll finish a few more requests before the end of the year!

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thebirdandthebee · 2 years

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✨ thebirdandthebee Masterlist ✨

welcome to my master list! more often than not, my work has smut, so please be warned. 18+ is the preference here. I write primarily for Top Gun: Maverick and Hulu’s The Bear, though this could change in the future.

Top Gun

Imagine Me & You: A Jake Seresin Fic

Intro: Red Bottoms, Blue Box

Chapter 1: French 75

Chapter 2: Making Headway

Chapter 3: Mouth Breather

Chapter 4: Hot Sauce

Chapter 5: Come Back, Be Here

Chapter 6: A Dream

Chapter 7: Pump the Brakes

Chapter 8: Size 6

One Shots

Wrong About Bob (18+) Bob Floyd

Don’t Touch My Boots Bob Floyd ft. Coveting Hangman

In A Twist (18+) Bob Floyd

Aw Honey Honey (18+) Jake Seresin

Act Accordingly Bradley Bradshaw

Call Him Daddy (18+) Bradley Bradshaw

Mighty Fine (18+) Bradley Bradshaw

The Bear

Easy As: A Carmen Berzatto Universe

This series is not in chronological order and can be read as separate one-shots

Boka / Sugar Mama / Irish Spring / Pastina / Grasshoppers / Call V / Manscape / Salt n Vinegar / Webbing / Roommate / Tasting / Patrick Kane / Tostones / Biceps / Bleachers / Funny Valentine / Hushpuppies / Drew Barrymore / Smoke / Dancing Bears / All Yours / Dog Pile / Facts are Facts / Spring Break / Imposter / Cast / Baby Broccoli / Tips / Sous / Beard / Mush

Standalone Carmen Blurbs

Pregnancy Fluff

Post-Birth Fluff

Jealous Carmen 18+

Cuddling Carmen

Babymoon Smut 18+

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jungle-angel · 2 months

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As The Water Rises (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Ancient Rome AU where you take care of Bob after a long day

Notes: This is for the lovely @bradshawsbaby, my friend I've been reading SVAA lately and I LOVE IT!!!! I wanted to surprise you with this because it's all I had been thinking about for a while (lol). I do apologize for any spelling mishaps too my friend, I'm terrible with it sometimes.

Warnings: SMUT, sex, references to slavery etc. (ft. Coyote, Roman name Latranis and others)

Tagging: @bradshawsbaby @floydsmuse

You were eager to go and meet Hrodebert, just as you always had, every day when the meetings at The Forum ended. You bid farewell to Sabina and Phoenix, walking with purpose through the marketplace, saying hello to some of the shopkeepers and statesmen who often found their way through there.

Your sandals flapped on the cobbled path that ran through the alleys until you came to those huge, imposing steps and the equally imposing façade of the building, held up by pillars as though they were the arms of Atlas himself......The Forum.

You found Hrodebert sitting on the steps, a grimace on his face and his head in his hand. You knew he hadn't been himself lately, but this clearly wasn't himself at all.

"Hrodebert?" you queried, tentatively sitting beside him.

He looked up at you with his soft blue eyes, a pained expression on his face. "M'so tired," he mumbled.

You scooted closer to him as he put his arms around you, letting his cheek rest on the crown of your head. You only realized how tired he truly was when you heard the gurgling of his belly, a sign that he must not have eaten anything since waking up.

"You didn't eat anything today, did you?" you asked him.

He shook his head.

You kissed his lips, uncaring of who saw you or who had chosen to make faces at the two of you. "Come on now," you said, helping him to his feet. "Lets go get something to eat and then we'll relax. I'm sure the bathhouses are open."

You led Hrodebert to one of the places, a little hole-in-the-wall thermopolium that sold hot food day and night. You and Hrodebert were starving, the smells of all the barbecuing meat, fish and spices wafting from the kitchens.

Your old friend, Latranis, the owner of the place, came and brought you everything you needed, letting you know it was on the house. The two of you ate your fill but left him a little something anyways, knowing that these days, good business was often hard to come by.

Off to the bathhouses you went, knowing that Latranis would probably be dropping by again later. Even after having come here for so long, you had forgotten how steamy, humid and sticky it could really be in here. But oh was it heaven after a long day.

You helped Hrodebert strip off his toga, his whole body aching, as you hung the cloth up on the hooks in the little niche. You yourself, stripped off your clothes and hung them with his, the both of you storing your sandals in a safe place for when you were done.

"You're too good to me," he mumbled, taking your hand in his.

You kissed his cheek, making him go red from his face all the way down to his chest. "You took care of me my love," you said, the pad of your thumb gently brushing his chin. "And now it's my turn."

Hrodebert gently pulled you towards a little tunnel into the halls that led to the caldariums. No one really batted an eyelash, thinking you were merely the slave girl to the son of a high ranking senator. Of course they hadn't really been wrong. It had started out that way when you and Hrodebert first met. You had been a mere girl taken from your tribe in Gaul, nearly sold to an old whorring wretch who would have surely had his way with you had it not been for Iosephus, Hrodebert's father. He too had known what it was like to be a slave, a Germanic general taken from his own people and forced to fight in the Coliseum for the sole entertainment of others. He had fought for his freedom.......fought and won.....the same as he had done for you and for his freeborn sons and daughters.

In you went with him, amazed at the sight of the room that lay before you with all its beautifully carved statues in the wall niches, the bathing pools and the cascades of vines and climbing flowers that made the place worthy enough for the gods themselves to enter.

Hrodebert lay right down on a towel laden wood table, his head resting on the tops of his hands while you straddled his towel covered butt. You could almost feel the aches and pains in the soft ripples of his muscles, strong but tired. Into your hands from one of the jars, you poured a coin sized drop of the Balm Of Gilead, an ointment you had bartered numerous times for in the markets for Gallus and Carnifex to use after a fight. You rubbed it right into his muscles, putting your palms and the balls of your hands into it to get those wretched kinks out.

"Oooooh right there my sweet......right there....." he moaned happily. "Ooooh fuck......feels so fuckin good....."

You chuckled a little as you kept rubbing it in, delighting in his happy little moans. You bent your head to kiss the freckles on his back, no doubt the marks of the sun from his days as a child and teenager, running around the streets of Alexandria with his brothers and sisters.

You were a little nervous as you braced yourself against one of the pillars, digging into his back with the heels of your feet and hearing his pleasurable groans as he told you everything about his day. God, you were both in heaven.....sheer, utter heaven.

Right into the steaming baths you went, floating about and relaxing on the brick steps that led down into the pool. You kissed your fiance's lips, rubbing your noses together, happy and content in your surroundings with just the two of you.

"Methinks you're gonna need a haircut soon," you chuckled.

"Oh am I now?" he said, smiling wryly into the kiss.

You laughed a little as your kissing deepened, slow at first, but growing more desperate and needy as Hrodebert tried to slip his tongue over your lips. He drew a moan from your mouth as he gently pulled you onto his lap, the water doing most of the work. Your fingers tangled in his wet hair at the nape of his neck, gently brushing against the shell of his ear.

Hrodebert sighed into your mouth as he trailed from your lips all along your jaw, his fingertips gently brushing against the black armband tattoo on your bicep, the ink all connected in swirls and knots, a mark of the tribe you had once belonged to.

You moaned as you felt his arousal growing between your legs, his big hands firmly and steadily gripping your hips to keep you from floating away. You reveled in the feeling of his hot breath going down your sternum and all along your naked breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples that had grown hard and pointed.

"So fuckin gorgeous," he mumbled in between kisses. "Can't wait to make you my wife.....see all those bitchy matrons get all jealous....."

You clenched your legs around him as you felt his cock stiffening inside you, your hips and his rocking together in a steady rhythm as he guided you up and down on his cock.

"C'mon sweetheart....." he urged. "C'mon......come for me.....c'mon, I know you have it in you....."

You felt his hips stuttering against yours, your head falling back and Hrodebert's hands firmly gripping you as you both came at the same time. Whether it was the steam or the relaxing hot water, your head fell against his shoulder, the two of you panting from the effort.

"My love you're amazing," he said with a sleepy smile, kissing your lips sweetly.

You smiled, gently brushing your fingertip against his button nose, tracing over his lips before returning the kiss.

"AW YEAH!!!!! GET IT!!!! GET IT!!!!!"

You and Hrodebert jumped at the sudden yelling, the hoots and hollers of three of your friends emitting from behind the pillars. Gallus, Carnifex and Latranis showed themselves a moment later with only a white towel around each of their waists, laughing, hollering and making lewd hip thrusts.

"Look at you making babies before you're married!" Latranis exclaimed.

"Didn't think you had it in you my man!" Carnifex laughed.

"I'm gonna have to try that now," Gallus remarked.

"OUT!!!!!! OUT!! YOU SLIMY, SKEEVY BASTARDS!!!!" Hrodebert thundered, chucking one of his sandals at them.

"Ow, fuck you!" Gallus laughed when the sandal slapped against his arm.

"Already did you sick pig!" Hrodebert retorted. "Gods! I can't believe you fucking idiots were watching us!"

"We heard you both coming down the halls," Carnifex told him.

Hrodebert groaned in annoyance but he couldn't ignore the laughing look on your face. "What?" he queried, giving you the side eye.

"I'm not saying anything," you giggled.

Hrodebert kissed you again, littering your cheek with his sweet pecks. "Don't worry my sweet," you told him. "If anything they'll get what's coming when they drop by the house for dinner."

"What'd you do?" he asked.

"Lets just say, I left your mother an extra basket of dried prunes to be stewed and served at dinner," you answered, wiggling your eyebrows.

Hrodebert laughed a little, knowing the three morons would be in for it later and if they ever dared do it again, they'd be served the same dish at your wedding.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #ancient rome au #si vis amari ama #thank you bradshawsbaby for letting me do this

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roosterforme · 1 year

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roosterforme's fic challenge #love is in the air tgm

Let's celebrate Valentine's Day the Top Gun way! Choose a love song, any love song that you want, and write a fic about one or more of our favorite Top Gun characters!

Rules:

Please use the #love is in the air tgm hashtag!!!

Once you have your song selected (first come, first served, no duplicates), please send me an ask letting me know which song and character(s) you want to write about. If your song is not listed below, just let me know what you want with your ask and I’ll add it (within reason, of course). If your song has been claimed already, I'll let you know so you can choose another one

You can use the song in the fic however you would like. Use it as the title, use some lyrics, have the song playing in the background, anything you want!

Minimum word count: 1k

There is no real time limit, but please try to post around Valentine's Day, or during the month of February.

Please make sure you tag me (or send me a message) when you post your story so I don’t miss it. I can’t wait to read and reblog!

Please reblog and share this with anyone who may want to participate

If you’re under 18, do not submit or read smut

Songs are listed after the cut:

If you don't see a song you like, send me an ask and I will add it for you!

Current Playlist:

1 @familyvideostevie Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye (Bradley)

2 @semperhuggs Perfect by Ed Sheeran (Jake)

3 @bradshawsbitch You're My Best Friend by Queen (Bob)

4 @gretagerwigsmuse Everlasting Love by Love Affair (Bradley)

5 @bradshawsbaby My Girl by The Temptations (Hannix)

6 @wkndwlff Slow Dancing by Aly & AJ (Jake)

7 @beyondthesefourwalls Wildflowers & Wine by Marcus King (Bradley)

8 @roosterforme Hello, I Love You by The Doors (Bradley)

9 @hangmanbrainrot At Last by Etta James (Jake)

10 @cherrycola27 Desire by U2 (Bradley)

11 @theharddeck Yours by Russell Dickerson (Jake)

12 @bradshawsbaby Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli (Bradley)

13 @wildbornsiren Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis (Bob)

14 @thedroneranger Talk You Out of It by Florida Georgia Line (Jake)

15 @whisperofsong Late Night Talking by Harry Styles (Jake)

16 @mothdruid Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars (Javy)

17 @sometimesanalice Like I Can by Sam Smith (Bradley)

18 @little-wiseone Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding (Jake)

19 @bolaurel You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes (Bradley)

20 @high-bi-imgonnacry Next Thing You Know by Jordan Davis (Jake)

21 @thedroneranger Kind of Love We Make by Luke Combs (Bradley)

22 @cherrycola27 Burning Up by the Jonas Brothers (Jake)

23 @laracrofted Delicate by Taylor Swift (Bob)

24 @beyondthesefourwalls The Good I’ll Do by Zach Bryan (Jake)

25 @cherrycola27 Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez (Bradley)

26 @blackwidownat2814 All of Me by John Legend (Jake)

27 @godsfavoritebabe Endless Love by Luther Vandross (Bradley)

28 @cassiemitchell Friends Don’t by Maddie and Tae (Jake)

29 @sylviebell Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift (Rooster x Phoenix)

30 @madsnowstorm Beyond by Leon Bridges ft Luke Combs (Jake)

31 @jynxmirage If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys (Bradley)

32 @bussyslayer333 Lovefool by The Cardigans (Bob)

33 @desert-fern La Dah Dee by Cody Simpson (Jake)

34 @cassiemitchell Worldwide by Big Time Rush (Bradley)

35 @jynxmirage Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton (Jake)

36 @desert-fern Dandelions by Ruth B (Natasha)

37 @avaleineandafryingpan Like My Father by Jax (Bob)

38 @roosters-girl Just What I Needed by The Cars (Bradley)

39 @hangmanstigerlily Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (Jake)

40 @call-sign-shark Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer (Mav)

41 @myfaveficrecs I'll Make Love to You by Boyz II Men (Bradley)

42 @roosterforme The Kind of Girl I Could Love by The Monkees (Bob)

43 @rae-gar-targaryen This Old Heart of Mine by the Isley Brothers (Mickey)

44 @shrimping-for-all Letters by Why Don’t We (Bradley)

45 @bradshawsbitch Secret Love Song by Little Mix (Natasha)

46 @floyd-luvr About You by The 1975 (Bob)

47 @floyd-luvr Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (Bradley)

48 @semperhuggs Need You Tonight by INXS (IceMav)

49 @nocapesdahling You Send Me by Sam Cooke (Jake)

50 @nocapesdahling By Your Side by Sade (Bradley)

51 @ssprayberrythings Black and White by Niall Horan (Jake)

52 @daughterofautumn All You Need Is Love by The Beatles (Mickey)

53 @daughterofautumn Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA (Bob)

54 @callsignseagull I love you by JP Saxe (Jake)

55 @gennyanydots Untouched by The Veronicas (Bradley)

56 @gennyanydots Here In Your Arms by Hellogoodbye (Bob)

57 @thebirdandthebee Congratulations by Mac Miller (Bradley)

58 @endofdays56 Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx (Bob)

59 @notroosterbradshaw These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding (Bradley)

60 @avengers-fixation I Don't Wanna Set the World On Fire by VoicePlay (Jake)

61 @amysteryspot I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston (Bradley)

62 @beyondthesefourwalls I Don't Love You Like I Used To by John Legend (Javy)

63 @valhallaas Love Me Tender by Elvis (Jake)

64 @daughterofautumn Your Body Is a Wonderland by John Mayer (Mickey)

65 @hangmans-wingman I Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith (Jake)

66 @tongue-like-a-razor Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden (Bradley)

67 @tongue-like-a-razor I Wish It Would Rain Down by Phil Collins (Jake)

68 @hurricanerex666 Kiss Goodnight by I Don't Know How But They Found Me (Bradley)

69 @roosterbruiser Fruits of My Labor by Lucinda Williams (Jake)

Songs You May Want To Use:

At Last by Etta James

Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer

Desire by U2

Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye

Just What I Needed by The Cars

You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes

Late Night Talking by Harry Styles

I'll Make Love To You Boyz II Men

Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis

Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli

Beautiful Stranger by Madonna

Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

Lovefool by The Cardigans

Best I Ever Had by Drake

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Love Story by Taylor Swift

All You Need Is Love by The Beatles

Need You Tonight by INXS

I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston

All Of Me by John Legend

Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars

My Girl by The Temptations

#love is in the air tgm #top gun fanfiction #top gun fandom

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numberonenat · 7 months

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i asked chat gpt to make a playlist based on each one of the obey me characters…

>> PART 2!!! <<

here's part 1 and 3: the brothers / the side characters

diavolo:

"kings and queens" by 30 seconds to mars

"hail to the king" by avenged sevenfold

"demons" by imagine dragons

"hall of fame" by the script ft. will.i.am

"power" by kanye west

"emperor's new clothes" by panic! at the disco

"my songs know what you did in the dark (light em up)" by fall out boy

"radioactive" by imagine dragons

"glory and gore" by lorde

"god's gonna cut you down" by johnny cash

"believer" by imagine dragons

"throne" by bring me the horizon

"can't hold us" by macklemore & ryan lewis ft. ray dalton

"sail" by AWOLNATION

"the man" by taylor swift

barbatos:

"smooth operator" by sade

"uptown funk" by mark ronson ft. bruno mars

"one more time" by daft punk

"careless whisper" by george michael

"every breath you take" by the police

"superstition" by stevie wonder

"fly me to the moon" by frank sinatra

"feeling good" by michael bublé

"just the two of us" by bill withers ft. grover washington jr.

"easy" by lionel richie

"can't stop the feeling!" by justin timberlake

"i want to hold your hand" by the beatles

"smooth" by santana ft. rob thomas

"i will always love you" by whitney houston

"at last" by etta james

solomon:

"imagine" by john lennon

"bohemian rhapsody" by queen

"wish you were here" by pink floyd

"stairway to heaven" by led zeppelin

"magic" by coldplay

"karma police" by radiohead

"black magic woman" by santana

"time" by pink floyd

"riders on the storm" by the doors

"lucy in the sky with diamonds" by the beatles

"i put a spell on you" by nina simone

"paint it black" by the rolling stones

"losing my religion" by R.E.M.

"sultans of swing" by dire straits

"sympathy for the devil" by the rolling stones

simeon:

"angels" by robbie williams

"halo" by beyoncé

"you raise me up" by josh groban

"i will always love you" by whitney houston

"lean on me" by bill Withers

"un-break my heart" by toni braxton

"wind beneath my wings" by bette midler

"in the arms of an angel" by sarah mclachlan

"true colors" by cyndi lauper

"hero" by mariah carey

"i believe i can fly" by r. kelly

"heaven" by bryan adams

"a thousand years" by christina perri

"you're beautiful" by james blunt

"i can see clearly now" by johnny nash

luke:

"pocketful of sunshine" by natasha bedingfield

"here comes the sun" by the beatles

"walking on sunshine" by katrina and the waves

"happy" by pharrell williams

"rainbow connection" by kermit the frog

"ain't no mountain high enough" by marvin gaye & tammi terrell

"all star" by smash mouth

"don't worry, be happy" by bobby mcferrin

"three little birds" by bob marley & the wailers

"i just can't wait to be king" from the lion king

"best day of my life" by american authors

"count on me" by bruno mars

"i'm yours" by jason mraz

"walking on air" by katy perry

"sing" by pentatonix

barbatos with michael bublé, frank sinatra and george michael is a vibe honestly lol BUT THEN THERES THE JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE TROLLS SONG WTF LMAO

i love doing this is so funny

i'm probably doing a part 3 !!!

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me!#om!#om! nightbringer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #chat gpt #chatgpt

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themorriganwitch · 1 year

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Top Gun: Maverick Masterlist

Hey dear, thanks for checking my blog out.

If you have any Blurb / One Shot requests, feel free to send them via the Link in my Bio

This Blog is 18+, so minors do not interact.

Masterlist Key

💗 - fluff

⚡️ - sad / dramatic / emotional

⭐️ - angst

‼️ - smut

💛 - headcanons

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Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

💗‼️ Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw NSFW Alphabet

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💗⚡️ Never alone - Bradley Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader / Summary: Bradley finds you curled up on you living room floor. He comforts you after your body issues and Ed got the best of you (check Trigger Warning)

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💗⚡️/ The way I loved you - Bradley Bradshaw x f!reader/ Jake Seresin x f!reader/ Summary: Fic inspired by the way I loved you by Taylor Swift. You and Rooster are friends - or more? And Jake Seresin is your Ex- or isn’t he?

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‼️ The Bronco Sex Diaries - Bradley Bradshaw x f!reader / Summary: a couple of drinks at the hard deck make your boyfriend absolutely insatiable for you. Bradley just wished that Hangman would not have witnessed the two of you

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⚡️/ Up in the sky - Bradley Bradshaw x Carole Bradshaw / Summary: The first time Bradley Bradshaw saw his dad after he died.

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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

‼️💗Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin NSFW Alphabet

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‼️ Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin NSFW Audios

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‼️Three are never too much - Jake Seresin x Reader ft. Bradley Bradshaw / Summary: Bradley takes part in Jakes Fantasy to be watched as he fucks his wife

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‼️Welcome Home, Lieutenant - Jake Seresin x Reader / Summary: Your boyfriend just came back from his deployment and you found a way to thank him for his service

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On going Series:

💗‼️⚡️The Au Pair Diaries - Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake Seresin was in desperate need for an au pair for his twin daughters. What he did not expect was to fall in love with the 23 year old girl who is absolutely forbidden but now lives next to his bedroom.

Part 1 , Part 2

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Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell

Coming soon

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Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Coming soon

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Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace

‼️/ Pretty Girl - Natasha Trace x girlfriend!reader / Summary: Nothing, just some porn for our fav girl

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Dagger Squad HeadCanons💛

Dagger Squad Kink Headcanons ‼️

How the Characters met their s/o and some Headcanons for their relationships 💗

Dagger Squad Cooking Headcanons

Dagger Squad Wedding Headcanons 💗

#Top Gun #Top Gun Maverick #TGM #TGM Masterlist #Top Gun Masterlist #Bradley Bradshaw x Reader #Jake Seresin x Reader #Natasha Trace x Reader #Robert Floyd x Reader #Pete Mitchell x Reader

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fyrewalks · 13 days

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“ lets do this again some time. ” // @guttcrson

Bob leans against the bathroom door frame, washcloth held loosely in his fingers as he watches Tim dress. He has to squint a bit since his glasses are still on the nightstand where he had haphazardly tossed them there last night.

"Yeah?" He smiles and prays he doesn't look too eager. Not exactly a stranger to hook up culture and casual sex, Bob won't deny that it can be a bit of minefield to navigate when he's got dog tags to wear every week. It's half the reason he doesn't try too hard where serious relationships are concerned.

So, if Tim's offering, Bob's not gonna say no. Sex and fun without any of the heartache is worth it. Doubly so when there's a mutual understanding between them about their respective work.

He watches Tim buckle his belt and asks, "You sure you can't stay a bit longer?"

#guttcrson #ft. bob floyd #ooooooo you have no idea how obsessed i am with fwbs

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ryebecca · 2 years

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there’s just one place for me, near you (ft. robert ‘bob’ floyd)

POV: It’s 1943 and you’re sending your boyfriend, Bobby, off to fight in the war.

Requested by @mayhem24-7forever (she asked for 1940′s Bob!). Title is from The Andrews Sisters’ song “Near You.”

Well, gosh. Now I feel all swoony! ❤️

#bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd imagine #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #top gun: maverick #*myedit #*mymoodboard

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say-al0e · 1 year

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Enterprise

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18, minors, DNI!

Summary: Bob likes to keep his personal life and work life separate. But returning to San Diego has been difficult so what better time to introduce you to his new friends than Halloween. It is a night for surprises, after all. | Ft. Anon Request for: “Keep your voice down. There’s still a party going on.”

Warnings: A little anxiety, a little insecurity, some teasing from the squad, public oral (fem receiving), Bob’s adorable and the squad is supportive. Anything else, just ask and I’ll tag.

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x fem!Reader (wife!Reader)

Word Count: 7.7k Words (...yeah, I know)

Top Gun Taglist | Top Gun Masterlist

Despite popular belief - or unpopular as he was never very well-known - Robert Floyd wasn’t really that awkward. In fact, he wasn’t really that shy, either. He’d been called a litany of things throughout his life, in the Navy and otherwise, but very few of them were words he believed to be apt descriptors of who he really was as a person.

A high school guidance counselor once called him reserved, if a little timid, and those who knew him - well and truly knew him, saw beyond the glasses and hesitant smiles - would agree. He never loved the limelight, had never been one to seize the opportunity to settle into the center of attention, and always preferred to hang around the periphery. He always allowed his actions to speak for themselves and realized somewhere around high school that the role he played fit him well.

Somewhere along the way - around the time he enrolled in the Naval Academy and moved far away from the only life he’d ever really known - he gained a reputation for being quiet, shy, awkward, invisible. The reputation was one that never really bothered him and, over the years, he began to lean into it. He let his teammates, officers he met in passing, aviators who’d never even met him, believe what they wanted.

Any fight he threw at them would be met with laughter and rolled eyes, anyway, so why try?

What others thought about him never really bothered him - apart from that one girl in grade school, his first crush, whose observation that he was odd really did hurt his feelings. And, if he really thought about it, it was no secret as to how he garnered his reputation.

While those around him spoke freely about their personal lives - plans for the weekend, exciting family news, the things they left behind to join the Navy - Bob kept relatively quiet about his personal life. There was never any shame in where he came from or what he did on the weekends, there was no conscious decision to hide his life, he’d just never really been included in those conversations. His quiet demeanor often saw him forgotten, left just on the periphery, and when he was included, his answers were always only politely considered for a moment or made the punchlines to jokes.

When he was finally invited in, given real friends who truly wanted to hear his answers to those questions, quiet had become a reflex. The Dagger Squad learned a little, was given a handful of answers as to where he came from and why he joined the Navy, but Natasha became the only person who knew anything deeper than surface level.

Robert Floyd was an enigma to those around him and, for the most part, he never even realized others were curious. What he did on the weekends, why he was so keen to flee the Hard Deck after only half an hour, why he lived off-base when nearly everyone else lived in the barracks; those were things only Natasha knew and he hadn’t made much of an effort to change that.

The division of his life, professional and personal, served him well.

That division only really became a problem when it began to take its toll on the one person he hoped to never burden with his career.

As excited as he was to return to Top Gun, to return to San Diego, that return meant uprooting the life he’d spent three years building. There was always a possibility that he’d have to pack it all up and move along to the next base - something he’d come to accept, just as you had - but Lemoore had been home for a little too long.

Though Bob left only a handful of friends in Lemoore, you left the life you spent three years building - a life you’d already left one city to start. A job, a support system in the partners of other Navy officers, new friends, a favorite cafe and bookshop; all were three hours away now, just because you packed up the little house you both spent your weekends fixing up to follow him to San Diego.

Bob knew that allowing his lives to blend, just a little, was the only way to lift some of the weight he’d inadvertently placed on you. So, he started simply.

Natasha was the first - and only - member of the Dagger Squad he introduced you to formally, one-on-one. She was important to your husband, the person he trusted with his life and the person who trusted him with hers, and he knew just how much you’d like her.

There was no surprise that you took to her immediately, falling into an easy friendship that saw you and Natasha enjoying a bond Bob could only hope continued, but one friend outside of work was only the beginning. And when he caught wind of the Hard Deck’s annual Halloween party, Bob decided that your favorite holiday would be the perfect time to truly allow his worlds to collide.

The excitement he saw in the days leading up to the party was enough to quell any remaining anxiety he felt about introducing you. There was never any doubt that you would get along with the rest of the squad, never any shame in introducing you as the love of his life, but seeing the joy with which you prepared reminded him that these people were different - there would be no malice in the teasing they leveled him with, no real question as to how you met that wasn’t genuinely asked.

When the night itself finally arrived, Bob found himself wondering why he ever thought keeping you from the people who were starting to become something of a second family was a good idea.

Regardless of how he felt about introducing you, Bob knew that, if asked, there wasn’t a single soul who would’ve guessed he was seeing someone - aside from Natasha and Bradley, who he was beginning to suspect knew more than he let on. If they had, and if he’d disclosed your plan to attend the party in a couple’s costume, several assumptions would’ve been made.

Any number of guesses would’ve been made - and someone likely would’ve gotten it right - but if he’d disclosed your costumes were from Star Trek, you would’ve been dubbed Bob two-point-oh before ever stepping foot in the bar.

As he’d remained quiet, there was no hiding the surprise on every face - save for Natasha’s - when he stepped into the Hard Deck with you by his side. The reaction was warranted, despite his own costume’s simplicity, and he knew it. He knew that all eyes would’ve been on you, regardless of who you entered with, but his presence at your side only served to garner more attention for both of you.

Of all the patrons in the bar, Mickey seemed to be the only person who had even the slightest clue who either of you were supposed to be. Once the initial shock of seeing Bob with someone wore off, there was a look of dim recognition in his eyes. But recognition was never really the point of the costume and, honestly, no one seemed to be paying that much attention to the clothes themselves as you approached the bar in search of a drink.

Everyone in the vicinity was too focused on the fact that Robert Floyd was not alone and was, instead, accompanied by a woman they deemed well and truly out of his league - a fact he had no intention of arguing with.

It was unnerving and he felt a strange flurry of emotion - a little pride, a little ire, a lot of insecurity - as he struggled to keep from shrinking under the weight of nearly every eye in the room raking over the pair of you. They would all get bored soon, he knew, but it didn’t help that he could practically hear the whispered conversations wondering just what you were doing with him.

Bob’s flight suit, an old one he’d nearly tossed out that had been dyed navy and adorned with custom patches, was straight from the first iteration of the starship Enterprise. Combined with the slicked back hair, it could’ve been something plucked straight from his daily wardrobe. His inner Trip Tucker had yet to be channeled, though he knew it would take a drink or three before he felt compelled to lean into the accent he did his best to hide.

You, on the other hand, leaned fully into the roll of mirror-verse T’Pol the moment you donned your costume. It was bold, a navy crop top and low-waisted pants, and completely out of the realm of comfort but it was fun. And, though he still managed to flush each time you caught him, he’d lost himself eyeing the vast array of exposed skin more than he cared to admit.

Still, as much as he found himself enjoying the costume - and he’d made sure to let you know just how much before leaving home - he could feel himself beginning to spiral into the same self-doubt he tried so desperately to combat. But regardless of how he was beginning to feel, he did his best to swallow those feelings as Penny approached.

Bob’s reputation was not your fault, neither was the subsequent surprise at your appearance, and it didn’t seem that you even noticed the attention as you took in the decor of the bar.

“This place is really cute.” Bob smiled, not at all surprised by your bright-eyed cheer when he needed it most - because you had noticed the attention, as well as the discomfort it brought - and hummed as you waited for Penny to fish out a beer for the patron in front of you. “I get why you guys like it so much.”

“It’s one of the better Navy bars I’ve been to,” he agreed, not bothering to hide his fondness as he removed his hand from the small of your back to step a little closer. He was careful to leave just enough space between you - not so much as to invite any unwanted attention, but enough to feel the warmth of your skin if he turned just so - and tipped his head to smile at you. “But it’s better with you here.”

Bob’s hand found yours then, fingers intertwining with yours, and you sighed quietly at the warmth of him. It was easier to think, to feel grounded in the moment, with his hand in yours and you knew that he felt the same.

A smile, bright despite the warmth of so many gazes settling on your skin, lifted the corners of your mouth as you tilted your head to hide your face. Bob could see it, that same bashful grin you’d always gotten when he laid on the charm, and felt his mood improve as you shook your head fondly.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Robbie.”

Though the novelty of your appearance was beginning to wane, Bob could still feel the weight of a handful of gazes pressing on his shoulders. You were well aware of them all, noticed them the moment you wandered in, but the only gaze that mattered to you was his.

Bob was careful not to leer - despite the ease with which he could’ve done so, and the permission you gave him to do so - though his gaze continued to fall to the exposed expanse of your chest. Despite the years you’d spent together, the countless times he’d seen you naked, his cheeks still flushed a little brighter pink each time and you resisted the urge to coo as Penny approached.

Though Bob imagined Natasha would make her way over the moment she saw you, Penny was the first to greet you both. Her smile was bright, friendly, and she managed to hide her surprise, even as she caught sight of the silver band adorning his ring finger.

“The usual, Bob, or are we switching it up for Halloween?” The question was teasing, a thinly veiled prod at the very obvious departure from his usual, but not unkind and he took it in stride as you squeezed his hand.

Usually, when left to his own devices - and dragged to the Hard Deck instead of being allowed to head straight home to you - Bob opted for soda. It was easier to make the drive home then, faster than having to call an Uber or rely on a friend, and gave him an easy out when he bid his goodbyes after less than an hour.

Bob indulged, though he was never fond of getting truly drunk, but only when you were by his side. Drinking with you was more fun - and usually ended with the pair of you tangled beneath the sheets - but Penny didn’t know that. Instead, she’d taken to stocking a few extra glass bottled sodas and offered good-natured encouragement for him to try something new every now and again. He rarely did, almost always opting for a coke, but tonight was a night for changes, it seemed.

“A beer, please, Penny.” Try as he might to hide the accent, a hint of that drawl you loved so much escaped - evidence of just how comfortable he was with you, able to be a version of himself few saw. Penny seemed to notice and pulled a beer from the ice with a grin before raising a brow at you. Before you could open your mouth, however, Bob squeezed your hand and smiled. “And a vodka soda, please.”

Another smile from Penny, one that painted a veery clear picture of her enjoyment at seeing another side of Bob, as she turned to begin your drink while you fixed him with a fond look. “I would’ve been fine with a beer,” you assured him, taking a half-step closer to allow another person easier access to the bar. “It’s busy.”

Bob shrugged, easily accommodating your sudden closeness with a half-smile, as he lifted the bottle from the bar. “But is a beer what you really wanted?”

Just as he had a tendency to diminish himself for others’ comfort, to go with the flow and avoid drawing too much attention, you had a habit of settling. In a crowded bar, a busy restaurant, a bustling cafe, you tried to avoid making a fuss, despite knowing what you really wanted, and he knew that. Something as simple as ordering a drink he knew you’d like rather than one he knew you wouldn’t care for was a small gesture, easily lost in the chaos of your shared lives, but one that managed to warm you from within.

A small ache, pleasant and bright and light and lifting the weight of so many eyes pressing into your skin, settled in your chest as you squeezed his hand three times. “I’m very fond of you. You know that, right?”

Bob laughed quietly as he nodded, that soft smile never leaving his lips as he returned the quick squeezes, but that amusement didn’t quite reach his eyes. It wasn’t immediately noticeable - he did a damn good job of hiding his feelings, for the most part - but you’d known him your entire life. There was a depth to those blue eyes, a brightness, that was missing and it gave you a moment’s pause as you tipped your head to study his face.

“You okay?”

Lifted eyebrows displayed his surprise at having been caught - there were moments of doubt where he still seemed caught off guard by your attention, your affection, your love despite having been in love for most of your lives - but he was quick to smile and nod.

“Mm, m’fine.” The reassurance was softly spoken, barely audible over the din of the crowd, and you didn’t exactly believe it. Even as his smile grew a touch brighter, as his eyes lightened a half-shade, even as he lifted his beer and took a sip, your brows furrowed.

Bob’s shoulders were tense, easily visible through the thin material of his flight suit, and you could see the way he chewed the inside of his cheek as he glanced around the crowded bar. His gaze never settled for long, never lingered in one spot for more than a few seconds, and you knew that it had at least a little to do with the attention you were both on the receiving end of.

When he nodded once more, hand slipping from yours to return to the small of your back as Penny placed your drink on the bar, you shot him your own smile - one you hoped looked as reassuring as you meant it. “Whenever you decide you’re ready to leave, you know I’m always down to go home and get comfortable.”

Though he wasn’t one for public displays, Bob tugged you a little closer to press you into his side as he nodded. “One of the many, many things I love about you. But I’m okay,” he assured you, sounding as if he were trying to convince himself more than you. But he didn’t give you time to dwell as he asked, “Ready to meet everyone?”

There was a time and place to dwell on the feelings you knew were beginning to bubble - it wasn’t that hard to tell. Where at least a little of the tension was coming from as a group of men to your left glanced at the pair of you and began to snicker - and the Hard Deck was not it. So, you simply nodded. “Lead the way.”

As you shuffled through the crowd, headed in the direction of the pool table in the corner, you caught sight of Natasha.

While you were skeptical at first, uncertain as to how well your husband would adjust to life back in Fightertown and being her WSO, you found yourself thrilled to have her in your life. She respected Bob more than anyone he’d ever flown with, and received his respect in turn, and took the time to get to know you both personally. After he introduced the pair of you, you’d started seeing her at least once a week - with and without Bob - and had come to love her almost more than your husband did.

The sight of her was a welcome one, a certainty in the midst of a storm, even as she blinked in surprise at your costume. And though you were half-expecting her to be the first to speak, to break the silence that fell over the group with your approach, it seemed as if no one was really sure what to say.

For a split second, everyone paused before the man you recognized as Hangman - easily identifiable with nothing more than Bob’s stories to help you pinpoint him - beat them all to it.

“Well, well, Baby on Board,” he drawled, cowboy hat tipped back on his head and brows raised as he eyed the pair of you. “Who is this?”

Bob had always been good at hiding his annoyance - or maybe no one ever really cared enough to notice it - but you could see the tic of his jaw as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Hangman got under his skin, despite Natasha urging him to ignore the Texan, and you knew that the teasing question would only add to the ire he already felt.

Still, he managed to swallow whatever quip lingered on the tip of his tongue with a sip of beer, even as his fingers pressed a little harder into the warmth of your skin. “This is my wife.” His announcement was followed by your name, spoken into the relative quiet of the group, and saw everyone blinking in surprise. Someone - Fanboy, if the Mandalorian costume was anything to go by - sputtered a sip of beer as another laughed incredulously.

Hangman was the first to recover, lips parting in surprise and grip loosening on his darts as his gaze darted between you both. He allowed himself a real look, gaze sweeping your exposed skin, before he laughed. “Sorry, I think Rooster’s singing has finally ruined my hearing,” he teased, earning an unimpressed glower from the mustached pilot dressed as a rooster. “Did you just say wife?”

The moment the word rippled through the small group, uttered just a little louder, it seemed as if every eye fell to Bob. The silver of his ring glittered in the dim light, bright and eye-catching now that it had been pointed out, and you swallowed your amusement with a sip of vodka.

Though neither of you particularly enjoyed being the center of attention, this was almost to be expected. It had happened more than once, would likely continue to happen, and you found a way to enjoy the surprise on every face as you hummed.

“We’ve been married almost three years now.” As you spoke, you lifted your left hand to his chest - not bothering to hide your grin as their attention fell to your own ring - and patted the Enterprise insignia sewn into the fabric.

While the men blinked, lips parted and brows raised high as they attempted to process the information they’d been dealt, Natasha nudged her way through a set of them.

“I would make a joke about stealing you from Bob if he’s not careful, but the two of you just look too damn good together.” A teasing grin accompanied her words even as she pulled you into an embrace, careful not to spill either of your drinks. “It’s kind of annoying how perfect you look.” It was light, playful, but you both still managed to flush under her scrutiny as she eyed your costumes.

“Us? Look at you. Giving a whole new meaning to sinful thoughts,” you teased, grinning when Bob laughed at your side and shook his head. “Everyone looks great,” you complimented, smiling genuinely when the others preened. “I was worried I wouldn’t be able to tell who’s who in the costumes.” As you glanced around the small group, eager to observe the people who had become Bob’s closest friends, you were met with nothing but a pleasant intrigue. “Robbie’s descriptions have made it pretty easy, though.”

“Aw, Robbie.” Hangman grinned as he reached out to pinch Bob’s cheek, laughing all the while. Even as the others rolled their eyes, clearly seeing where his teasing was going, Hangman continued, “You talk about us? That’s so sweet!”

“Don’t be a dick, Bagman.” Natasha’s huff was lightly scolding, though it lacked the venom you expected, even as she rolled her eyes. She implored Bob to ignore Hangman’s taunts, to not engage - even when he wanted to - but you were grateful she attempted to keep him in check.

Rooster - who you suspected knew about your existence before tonight, whether he was told by Natasha or had simply put the pieces together himself as he looked wholly unsurprised by your presence and displayed a sort of brotherly pride when he regarded Bob - scoffed a laugh.

“I wouldn’t hold my breath,” he warned, partially under his breath.

Hangman, who looked entirely unbothered by the exchange, waved them off with a dismissive hand as he leaned against the pool table and eyed you both. “Anyway,” he drawled, gesturing to the pair of you with the tip of a dart, “how’d you and Baby on Board meet? Library, bookstore?” When you simply raised a brow at him, unimpressed, he shrugged. “I was under the impression he only existed at work and in this bar."

Though he made an effort to conceal his annoyance, from the corner of your eye, you could see Bob roll his eyes. Hangman never truly got under his skin - not in the way he intended, anyway - and the group had even come to like him. There were no ill intentions, not really, but you could tell his line of questioning was not helping the ire Bob began to feel the moment you stepped into the bar.

The more you thought about it, the easier it was to realize that discomfort from the influx of attention was not the only thing bothering him. Though his friends were clearly happy for him, it was easy to see the same look reflected in their eyes that you’d seen in others. They wondered what you were doing with Bob and how they’d gone this long without knowing you existed.

And while he wasn’t the most confident man, Bob was secure enough in your love that he rarely allowed that question to bother him. Tonight, however, it seemed as if he’d fallen victim to the insecurity that sometimes haunted him.

With a sigh, careful to keep your gesture light rather than outwardly comforting - though that was exactly what you intended it to be, a grounding touch to quiet the noise inside his head - you shifted your hand to gently squeeze his bicep. The entire group was wanted an answer, and likely would’ve asked the question in a more polite way, so you directed the reply to them.

“We grew up together.” A soft smile lifted the corners of your mouth as you spared him a glance, easily remembering the doe-eyed boy with the crooked smile who lived in nearly every childhood memory. “He lived a few houses down from me and our grandmothers were friends. We did pretty much everything together for the longest time. Nothing really happened until he asked me to Homecoming our freshman year of high school, though.”

Everyone, including Hangman, visibly softened at the revelation. The knowledge that Bob married a childhood friend, his high school sweetheart, was wholly unsurprising but enough to pull a simultaneous, “Aw,” from them all.

“We were high school sweethearts,” he confirmed, smile now reaching his eyes as he tipped his head to meet your gaze. The look softened, if only slightly, and grew a touch melancholy as he laughed quietly. “I would’ve married her then but we decided to take a break and went our separate ways when I got into the Academy and she went down south for school.”

Surprise was evident at the softness of his voice, the ease and confidence with which he declared he would’ve married you a decade ago, but it prompted a fond smile as you shook your head. You would’ve married him then, too, and you could feel your cheeks heat with a pleasant warmth that made you feel just a touch bashful - as it always did when Bob looked at you like you were the only person he could see.

“Worst decision of my life.”

The declaration was teasing, light and exaggerated, but neither of you truly regretted it. Though you were confident Bob was it for you, just as you were it for him, the years you spent apart gave you time to grow. You learned, matured, and became adults without fear of hurting one another along the way. That would’ve been significantly harder with the added worry of a long distance relationship and the first few deployments Bob endured - even if you worried about him, anyway.

It still managed to prompt a laugh from everyone, including Bob, as you returned your attention to the group. “We both came home for the holidays a few years ago, the first time we’d been there at the same time since we stopped seeing each other, and well… You know what they say. If it’s meant to be, it will be.”

Natasha, who knew you were high school sweethearts but hadn’t heard much beyond that, groaned as she gestured at you with her beer. “Ugh,” she scoffed, exaggerated and unable to hide the smile that lifted her lips. “I really want to be annoyed at how that sounds like the plot to some romance movie but it’s too cute to really be upset.”

Hangman, who had - surprisingly - remained quiet for the duration of the story, nodded his agreement. “It’s so cute,” he began, pushing away from the pool table, “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“I think it’s nice. We’re all happy for you, Bob” Rooster declared, smile soft as he met your eyes, “and very glad to meet you.”

“Definitely,” Fanboy confirmed, smile bright as he nodded - seemingly uncaring that his helmet began to fall into his eyes. “And you’re a Trekkie! We’re growing in numbers every day.”

The conversation began to dissolve then, breaking apart into a series of side conversations you were no longer the center of as Payback urged Fanboy not to begin a conversation about which series was best. There was no telling when the novelty of your appearance would begin to wane - especially as Hangman and Coyote continued sparing you and Bob cursory glances - but their attention was beginning to wander.

That brief lull gave you a moment to tip your head and meet your husband’s eyes. The look in them was an endearing blend of concern and amusement as his lips curved into a thoughtful frown. “Are you okay?”

Bob’s concern was genuine and you could tell that he was worried his new, boisterous friends might be too much, but it was for naught. Though this was the largest group he’d ever introduced you to, the largest group he’d been content to be part of, you were glad to see that they all clearly cared for him.

Despite the initial teasing - and surprise - it was evident that they were all happy to see that he was loved. Natasha once confided that she’d been worried Bob was going home to an empty house after a night out, that they all worried he was lonely, but knowing that he had you eased that concern.

“I’m good.” The reason you worked so well together came down to a handful of similarities but a world of differences. Though you disliked being the center of attention as much as he did, you were fine with the weight of their intrigue so long, just as long as it meant his world was a little less money when you weren’t around. You lifted a hand to gently squeeze his bicep once more as you spared the group a glance. “I like them,” you assured him. “I’m really glad things are working out here.”

In that moment, you knew that he wasn’t as thrilled as he could’ve been. With the noise of so many thoughts racing through his mind, his mood soured slightly by overthinking and a little insecurity, he’d gone a little quieter than normal. Still, you knew just how relieved he was that his return to San Diego could be good for both of you.

“I am, too.” He drew you in closer then, wrapped an arm around your waist to squeeze you gently, before allowing Natasha to reclaim your attention. “Go ahead. I’m not going anywhere,” he assured you, crooked smile on full display as she gestured to the small table with a few others.

Bob had never been one to really belong, to fall readily into a group and be at the heart of it rather than the periphery, but this time seemed different. He was still quiet, sometimes forgotten in the fray, but it eased your own anxiety to see them casually toss out questions or pull him into moments of conversation.

Watching Rooster and Bob converse easily, watching him toss out a few quips at Hangman, watching him laugh with Fanboy; each moment was small in comparison to the grand scheme of things, but each was a great moment. Seeing him find that camaraderie made the move worth it, the stress and the anxiety of building your life from scratch all over again, and you were glad to join him for the ride.

And as you watched him interact, laughing as Payback and Fanboy each attempted to sway him to their side of an argument, you couldn’t help but smile. Though there was still a tension in his shoulders, you could tell he’d calmed enough to start pulling out of his head and returning to the Robbie you knew and loved.

The novelty of your appearance was gone, no longer a thought to those who had no interest in Robert Floyd, and with the weight of so many gazes gone from his shoulders, it seemed as if he could breathe freely once more. He looked as relaxed as you’d ever seen him in the presence of so many people, as at ease as he could be, and you took advantage of the moment of calm.

A soft press to his shoulder distracted him momentarily, drew his full attention from the conversation he’d been in with Rooster, as you offered him a smile. “The buttons are still being weird,” you informed him, gesturing to the top he’d heard you complain about a handful of times already. “I’m going to see if I can fix them. Didn’t want you worrying I got swept out to sea,” you teased, grinning as the apples of his cheeks flushed pink when his eyes fell to your chest.

Without sparing a glance over your shoulder, you knew that Bob refused to let you out of his sight until you disappeared into the small corridor housing the bathrooms. Anywhere else and he would’ve offered to walk with you, to settle at a table near the doors until you were done, but he trusted the Hard Deck a little more than anywhere else he’d taken you - and trusted that you could handle any unwanted attention. He still kept a watchful eye on you, ready to race to your side should you need him, and the thought made you smile, even as you fiddled with the buttons of your top.

When you managed to pull yourself together as best as you could - the top was not one you cared that much about saving as there was no other occasion you could see yourself donning it - but before you could step back into the hallway, a warm set of hands fell to your biceps and gently nudged you back into the room.

The familiar scent of citrus and pine, warm and bright, hit your nose just as the only voice you wanted to hear calmed your now racing heart. “Just me,” Bob assured you, crooked grin softening when you lifted your eyes to meet his. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

As you lifted a hand to your chest, fingers pressing against warm skin, you laughed quietly. “You did,” you teased, voice a touch breathless. The rapid thrum of your heart, a split second of shock and adrenaline coursing through your veins, earned a light laugh from him as you shook your head. “But it’s fine. It is Halloween. Everything alright?”

Bright eyes darkened slightly, a touch stormier than his usual blue, but his features were more relaxed than they had been only moments earlier. The smile on his lips was real, soft and small but genuine, as he hummed. “Fine,” he assured you, nodding as he reached behind his back to lock the door. “Just wanted a second alone.”

When things got a little chaotic, crowd too hectic to. Handle for long moments, he had a habit of stepping away for solace. More often than not, you were pulled along and you couldn’t help but smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’ll never catch me complaining about that.”

Some small part of you assumed this would be like any other moment of quiet, a brief reprieve from the noise and the crowd just outside the door, but it seemed as if Bob had other plans. His fingers began to brush along the exposed skin of your hips and stomach, touch feather light but leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake as you searched his face.

There was a look of determination there, a resolve that you didn’t quite understand, but before you could question it, he dipped his head to press his mouth to yours.

The kiss was light, a soft embrace that had you sighing quietly and pressing yourself just a little closer, but you could feel the emotion behind it as his hands stroked your sides. While he wasn’t one for public displays - and while he was able to beautifully communicate his feelings with you - he had a habit of allowing his actions to speak for themselves.

It was rare that he got in this mood, a little anxious and a lot determined - to do what, you weren’t sure; prove himself, remind himself that you were his, quiet his anxiety with the taste of you on his tongue - but you allowed him to take what he needed as he slowly began to walk you backward.

Regardless of the tone set for the night, there was always a gentleness to Bob’s touch. Even when his fingers dug into your hips, short nails biting at the skin while he urged you back against the counter, he was careful to avoid hurting you.

There would be marks there tomorrow, a memory of his touch branded into your skin, but the way he caressed the tender spots always made any momentary discomfort worth it. And any future annoyance - minor, in comparison to everything else - remained far from the forefront of your mind as his hands began to wander.

Under any other circumstances, Bob’s hands would’ve found their way beneath the hem of your top. But given the time you’d had with buttons - and the knowledge you’d given him beforehand, that when the night was over, he could remove the top from you himself - he was careful to stick to teasing brushes of his fingers along your heated skin.

“Robbie.” The sigh of his name was muffled by his mouth, spoken into the relative quiet of the bathroom, and his answering hum drew laughter from you. “Not that I’m upset at all by this turn of events, but where is this coming from?”

Bob pulled away then, lips parted and glasses slightly askew, to smile at you. His hands remained on your skin, lightly caressing the expanse of skin just above the waistband of your pants, as he dipped his head. “I don’t know if I’ve already said this tonight, but you look amazing. I… it’s been hard to think about anything else,” he admitted, flushing slightly as he glanced at you from beneath his lashes. “Just really wanted to kiss you.”

It was almost impossible to count how many times he complimented you before leaving home - how many different ways he declared his affection, his pure adoration - but his confession brought a smile to your lips as you raked your fingers through his hair.

“You might’ve mentioned it a couple times, but it’s still nice to hear.” Bob hummed, voice catching in his throat, as you scratched lightly at the base of his neck. He leaned into your touch, eager to lose himself in you, as you grinned. “Kiss me again, please.”

One of the features of your relationship - something you treasured beyond words - was his comfort with the give and take. Despite his reserved nature, Bob was comfortable with you. You’d been there from the beginning, had the experience of being one another’s first and, hopefully, last. There was no room for judgement and he knew that.

Bob could take what he wanted - knew that you would give it freely - and pin you to the nearest flat surface in search of it. He could be domineering, take charge and leave you breathless and desperate, but he could also hand over the reins with no qualms.

Tonight, you imagined you were both on equal footing. Bob wanted to take, you wanted to give. He needed a light push, a nudge in the direction he so desperately wanted to go, and you were happy to give it to him.

The second kiss grew more intense, much faster. There was no secret what he wanted - you could feel the evidence of his desire pressed to your thigh, just as you could feel your own desire beginning to gather between your thighs - and you were happy to give it to him.

Instead of allowing him to continue brushing the waistband of your pants, you popped the button before taking his hand to slip it beneath the navy fabric. You could feel the corner of his lip quirk in a lopsided smile, glad that you wanted the same thing he did, as he complied and slipped his hand between your thighs.

Bob wasted no time nudging the fabric of your panties aside, fingers gathering slick as his thumb bumped your clit. His mouth remained on yours, tang of beer barely noticeable over the mint gum he’d popped the moment you disappeared into the bathroom, as you inhaled sharply at the touch.

“We have to be quick.” Your reminder was muffled but understandable, easy to follow given the circumstances, and Bob hummed his acknowledgment. Public displays were not his favorite, but this was not the first time you’d found yourselves locked in a bar bathroom.

Instead of replying, Bob was quick to remove his hand from between your thighs. He swallowed your huff of disappointment with a laugh as he began to tug the fabric of your pants and panties down and only broke the kiss to follow.

When he fell to his knees, blue eyes lifting to yours, you let out a noise half-way between a whine and a laugh. Bob lifted a finger to his mouth and shushed you, crooked grin growing brighter as he placed a hand below your knee to hitch your leg over his shoulder. “Keep your voice down,” he urged, though it was uttered amidst a quiet laughter. “There’s still a party going on.”

Even as he turned his head, pressing soft kisses to your inner thigh - tracing a path he’d committed to memory over the years - your fingers fell to his head as you spared the door a glance. “You sure about this, Robbie? Any of them hear, they’re never going to let you live it down."

“Hate to break it to you,” he hummed, hands smoothing over your skin as he inched closer to where you wanted him, “but I’m already not going to live this down. Everyone knows I have a hot wife, completely out of my league. They’re never letting this go.”

Before you could refute his claim, roll your eyes and chide him for allowing their line of thinking to taint his thoughts, he leaned in and dragged his tongue through your folds. He licked a broad strip, tongue flat and mouth eager, and you could only do so much to keep yourself quiet.

The sight of him alone was enough to have you keening, desperate and eager for him. Those bright blue eyes, blinking up at you from between your parted thighs; hair mussed, curls breaking free from the hold of gel with every drag of your fingers; glasses knocked askew, fogged with the heat of your body and his cheeks as he presses even closer.

Bob had never been one to half-ass your pleasure, always eager to give you exactly what you deserved, and the space made no difference. His fingers dug into your hip to keep you in place, to drag you closer to his mouth as he moaned into you. His tongue swiped, lapped at the aching bundle of nerves, as those eyes searched your face for any hint of discomfort. When he found none, he asked, “Good?”

“So good, Robbie.” Over the years, he’d gotten it down to an art. Bob knew you better than anyone, could read your body better than you at times, and you were reminded of just how easily he could send you soaring the moment he began to alternate between soft flicks of his tongue and broad strokes.

You lifted one hand to your mouth, eager to keep quiet, while the other fell to his hair. You tangled the curls between your fingers, no longer caring about the gel you were ruining, and tugged lightly with every flick of his tongue. Bob gave his all and you took all that you could, grinding your hips and chasing your pleasure.

It was almost embarrassing, just how quick he was able to work you over, but when he knew your body this well, it would’ve been hard for him to do anything more than have you seeing stars. He knew the signs of your impending orgasm, could tell the moment you began to whine and shift in his grasp, and he encouraged you to come with a moan as his eyes lifted to yours.

As you barreled over the edge, Bob helped you through, never stopping his kitten licks as he swallowed all you had to give. Soft hands caressed your skin, touch gentle as you came down, and those blue eyes never left your face as you attempted to catch your breath.

Silence lingered for a moment, your ragged breathing the only sound aside from the dim noise of the party outside the door, before you laughed and shook your head. “I think I’m fine calling it a night if you are.”

Bob grinned, expression bright and eager, as he helped you back into your pants. He took the help you offered for his hair, despite how impossible you both knew it would be to flatten the curls now that they’d been destroyed, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your mouth.

“Lead the way.”

As you made your way through the crowd, back to the bar to pay your tab, all eyes fell to you once more. This time, however, Bob didn’t shrink beneath the weight of their gazes. Their looks were knowing, easily picking apart the pieces of you both that clearly displayed what you’d been doing. But instead of rushing out, he kept a hand on your hip and hid his smile.

Sometimes, even if a little embarrassment bloomed in the pit of his stomach, the attention was worth it. And even though he knew he’d never hear the end of it, Bob wasn’t quite so sure he minded. Because at the end of the night, he had friends he cared for and the love of his life. And, really, what more could he ask for?

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Author’s Note: The first time writing for someone new is always a little nerve-racking. Also, the costume might not be realistic for everyone (I wouldn’t wear it) but that’s my dream costume and Bob strikes me as a Trekkie. I’m not sure if this is totally in character for him. He'd be fun to write angst for, though, I think.

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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Bob Floyd lies about his height, but not in the way you might think. He doesn't say he's taller than he is, he says he shorter than he is just to bruise the egos of other men who try and boast about their height. His 6 ft ass will say he's 5'10" to a guy shorter than him whos being a jackass and pretending to be 6 foot

nO MY JAW IS DEADASS ON THE FLOOR FOR THIS MY DEAR ANON

HOW DID YOU GET THIS SO ACCURATE???????????

this is the most accurate hc about bob i’m accepting and carrying with me to my GRAVE. thank you so much for this my dear anon!! i could kiss your brain, mwah!! 💌💗💖💓

#💌you’ve got mail #robert bob floyd #AAAAAAAAH #god i love this so much oh my god

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frost-queen · 1 year

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Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

• Spinning to the stars (Ft. Maverick)

• Take the hint

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

• Mystery of the helmet

• Sky-crossed lovers (R!Bradshaw)

• Obstacle course

• It comes with perks

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

• Bumpy ride

• Truth or dare

Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace

• Resurfaced love (Fem!R)

• G-lock too far (Fem!R)

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell

• Fly instructor (R!Seresin)

• Restless feelings (Iceman’s sister)

Aviators (entire crew)

• One of us, damn right you are

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numberonenat · 7 months

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i asked chat gpt to make a playlist based on each one of the brothers of obey me…

here's part 2 and 3: the dateables + luke / the side characters

here's what it gave me:

lucifer:

"sympathy for the devil" by the rolling stones

"smooth operator" by sade

"devil inside" by INXS

"demon" by imagine dragons

"lucifer" by SHINee

"bad guy" by billie eilish

"personal jesus" by depeche mode

"no rest for the wicked" by lykke li

"highway to hell" by AC/DC

"dark horse" by katy perry ft. juicy j

"i put a spell on you" by creedence clearwater revival

"power" by kanye West

"black magic woman" by santana

"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day

"wicked game" by chris isaak

mammon:

"can't stop the feeling!" by justin timberlake

"money" by pink floyd

"material girl" by madonna

"don't stop me now" by queen

"irresistible" by fall out boy ft. demi lovato

"i want it all" by queen

"rich girl" by hall & oates

"break free" by ariana grande

"gold digger" by kanye west

"born to be wild" by steppenwolf

"counting stars" by onerepublic

"uptown funk" by mark ronson ft. bruno mars

"i love it" by icona pop ft. charli XCX

"shut up and dance" by walk the moon

"take a walk" by passion pit

leviathan:

"nerd" by three loco

"all the small things" by blink-182

"the real slim shady" by eminem

"anime" by riton & kah-lo

"superhero" by 5 seconds of summer

"loser" by beck

"gamer" by karliene

"virtual insanity" by jamiroquai

"no tears left to cry" by ariana grande

"in the end" by linkin park

"radioactive" by imagine dragons

"the middle" by zedd, maren morris, grey

"numb" by linkin park

"gangnam style" by psy

"last friday night (T.G.I.F.)" by katy perry

satan:

"bitter sweet symphony" by the verve

"imagine" by john lennon

"bohemian rhapsody" by queen

"hotel california" by eagles

"hallelujah" by leonard cohen

"smooth" by santana ft. rob thomas

"time in a bottle" by jim croce

"wish you were here" by pink floyd

"somewhere only we know" by keane

"black" by pearl jam

"dust in the wind" by kansas

"vincent" by don mclean

"blackbird" by the beatles

"under the bridge" by red hot chili peppers

"sultans of swing" by dire straits

asmodeus:

"vogue" by madonna

"glamorous" by fergie ft. ludacris

"beautiful" by christina aguilera

"i'm too sexy" by right said fred

"fashion" by david bowie

"confident" by demi lovato

"glam" by christina aguilera

"fancy" by iggy azalea ft. charli XCX

"manicure" by lady gaga

"glamourous indie rock & roll" by the killers

"G.U.Y." by lady gaga

"primadonna" by MARINA

"supermodel (you better work)" by rupaul

"gold digger" by kanye west

"diamonds" by rihanna

beelzebub:

"sugar, sugar" by the archies

"banana pancakes" by jack johnson

"all star" by smash mouth

"don't stop believin'" by journey

"i want to hold your hand" by the beatles

"lean on me" by bill withers

"stand by me" by ben e. king

"with a little help from my friends" by the beatles

"three little birds" by bob marley & the wailers

"can't help falling in love" by elvis presley

"i'll be there for you" by the rembrandts

"count on me" by bruno mars

"lean on me" by club nouveau

"i just called to say i love you" by stevie wonder

"better together" by jack johnson

belphegor:

"enter sandman" by metallica

"lose yourself" by eminem

"don't wake me up" by chris brown

"sweet dreams (are made of this)" by eurythmics

"lazy song" by bruno mars

"sleeping in" by the postal service

"dreams" by fleetwood mac

"mad world" by tears for fears

"lucid dreams" by juice WRLD

"wake me up when september ends" by green day

"hotel california" by eagles

"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day

"i don't want to miss a thing" by aerosmith

"talking in your sleep" by the romantics

"no sleep 'til brooklyn" by beastie boys

this was fun lol

except for the repetitive ones, i acctually liked this - even with the ridiculous or that make no sense...

i'll definatelly make a part 2 with the side characters and maybe with characters from another fandom. i'll put the link here when i do it.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me!#om!#om! nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #chatgpt #chat gpt

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twst mermay 9 — matching

in which azul puts on the same makeup he wears on your face ft. azul ashengrotto x reader

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i got the idea for this fic when i had my makeup done recently for a party. matching as the prompt would have been obvious with jade and floyd, like writing them as mischievous twins looking exactly the same to screw over with everyone, and actually, that was supposed to be the original idea. but i found it to be too predictable, and the intimacy of having makeup applied on my face allured me. so this is how the fic came to be _(:3 」∠)_ i hope you enjoy!

╰┈➤ 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨: mermay masterlist

“Are you sure this is how you want to spend our evening?”

“I already told you, Azul, I really want this,” you say for what seems to be the third time today.

“But are you content with only sitting down for at least an hour,” Azul asks in concern as he opens the door to his room.

“I mean, that wouldn’t be too different from having dinner, right,” you answer with a laugh, entering the threshold of the room you’ve grown familiar with. “Anyway, I really like make-up, and you’re gonna be the one putting it on, so it’s not like I’m not without company.”

Your boyfriend sighs as he turns on the lights, a bemused smile gracing his lips. “Alright then, take a seat, my dear. I’ll just prepare my things.”

With a grin, you take a seat by the vanity desk, where you turn on the lamp resting atop it. From the mirror, you could see Azul taking off his gray coat, hat, and gloves, leaving those items on his bed. You purse your lip, resisting the urge to smile as your heart races a bit faster—you always prefer Azul without the coat. His silhouette looks much more attractive and sleek when his top layer is his black blazer.

He walks to one of his cabinets, where you watch him open the doors to open drawers found inside them. He takes out a few boxes, holding them in one hand before closing his cabinet and approaching where you sit.

Silently, you watch him open each box and take out several items, his fingers alluring you with their simple yet graceful movements. He takes out a few pouches, some containing mascaras and eyeliners, others containing brushes with different bristles and sizes. Laying on the vanity desk along with the pouches are some palettes ranging from light flesh to dark brown, with a few pinks and purples.

“I didn’t know you had this much stuff for make-up,” you comment as you eye the different items laid out in front of you. “I always thought you just used magic.”

“Well, I had to start from somewhere,” Azul replies in amusement. “Magic has its limits.” His hands move to the sides of your face, brushing back stray locks of hair that may block your face. You feel a shiver up your spine at his cool and delicate touch, and your face falls slightly when his hands leave you.

“What kind of music do you want,” he asks as he picks up his phone and a nearby speaker.

“Mm, any,” you reply. “Maybe salon music or something?”

From the reflection of the mirror, you watch him tap on his phone for a few minutes before the familiar electronic beats resound around the room. Without realizing, you bob your head to the music for just a moment.

You watch Azul picking up a plastic tube with a skin color close to yours. Foundation, you think to yourself. He squirts a bit of the foundation onto his fingers, and in a second you feel the cool sensation of the liquid and his touch on your forehead, cheeks, and chin. You have witnessed his strength a few times—and by the Great Seven, do you feel pity for Floyd for being subjected to it most of those times—but at this moment, his strokes gently caress your face. Something about him touching your face makes you giddy in the way that the close proximity doesn’t. Perhaps you associate it with all the times that he takes your cheek to pull you close to him for a kiss, or perhaps it’s that thought that he could be strong to others yet so gentle and caring with you.

He picks up a sponge afterwards, and he starts wiping the foundation on your face using it. The sponge is really soft, probably the softest thing you ever felt. In the mirror, you see Azul’s concentrated gaze as he spreads the foundation across your face, and the sight of his sky blue eyes along with your face slowly becoming smoother gives you a sense of rapture that’s hard to describe.

“Your skin has gotten a lot better,” Azul comments as he moves towards your cheek.

His words cause your chest to warm up, your heart becoming just as soft as the brush on your face. “W-well, it’s all thanks to someone who wouldn’t stop talking about the importance of skincare,” you say.

From the mirror, his lips curve to a smile as he chuckles. “And you’ve been the one diligently applying it every day. Don’t discredit yourself and your efforts, my dear.”

You don’t answer. You can’t, not with the butterflies in your stomach fluttering from how flustered you feel. You’ve been together with him for some time already, yet he manages to bring you back to the time when you first fell in love, the day when your surroundings slowly became brighter when you looked at him, like the way the foundation slowly brightens your face with each stroke. It’s rather embarrassing, the way he affects you like this.

Soon, after your face and neck have been coated with foundation, Azul picks up a smaller brush and opens a palette. The color he chooses is a dark brown.

“Close your eyes,” he says. In a second, you see nothing but black, sensing only the cool air in the room. In the next second, you feel one hand on the top of your head pushing you to look slightly upward and the bristles of a brush kissing one of your eyelids.

The position is slightly uncomfortable, with the way the back of your neck starts to ache, but you don’t complain. Azul’s hand resting on your head leaves your heart racing, and his strokes along your lid relax you. If you could, you would have been sleeping by now.

The pressure from his hand vanishes along with the brush, prompting you to open your eyes. Brown coats your lid, the shading still imperfect with its sharpness. Beside you, Azul dabs his brush on one of the lighter-colored eyeshadows. As his hand nears your face, you close your eyes once more, welcoming the sensation of the soft brush on your skin along with his other hand pushing your head slightly upwards.

“What made you want to have makeup just like mine?”

Your eyebrows raise up in surprise at the question. If your eyes were opened, they might have become wide for just a moment. “Well…” you trail off. “There’s nothing wrong about it, right?”

“I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing,” he adds. “I’m just curious as to why.”

“Mmm…” You hum, your voice a little higher pitched than normal. “I always wanted to try Octavinelle’s makeup.”

Just as you finish, he removes his hands from you, and you open your eyes. The eyeshadow looks much more blended, bringing your eyes out in a way that you never thought they’d glow. You don’t say anything for a moment, enamored with the beauty of your eyes, while Azul takes a smaller brush and dabs it onto the purple palette.

“Look at me,” your boyfriend says. That must be your favorite sentence for the night because you feel your cheeks and neck heat up from such a command, not to mention it distracts you from the conversation. You look up at him, gazing at his soulful and concentrated eyes framed by his glasses. He holds your head up, stroking the brush along your lash line going to the outer corner of your eye. Goosebumps raise on your arms. You can’t help but let your eyes wander to the blue of his eyes, the curve of his lips, the shape of his nose. By the Great Seven, Azul is absolutely stunning, and he should give himself more credit for all the hard work he’s done to become the person that he is now.

“You were saying you wanted to try our makeup,” he repeats your earlier sentence, resuming the previous conversation.

“Ah,” you utter. You expected him to go back, but you wish he didn’t. “I mean, I really like your purple eyeshadow and stuff.”

“I had asked you if you just wanted to wear the standard Octavinelle makeup and not mine,” he says. “It would have just been the iconic eye makeup including the purple eyeshadow.”

“Well,” you start as he lifts his hands from your face. He scrutinizes his work before going back to adjusting the shadow on your lash line. “I mean, there’s really no reason! I like your makeup a lot. It looks really pretty. That’s just it.”

“Is that really all there is to it,” he asks with a raised brow.

Damn it, you hate that look so much. It’s just one motion of the brow, yet it can bring you to your knees from how good he looks and how he’s onto you. “Well, I–I mean,” you stammer, slightly flustered. “There doesn’t have to be a reason for it, nothing to it.”

Azul casts a bemused smile. “For a question out of curiosity, you’re rather defensive about it.”

His words shut you up.

“We’ve been together for some time now, my dear, and you and I know how much you wear your heart on your sleeve,” he adds. His voice remains even with some bemusement, but something wavers in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything about it—he never would. But still, you know. And you feel bad. “Is it really that embarrassing to say why?”

It is. It really is, you think to yourself.

He leaves to put down his brush and lets you see your eye. The completed eyeshadow looks absolutely gorgeous, and for a moment, the beauty takes hold of your attention. But the embarrassment and nervousness doesn’t quite leave you, and you remain silent to Azul’s question. As you watch him pick up the brush previously used for the first brush of shadow and approach you, you close your eyes.

And in that darkness, perhaps it’s the softness of his brush strokes or the electronic beats of the music being louder or the fact that you can’t see anything, but you start speaking.

“Well, I mean there’s no denying I like the makeup, and yours stands out the most,” you say. “But… well, um…”

Azul doesn’t speak as he remains working on your other eyelid, but you know he’s listening.

“I just, well, I guess this might sound a bit delusional? Weird? But I wanted to try on your makeup to be more associated with you.”

He stops his movements for a moment. “Eh?”

“Like, um…” You purse your lips as you try to think of the right words to say. Meanwhile, he resumes his work.

“Well, you always wear that makeup in the dorm, so it’s definitely become something that expresses who you are at this point. And I guess, well…” Your voice starts softening. “Is it cheesy to want to be associated with you by having matching makeup for even just a day? To let people know that I’m the person that you decided to welcome into your world, and you’re the person I chose to be with? I know how much you want to maintain your image. But I guess I also just… want to have people know at the same time that I’m yours…”

The electronic music continues playing in the background. Its beats can’t slow your racing heartbeat or calm your nerves.

“I’m sorry, just forget it,” you say. “It’s possessive of me.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Azul says. He puts down his hands and puts back his brush, letting you open your eyes. “If anything, I should have been more attentive to your feelings on the matter of not letting our relationship become public.”

Your shoulders relax, like a burden was lifted off just from hearing his words alone.

“You and I both know how selfish I can be, and my emotions can get in the way,” he continues. “But above that, I want to make you happy.” He tucks your loose strands of hair, pleating them to your sides as he cups your face, for him to see. “I welcomed you into my world because I…I love you. I’m willing to set aside my pride, even for an evening.”

Your breath almost hitches in your throat. You don’t fight the smile that makes its way across your face. Not like you can, from the euphoria that his words give you.

“Azul, I—” You gulp, as if the lump growing in your throat can be swallowed. “I love you so much.”

He smiles back at you. All the little ‘I love you’s gleam in his eyes like the glitter that eyeshadow can have. It’s there, it brightens his eyes, it adds more to his beauty. Great Seven, if you didn’t have makeup on, you would cry from this moment where the two of you simply smile at each other as salon music plays in the background, relishing in the love that you two share.

He moves, standing up straighter. “So, shall we finish up your look?”

“Oh, of course,” you answer excitedly. He picks up the next brush to use and dabs it on a certain color. As you close your eyes again and let him resume his work, all you can do is smile and melt in the bliss in your chest. Great Seven, I don’t deserve someone like Azul at all, you think to yourself. But thank you for giving Azul to me.

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader

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