#robert bob floyd x little! reader

[mangokittokatsu]

slides you a $50

pls i’m thinking and need bobby helping regressed reader when they’re sick :( like you regress to a really small age like one or two and you’re completely non verbal, all you can usher out is “dada”.

mixed with the sickness it makes you so fussy and tearful to the point where all you need is skin on skin with bobby and him running you a hot bath and just taking care of you and i just AAAAAAH

i love you the mostest my love 🥺🥺 <33

Sebby lovely!! 🥺💕 I'm so so sorry this took me so long!!!! I wrote like 800 words for this over the course of December since you sent this in and then had horrible writer's block and I wanted to make this a long piece, but then tonight for some reason was struck with an insane amount of motivation and cranked out the remainder in like 2 hours. I hope you enjoy it lovely!!!! 🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 @sebsxphia

Hush Little Darling

Robert "Bob" Floyd x Little! Reader

WC: 3.1k

Tags: Age regression, fluff, sickness (nothing graphic), nightmares

The morning sun was creeping in through the curtains of your bedroom where Bob was already sitting up in bed, reading his most recent book of choice while you still slept next to him. It was one of his only days off of the week and as such, he was going to spend every minute of it with you. He glanced over at you with a small look of worry as you let out a soft whine as your eyes fluttered open. He had expected you to be waking up soon, what he didn’t anticipate however was for you to roll over and press yourself into his side with a soft whimper, instantly alarming him to your overheated body and how your hair was sticking to your sweaty forehead. He set his book down on the nightstand, not even worrying about placing a bookmark, and pressed his hand to your face with a slight frown before pulling back. A shiver wracked your frame as you desperately tried to burrow further into him and he pulled you closer, wrapping the blankets tighter around you. 

“You not feeling good bunny?” He spoke to you in a soft voice, knowing that if you had a fever you likely had a headache on top of it.

You just looked up at him with teary eyes, sniffling as you managed to cry out a hoarse “dada!” before the tears spilled over onto your cheeks. 

Bob instantly pulled you up into his arms, shushing you gently as you buried your face into his neck with a whine, clinging to him tightly and pulling the collar of his shirt into your mouth to chew on in an attempt to soothe yourself. He rocked you slowly for a few minutes before you sniffled too hard in irritation at your runny nose, suddenly pulling yourself away from him as you sent yourself into a painful sounding coughing fit. Bob rubbed your back through it, gathering you back up in his arms with a sympathetic coo as you slumped against him once it passed, turning your face into his chest and throwing your arms around his neck as your tears came back in full force. Your throat felt like it was on fire and your body ached, the coughing fit certainly not helping either one. Your shirt was sticking to your sweaty skin yet you felt like you were freezing. Bob softly placed a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms tighter around you and shifting you both over to the edge of the bed, setting his feet on the floor. 

“Hey baby girl,” he guided your head away from his chest to look at your face as he gently stroked his thumb across your cheeks, wiping away some of your tears, “let’s go get you out of these sweaty clothes and take a warm bath, huh? Does that sound good? It might help clear up all the icky stuff in your nose and chest too.”

You look up at him with glassy eyes, shoving your face back into his chest as you sluggishly reposition yourself to be straddling his hips and throwing your arms back around his neck. He takes your movement as a silent agreement, he’s about to stand up when he has the last second thought to grab the spare throw blanket across the foot of the bed and wrap it around you, knowing you’d quickly get cold without it once he set you down to run the bath. He carries you to the en suite and attempts to set you on the counter, immediately scooping you back up into his arms and soothing you as you start to fuss at the prospect of being set down and no longer touching him, “ok, ok I won’t set you down, I’ve got you, don’t worry bunny. Dada’s got you.” 

He maneuvers himself to sit on the edge of the tub, balancing you both carefully as he manages to turn on the tub with one hand and rocks you against him as he waits for it to warm up, soft tendrils of steam coming off the surface, before he reaches into the tub to close the drain and pours in an undetermined amount of lavender bubble bath. He stands up and brings you over to the counter, his hand coming up to the edge of your shirt, “I’m gonna get you undressed now ok? Can dada set you down so he can do it quick so you don’t get cold?” He waits a few seconds before he feels a small nod from you against his neck, gently setting you on the counter as you whine at the loss of his warmth and scent, a shiver running through your body again.

“I know little one, I’ll make it real quick and then you’ll be nice and warm in the bath and I’ll join you too, gonna stay with you the whole time.” He soothes you as he makes quick work of your sweaty clothes, dropping them into the hamper, his own sweatpants following shortly after, before he lifts you back into his arms. Bob lets out a concerned hum at the heat of your bare skin against his, letting you press yourself impossibly closer to him in his arms for a moment as he carefully steps into the tub and lowers you both down into the warm water. You instantly relax further against him, letting out a soft coo as the hot water soothes the aches of your body and the lavender works to slightly clear up the congestion in your chest. Bob eventually grabs the baby shampoo from next to the tub as the water starts to cool some and gently starts to work it through your slightly sweat matted hair. Logically he knows it’ll be just as sweaty again later, but at least for right now you’ll be nice and clean. He brings his hands down to the water to rinse them off before wrapping his arms back around you, “I’m gonna drain the tub and get us all rinsed off now ok?” 

You let out a whine at the thought of the warm water disappearing from around you, shoving yourself further into Bob’s chest as it flows down the drain. He keeps you both sitting in the tub as he turns the tap back on, letting it run to fully warm back up before pulling the switch and covering you both in a steaming spray of water while he begins to rinse the shampoo out of your hair. He massages your scalp gently, hoping the gentle touches soothe some of the fever induced headache away, whispers of sweet nothings and comforts slipping past his lips the entire time. Your head eventually falling against his shoulder, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed, no matter how good the warm water felt against you and your aching body. Bob lets out a soft hum, pressing a kiss to the top of your wet head, deeming your hair rinsed enough to get out of the tub as he reaches to turn off the shower and carefully stand you both up. He thanks whatever god that may exist that he thought ahead for your protest of the cold air as he pulls the shower curtain open, tears of discomfort and exhaustion springing to your eyes even as he wraps your fluffiest towel around you, your hands instantly reaching back out for him from where he’s sat you on the counter. 

Bob dries you off quickly and securely wraps the towel around you before giving himself a quick once over, barely bothering to dry his hair just enough to stop it from dripping off his short curls before scooping you back up into his arms and carrying you back to bed. He sets you down in front of him, running a comb through your hair and quickly putting it in a loose braid to keep it from getting tangled and out of your face. He softly kisses the top of your head with a whisper of, “Be right back Bunny, dada’s just going over to the dresser to grab some pjs, I’m still right here, not leavin’ ya at all.”

He digs through the drawers before pulling out a simple pair of sleep shorts for you and a pair of sweatpants for himself, knowing you’d likely want skin to skin contact with the amount of discomfort you were in and just how little you were. He grabs your pink pacifier with Thumper the rabbit on it almost on autopilot, pausing for a split second before reaching back into the dresser and pulling out your softest romper, a simple pastel color block and made of a thick but incredibly soft cotton, just in case. A soft whimper draws his attention back to you on the bed, you had turned to watch him with wide, glassy eyes and he noticed your bottom lip starting to tremble ever so slightly as tears began to slip down your reddened cheeks, a sign he was taking too long away from you. Bob slipped his sweatpants on in record speed and hurried back over to your side, cupping your face, smoothing his thumb along your cheek and kissing your forehead, “Shh Bunny it’s ok, Dada’s got you, ‘m sorry I took so long getting pjs, c’mere let me get you dressed.”

You lean towards him, letting him position you as he needed to in order to get your shorts on before grasping onto him after he slips your pacifier in your mouth, pressing your bare chest against his and nestling your face into his neck with a hiccuping sigh, letting some of the discomfort bleed out of you as it was overwhelmed by the safety and comfort of your Bobby’s arms. He grabs your soft blanket and wraps it snugly around your shoulders before hoisting you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carries you to the kitchen. He rummages through the fridge, a soft “ah ha!” filling the quiet air around you as he pulls out an applesauce pouch from the drawer, cracking the top off before easing your paci out of your mouth again, holding the applesauce to your lips only for you to turn your head away from it with a whine. Bob lets out a soft sigh, gently trying to coax you into taking it, “c’mon little one, you have to eat a little something so you can feel better. If you eat this I’ll get you some juice too ok?”

The promise of juice spurs you into reluctantly taking the pouch into your mouth, a soft smile spreading across Bob’s face, pressing a kiss to your warm cheek and murmuring praises to you, “that’s my baby girl, doing so good for me. Ya don’t gotta eat it all right now, just a little bit is ok, good Bunny.”

You ate as much of the pouch as your stomach would allow, which wasn’t much, but Bob was just happy he was able to get anything in your system. Staying true to his promise he filled a sippy cup with apple juice, offering it to you only for you to reach back for your paci again, your upset stomach not able to handle anything else at the moment. Bob let out a sympathetic coo in understanding, easily slipping it back into your mouth as he carried you over to the couch, settling you down on top of him and pulling another blanket over the two of you. Your skin was still too warm for his liking, a flush coloring the tops of your cheeks as you burrowed impossibly closer to him, tears starting to well in your eyes again as the aches of your body make themselves known once again after being calmed by the warm bath. Bob let his hand rest at the nape of your neck, gently scratching through the baby hairs there that had already escaped your braid, soothing you into sleep again despite the shivers that started to make their way through your body again, Bob pulling the blankets tighter around you. 

Bob wasn’t sure how much time had passed with you in a light but peaceful sleep on his chest, scrolling aimlessly on his phone as he held you close. It wasn’t until he was startled back to reality by a cry that he even realized he had fallen asleep as well, his brain instantly fully waking up as he took in your shaking, whimpering form on his chest. Your face was scrunched up in a mixture of pain and fear, your paci slipped out of your mouth and now laying against Bob’s bicep as you cried out again in your fever induced nightmare, a thin layer of sweat once again coating your flushed skin. Bob carefully sat up so you both were partially upright, hands sliding up your bare back to scratch at your scalp and gently swipe his thumbs across your cheeks.

“C’mon baby girl, wake up for me darlin’, it’s just a bad dream”, Bob soothed you, urging you awake, sighing in relief as your eyes blinked open, unfocused and filled with tears, “there’s my Bunny, you’re safe. It was just bad dream, dada’s got you, you’re safe.”

You clung onto his words but they weren’t enough to squash down the fears that still flashed in your mind every few seconds. You looked at him and blinked once, twice, before the dam broke inside you with a cry, “Dada!”

You pressed your face aggressively into the hand still resting on your cheek as heavy, painful sounding sobs wracked your body. Bob instantly pulled your face into his neck, letting you sob against his skin as he rocked you side to side and shushed you softly, trying to get you to settle before you tore up your already sore throat even more or made yourself sick from your gasps of air in between sobs, he could already hear your voice getting more hoarse with each passing cry out for him. As your cries slowly died down Bob eased your paci back into your mouth when he noticed you mouthing at the skin of his shoulder, looking for something to help soothe you. He continued rocking you as you slumped against him, your face buried back into his neck as you continued to take shuddering, hiccuping breaths, although they were getting less frequent. He could still feel fresh tears landing against his skin before he gently pulled your face away from him to look at you, still silently crying, “there we go little one, that’s good. Do you wanna go back to bed?”

You just nodded at him with a sniffle and a hiccup, throat too sore to do anything else, as you felt another wave of fresh tears spring to your eyes, the exhaustion caused by your nightmare and subsequent sobbing settled true and deep into you now. Bob simply scooped you up from the couch as he stood, grabbing your nearly forgotten sippy cup of juice off the coffee table and making sure the blanket wouldn't fall off your shoulders on the trek back to your bedroom. He settled you down on the bed, you were too exhausted to notice him briefly stepping away to turn on the box fan you kept in the corner of the room and to grab you some medicine from the bathroom. Bob returned to the bed, gently sitting you up and smiling softly as you looked at him with hazy doe eyes and holding out a small measuring cup filled with medicine, even in your exhausted state you still crinkled your nose in disgust at it, clearly displeased by just the notion of it. Bob let out a soft chuckle, “I know baby girl, but you’ve gotta take it, it’ll help you feel better. And look! I even have your juice right over there.”

He pointed over at the sippy cup now sitting on your nightstand, trying to talk you into taking the horribly fruit flavored medicine. You quickly decided you were too tired to put up much of a fight, begrudgingly letting Bob take your paci out of your mouth and help you quickly take it. You let out a disgusted cough as a few fresh tears slipped down your cheeks, still red and splotchy from both your fever and your sobbing after your nightmare. However, Bob was prepared, already handing you your juice to wash the taste out of your mouth before more tears could make themselves known. He let you have your fill of the juice, although truthfully it was only a few sips, before he slipped your paci back into your mouth. He was about to climb into bed with you when he thought about the romper he had grabbed earlier, long forgotten where he had tossed it to the head of the bed until now. He picked it up from by the pillows, holding it up in front of you as you looked more and more drowsy by the minute, “do you wanna wear your romper to bed, Bunny? It’s your super soft one with the pretty pastel colors.”

A slightly dopey smile spread across your face from under your paci as you slowly but eagerly nodded, a matching smile making its way to Bob’s face as he realized that the medicine was already helping you feel a little better. He slipped your romper on, quickly turning around to the dresser to grab your matching paci clip, clipping it to the collar of the romper and the other end to the paci sleepily hanging between your lips. He gently pushed it back into your mouth with a soft chuckle, taking a minute to look at you after he was done, admiring you and just how he got so damn lucky to have you in his life. He settled down in bed, guiding you to lay next to him, cuddled up into his side with one of his arms wrapped protectively around you as he murmured into your hair, “go to sleep Bunny, I’m not leavin’ anytime soon, gonna be right here when you wake up, I promise. I love you so much.”

He placed a soft kiss to your head as he felt your breathing even out, relieved to feel that your body was slightly less warm against his than it was earlier. He knew he’d likely get whatever bug you had, and that you would likely wake up still sick once the meds wore off, but none of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered was that you were finally sleeping peacefully after a day full of discomfort and pain, and that was the most important thing in the world to him.

#robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #bob x little! reader #robert bob floyd x little! reader #sebby lovely <3

[floydsmuse]

thinking about making love to Bobby on a rainy chilled night. his body feels like a warm weighted blanket against yours as he thrusts into you at a steady pace & works his magic to make you completely unravel beneath him. he places delicate kisses along the column of your throat & praises you for taking him so well. rain pitter patters onto the window & becomes louder as your release quickly approaches you. Bob encourages you to let go, as he does the same himself. you two remain wrapped up in each other & intimately connected until the rain finally settles down & the night fades to quiet.

#thought i’d share this little thought before i head to bed #i need this more than ever right now #bob floyd #top gun maverick #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd x y/n #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x you #bob floyd imagine #lewis pullman #floydsmuse

[sebsxphia]

daddy rhett and dada bobby with a little who is incredibly sensitive. who always needs a stuffy clutched tightly to their chest and carried around. who always has a soft blankie wrapped over their shoudlers and being carried around as well. who always needs to be told exactly what their daddies are doing and where they are. who always needs to communicate to their daddies when they’re ready for touch.

“hey, bunny. daddy and i are in the kitchen cookin’. would you like to join me and daddy rhett? would y’ like to sit at the dinner table and colour, little one?”

“‘m gon’ be outside wi’ the animals and makin’ sure they’re happy, bambi. bobby’s in his workshop workin’ on your lil’ bookshelf. would y’ like to come with me, or dada bobby, little one? with me? atta’, bambi.”

“hello, my little bunny! what would you like? oh, you’d like t’ be held? of course. would you like me, or daddy rhett to hold you, bunny?”

“would y’ like daddy t’ keep his shirt on, or take it off, for skin on skin, bambi?”

#me! #rhett abbott #robert bob floyd #rhett abbott x little!reader #bob x little!reader #sebs agere

[roosterscockpit]

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 36

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Hi my lovelies! I am back and getting better, thankfully 🥹 I can’t wait for you all to read this chapter. I get so excited when i post new parts for you. I love all of your interactions, they make my day 🥰 I love you all! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: You and Bradley have a plane! You will learn something new about your man today. Enjoy your first plane ride with your Fiancé 😉😘 (also sorrryyyyy 😏)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: cursing, almost death, nudity, FUCKIN SMUT, SMUT and MORE SMUT. Minors DO NOT INTERACT. (You have been warned) 18+ only. But other than that LOVEEE 🥰

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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“We have a plane, Bradley? How? When?” You were at a loss for words. “A fucking plane?”

Bradley laughed, “Yes baby, a plane.” 

He started to push you to it. He took the keys from your hand and pushed a button. Bradley went up to the plane and disengaged the door. He slowly walked it down with his hands. It was fully extended and the inside of the plane was lit up. He looked over to you and put his hand out. “After you, Fiancée.”

You placed your hand in his and he guided you up the stairs. You looked back before you entered. You looked at the squad, Mav, and Penny. You smiled as they waved to you. You waved back and blew a kiss at them. Fanboy acted like he caught it and held it to his chest. You giggled. Bradley started to make his way up the stairs. He turned and waved to everyone.

“Use protection this time, Bradshaw!” Hangman yelled out to both of you. He started to laugh loudly. 

Bradley shook his head and chuckled. He put his hand on your lower back and pushed you into the plane. He retracted the steps back and locked the door into place. You looked around as he did one more check. You walked through the plane and it was so beautiful. You traced your hands over the big white leather seats, everything was so simple and sleek. The floor was black hardwood, and there was a strip of it leading to the back where the private restroom was. This thing was luxurious. There was no way it belonged to you and Bradley. You turned around to him as he flipped some switches. You went behind him as he sat in one of the pilot’s seats.

“This thing is beautiful, Bradley. But, how? Is it really ours?” You rested your arms on the headrest of the seat Bradley was sitting in and rested your head on your arms.

He was so focused in the cockpit. He was flipping switches, pushing buttons, adjusting things. “Yes, baby. This is really ours.” He chuckled and turned to you. He stood up and kissed your nose. He walked through the plane and pushed the tables back into the walls, went to close the bathroom doors and locked them, and made sure all the stowaways were locked and closed. He made his way back to the Pilot’s seat and flipped more switches. He set some coordinates on the screen above him. 

“Here sweetheart, sit here next to me and put these on.” He pointed to the second Pilot’s seat and handed you a headset. 

You grabbed the headset and sat down. “Bradley, where is the pilot…?” 

He stopped his hand before he flipped a switch. He was frozen. He turned his head slowly to you and smiled, “I am the pilot, love.” He chuckled and flipped the switch. The left engine started up. He snapped his headset on and flipped the switch for the right engine to start up. 

“Ready for Taxi.” He said into the mic and you heard it on your end.

You took off one of the headphones from your ear and tapped Bradley’s arm. He looked over at you and smiled. He took off a headphone and leaned toward you. He covered the mic, “Yes, baby?” 

You covered your mic too and took at him nervously, “You’re flying the plane?” 

He laughed and nodded. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on your lips, “That I am, baby.”

You shook your head, “No but you fly fighter jets. This is not a fighter jet. This, Bradley. This is a commercial jet.”

He pressed his lips into a line and nodded at you, “I am aware, sweetheart. I can fly this plane. Flying is flying.” He put his hand on your arm, “No flips or crazy maneuvers. Just flying, baby girl.” He smiled reassuringly at you. 

You nodded slowly and placed your headphone back on. You sat slowly back into your seat and strapped your seatbelt super tight. You took a deep breath and listened to the radio traffic between Bradley, Hangman, and someone you didn’t recognize the voice of. 

“Taxi car clear, the runway is yours, Bradshaw,” Hangman called over the radio.

“Big 10-4, Hangie. The runway is a go.” Bradley readied up the plane. 

“Clear for take-off, Roo. Just finished up the outside check.” Hangman called. 

You could feel it stirring around as the engines kicked up. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You tightened your grasp around the arms rests. You felt a squeeze on your leg and you opened your eyes. You saw Bradley’s hand on your knee. You looked up at him and he nodded, “I love you, honey. You’re gonna love where we are going.”

You smiled nervously at him and nodded. You placed your hand on his, “I love you too, bird boy.” 

He brought his hand back to the throttle, he eased it forward and the plane started to take off. 

“See you in a couple of days guys,” Bradley called over the radio.

“Fly safe, bird brain. Take care. Love you, Rooster.” Hangman called back. 

Bradley smiled as he pulled on the yoke and the plane started to leave the runway and started to ascend into the night sky. Bradley changed the frequency of the radio and was in contact with another person. They were exchanging traffic and directions with each other. You got lost in all the pilot talk. You looked out the windows and watched as the lights below you from the houses got smaller and smaller. As you reached maximum altitude you were looking at the moon and stars. It was beautiful, breathtaking. Everything was so clear. You looked over at Bradley, he hit the autopilot and looked over at you. He removed his headset and signaled for you to take yours off. You removed your headset and shifted in your chair to look over at him. 

“Wasn’t bad, right? No flips or tricks.” He reached his hand out for yours.

You grabbed his hand and he stroked your knuckles with his thumb. “This is definitely not what I expected to come home to.” You looked up and smiled at him. “This is so crazy!” You giggled.

He pulled your hand to him, “Come here, baby.” He patted his lap with his other hand. “It’ll be okay I promise, I just want you close to me.” 

You unbuckled your seatbelt and made your way over to Bradley. You sat on his lap and he cradled you in his arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Bradley placed wet kisses against your jawline. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, “Are you a part of the mile-high club yet, sweetheart?” His voice was huskier than usual. 

You sat up in shock and looked at him, “Am I what?”

He chuckled and licked his lips, “Have you ever had sex in a plane?”

You laughed, “Bradley, the last time I had sex was when Leia was conceived.” 

His eyes shot open, “Wait, really?” He adjusted himself in the seat. “Are you serious, baby?”

You were appalled, “Excuse me? Have you had sex in a plane, Bradshaw?” You laughed annoyingly.

“Uhh…I” He sat back in the seat and looked up at you and breathed out a single laugh, “I haven’t had sex since Leia either.” 

You both looked at each other and raised your brows, “God, I think I just fell in even more in love with you, y/n.” He traced circles into your hip.

“You really haven’t, Bradley? But, you’re like a guy…” you leaned back and looked at him.

“I do have a left and right hand, y/n. How do you think I got these guns? These aren’t from the gym, y’know.” He flexed and laughed. 

“You’re sick, Bradshaw.” You pushed his arm down.

“If it makes you feel better, it was always to you, baby. You were all I thought about.” He smirked at you with his puppy dog eyes. He looked down and rubbed your thigh, “My heart belonged and belongs to you, always. I didn’t care for anyone else. It has always been you.” 

You placed your hand on his chin and met his eyes, “I love you, Bradley Bradshaw.” 

“I love you too, my fiancée.” He continued to rub your thigh and looked deeply into your eyes.

“Where are we going…Fiancé?” You said softly. 

He patted your thigh, “That is a surprise for you, babe.” He kissed your cheek. 

He gripped your thigh and started to stand up. You got off of his lap and stood. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up. He was too tall to stand fully. So he was hunched over while he stretched out his legs. He open the doors to the main cabin and was able to stand up straight. He stretched and opened his arms for you to come into. You looked at the controls and looked back at Bradley, “It is just for a second, sweetheart. Come and give me a hug.” He wiggled his fingers to motion you to come into his arms. 

You walked over slowly and buried yourself into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you slowly and squeezed you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. He finally let go and placed a kiss on the top of your head. You looked up at him and he kissed your forehead. He let out a yawn and wiped his eyes. “Okay, pilot y/n. Take over for a second. I need to go and use the John.” The pointed his thumb over his shoulder to the bathroom in the back. He turned around and started to walk over to the doors.

“Bradley, wait. I don't know how to fly a plane!?” You had your hands up in confusion.

He had his head between the doors. “Baby, it’s on autopilot. Just go sit your beautiful ass up there and look sexy.” He winked at you and closed the doors. 

You turned around and looked at the control panel. “What the fuck?”

Then you heard the doors open behind you. You turned around. Bradley peeked his head out again, “Do it naked, that would be fucking hot.” He smiled at you. 

“Go and drop your bomb, Lieutenant.” You crossed your arms and looked at him annoyed. 

He laughed and disappeared behind the doors again, “You better be naked when I come back! So I can put my cock in your pit!” He yelled through the doors.

You groaned and threw your head back. You plopped yourself into Bradley’s seat and laughed. “Put my cock in your pit…” You laughed a little harder. “Stupid man.” You laughed to yourself. 

You looked around at all the controls, there were so many things going on. You were amazed at how skilled Bradley was to be able to know what to press, when to press it, and what it did. You knew you couldn’t remember all of this and the specific steps you had to do to make the plane even start. You straightened out your back and looked out the window. The view was so beautiful. There was no sign of any light below or out in front of your view. You had no idea where you two were going; nonetheless, what direction you were heading. You sat there in silence and enjoyed it. You closed your eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. You felt so relaxed. You thought about the entire day. From the moment you went to go and visit your mom and dad until now. Today was filled with so much. Then here you were on a plane again going god knows where. But it didn’t feel overwhelming. It was nice. You felt a hand on your shoulder. You opened your eyes and looked back. 

You turned to see a naked torso, you looked up with wide eyes. 

“Bradley Nicolas Bradshaw… where are your clothes?”

You stood up and looked at him, he was butt-ass naked.

“Question is why are you still wearing clothes, sweetheart?” He raised his brows to you. 

You looked down and looked at him. He started to tug on your jacket.

“You’re not serious…” You looked at him through squinted eyes. 

“Oh, I am as serious as it gets.” He looked at you with sly eyes.

“But you have to fly the plane…” you started to shy away from the naked man in front of you. 

“I’m very good at multitasking, sweetheart. Don’t you remember? I am a one-man pilot in my fighter jet. I am trained for this.” His voice was super raspy. “We can check mile-high club off of both our lists.” He winked at you.

Your heart started to race. You could feel yourself blushing while you looked down at the floor. You buried your eyes into your hands and sat back down. You looked up and were face to face with his nether region. You gulped. 

“Holy shit.” You looked up at Bradley and he smirked trying to hold back his laughter. 

“Up to you, baby. I am also very okay with putting my clothes back on. I just wanted to make you sweat.” He kissed your forehead and started to walk back to the bathroom area. 

You watched him walk back to the bathroom. He was about to reach for the handle, “Bradley, wait.” You could almost hear the smile on his face form. He turned his head slightly. You stood up and he turned around slightly. You started to walk to him removing your clothing. 

He chuckled, “Dangerous game we are playing, sweetheart.” 

You smashed your lips onto him, “You’re a dangerous man in general, Bradshaw.” 

He smiled into your kiss and pulled back slightly as he removed your shirt, “That I definitely am.” He threw your shirt over to the side, “Are you ready to create some turbulence?” 

You went onto your tiptoes and kissed him hard. He rubbed his hands up and down your sides. You walked him back into one of the chairs. He slammed hard against it. “Holy shit, y/n. Are we really doing this?” You were sitting on his lap and sat up.

You looked at him with wide eyes, “What happened to all that talk? Are you shy now?” 

His mouth was open and he looked side to side, avoiding eye contact with you. “I am not shy.”

“Then show me you aren’t shy.” You looked down at him with eyes full of lust. 

He grabbed the back of your neck firmly and pushed you down to his lips. His hand grabbed a fist full of your hair as his other hand roamed your body. Your hands went into his hair and tugged slightly. He moaned against your lips. You could feel him hard against your thigh. You felt warmness in your stomach as Bradley deepened the kiss. He patted your back and you looked at him, “To the cockpit, baby. I still need to be a pilot too.” 

He gripped your butt and carried you over to the Pilot’s seat. He plopped himself into the seat and roughly grabbed your face and started to kiss you again. Your breath became shallow as the intensity started to build. You were hungrily attacking Bradley with kisses all over his face. You made your way to his neck and kissed it sloppily. He was bucking his hips into you as he continued to flip a couple of switches on the control panel. He put his headset on briefly to listen for any radio traffic. There was nothing. He checked the heading direction and was still on track. He threw the headset onto the other seat. 

You started to make your way down his torso until you were met with his big hard length. You gave it a lick and he nearly jumped out of his seat, “Oh my god, baby. You’re not wasting any time.” He inhaled sharply as you licked his pre-cum from the slit of his head. He threw his head back in desire. He grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged at the roots, “Go ahead, baby. Show me what I’ve been missing. I need you.” You gave him a few more teasing licks and kisses before you took him into your mouth. Your saliva was running down this shaft and you used it as lubrication to pump him in your hand. Bradley started to squirm around in his seat, “Oh you look so good with my cock in that pretty mouth, baby.” 

He looked down and watched you. You glanced up while you brought him deeper into your mouth. He tensed up when his tip hit the back of your throat. He looked down at you with wide eyes. His pupils were blown. His breath stuttered as he tried to hold himself together. You tightened your grip slightly as you pulled him from your mouth. You started to pump his length In your hand as you took one of his balls into your mouth and sucked on it tenderly. You could hear the squeak as his hand gripped onto the leather arms rests. His eyes rolled back slightly as you worked him near his climax. You moaned against him and it made his stomach tighten. His toes started to curl. He grabbed your head and pulled you up to kiss him, “No I want to keep going. I don’t want to finish just yet, baby.” 

He laid back on the chair. He was holding your hips as you climbed on top of him. He lined himself up with your soaking wet slit. He gently pushed you down onto him he groaned at how tight you were. “Holy fuck, y/n. You're fucking tight for me, baby.” He closed his eyes tight as you started to ride him. He bucked his hips up into you as you came down to create more friction, “You don’t have to be so quiet baby. This isn’t church. We are all by ourselves up here.” He slammed himself into you and you let out a moan that could be described as pornographic. 

You leaned forward and had your face in Bradley’s neck as you rode him. You moaned his name into his ear, he was hitting new spots. He felt bigger and different this time. Your walls clenched around him tightly as you came. Your hips bucked lazily as you coated his cock. He held you down firmly onto his lap and roughly threw his hips into you. He was breathing heavily into your ear, “God baby. You're taking me so well. Do you love when I fuck you? Is that why you waited for me?” You arched your back in ecstasy. He leaned against your chest. His hands are entangled in your bra as he tried to undo the hooks. “Fuck baby. A little help please.” You wrapped an arm around his neck and the other back to your bra. You unhooked it. He grabbed the middle of your bra with his teeth and ripped it off of you. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and licked and sucked on it gently. 

You screamed out with pleasure, “Oh my god, Bradley.” He brought his mouth to the other and teases it between his teeth. You grabbed onto his curls and arched your back as he slammed his hips into you. You rested your other hand on his knee to stable yourself. He stood up slightly and turned you around. He had you bent over the middle console between the pilot’s chairs. He held onto your hips with a death grip as he drove himself into you. “Please go harder, Bradley!” He drove himself into you harder and faster. You were definitely going to be paralyzed. Your moans filled the plane. The windows slightly fogging up. 

Bradley checked all the control panels just to make sure everything was still okay. Your legs started to shake from all the pleasure. You felt your climax coming over you again. Bradley held your hair into a ponytail and yanked your head back to him as he slammed into you. “Did you miss me, baby?” You tried to nod but he pulled your hair tighter, “I want to hear you, sweetheart.” He kissed your lips, “Tell me you fucking missed me. Tell me you’re all fucking mine.” You came all over him again, “I-I fuck-k” He tugged at your hair again, and you screamed out with pleasure, “I fucking miss you and the way you fuck me.” He pushed your head into the middle console. You were incoherent. You were drunk off his cock. Your eyes rolled back so far into your head that you could see your brain. 

Bradley grabbed your hips and kept himself inside of you while he sat back on the chair. He stuck to the chair because he was so sticky and covered in sweat. Your baby hairs started to curl from the sweat and condensation that was building up. He helped guide you as you rode him backward. “God your ass looks amazing going up and down against me.” He smacked it hard and left his red handprint on you. “Go, hard baby. You’re doing so good.” You moaned out his name as you continued to ride him again, “Fuck Bradley, you feel so good.” You arched your back and held onto his hands. You threw your head forward and hit the control panel. 

“HOLY SHIT, Y/N!” Bradley pulled out of you as the plane started to take a nose dive. He yanked on the yoke and steadied the plane again. He re-engaged the autopilot. He sat back and put his hands over his mouth. 

You barely were able to hold yourself up. You were slumped against the other chair to help prop your weak knees up. You had your hand over your mouth and your eyes were wide. You were trying to contain your anxiety and laughter. 

Bradley started to laugh loudly. “We almost died having sex, babe.” You started to laugh with him, “Holy shit.” 

He leaned over to you and moved your curly baby hairs from your face, “Is your head okay? You hit that thing hard, honey.” He checked your forehead. There was a slight cut, but nothing serious. He started to laugh, “Oh my god, baby.” 

You turned red from embarrassment. “I can’t believe I just did that.” You laughed even harder. 

Bradley kissed your cut, “How is that for a mile-high club story?” 

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I do not consent or advocate for doing any of this while flying a plane. I just wanted to throw that disclaimer out there 😭 Not us disengaging the auto pilot during ✨spicy time✨ 😂 Where do you think Bradley is bringing you? I will see you in the next part, babes! 🫶🏼

My taggie babies are in the comments 💕

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[startrekfangirl2233]

A Sneak Peek....

This is for @attapullman. Happy Bob Floyd Month!

“Y-you’re a virgin?”  The words are said so quietly you half think they’re a figment of your imagination.  “But you’re so pretty, Artemis. Those men didn’t deserve you, not at all.” You smile and pat the blanket with your hand. Bob sits gingerly on the edge of the blanket with his back to the Daggers. “It’s nice of you to say so, Bob.” His cheeks are pink, and his blue eyes are dark and deep as they stare into your own. “I’m serious. If it were me, I’d have kissed you until your head was spinning, and those pretty lips were all swollen for me.” You can’t breathe for a completely different reason in comparison to all those minutes ago. You can smell whiskey on his breath, coupled with the smokey sweetness of the bonfire and the floral notes from his cologne.

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[rassvetsky]

Drunk bob gets the very obvious rosy glow and vehemently declares to everyone that he’s not drunk

you. you have awakened the need of dropkicking bob in me. so i decided to elaborate a tiny bit in my half-asleep state! absolute light of my life ilysm

You should've seen it. 

Actually, you know what? There's no way this could be on you. Because everyone was well aware that Robert just can't hold his liquor, and you were pretty sure that those glasses of G&T didn't magically find its way into Bob's hands. Jake and Javy might take pride in their not-a-feeling-behind-these-eyes expressions but the shit-eating grin on their lips told you exactly what you needed to know. 

But you couldn't blame them if you tried. While sober Bob, the pretty wallflower who only speaks when spoken to —or when someone disrespects a woman, he's cool like that— is fun enough to be around; drunk Bob is a whole other experience. Drunk Bob is a state of mind, if you think about it. There's only so much you can experience in this world, and witnessing drunk Bob is one of the experiences in which—

"Who?! WHO?!" 

Drunk Bob is also pretty loud, yeah. 

"You, dude. You. You're drunk as hell." 

"What? That's such bullshit." he slurred, somehow a bit hyper, and if that wasn't a clear enough indicator of his mental state, the rosy glow on his cheeks definitely gave it all away. "The audacity! Accusing me of— wow. Just wow, Mickey. And I thought you and I were friends or somethin'." 

"We are friends—" 

"Only a true friend would be that truly honest!" 

"Did you just quote Shrek? That makes no sense—" 

But Robert ignored his protest, deciding instead to take a seat somewhere —which in this case happened to be right between you and Natasha, on the already not-so-spacious couch— with his arms folded across his chest and an absolutely adorable pout on his lips. 

He looked so cute, you wanted to smack him across the face with a tray. Natasha didn't seem to like him all that much at that moment, though. 

Out of instinct or whatever the hell that was, you reached out to squish his cheeks together with your hand while he was staring at a small crack on the wall— wondering if that should be a concern. Why would a wall crack by itself, anyway? He melted right against your palm nevertheless, a huff leaving his lips before he lowered himself a bit to be able to rest his head against your shoulder. "Aw, did Fanboy upset you, baby?" 

"I'm not drunk." 

"Yes you are," you chuckled, wrapping both of your arms around him this time when he shrugged and pouted a bit more. "Look at you. All rosy."

"You're rosy, shut up." he shook his head to both sides, half-heartedly trying to peel your arms off of him but pulling them close whenever he felt like you were going to actually pull away. "You're all really, really stupid. Just throwin' accusations around. And I'm even stupider because I love you all so much."

#bob #he's so ARRRGHHFGDFJJJJ #hello?? HELLO??? #JDKSJFSKF i really wanna slap him. affectionately #silly little dude #robert floyd #robert floyd #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick

[friendlyneighorhoodchaosdemon]

"Might Be an Understatement" | Robert "Bob" Floyd

this fic is race/ hair type/ body type neutral; why does that matter? If you feel I’ve overlooked something in regard to this, no matter how “small”, please let me know!

word count | 2.8k

warnings/ notes | 18+, smut; rope bondage, blindfolds, toys, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, spanking, me spreading the service top Bob agenda, cmnf if you squint, masochistic reader/ sadistic Bob if you squint. just... there's a lot.

the culmination of this obsession is me finally writing fic again after like 6 years. hate to see it.

also this was a working title but I've yet to come up with anything better sorry!

ao3

minors please respect my wishes and do not interact with my work/ blog.

Bob presses small kisses to the back of your neck and you drop your chin to your chest, groaning softly as practiced fingers work deeper into the muscles of your shoulders. Warm hands grip you and you can’t help the shiver that runs up your spine as they start to roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, the tops of your thighs; exploring you like it’s the first time.

He leans in close to whisper against the column of your throat, the cool metal of his glasses against your heated skin making you gasp.

“I'm gonna take care of you tonight. You gonna let me?” You nod and a slight gasp passes your lips, both at the words themselves and at the breath that whispers against your skin.

He pulls away to reach behind you, one hand remaining on your waist as he opens the bedside drawer with the other. You hear him rummage around for a bit, smiling to yourself when you hear the telltale thap of rope on the carpeted floor. 

"This okay sweetheart?", he asks, brushing another kiss to the side of your neck. You hum your assent.

"Alright then; arms behind your back."

You do as he says, reaching to grab your opposite elbow in each hand and he begins binding them together. The rope scratches lightly against your skin; enough for you to know it’s there but not enough to be irritating or distracting. 

One hand comes to rest at the base of your throat, squeezing lightly and you lean into the touch, humming contentedly. Before you can drift too far, Bob pulls you flush to him, his warmth seeping into you as his body envelops yours. He reaches under your arms to pass the rope under your breasts, looping it around and around, fingers lightly grazing your nipples with each pass.

He works maddeningly, torturously slow, intentional in his movements as always; sliding the rope back and forth across your skin, making sure you feel each and every drag.

Lifting your chin to face him, he places a small peck to your lips and you smile. Knowing how much he likes to tease (and not knowing when you’ll get another chance), you clumsily surge forward to deepen the kiss. He indulges you for a moment, sliding his tongue against yours before pulling away with a lopsided smile.

“You alright there darlin’?” he asks. While the kiss had been relatively chaste, it was always easy to get lost in the way Bob kisses you and you’re already panting a little.

He slides a few fingers underneath the rope caging your ribs, ostensibly to test the knots and make sure they aren’t too tight, but his touch lingers a bit too long for it to be just that.

Placing a broad hand on your back, he guides you forward until you’re comfortably on your shoulders and knees, placing a pillow for you to rest your head on before resuming his work. 

By the time he gets to your legs, he’s given up all pretense of “just testing the knots here”, and the gentle, teasing touches have given way to firm, brazen squeezes as he binds your calves to your thighs. With a firm grip, he slowly pulls your knees apart, spreading you open to him and you shudder as the cool air ghosts over your exposed cunt.

"How you doin’ darlin’?"  he asks, mostly to check in, but you don’t miss how his voice drops when he says it.

"Would be doing a lot better if you would actually touch me already." You turn to shoot him a fake sweet smile over your shoulder. Unfazed, he returns your smile and gleefully pinches your ass, hard, chuckling at your yelp.

"I have been touching you. And I meant your hands, smart ass. No tingling or numbness right?" He’s still smiling but there’s a tinge of worry in his voice. He knows you’d tell him if something was wrong, but he always makes it a point to check anyway, just in case.

"They're fiiiine" You huff, wiggling them to demonstrate. "Bobby, come on.”

"You know, you’re pretty demanding for someone in your position." He says, pinching your other cheek before hooking his fingers into the rope binding your forearms and jerking you up and into his solid chest.

“I think if I were you, I’d be a little more… agreeable.”

“Bobby,” you whine, growing impatient with his teasing. You’d already been feeling needy before, and you know if you left it up to him he’d just spend the whole night kissing and teasing you, torturing you and keeping you just on the edge.

“Something you want honey?” he murmurs, drawl creeping out as he slides his lips against yours again. This kiss is decidedly much less chaste, and the way his tongue meets yours makes you dizzy.

“I think you know exactly what I want, Robert.” you quip, but you both know there's no bite to it.

“‘Robert’ huh? Must mean I better get to it then.” 

“Mmhmm, think so.” 

You mean for it to sound less breathy than it does, but he takes this opportunity to drag his fingers over your clit, the grin from earlier returning when you gasp against his mouth.

He gives the rope holding your wrists together one final tug before stepping back to admire his handiwork.

His hands glide along your skin as he circles you, taking in the ropes crisscrossing around your chest, binding your arms, all framing your body beautifully and his tongue sneaks out to wet his lips. The shaky breath is the only thing that betray his otherwise calm demeanor and you smirk to yourself, glad to know he’s at least a little affected by this too.

Seemingly satisfied with his inspection, he moves around to face you and for a moment he just stands there, beaming at you. He kind of looks like an actual Boy Scout; like the Bob all his friends know, sweet and unassuming. In an instant that smile is gone, replaced by the self satisfied smirk that you only see in private moments like this.

"You can't escape." 

With how securely you're bound that’s pretty clear, and any other time you would tease him for stating something so obvious, but right now his words make your stomach flip with anticipation.

He leans in closer, deep blue eyes boring into yours, daring you to look away. “You like that? Like bein’ all tied up for me, knowin' you can’t escape? Knowin' I can do whatever I want to you?”

“God yes,” you whimper. 

His gaze feels heavy as his eyes rove up and down your body before he moves out of your line of sight again.

“Close your eyes for me darlin’.” he murmurs lowly, back behind you a moment later.

The soft whisper of fabric grazes your cheek before your vision goes dark as Bob quickly secures the blindfold with a simple knot. 

“How's that feel?” he asks, placing a kiss to your temple.

You only manage a small “Good”, not trusting yourself to say anything more with how your voice wavers.

Deft fingers run up the insides of your thighs as he teases your lips apart. He presses a soft kiss to your slit as his thumb sneaks up to circle your clit and you keen against his mouth.

“And this? How’s this feel?” he murmurs lowly.

“Good, huh- uh. Also good.”

"Been wantin' to get my mouth on you all day," he mumbles into your skin, emphasizing his point with a long, slow lick. The grip on your thighs tightens as he moves to tease his thumbs slowly along your lips, smearing your slick around and making you whimper and squirm against his mouth.

“Be patient,” he chuckles, the vibrations only making you squirm even more.

You thought you’d been quiet enough, but of course he notices, because he’s Bob and he notices everything.

He slides his hands up your stomach and broad, warm palms cup your breasts, fingers grazing the rope as he lightly thumb over your pert nipples. For your part, you're helpless to do much else besides try to muffle your moans and squirm against his firm hold.

“Sound so pretty darlin’. Keep makin’ those pretty sounds for me.” he says, words muffled as his tongue sinks deeper and deeper into you. 

He’s fucking relentless now, lapping at you obscenely, grip tight on the meat of your thighs, keeping you place with seemingly little effort any time you move too much for his liking. Your toes curl when his nose bumps against your clit, unable to do anything but gasp and whine as he steadily brings you higher and higher, muscles straining uselessly against your bonds.

“You close? You gonna cum all over my face baby?”

“Y-yeah, m’close, ugh, fuck Bobby so close,” you practically sob as your legs start to shake.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need- fuck, Bobby just– please make me cum.”

You’re struggling to get breath into your lungs, tears springing in your eyes as you beg.

“Tell me what you need,” he says again, starting to withdraw.

“Fuck, Bobby, I don’t know! Just- spank me?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Spank me. Please.”

Before you can even finish getting the words out you feel a sharp sting against your ass; the sound surprises you more than the sensation and you yelp.

He leans in close to ask, “How’s that? You want it harder baby?”, kissing the side of your temple when you nod.

The second one isn’t particularly hard either, it’s not meant to be, but he isn’t gentle either as he starts a steady rhythm of hits in quick succession; too fast for you to register one before the next lands, purposefully avoiding the pattern he knows you’re looking for.  

"You’re doing so well honey. Just a few more okay?”

Calloused fingers slip back between your legs and over your clit and you arch back into him, desperate for whatever he's willing to give you. You feel like a bow string pulled taught, breath ragged, on the verge of snapping at any moment. You press your forehead to the pillow and gasp as your orgasm crashes over you, punching a long, low moan from your lungs.

He works you through it with small kitten licks, and for a moment he’s silent, save for the quiet curses under his breath.

He stills you with one hand on the nape of your neck as you tremble in a way that might’ve been embarrassing if you weren’t so completely blissed out on dopamine. His other hand hasn’t stopped, though, fingers still coaxing you through your high and you’re dimly aware of the fact that he’s definitely not finished with you.

"Still doin’ okay darlin’?” he murmurs, lightly stroking the back of your neck and pressing your fingertips between his, no doubt checking to make sure the blood rushes back. You’d honestly kind of forgotten about the ropes and pull yourself out of your haze enough to mumble some affirmation, picturing his worried face behind your blindfold.

“‘Okay’ might be a bit of an understatement.” You pant, voice muffled by the pillow, still trying to steady your breathing.

This is apparently enough to reassure him, because he redoubles his previous efforts and presses even harder against your oversensitive clit.

“In that case," he says, quickening his strokes as you roll your hips.

"I want another one.” 

You feel the blunt drag of his fingers against your walls and your eyes roll back when they find that spot inside you, stroking slowly. The hard grip on your waist is the only warning you get before he flips you onto your back, your bound knees splaying out to the side, exposing your soaked cunt even more.

“Are your arms okay?” You nod quickly, and this is the only confirmation he needs before sliding his fingers even deeper.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous like this, darlin',” he mutters, reaching to cup your face in his hand before lightly gripping your chin and capturing your lips for another slow kiss.

“Now let’s see how much more you can take.”

You hear him open the bedside drawer open again and while you're pretty sure you know what's coming next, you still can't help the shiver that races up your spine when you hear the unmistakable buzz of your Hitachi. When his fingers find you again he groans at the realization that you’re somehow even wetter than you were before. You don’t get to savor the feeling for long before he pulls away, his fingers immediately replaced by the head of the toy to your overly sensitive clit.

“Fuck, Bobby!”

He doesn’t turn it up immediately, that’s a game for another night, but he doesn't apply a light touch either. Your thighs snap closed around his hand but it does nothing to deter him; he simply adjusts the angle of his wrist, leaning up to place a kiss on your cheek as he nudges the toy up against your clit before fitting the fingers of his other hand inside you again.

It feels like his hands are everywhere; he keeps the toy pressed firmly against your clit while one hand moves to pinch and roll your nipple and you keen, already on the edge, the beginning of another orgasm starting low in your belly.

“Fuck, Bobby. please—” you’re nearly incoherent at this point, shaking.

Your hips jerk away from his touch when he finally does what you ask, fingers sinking into your heat again.

"Jesus honey, fuckin’ look at you," he says in awe and you moan, high and breathy, trying to press your hips further into his touch.

Bob typically isn't particularly sadistic in bed (not unless you ask him to be), but it’s undeniable how much me loves wringing every ounce of pleasure from your body, even if that means torturing you a little to get it.

Finally he relents, giving you a small, merciful moment of peace before asking quietly,

“Too much sweetheart? Or do you want more?”

You contemplate for a moment before answering.

"Yes. And yes." 

He pauses a moment before chuckling. “‘Yes’ it’s too much and ‘yes’ you want more?”

“Yeah,” you sigh.

"S'okay babydoll, I gotcha," he chuckles. 

His teeth lightly tease your nipples and you arch your back and lean into his touch, the moan that tears from you only egging him on further. The sensation runs through you like lightning, shaking you to your core. 

“Love it when you get all desperate like this for me, you have no idea,” He groans.

The light brush of calloused fingers against your nipples makes you shiver as his hands make their way back up your body and he squeezes again, twisting and pulling until you start to feel those familiar, wonderful sparks of pain. When you gasp he swallows your moans, pulling your hips flush to his and lazily sliding his tongue into your mouth.

He holds nothing back this time, kissing you with unhurried ease, thumbs stroking the skin below your ears and you part your lips, more than happy to let him in. The gesture is sweet but the sensation is quickly becoming too much and you’re distantly aware of the fact that you’re cumming a split second before it actually hits you. 

“Come on baby, make a mess for me.” The sweetness of his tone doesn’t betray the fact that it’s still a command. Combined with the ruthless attention he's laving your nipples with and the way he jerks the toy right up against your clit it turns out to be exactly what you need to finally push you off the edge and you let out an especially loud moan and finally, finally feel yourself fall.

He removes the blindfold and you blink a few times, letting your eyes adjust as you come back down. He's quiet again, waiting for you to process and speak first.

“That was uh… wow,” You say his name as a sigh and he smiles, leaning up to brush his nose against yours.

“Good?” and you can’t help but laugh. The man had, seconds ago, made you cum so hard you saw stars, yet here he is, pushing his glasses back up his nose, blush creeping over his cheeks, somehow worried you hadn’t been satisfied. You move up to press a light kiss to his cheek and inch your way into his side as he drapes an arm over your shoulder.

“‘Good’ might be an understatement." You smile up at him as you repeat your earlier sentiment.

You already feel sleep tugging at you and you let your eyes slip shut, just for a second, promising to return the favor when you wake.

#robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x you #robert floyd smut #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #cannot express how little I want my mutuals to read this :) #if you see me posting self indulgent fic no you didn't #also this wasn't meant to be a kinktober entry but I'll pretend it was intentional and not because I write slow #this was literally 6k+ before I cut it so. #anyway obligatory #bobfucks #bob floyd smut #m.writing #m.txt #bob floyd x black!reader #robert bob floyd x black!reader #bf #my writing

[beachbabey]

daddy!bob with a little who’s purposefully not listening to him?? 🥺🥺

this was so cute to write and EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE

thank you for the ask bubby <3 <3

Sitting on the kitchen counter, You watch Bob prepare lunch for the both of you, you're idly swinging your legs from your position atop one of the counters next to him, chomping on a slice of apple that he gave to you, swinging your legs a little harder, your heels hitting the wood of the cupboard below you. Bobby stops what he's doing and waits for a moment, giving you time to stop your actions yourself, when you don't, he resumes his preparation, chopping up vegetables, not looking at you as he speaks

“No more of that please, sweetheart.” He hums, but his request falls on deaf ears as you continue striking the cupboard door with your feet. Bobby glances up at you, feeling his patience beginning to wear now that he knows you're outright disobeying a simple ask.

“Darling. Stop.” He uses a clear, slow voice, waiting for you to finally listen and behave.

You look up at him with big, innocent eyes, your feet slowly coming to a stop, wiggling them up and down instead of hitting the door. You huff to yourself quietly, feeling that familiar prick of mischief come over you, watching him carefully to see how much you think you could get away with, you wait for him to turn around and focus on cooking before swinging your feet back to bang the door once more. But instead of a telling off or raised voice, this time you're met with a stern stare and a firm tap to the side of your thigh, strong enough to startle you but not hurt, leaving a warming sting on the affected skin for a few seconds.

“Get down and out of the kitchen, go to your room and stay in there until I call you” He uses a flat and uncompromising tone, an irritated expression on his face. But even despite his annoyance, he still helps you off the counter, swiftly and gently bringing you to your feet and guiding you to the doorway. Watching you leave to ensure you went up the stairs and not to the living room to watch tv. And although you whine and grumble quietly, you know better than to go against his words now, especially with a tone as final as that.

#daddy!bobby #caregiver!bob #bob floyd x little!reader #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd #robert bob floyd

[milesdickpic]

Leia Rey And The Dagger Squad

Nothing more wholesome than Vapor girl spending time with her favorite Naval Aviators. 🛫💕

The Dagger Squad Takes Care of Leia HC: Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

Leia’s Valentine Cards HC

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[mangokittokatsu]

Honeybee

Sebby lovely this is for you!!! Happy birthday my love!!!!! 💖💖💖 @sebsxphia

Robert “Bob” Floyd x Little! Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

WC: 2.1k

Tags: age regression, tooth rotting fluff, overuse of the Oxford comma

A day. That’s the only way you could truly describe how your shift had gone, it had been a day. It hadn’t even been overly bad yet here you were, tears stinging your eyes and blurring your vision as you fumbled with your keys to try and unlock the front door when it swings open before you find the right key, revealing Bob on the other side. You look up at his smiling face and let out an involuntary whimper and a wet sigh that borders on a sob, feeling a fuzziness start to take over the edges of your mind as you lurch forward into his arms, “Bobby…” you whine while burying your face into his neck, the tears finally spilling over with a broken sob. He startles for a split second before firmly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you inside, kicking the door shut with his heel as he gently shushes you and rubs your back in soothing circles.

He leads you over to the couch and sits you down where Natasha is watching you in concern, scooting over to allow Bob the space to sandwich you between them as she presses up against your back, feeling your sobs course through your body. She hums quietly before she brings her hand up to your hair and lightly scratches her short nails across your scalp, “oh baby girl,” she lets out with a sympathetic sigh, “it’s ok, we’re here.” She whispers to you in a soft tone and you feel yourself quickly slipping, the stress of the day catching up to you as you melt into their soft touches and words. You slightly remove your face from Bob’s shoulder to press your head into Natasha’s touch with a broken whine, the two of them holding you and letting you cry between them in their arms.

Bob pulls one of his hands out from between you and Natasha once your sobs settle out into sniffles and hiccups, cupping your jaw and guiding your face up to look at him as he swipes his thumb across your cheek to wipe the tears away, “do you wanna talk about it, baby girl?” You shake your head, not knowing how to put it into words, at least not right now, “jus’ want you an’ mommy, ‘m tired”, you whimper out, your voice rough from crying, and lean into his hand as his face softens in understanding. “That’s ok honeybee, whenever you’re ready. We’ve got you, we’re here. Do you want to watch a movie? Or do you just wanna cuddle with me and mommy?” You don’t respond at first, just letting yourself feel their touches and slip further down before looking back up at Bob, “wanna watch a movie” you eventually decide, “can we have snacks?” Your glassy eyes and quiet voice cause a soft smile to break out on his face before he leans in to press a kiss to your nose, “of course we can honeybee.”

You feel Natasha shift behind you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you firmly against her chest in a tight hug. Your eyes slip closed as her warm breath puffs against your scalp before she places a gentle kiss to the crown of your head before she pulls away, shushing you and wrapping the throw blanket from the back of the couch around you when you whine at the loss and sudden cold against your back, “just a minute little one, I’m just grabbing a few things for us. Just stay right here and cuddle with daddy and I’ll be right back”. With one last kiss to your head she disappears towards the kitchen as you burrow into Bob’s chest, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself and eagerly sucking and nibbling on his fingers when he offers them, still sniffling and hiccuping softly with the occasional stray tear escaping your eyes. He hums a random lullaby to you softly, the vibrations spreading through his chest soothing you further, breathing out a soft, shuddering sigh through your nose as you let yourself relax into his hold.

A few minutes go by before Natasha returns, barely juggling a bowl of popcorn as well as some cut up fruit, always insisting on making sure you had balanced snacks, along with a couple juice boxes and water bottles. You let out a quiet giggle around Bob’s fingers as she unceremoniously dumped them onto the coffee table in front of the couch. She looks at you in adoration when you giggle, as if she’s hearing the heavens sing, before plopping back onto the couch next to you and pressing herself up against you where you’ve settled yourself in Bob’s lap while she was gone with your head tucked under his chin. She readjusts you a bit so your legs are draped across her thighs, bringing the three of you as close together as possible. One of her hands grabs yours and squeezes gently as she brushes your hair out of your face. Your eyes are half closed, the stress of the day melting away as exhaustion takes over while Natasha picks a movie for you. It’s something lighthearted that you’ve all seen enough times to quote so you don't have to focus on it. She reaches across your legs and grabs the bowl of popcorn and sets it in your lap, picking up the fruit next and coaxing Bob’s fingers out of your mouth as you pout before she holds a piece out to you and pops it into your mouth, “there we go baby girl, doing so good for us, our perfect little honeybee.”

The three of you continue sitting there, your head tucked under Bob’s chin with his arms wrapped around you and gently rocking as the movie plays quietly on the screen, Natasha gently rubbing your legs while feeding you pieces of popcorn and fruit and giving you sips of your juice box. She occasionally hums along to whatever song is playing in the movie, both of them never stopping their whispers of sweet nothings and praises. You barely register when the credits start rolling, completely melted into their touches and soft words and regressed with your face buried into Bob’s stomach, having slowly shifted down over the course of the movie. You’re gently chewing on the edge of his shirt and getting it wet but he couldn’t care less. His hand is resting in your hair, running his fingers through it and occasionally working out any small tangles he happens to snag while Natasha’s hand rubs soothing circles against the skin of your hip with her thumb where your shirt rode up. She looks over at Bob, nudging her shoulder against his to get his attention and nodding her head in the direction of the stairs. A silent way of telling him it was time for bed before she leans down to talk to you softly, “baby girl, c’mon, let’s get up and go to bed. Do you want me or daddy to carry you or do you wanna walk by yourself?”

You just let out a whine in response, burying your face further into Bob’s stomach as he lets out a soft chuckle, “I know you’re comfy baby girl but you’ll be more comfy in bed, you can even wear one of my sweatshirts to sleep tonight instead of your own pajamas, how does that sound? I know how much you love the one that I’ve still got from the academy and it’s nice and clean.” He waits for you to respond, pulling his hand out of your hair as you wiggle around to sit up slightly, the edge of his shirt dropping from your mouth in the process and watching as you blink a few times, gathering your slow thoughts and nodding in agreement, “ok daddy, c’n mommy carry me to bed?” A soft smile stretches across her face, her eyes filled with love for you as you look at her with hopeful, glassy eyes and she tucks your messy hair behind your ear before she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, “of course I can honeybee, anytime you want.”

She untangles herself from the blankets and out from under your legs so she can sit you upright, promptly scooping you up and propping you on her hip as she stands. You shiver at the cold from the loss of the blanket and your Bobby’s warmth and she lets out a sympathetic coo, “Bobby wrap their blanket around them will you? Can’t have our little one getting cold while we go upstairs now can we?” She gently sways as Bob stands up, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and kissing your cheek, “I’ll be right up baby girl, I’m just gonna clean up while mommy gets you all ready for bed, ok?” His soft words float through your head as you sleepily nod, your head already resting against Natasha’s shoulder with your eyes closed as she turns and carries you up the stairs.

You open your eyes as she sets you down on a hard surface and you frown as you register that you’re not in bed but on the bathroom counter in the en suite, seeing Natasha already grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste, involuntarily letting out a quiet whine from high in the back of your throat in slight protest.

She lets out a soft sigh, “I know darling, but you’ve gotta brush your teeth, I can help you tonight ok? And you can keep your blankie nice and warm around your shoulders.” Her voice a gentle tone but holding no room for argument, you let her rest her hand on your cheek and brush your teeth for you. Knowing that if she takes too long you’ll start to protest, she finishes up quickly. It’s not the most thorough job by her standards but it’s enough for tonight. She hands you a cup of water and instructs you to rinse your mouth as she brushes your hair and begins to braid it for the night, never ending the stream of praise and sweet nothings that drift past her lips through the entire process, “There’s my good girl, so good for me and daddy, I’m almost done and then we can go get you all comfy in bed ok?” She ties off the end of your hair and scoops you up back into her arms to carry you back into the bedroom.

Bob is waiting for you when you walk back through the door, he’s slipped his academy sweatshirt on for a few minutes to make sure it’s nice and warm and smells more like him. He watches Natasha set you gently on the bed and get you changed into a pair of sleep shorts. He quickly removes his sweatshirt and slips the soft material over your head and helps you guide your arms through the sleeves when she takes your shirt off, making sure you don’t get cold. You gently flap the ends of the too long sleeves around over your hands with a soft, happy squeal, bringing the tattered edge of the sleeve up to your mouth and softly chewing on it. Bob and Natasha watching you with matching smiles, looking at you like you’re the most perfect thing in the world and to them you are. Bob pulls the covers back and lays down, guiding you up to lie next to him, “c’mon baby girl, there we go, we’ve got you.” He wraps his arm around you, tucking you against him as you lay your head on his chest. You look up at him with sleepy eyes, shining at him like he hung the moon and he feels his heart melt as he brings his other hand up to brush against your cheek. Natasha climbs into bed behind you, pressing herself against your other side and placing a soft kiss to your shoulder, “love you so much honeybee, always so perfect for us.” Somewhere far in the back of your mind is the faint thought that they’ll want you to talk about your day sometime tomorrow, but that doesn’t matter. Not when you’re safe and relaxed in their arms, their scent surrounding you and lulling you further towards sleep along with their gentle touches, humming as you press your cheek further against Bob’s chest.

“L’ve you and daddy, momma. ‘M sleepy”

“Go to sleep little one, we’ll be right here when you wake up and we’ll do whatever you wanna do tomorrow”, Bob shushes you for one final time. He feels your breathing even out against his side, soft puffs of your breath ghosting across his collarbone as you let yourself fall asleep finally. You drift off knowing he’s telling the truth, exhaustion settled deep in your bones from the day, but feeling beyond safe. Beyond loved and cared for, right here in their arms. Their perfect baby girl that they’d do anything for, as long as it meant you were happy.

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The Bob Fanfiction Plot Idea

Just a slight fanfiction idea (I asked Bay for opinions and they came through), I've been wanting to write a two part one-shot for awhile. It would really be just some light fluff, so here's the idea.

Y/N happens to be another pilot that wears glasses, so when she meets Bob they immediately bond over the fact that they're not alone anymore with having to wear glasses while flying. It causes them to bond over it and eventually get closer.

I plan on having certain times where Y/N would steal his glasses and put them on top of her own, (they would both have strong prescriptions because it would make the most sense)

They would probably tease each other for how blind they are, because it's a funny inside joke for them.

The name of the story would be "You're just like me." Which is what Bob is gonna say towards the reader because he sees her glasses.

I would overall love to write this, especially since I recently caught up on work (both school, and actual work of my two jobs) it'll probably be long since it's only a two parter.

It should hopefully be done in the next couple weeks, but I've been getting ill a lot recently, so we'll see. (Worst outcome, I get top wave out before it, which is a win win either way).

But it will be in existence I swear.

#just a little Kloof chat #top gun #top gun maverick #kloofcanons #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x female reader #headcanon #It's gonna be fluff #I can't bring myself to write smut #also hi Bay! love you

[sebsxphia]

bunny. | bunny and the hangman.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x little!reader x jake ‘hangman’ seresin.

￫ description: you spend a sunday afternoon with your two pilots and jake resumes his role as your caregiver for the first time.

￫ word count: 1.1K.

￫ c/w: age regression, other than that all fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: @thesluttyarchivist teddy my love, this is for you. thank you so much for always encouraging the sweetest and most filthy thoughts we have. i love you to the moon and back, darlin’. <3 | woodland creatures | agere masterlist | main masterlist |

You were aware of the relationship Bob had with Jake and how it grew over the years they worked with each other, and there came the day when you eventually invited Jake into your loving relationship. It was seamless and felt like the last piece to the missing puzzle you and Bob had longed for all this time.

Jake knew about your regression and you’d discussed, like you did with Bob, your boundaries and what you needed from them both. Up until now, Jake hadn’t been privy to this, until one quiet Sunday afternoon.

Jake was lazying on the sofa and watching his Sunday football with Bob draped over his chest. You were, for lack of better word, bored out of your mind and you needed to occupy yourself as Jake cheered and hollered for his team with Bob occasionally joining in.

You grabbed your colouring book and pencils and set down on the coffee table were Jake’s legs were perched and began to colour. The exhaustion of your week was catching up to you and as the pencils scratched on the paper, you felt yourself slipping into that comforting headspace.

You finished a page and proudly turned around to show them both. “Daddy, look!” You tapped the page with your pencil and directed it to Bob who you saw as familiar.

They were none the wiser to you regressing, only thinking you were contently occupying yourself, but Bob was quick to pick up the tone in your voice with your glassy eyes and he immediately sprung up from Jake, his instincts to take care of you now running their full course.

“It’s beautiful, Bunny! Did you do that yourself?”

“Yea’!”

Jake was startled at Bob’s sudden movements, but he caught on quickly to what was occurring beneath his feet. You went back to start a new picture and Bob gave Jake a knowing look, with a small smile etched on the corner of his lips to encourage him.

“Go on, honey.” Bob, barely above a whisper, ushered Jake. He nodded and chewed at his bottom lip in anticipation. Jake felt an enormous sense of responsibility to interject his role as your caregiver for the first time and he swallowed thickly, parting his lips and taking a steady breath.

“Hey, Bluebell…” Jake leant down and tapped your shoulder. “You wan’ to stick it on the fridge?” Jake wasn’t one to get nervous, but on this occasion he found himself worrying beyond belief about how you would respond to him.

You turned around and Jake watched the cogs turn behind your eyes as you placed him in that position to be your caregiver and like clockwork, a beaming smile broke out onto your face as the Southern charm of your Jake registered in your head.

“Y’ please, Daddy!” You squealed and jumped up with no hesitation, grabbing your colouring book in your fist. Bob gently encouraged Jake and he took off with you. You hurried to the kitchen with Jake trailing behind you.

Jake pinned the drawing to the fridge with a set of magnets and you let out a excitable giggle at the prospect of your artwork being proudly displayed for all to see.

“Ca- can you colour one wi’ me, please, Daddy?”

You clasped your hands together as if to plead for Jake and he chuckled in response. How could he ever say no to you looking that, sweet? You were a bundle of Southern sweetness and the name, “Bluebell” that Jake gave you was ever appropriate.

“Course, lil’ one.” You bounced on your feet and let out another vocal appreciation, outstretching your hands and squeezing your fingers into your palms repeatedly. Jake knew this as a sign that you wanted to be picked up and he bent down with no hesitation to scoop you up and hoist you to his broad hip.

Jake proudly carried you back into the living room, with you babbling on next to him about what you wanted to colour next. He was smiling and chatting along with you to the best of his ability, as you were rambling quite a bit. He glanced over at Bob who gave Jake a hidden thumbs up and a prideful grin.

An hour had since passed and Bob peered over the back of the sofa to see what you were colouring next, the football game long forgotten. You were tucked into Jake’s side with the colouring book resting on his broad thighs and the both of you sketching away to your hearts content, creating bold and bright pictures.

“Y’ havin’ a good time with Daddy Jakey, Bunny?”

You jumped at Bob’s voice catching you by surprise from behind you.

“The best! I- I think he’s better at colouring than ‘ou.” You sheepishly admitted and turned your head away from Bob to hide your rosy cheeks. Bob let out a mock gasp and acted as if he was deadly wounded by your earth shattering statement, but Jake was quick to his defence.

“Hey, hey, Bluebell. Daddy Bobby can’t cook your favourite mac ‘n cheese like I can.” Jake’s tone was playful and Bob huffed out a laugh in response, pressing a kiss to the top of Jake’s head.

“Thank you, J.” Bob hummed appreciatively.

You however only paid attention to the most important part of Jake’s statement and you peered up at him, “we havin’ mac ‘n cheese for dinner, Daddy?”

“I don’t know,” Jake craned his head back to flash Bob his signature smile that made him weak in the knees in the first place. “Are we, Bobby dear?”

Bob could only let out an exasperated sigh in defeat and throw his hands in the air, feeling very much ganged up on. “It appears so.” You squealed with joy and clapped your hands together a handful of times, Jake celebrating with you at your convincing triumph.

“But…” Bob wavered and caught both of your attentions again. “Do you wan’ be a good Bunny and help?” His eyebrows were raised behind his frames and you knew he was only instigating the rules you’d both agreed on, however on one condition.

“Daddy Jakey too?”

“Of course.”

“Then y’ please!”

Bob let out a quiet snort of laughter at how easily you were persuaded now. “C’ on you.” Jake hoisted you to his hip again and followed Bob by his side to the kitchen.

In a hush whisper to Jake, Bob commented, “we never should’ve said anythin’. You’re the favourite now.”

But Bob’s comment was anything but serious. He had a playful smile on his face and subconsciously he wanted Jake to know that he could see how quickly you warmed to him.

Jake lightly nudged Bob in his ribs and chuckled quietly. He pressed a kiss to Bob’s cheek reassuringly, “only because I know how to have fun, sweetheart.”

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[roosterscockpit]

Dagger Squad Take Care of Leia | H.C Pt.3

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For my lovely @castle-bookworms-world ! Last part of the continuation! MUAH! sorry it's so long...

Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

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The next day would be the day you and Bradley were coming home. Hangman had Leia for himself the whole day until you both got back. He showed up early in the morning, taking a break from work to bring Leia to school.

He dressed her and made her lunch. The lucky girl got 2 PB & Js again. Her Uncle Jakey could never say no to her. He was in his flight suit when he brought her to class. He carried her the whole way to her class. He gave her kisses the whole way. “I will be here right when you get out.” 

He brought her into her classroom and helped her set up her desk. The other kids looked at him excitedly. He hugged Leia before her left. “I will see you later, Honey!” He kissed her cheek hard and added a “MUAH!” 

He returned back to work and left early to make sure he was there when she got out. When she was released she ran straight into Hangman’s arms. “Hey honey!” He attacked her with kisses on her cheek. “I missed you!”

They went back to Mav’s hangar. “Okay, Vapor. We have to go back to work for a hour to finish up some guidelines. Let’s get you suited up.” He changed her into her little flight suit and her aviators. they went back to the base. He held her hand as they walked onto the tarmac.

The whole squad was at work today. They all jumped up in excitement when they saw Leia on the ground. They all ran over and ambushed her with hugs and kisses. Hangman put her up in his jet as he finished his checklist on the outside frame. 

Leia acted like she was flying. Hangman had his helmet on her and she was practicing her radio calls that Mav had taught her, “Vapor girl, in bound.” She nodded to herself as if she was getting feedback. “10-4!” She leaned over slightly, “UNCLE JAKEY!” Hangman came over to look, he was smiling at her, “I GOTTA LAND HER, HOW DO I MAKE A RADIO CALL FOR IT!?” 

Hangman laughed. “you’re the pilot, babe! You have to know how to call it in!” Leia ripped the helmet off, “Too late I made a crash landing like Papa Mav and daddy.”

After work Hangman brought Leia back to the barracks. She ate the snacks that were in Bob, Fanboy, and Hangman’s common room. “Honey, do you know who harry styles is?” Hangman poked his head out from his door to look at Leia eating at the table. She shook her head. 

Hangman played Late Night Talking by Harry Styles, he danced his way over to Leia. He held her hands and danced around with her. He sang the song with her. “If you’re feeling down. I just wanna make you happier, baby. Wish I was around, I just wanna make you happier, baby.”

He picked her up and danced with her in his arms. “If you ever miss me Leia girl. This is my favorite song. Just play it and dance around. It’s like I’m there okay?” Leia giggled and nodded. The song played over and over again. Leia started to sing it with her uncle Jake.

Hangman brought her back to Mav’s hangar to have dinner with everyone. Hangman showed Leia how to eat her food sloppily again. They both made a mess that Phoenix cleaned up so generously. 

They all hung out in the hangar until you both arrived. Leia played the song again and everyone turned around. “I wanna dance!” She ran over to Hangman and wrapped her arms around his hips and look up at him. “You love to dance just like your daddy.”

Everyone sang and danced to harry styles until you and Bradley arrived at the hangar.

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I hope you all enjoyed this not so little H.C for how the dagger squad took care of Leia! I will see you all in a couple of hours for the next part of the story 😘 I love you all!!!

Babes are in the comments 🫶🏼

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[roosterforme]

Explicitly Yours | Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: When Bob met you, he fell for you hard and fast. He thought you might be his perfect match, the one that would make his days feel full instead of lonely. He never would have dreamed you had a secret. But secrets are known to be revealed at the most inconvenient of times, and Bob's surprised hesitation could cost him the thing he wants most.

Warnings: Smut, oral, fluff, angst, misogyny, language, mentions of adult film industry

Length: 11k words (what have I done?)

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Former Pornstar!Female Reader

This was written for International Bob Floyd Fucks Month hosted by @attapullman. Check my masterlist for more! Banner by @thedroneranger

Bob was fresh off of a long deployment when he returned to work at North Island on Monday morning to find he would begin training as part of a new taskforce. He was tired and antsy, still overstimulated from being around so many people on the aircraft carrier, but he was also realizing how lonely he was. 

He'd arrived back to a sterile, empty, dusty apartment, slept for two days, and now he was back to work. He couldn't even have a cat or a houseplant. He really would like to have a cat or a houseplant. Mostly he thought about how nice it would be to have a girlfriend. A sweet one who would wait for him to return home so his apartment didn't feel so sad. One who didn't mind that sometimes he preferred it to be quiet. One who would let him dote on her a little bit when he was home.

When he was told to report to Classroom Six in his uniform instead of the tarmac in his flight suit, Bob knew it was going to be a long day. That idea only grew as soon as he walked in and was accosted by his friends. "You're back!" Natasha screeched, streaking across the room like a brunette cannonball and slamming into his arms. "It's not even fair that we weren't deployed together. I missed you!"

"Missed you too, Nat. Thanks for all the emails."

Then he felt Bradley, Jake and Javy all jostling him around until his glasses were crooked on his face. That's probably why he did a double take when he saw you. There was no way you were that beautiful. His glasses must need to be adjusted on his face. But he was wrong. You looked the same after he pushed his wire frames back into place. 

He swallowed hard and whispered, "Who's that?"

The guys all looked at him with matching smirks, and Javy told him your name. "Civilian. She's Warlock's new assistant. Got reassigned from a different department last week."

"She's real cute," Jake added. "And she looks so familiar."

"Why does she look so familiar?" Bradley asked, and Bob realized that the whole group was staring at you where you were conversing quietly with Warlock. "We've been trying to figure it out for a week."

You didn't look familiar to Bob. You just looked pretty with bright eyes and a friendly smile, both of which were trained on him now. Of course you were looking his way now, because everyone had mussed up his hair and wrinkled his uniform. He didn't mind so much that you caught him staring, because you were the kind of woman who must get that a lot.

"Lieutenant Floyd," Admiral Bates said as he stood, and Bob saluted his superior officer immediately. "Welcome back."

"Sir," Bob replied, doing his best not to let his gaze drift back to you. "Thank you."

Then Warlock called the room to order, and Bob ended up sitting in the front row, directly across from you. Barely six feet away. You were so pretty, it wasn't even funny. The curve of your face and your neck and the way you moved were mesmerizing. Smooth and fluid. Confident. Beautiful. You kept Warlock on task and seemed to have all the pertinent information about the class memorized. But all of it was lost on Bob, because he was way too distracted. 

By lunchtime, he had sweat through his undershirt, and he was sure his uniform shirt wasn't looking much better. The way you turned to look directly at him with a slightly guarded expression when you stood made him blush. It must be obvious to you that Bob couldn't keep his eyes off your face.

"Hi," you greeted. "Lieutenant Floyd."

Bob swallowed hard before something that sounded vaguely like Hello came out of his mouth. 

Your smile was tinged with a little sadness as you stuck out your hand. "I've been looking forward to meeting the last team member. Welcome back from deployment, Lieutenant."

And then you were walking away, but Bob was still sweating.

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For the next four days, Bob got there early to ensure he had that same front row seat. He had a full blown crush. Heart pounding, palms damp, unable to focus on anything other than his crush on you. When he wasn't at work looking right at you, he was daydreaming about you. When he wasn't daydreaming about you, he was asleep and having actual dreams where you were his girlfriend. In one of them, you gave him a back massage, and he woke up with an erection. 

He could barely even look at you for the nauseous feeling that took up residence just below his pounding heart, but he couldn't look anywhere else. He'd never been like this before. Sure, he'd been attracted to many women in the past, but this was something else entirely. 

"But why is she so familiar looking?" Jake asked Bradley at lunch. "You sure you didn't fuck her?"

"Oh, I think I'd remember fucking someone that looked like that," Bradley replied with a chuckle. "Wait... did you fuck her?"

"I don't think so?" Jake replied, looking a little panicked. "She's not the one I went home with on my birthday, is she? Because you know I can't remember that night. And if I fucked her and can't remember it, then I deserve to be executed."

They both erupted into laughter with Javy, and Bob felt deflated. One of the three of them was definitely going to ask you out sooner rather than later, and instead of getting an occasional guarded glance in his direction, Bob would have nothing.

That night at the bar, he sat with his cup of peanuts and talked with Nat about work while everyone else played pool. "I guess we have another week or two of lectures ahead of us, but I can't wait to get back in the air."

"Yeah," Bob replied, glancing around the room in case the Hard Deck was your Friday night scene. It wasn't really his, but he came for his friends. And if he got to spend another week or two in the classroom, he wasn't going to complain; there would be no way for him to look at you when he was in the cockpit. 

"Bob!" Javy called as if he'd been trying to get his attention for a few minutes. He was waving a pool cue. "Take over for me. I need to go shoot my shot."

As Bob stood, he watched Javy head off into the crowd toward a woman who looked like you. He did a double take, his heart leaping up into his throat as Bradley started to push him closer to the pool table. Javy saw you. He was going to ask you out. A feeling of devastation filled his lungs, but then the woman turned around, and it wasn't you. Her smile wasn't nearly as pretty, and she didn't have the same eyes. 

Relieved, Bob sank the seven ball before running the table like he was some sort of pro. But he knew deep inside that he was going to have to ask you out himself or miss out on even having a chance with you. 

Every day the following week, he tried to give himself a pep talk. He could do this. Even if you said no, it would be fine. It would be good practice for him. But he knew it would not be okay. He liked the sound of your voice and the way you moved, and he thought about you in every room of his apartment doing a wide variety of things. Some of them made him blush.

He couldn't tell if it would be worse to never even try or to have to live with himself after you looked at him and said you weren't interested. At least if he kept things quiet, the guys couldn't find a way to make fun of him. And although they all liked to talk about you at lunch, to his knowledge, none of them had asked you on a date. Maybe they were as intimidated as him.

On Wednesday, you dropped your pen, and Bob picked it up for you. He got a "Thanks, Lieutenant Floyd," in response along with a cautious smile. Then on Thursday, he helped you move the projector before class started, and you said, "Thanks. You're a lot stronger than I am." He felt like he floated to his seat after that. 

On Friday, disaster struck. You were organizing your stack of notes at the end of the day when Bob stood. But then Bradley was there, leaning on the table in front of you after everyone had been dismissed. "Hey, so the guys and I were wondering if you ever made it out to the Hard Deck on Friday nights? I'd love to buy you a drink."

Bob nearly collapsed back into his seat as he watched your eyes searching Bradley's face like you were trying to tell if he was lying. "No, actually. I play Dungeons & Dragons most Friday nights."

A strangled sound escaped Bob. "You play D&D?" he asked before he could think better of it. 

"Yeah," you replied easily, giving him a little smile. "Been into it for years."

"Me too," he added, and you set down everything you'd been holding. 

"It must be hard to be part of a campaign when you deploy on occasion?" you asked, and Bob was convinced he wouldn't notice if a freight train was about to hit him. 

He nodded and took a step closer, watching you stand up. "It can be, yeah. But I've been in the same campaign for a few years, so I'd like to think I'm an integral enough part of it that everyone else doesn't mind waiting for me."

You laughed. It was so pretty. "I'm sure they don't mind one bit, Lieutenant Floyd."

"You can call me Bob," he blurted out, eyes going wide as you licked your lips and grinned. 

"Okay. Bob."

He could do this. He was already part way there, he thought. Just a little further. "Maybe you and I could get coffee this weekend and talk about our characters?"

When he was met with silence and your softly parted lips, he wanted to disappear. But your expression was trained on his face, and even though you still seemed a little hesitant, you asked, "Like a date? Because I'm free on Sunday."

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You were laughing so hard, you had to set your coffee cup down next to your scone, and Bob was basking in the sound of it. "No, Bob! That's why I made my character a Rogue! Because I could never be such a scoundrel in real life!" He just listened to your laughter taper off while he grinned in the middle of the crowded cafe where you only seemed to be focused on him. 

"Well, that's why I made mine a Sorcerer. I don't know if you knew this about me, but I can't actually cast spells."

You started to laugh again. "Could have fooled me." But he must have been looking at you for too long, because you brought your hand up to your lips and asked, "Do I have crumbs on my face or something?"

"No, your face is perfect," he replied without considering his words, but your look of slightly embarrassed delight outweighed the tinge of mortification he felt.

You searched his eyes, seemingly always trying to gauge his sincerity. Then you surprised him when you said, "You're really sweet. It's refreshing." 

Bob looked down at his hands, unsure how to respond but pleased nonetheless. "Will you let me take you to a movie? Or dinner? Or both?"

"Yes."

The following morning at work, you were as focused on Bob as he was on you. The sweaty palms and erratically beating heart were back, only exacerbated by your alluring gaze and the promise of a second date on Thursday night. You agreed to dinner at an Italian restaurant, and Bob was already excited. 

"Why are you acting so strange?" Nat asked at lunchtime. "You're like both weirdly quiet and also talking so much?"

Bob laughed and said, "I went out on a date yesterday." And when he said it was with you, her eyes went wide. "We're going out again on Thursday."

"Bob!" she gasped, and now all of the guys were looking at him, and there was no way he would ever recover from this as Nat told them he got coffee with you.

"Welcome to the big leagues, buddy," Jake drawled, while Bradley glared at him. "Just wish I could figure out why she seems so familiar. Like it's just stuck in the back of my mind somehow. Like I know her."

"None of you know her as well as Bob does," Nat said with a laugh that made him smile. Before you and he parted ways at the coffee shop, you'd squeezed his hand in your smaller one, and it was already one of the sexiest moments of his life.

"Fuck you, Bob," Bradley grumbled. 

But it didn't matter. Bob really liked you and the fact that you talked about your Dungeons & Dragons character for a full hour. And your pretty face and your laugh. And the way you seemed interested in what he had to say. You were checking off all of the boxes for him. Smart, funny, kind of nerdy, interesting. He wondered how many dates he should take you on before asking you to be his girlfriend.

On Wednesday, as soon as Warlock dismissed everyone, you handed Bob a folded up note.

I can't wait for dinner tomorrow night. Here's my number.

He waited until he was home and sitting on his couch before he texted you. Less than a minute later, you responded. And that's how he spent the rest of his night. He didn't even eat until after nine, too wrapped up in what you had to say. Those intrusive thoughts and daydreams and real dreams about you in his apartment were starting to seem like they could be a reality. That's what he wanted. He could already picture you on the couch, wrapped up in the afghan his mom made, watching a movie with him. Or in his kitchen, helping him make dinner. 

He fell asleep on the couch in his uniform, too absorbed in this conversation to even go to bed properly. But that was fine, because suddenly it was Thursday, and not only would he see you all day at work, he'd get to eat with you and learn more about you.

Once again, Bob slid into that front row seat, and you had to work at keeping the smile from your face all morning. When you did look his way, he felt his breath catch in his throat. He was sure he'd pass out if you kissed him, and suddenly that was the only thing he could think about. Warlock talked about aggressive maneuvering, and Bob thought about your lips. Warlock talked about safety protocols, and Bob thought about your lips touching his.

It would be a miracle if he made it through dinner, but he had to try. You stood and started walking out of the classroom at the end of the day, but you turned back and said, "I'll meet you there at 7:30."

Bob offered to pick you up, but you said you'd drive yourself, and now he had more than two hours to kill. He took a long shower and fixed his hair before dressing in the outfit that Nat had pre-approved for him. He made sure his glasses were straight and that he had his credit card. The only other thing he could do was hope the conversation would come as easily for him this time, as it had over coffee.

He shouldn't have been worried about that. What he should have been worried about was the way his heart stopped when you walked through the front doors of the restaurant and directly for him, wearing a pretty blue dress with your face all made up like he was someone to impress. 

"Hi, Bob," you whispered. Then you kissed his cheek at the same time that he started to turn his head, and his lips nudged yours. He stood there shocked as you slipped your hand into his, and you started to tug him toward the waiting table when his name was called. 

His ears didn't stop burning the whole night. His brain kept circling back to the idea of another kiss. An intentional one. A kiss after a second date was not something he'd ever attempted before, but he was going to do it tonight. Based on the way you were looking at him, he had to. 

"Do you want more wine?" you asked, holding up the bottle. 

"Yes, please," he replied, because that would definitely help his cause. 

You smiled as you poured him some. "You have lovely manners." When you set the bottle down, you added, "And really pretty eyes."

Bob counted to three and then said, "I know we didn't even eat dessert yet, but I really like you. And tomorrow is your D&D night, but maybe you'll let me take you to a movie on Saturday?"

After dinner, in the parking lot next to your car, Bob kissed you. Intentionally. The first tilt of his head was hesitant, and when his lips met yours, he started to get nervous and pull away. But you let your fingers tangle in his hair, and you chased him for another kiss. "Which movie are we seeing?" you asked as you rubbed your nose gently along his.

"You can pick," he replied before kissing you again. "I just want to be around you." And then his hands found the small of your back and you inched yourself closer until your chest was touching his and your knee was bumping his leg.

You were smiling when he finally pulled his face away from yours. "I'll text you my address and the movie I want to see."

Bob smiled, too. "And then I'll pick you up, and we can go to the theater."

This was probably the best week of his life. He watched you pull out of the parking lot, and you waved to him through your window after you blew him a kiss. He went home and thought about what he might be able to cook for date number four. Perhaps you'd want to do the movie on Saturday and then have dinner at his place on Sunday? He'd figure it out. Either way, he was excited for more. 

"A third date?" Nat asked on Friday when everyone was taking a break in the classroom. "Damn, Bob." 

He eyed you where you stood talking quietly with Warlock, and you glanced his way, a soft smile on your lips. "I really like her. She's different. In a good way. And she makes me feel comfortable."

Nat rubbed his back in slow circles. "Make sure you put your arm around her during the movie. She might be expecting it. But if she doesn't snuggle against you, then you should remove it."

He nodded and swallowed. "Right. I can do that. Is it too soon to invite her over to my apartment for dinner?"

"I don't think so," she replied softly. "And maybe you should buy some condoms."

Bob's cheeks immediately flushed, but he didn't mind too much, since it was just Nat. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

"She seems sweet. Just tell her what you're feeling when the time comes."

Now everything was making Bob a little nervous as he drove through your neighborhood on Saturday night. He passed modern beachfront house after modern beachfront house, and then his GPS told him he had arrived. He saw your car in the driveway, but the house was gorgeous and must be worth a ton of money. Maybe you had a roommate? 

He parked his old truck and headed up the sidewalk with butterflies in his stomach and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You opened the door before he even knocked, and then you were in his arms and invading his senses. "Are those for me?" you asked, kissing his cheek and poking the flowers. 

"Yes," he whispered, silently begging you to let him hold you for a few more seconds while he caught his breath and got himself under control. You turned him on in every way, and he'd never encountered this before. 

Your soft voice next to his ear as you chuckled and said, "Thanks, Bob," was not helping. You led him inside, and your house was incredible. There were no signs of a roommate, but there was a view of the ocean from the windows along the back of the house. He watched you bend in your little dress to find a vase for the flowers, and he felt completely overwhelmed. 

"Ready to go?" you asked, reaching for his hand a minute later. Your eyes were eager and sincere as you gazed up at him. Your fingers were laced with his, and Bob realized if he wanted to get to the next step with you, he needed to get through tonight.

"Yes." He kissed your lips softly, and you leaned against his arm as he walked you out to his truck. 

You spent the drive to the movie theater telling him all about your Friday night playing Dungeons & Dragons, and of course Bob felt more relaxed. He bought the tickets, and you got the popcorn, and when he put his arm around your shoulders, you snuggled against him, so he kept it there. By the end of the movie, the empty popcorn bucket was on the floor, and you had your palm resting on his thigh. 

"Did you like it?" you asked softly while the end credits scrolled. 

"Yes, I liked it," he promised, accepting another of your kisses.

"It's still early. Want to grab a drink somewhere?"

Bob really only knew one place, because he spent an awful lot of his free time there. "Should we hit up the Hard Deck? And then I can take you home and hopefully get another goodnight kiss?"

You had one eyebrow raised as you considered him. "Even after the third date? You're not going to try to make a move?"

Embarrassment flooded his cheeks as he muttered, "Not yet." And then your lips were all over his like he'd answered your questions correctly, even though he felt like his thoughts on the matter were actually probably wrong according to most people.

Eventually the two of you made your way to the bar, but visiting the Hard Deck was a mistake that he didn't see coming. You were tucked perfectly against his side as Bob walked across the parking lot and listened to you tell him how much you liked working for Admiral Bates. Then you ordered two vodka sodas, and Bob had to pluck your credit card from your hand to keep you from paying for them. 

"Hey!" you complained, but he just smiled. 

"I'll give it back later." He was rewarded with another kiss on the cheek, this one very close to his lips. 

"Well, look who's here," Jake drawled obnoxiously over the music from the jukebox and the noise from the crowd. "Bob and his friend."

You rolled your eyes and laughed, but you kept one hand linked with his as the drinks were set down. "Should we say hi to your friends?" you asked, and Bob nodded even though he really wanted to just find a small table on the other side of the room. But Nat looked excited, and the other guys looked annoyed, so Bob thought a short detour might be fun.

"Hey," Bob greeted everyone as you sipped your drink. 

"How was the movie?" Nat asked, elbowing Bradley in the side before he could say anything.

"Pretty good," you replied. "You know, for one of those Academy Award bait films." 

Bob laughed and looked at you. "I liked it a lot, actually." Or maybe he just liked sitting with his arm around you for two hours at a time, but he wasn't going to say that in front of everyone else.

Javy tapped a pool cue on the ground and asked, "Do you like to see a lot of movies?"

You nodded with a bit of an apprehensive look on your face that had Bob just about ready to pull you over to the table that another couple was vacating. "Yeah... I like films," you replied softly. 

And then Jake's jaw dropped open and he slapped the edge of the pool table. "Oh my god!" His green eyes were wide as he looked you up and down from head to toe with a smirk that made Bob want to stand in front of you. "That's why you look so familiar! You're Roxy Luxxe."

"Oh, fuck," Javy said as he dropped the pool cue on Nat's foot, and Bradley choked on his beer. 

But Bob just stood there and watched your posture stiffen and the look of apprehension on your face grow. "Who?" he asked softly, but you wouldn't meet his eyes.

"She's a porn star, Bob!" Jake said a little too loudly as he hooted. "A very memorable one, too. Played up different movie genres. Everyone I Did Last Summer. Sisterhood of the Traveling Sluts. Laid in Manhattan. Some real classics!"

"I retired," you said firmly, holding eye contact with Jake even though your voice sounded strained. "I left the industry five years ago."

"Guys," Nat said with a warning tone as she looked at Bob who was frozen in place, his head swarming with wild thoughts. An adult film star? You? But you worked at Top Gun and played D&D and liked scones. You went on three dates with Bob of all people.

Now Nat was physically moving Javy, Bradley and Jake back toward the game of pool, snapping her fingers at them as they continued to ogle you in your pretty dress. "So..." you whispered, turning toward Bob, looking anywhere but at his face. "That was... yeah..."

He had no idea what to say right now, and the longer he went without saying anything, the worse he felt inside. You used to have a job making adult films? Bob couldn't even handle watching those without blushing and stuttering. You must have had sex with dozens and dozens of different men and probably women too, and Bob suddenly realized he could go home and watch them for himself if he really wanted.

"Right," you said, finally looking at him as your eyes started to fill with tears. "Well... no hard feelings, Bob. I'll see you at work on Monday." Then you set your drink down, covered your mouth with one hand and made a beeline for the door.

Bob looked at the drink in his hand, and then at the one you set down. He left his on the table next to yours and followed you out to the parking lot. He looked around, calling your name and checking to see if you were by his truck, but you didn't respond. You were gone. 

Roxy Luxxe. That name was made up, and he didn't think it suited you as well as your real name. That one was perfect, and he liked it. He liked you. He could drive back to your house, but if you didn't want to talk to him, then what was the point? He'd already embarrassed himself by clamming up. But even worse, he thought he might have embarrassed you. 

"Damn it," he muttered, angry at Jake and all of them for making you feel small, and angry at himself, too. He got in his truck and drove himself home.

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Well. You got three perfect dates before it all blew up in your face. Three amazing dates with Bob who was going to look at you like you were no longer worthy of his time now. Sure, you would have told him eventually. After another date or two, you would have brought it up in such a way that perhaps could have been a little bit more flattering or at least slightly tasteful. But of course you should have been expecting this. It wasn't the first time. Getting older only did so much for your face, and it didn't matter how much you changed your hair and makeup: Once Roxy Luxxe, always Roxy Luxxe.

You really thought none of them recognized you. It was almost refreshing that Bob had never heard of your alter ego. He probably never saw a single video of you having sex with Sam Slick or Dickie Divine. He didn't know exactly what your tits looked like, because you'd never taken your shirt off for him in person. He didn't know how you sounded when you faked an orgasm. As you ran down the block and got an Uber, you could hear Bob calling for you.

You weren't ashamed or embarrassed. You were not. This was your life, and you made every decision along the way for yourself. Nobody else. You put yourself through school. You bought the house of your dreams. You had an amazing job at Top Gun now for fuck's sake. But Bob was the first guy you met in a long time who made you think you could have a relationship with someone who wouldn't judge you for your past.

You walked from your Uber into your house and kicked your shoes across the entryway. More tears were filling your eyes, but you didn't want to cry again. Not over this. "But he was sweet," you whispered to your reflection in the hall mirror. His friends were kind of assholes, but he wasn't. Even if he didn't want to be with you now, which was understandable, those three dates were something else. Dungeons & Dragons discussions and coffee and pasta. 

You sighed wistfully at the flowers in your kitchen. Maybe a few more years and you'd look even less like Roxy Luxxe. That might make things easier to navigate. You made yourself a cup of tea and grabbed some crackers and sat out on your back deck where the moonlight reflected off of the ocean. The way Bob had wrapped his arm around you during the movie made it easy to imagine him here with you, keeping you warm. Instead you grabbed a blanket and snuggled in as you thought about how he would have been an excellent boyfriend. 

"You win some, you lose some," you told the night sky. If he was bothered by your past which you had designed so you could have a future, then he wasn't the one for you. You fell asleep outside in your dress, and the rising sun eventually woke you up. When you stretched and stood, the chilly air sent you running inside and toward your shower. 

The memories of last night were hanging out in the periphery of your mind. Going to work tomorrow was going to be awful. If you didn't like Admiral Bates so much, you'd request to work under someone else. But then again, why should you have to go to work feeling bad? Yeah, it was going to sting to see Bob, but it was still your job, and you deserved to be happy. 

You showered and took your time until all of your skin felt fresh and new, and then you threw on some oversized sweats after you moisturized. After breakfast, you could see if one of your friends from D&D was free to hang out. You were finally just about to check your phone to see if Bob had attempted to reach you when you heard a knock at your door. 

Bob's truck was parked in your driveway just behind your car. You could see it through the front window. According to your phone, he tried to call you twice, and he'd send you a handful of texts. But now he was here and knocking again. It was obvious you were home, so you wrenched your front door open and stood before him with your chin held high.

"What do you need?" you asked, already feeling weak at the sight of his pretty blue eyes and his glasses. 

"Hi," he said softly, just staring at you. He looked exhausted, like maybe he hadn't slept. Then he fumbled around in his jeans pocket and pulled out your credit card. "This is yours."

You plucked it from his hand and started to close the door. "Thanks for returning it. I'll see you at work."

Then he said your name. Your real name. "Wait. Please?"

You pressed your lips together. "What do you want, Bob?" 

The soft rise and fall of his solid chest held your attention while he started stuttering. "L-Look. I'm really sorry about last night."

You nodded. "Me too." It wasn't like you wanted to know, but you couldn't stop yourself from asking, "I take it you went home and looked up my videos?"

His eyes went wide as you crossed your arms over your chest. "I didn't."

You actually believed him, but you felt like making yourself hurt anyway. "Your friends have all seen me naked. Watched me getting fucked."

He seemed surprisingly calm as he half shrugged and kind of nodded. "So what?"

As you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, you said, "I'm not ashamed of anything I've ever done, okay? And I would have told you about it after another date or two... before we slept together." When he remained silent you added, "I started out in the adult film industry when I was eighteen. I quit when I was twenty five. I just turned thirty last month, and I guess I was silly for thinking enough time had passed. But last night was a prime example of why I haven't even tried to date anyone. Ever, really."

Bob was gaping at you now. "Not ever? But you're... you're so..."

"I know," you said, cutting him off before he could finish. "I'm hot enough to do porn, but nobody wants to date me." 

You started to close the door again, but he scrambled. "N-No, that's not what I was going to say. I was going to say you're flawless. A-And I shouldn't have let you leave the bar like that last night."

Your fingers loosened on the door, and soon it was drifting away from you, opening wider for Bob as he stood there with an eager expression. God, you just really liked him. And he seemed like he was being sincere. "What would you have done differently last night?" you whispered. 

He started to reach for you before tucking his fingers in his jeans pocket. "I would have taken your hand in mine as soon as I saw tears in your eyes." You bit your lips as he added, "And I would have told you that I like you so much. And if you wanted to leave, then I would have driven you home right away and walked you to your door."

He liked you so much. If there was a chance that Bob could be the kind of guy who still liked you with your past as Roxy Luxxe but also wasn't just trying to get in your pants and meet her for himself, then you wanted to give him a shot. "What would you have done after you walked me to my door?"

He was breathing deeper like he was nervous, and you wanted to touch him. "I would have asked you for that goodnight kiss that I'd been hoping for all day."

You were rushing for his arms, clearly surprising him in the process, but he held onto you as you gave him just the softest kiss. "I would have let you have it." Bob's hands found their way to the most respectful spot on your back, and you kissed him a little deeper. 

As soon as you broke the kiss, his fingers flexed against your back, and he said, "I want to go on another date with you. A bunch more. But I want you to be sure about me. I don't really care about Roxy Luxxe. I'm sure she was lovely, but I like you." You laughed. You couldn't help it. And he smiled as he asked, "Maybe you can think about it today and let me know at work tomorrow?"

"Okay."

He nodded and let out the breath he was holding. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

Your back felt cold where his hands used to be as you watched him walk back to his truck. He waved to you as he pulled out of your driveway, and you waved back with a different feeling in your heart than you had twenty minutes ago.

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Bob was disappointed to find he would be in the air on Monday. When he arrived on base, he changed into his flight suit instead of his khaki uniform, wondering what that would mean when it came to seeing you. He'd slept poorly, wondering what your answer would be, hoping you'd say yes to another date.

"Hey, Bob," Jake drawled as Bob zipped up his flight suit. "How was your night with Roxy Luxxe?" He had a devilish smirk on his face, and Bob's skin was crawling. All of the other guys were looking at him now, and he knew his face was beet red. 

"I guess she was as good as she looks on film if she rendered you speechless," Jake added with a laugh. 

"Whoa, no," Javy said, shaking his head at Jake before looking at Bob. "Cut it out, man."

Bob counted to five, took a deep breath and then raised his forearm, and at least Jake had the decency to look panicked. Bradley stepped into the fray as Bob used his arm on Jake's chest to push him back against the lockers. Sure, Jake was more muscular, but Bob was no slouch, and he had a couple inches on him. "Don't call her that again. Don't even talk about her. While you're at it, don't look at her either."

Jake raised one eyebrow and nodded slightly, and Bob released him, walking right out of the locker room and making a quick detour to the classroom. But you weren't there. He ran his hands through his hair before he headed outside to find Nat. 

"Hey, there you are," she said gently. "You okay? After the bar and everything?"

"I'm fine," he replied, still looking around. "Have you seen her?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed, pointing behind Bob, and he whirled around in time to see you walk out of the tower with Warlock and Cyclone. You looked as pretty as you always did, and Bob found himself wanting you the same way today as he had last week. All of the daydreams about making breakfast together after holding you in his arms all night were still there. So were the thoughts about you snuggled up, laughing on his couch. But now he could also imagine taking walks on the beach where you lived.

Your gaze met his, and he watched you excuse yourself from the admirals before heading his way. Nat squeezed his bicep, and muttered good luck before making herself scarce, and then Bob was standing there with you a respectable three feet in front of him. 

"Lieutenant Floyd."

He smiled softly. "Good morning."

"So..." you began, looking down at his boots and pressing your lips together. "I'm free on Wednesday night. Or pretty much all day Saturday." Your eyes trailed up his body until you were nervously examining his face. "What did you have in mind for our fourth date?"

He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He'd been so apprehensive, afraid you were going to tell him to beat it, he hadn't bothered to come up with an actual date idea. "Cooking dinner at my place?" he blurted out.

You nodded like that sounded good to you. "Wednesday night then?"

He couldn't remember if he already had plans, but if he did, he'd cancel them immediately. "Yes. Wednesday. The day after tomorrow. Wednesday."

Your soft laughter filled him up as you turned and started to walk away, giving him just one word. "Wednesday."

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You showed up to Bob's place with just a bottle of wine. He promised to take care of the rest. An hour later, a completely homemade pizza with fresh mozzarella and herbs was baking in the oven, and you had your arms draped around his neck. His lips tasted like the pinot noir the two of you had started drinking while you made the pizza, and his body felt strong and sure. As of right now, you thought you'd made the right choice by coming here.

"I really like you," he whispered for the third time this evening, and you believed him. You liked yourself. Why shouldn't he? 

"I like you, too, Bob." You reached up and adjusted his glasses before letting your fingers trail back through his hair. As his hands slid slowly down to your hips, it was easy to imagine how he might be in bed. Authentic. Meticulous. Earnest. Just like he was at work. The thought thrilled you to no end, but you were also afraid of the way you'd feel afterwards if you rushed it just to get the first one out of your system. So you let him hold you like you were important. 

The timer buzzed, and Bob laughed as you jumped further into his arms. You buried your face against his neck. "It's not funny." But you were laughing, too, and his lips met your hair. "Okay, it's kind of funny."

His stomach was growling, so you slowly pulled yourself free of his arms so he could put on his oven mitts. "Looks good," he remarked, but your gaze was fixed on him. "What do you think, Honey?" 

Bob's eyes went wide as he set the tray down, like he couldn't believe what he'd said. Your heart was absolutely thundering in your chest. "Looks good," you whispered in agreement. You hadn't looked at it. You were sure it was fine. You'd eat anything anyway. But he called you Honey, and you didn't mind it one bit.

You shared the pizza side by side on his couch along with the rest of the bottle of wine, and Bob listened to you tell him about your friends you meet up with on Fridays. And then he told you about his deployment as he finished the last few drops of wine. 

"I never really talk about this with anyone but Nat. This is nice," he said softly.

"Is it lonely?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper as he set down his glass and looked at you. 

You didn't want to rush him, because you could tell what he was going to say was important. And it was. His voice was a little rough as he looked at you and said, "Somehow it's lonelier when I come home. It's worse than being on an aircraft carrier in that I can't really have anything for myself here. There's nothing waiting for me. And a lot of the time, I feel like it would be too much to ask someone to do that. To wait for me. It would be a lot for someone to accept."

When you crawled onto his lap, he didn't stop you. And when you tilted his face up to make him look at you, his cheeks flushed pink, but his hands found your hips again. "I understand exactly how you feel." 

Then you kissed him, and you didn't stop for probably hours or maybe days. It felt that good. When you ended up beneath his warm body, you were so happy he came to your house on Sunday morning with your credit card. "Bob," you whimpered, and that seemed to bring him back from wherever his head was while he kissed his way down your neck and along your chest. His hair was a mess from your fingers, and his lips were a little puffy from the kisses, and you were pretty sure he wouldn't let you down again even if his friends were idiots.

You'd broken the spell, but he didn't seem to mind as he stood and pulled you to your feet. "It's getting late. We have work in the morning. Let me walk you to your car?"

At this rate, you were afraid you'd let him do anything he wanted, because he held your hand the whole way there. And he kissed you just right and told you he'd love to spend part of Saturday with you.

"Come over," you told him, and he promised he would.

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It was chilly as Bob watched the sunset over the ocean from your back deck, but his body was warm from the combination of having you and your fleece blanket wrapped around him. You fit perfectly in his arms. Frankly, you seemed to fit pretty perfectly in his life. He wouldn't mind spending all of his Saturdays like this, listening to your gaming recap from the night before while you occasionally kissed the side of his neck. Your fingers were laced with his, and when you asked if he wanted to share a bottle of wine you got when you were in Napa Valley, he responded with a different question. 

"Is there any chance you'd want to be my girlfriend?" You shivered in his arms, so he wrapped you up a little tighter. "I can't stop thinking about you being the one waiting for me to get home from a deployment."

You didn't speak right away which made him apprehensive. He'd somehow been the one to push things too fast. This was something he'd never managed to do before. You tightened your grip on his hand as you said, "Bob... people are going to recognize me. It's going to happen sometimes, no matter what I try to do about it, and I-"

He cut you off with a kiss. "I don't care about that, Honey." Then more kisses. The bottle of wine in your kitchen was left forgotten as you carefully slipped one leg over Bob's lap and sat straddling him. You kept the blanket wrapped snug around both of you, your body nestled against his as your foreheads met. "I just really like you."

The sun had disappeared below the horizon. Everything was pink and purple and dusky and dreamy as your cheek nudged his glasses making him smile. "If you think you can handle being my boyfriend, then I'm not going to try to stop you."

Heart pounding, he asked, "So is that a yes?"

"Yes." Your kisses were slow and soft, and Bob kept chasing the smile on your lips, because he couldn't get enough. With his eyes closed, all he could hear was the ocean below and the soft sounds you made. All he could feel was your body everywhere. You smelled familiar. You tasted good. 

As you ran your fingers through his hair, your other hand trailed down to his shoulder, along his bicep and then across his chest. When Bob dared to let his hands dip from your waist to your hips and butt, you scooted a little bit closer. He realized when your fingers skimmed his abs that he had an erection. 

Embarrassed, he tried to break the kiss and move his hands, but as soon as he started to move, you pulled away first. In the dying light, he could see your wide eyes and the alluring rise and fall of your chest. Part of your lace bra strap was showing, and your nipples were obviously hard. His cock throbbed in his jeans as you asked, "Do you want to stop?"

He knew you could read the desire on his face. When he started to shake his head, you rubbed yourself against his jeans where he was hard for you. "No," he grunted, head tipping back as he panted. "I don't want to stop."

"Good," you whispered next to his ear, lips barely grazing him. "Neither do I." You took his hands in both of yours and brought them back up to your body, encouraging him to touch every curve.

He gasped your name as he watched you slowly rolling your hips against him, seemingly in no hurry as you bit your lip. When he reached for the hem of your shirt, you didn't stop him, and he tossed it aside. Your body looked magical in the twilight, and as he reached for your bra clasp, realization hit him. 

You were used to a certain caliber of partner for these kinds of activities. Standards he probably couldn't meet. "You're hesitating again," you whispered, voice breaking a little bit on the last word. "If you don't think you want to do this with me, I completely understand, Bob."

It was getting difficult to read your expression in the darkness, but when you stopped touching him and pulled your arms to your sides, he started to panic. "It's not that," he promised. "But you've been with... p-professionals. Guys who know what they're... doing." He ran his hands through his own hair. "And I'm not the most experienced. I've only had two partners."

"Oh, Bob," you moaned, and his cock ached at the sound. He wanted you. His whole body was screaming for it, and then he watched as you unhooked your own bra and let it slide down your arms and fall from your fingers. Your body was flawless, back arched, every curve designed to make him crazy. He made a sound somewhere between a groan and a whine as you leaned in closer and kissed him. "You'll be so much better."

Your bare skin was everywhere as the blanket slipped from around you. Bob's hands splayed across your back to keep you warm, but the supple feel of you had him thrusting against your core as he gingerly ran his thumb along the side of your breast. "So much better!" you whispered before pulling his bottom lip between yours.

He was still a little nervous, throbbing against you in his pants like a teenager as he cupped your breast in his rough palm. When you trailed your lips down his neck, he said, "I just want to be good enough for you."

Bob was thankful it was dark and you couldn't see him blushing as you nipped his earlobe and giggled. "Bob. You're better, because you're real. And you're turning me on, because we're not faking anything." You moved your right hand down between your bodies and squeezed his cock through his jeans as you sucked on his neck. "There's nothing fake about this."

He was gasping as he reached for your hand. "Honey." He couldn't take too much more teasing, or at this rate, he'd finish before his pants were off. "Can we go inside?"

You were off his lap and reaching for him with both hands, pulling him to his feet and closer to you. "My bedroom sound good?"

"Yes." 

It was honestly difficult to walk. You led him through the sliding glass door and inside where the soft lighting somehow made your topless body look even more stunning. You brought him down the short hallway to your room, walking backwards and looking up at him with a smirk as you unzipped his jeans. He made another unintelligible noise as he watched the way your breasts swayed and bounced with each movement. 

Your bedside lamp provided the only light, and Bob was still looking around, trying to get his bearings, when you pulled his shirt and undershirt off. "Oh," you gasped, running your palms up his flat stomach to his slightly broader chest. "God." He couldn't fathom that you liked what you saw and felt enough to leave you panting his name, but you definitely were. Then your hand was down the front of his unzipped jeans, and he grinned as you tried your best to wrap your hand around his length, your eyes growing wide. "Bob."

And now he wasn't really nervous, because this actually felt really easy and good with you. You were giving him all the queues that you wanted more. You were kissing him as you stumbled to the bed. You were trying your best to get your hand around his cock, but you couldn't. He picked you up and hauled you up to the pillows, and you squealed. All he could see was your beautiful smile as you kissed him over and over, only pulling away to run your nose along his cheek and whisper his name. 

He watched you shimmy out of your yoga pants and underwear and push them aside, and it was no wonder you were able to make a career out of using your body the way you did. But if most of that was just acting, then he wasn't going to let you down now. He watched as your head tipped back, and you pressed yourself up against his hands when he gently squeezed your breasts. Mesmerized by all of this, he let his hands drift down over your ribs and along your sides until he was met by your hips.

Bob worked his hands slowly back up your body and down again, pausing to press his lips to your breasts as you arched for him again. You felt soft, and you were sensitive, running your bare foot up and down his leg as you whimpered. When he squeezed your hips again, he let his gaze fall below your belly button.

His voice was soft and deep as he asked, "Is it okay if I taste you, Honey?"

You instantly spread your legs a little wider, grabbed him by his hair, and said, "Please."

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Bob's hands were huge, with thick veins and graceful, calloused fingers. All he was doing was touching you and kissing you, and you were very fucking worked up. This was already a treat, just being with a guy who wasn't grabbing at you and trying to shove his cock in your mouth. But it was more than that. It was the soft tone he used when he said your name and the way he was looking at you. 

Gentle but strong. That was how you'd describe your newly minted boyfriend. You smiled at him as he stroked his fingers down your sides. You hadn't had a boyfriend in years, and Bob was so sweet and handsome, it was absolutely outrageous. 

"Is it okay if I taste you?"

All of that and he wanted to go down on you? "Please." Your voice was needy, and your body was so ready for him. You eased your thighs further apart so he could see all of you, and you let your fingers tangle in his soft hair. You were so excited, and when the wire rim of his glasses brushed the inside of your thigh, you shivered with pleasure. 

Then his lips met your pussy, and you almost went through the fucking ceiling. Those big hands were at your waist, holding you in place on the bed as he licked up along your slit, slowly tasting every inch before he hummed softly. You wanted to watch, but you could barely lift your head off of the pillow as he licked up again and again before kissing your clit. 

When you managed to prop yourself up on one elbow, you got a great view of his big cock hanging out of his unzipped jeans when he lifted his head away from your body. "Does it feel good?" he asked, and you laughed. He pulled away from you further, concern on his face as you started to reach for him.

Your nails scraped along the day's worth of stubble on his cheek as you sat up and kissed him, tasting yourself. You licked at his lips and chin, cleaning up the wetness before you whispered. "It feels better than good."

A few seconds later, you were on your back again, legs over his shoulders as he ate your pussy with fervor. All of your nerve endings were singing his praises. He had you spread with his rough thumbs, and when he looked up at you, even his nose was wet. Your hands were fisted at your sides while you gently rolled your hips against his mouth and whined at the perfect feel of him. "Shit. Fuck," you gasped. He sucked on you with just the right amount of pressure, and your toes were literally starting to curl. "Bob!" 

All you got in response was another hum of pleasure that made you squeal followed by some seriously lewd, wet sounds. His broad shoulders pushed against the backs of your thighs, and you felt him teasing at your opening with the tip of one finger. Tongue circling your clit, he glanced up at you over his crooked glasses. His cheeks were pink, and there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead as you reached for his hair again. "I want you to fuck me."

"Okay," he agreed, nodding his head like he hadn't brought you close with his mouth. He looked a little dazed and pussy drunk, and you thought you could fall in love with that expression on his handsome face. 

"Come here," you whispered, kneeling so you could kiss him. "You taste like me," you added, licking his cheek and chin. "And I love it."

"Honey," he growled, and when you looked down, you could tell he was aching. You pushed him onto his butt and helped him the rest of the way out of his jeans and snug briefs, his thick cock bouncing for you. Then you looked at him there in just his socks and glasses, and your entire body clenched with a need you'd never known before. 

You took his cock in both hands, leaned down and kissed away all of his precum while every muscle in his abs and both legs tensed up. "Holy shit," he gasped. When you tugged on his shoulders, he moved with you, covering your body with his own. His weight and warmth against your bare skin felt essential to your happiness, and when you kissed him, he said, "And you taste like me." 

His cheeks flushed a pretty pink as you ran your tongue along his lips. You couldn't get enough. He shifted his body slightly, and his cock came to rest on your slick clit, making you moan into his mouth. You arched away from him, moving your hips back and forth a few inches at a time, using his body to bring yourself pleasure as you clung to his arms. "God, Bob. You haven't even been inside me yet, and I'm a mess." 

The veins in his neck and forehead were more prominent as he panted, a bead of his sweat rolling down to the tip of his nose. You licked it away as you shifted your hips so he was positioned at your entrance. He was thick, and even though you were soaking wet now, you had to use one hand to help guide him. You shook your head from side to side, your body taking him slowly. He buried his forehead to your neck, and the bite of his glasses against your collar bone kept you grounded. 

"Honey," he moaned, clutching at your hips as he finally, finally bottomed out. You were completely full, already clenching around him softly and enjoying the rough feel of his trimmed hairs against your clit. He thrusted a few times like he couldn't help himself, and you kissed his forehead. "Am I hurting you?"

His neck was a little slick against your fingertips. You'd been fucked too rough or without enough lubrication to the point of it being painful several times before, but this was the exact opposite. "Bob, you feel incredible." He lifted his head and kissed your lips, rewarding you with another thrust. Your legs tangled with his as you pushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed him harder. 

His lips found their way to your neck and breasts, and his thrusts started coming quicker, but every smooth movement left you gripping at him, your body begging for more as you whimpered and whined. He murmured your name against your skin, sucking on your nipples until you were seeing stars. And each thrust filled you somehow better than the last. And every movement left you grinding your clit up for more. 

You were going to come. You were going to come so hard. You could feel it. The buildup was delicious. Lips and stubble and glasses on your breasts. Hands on your hips. Bob everywhere.

"I'm not wearing a condom. Honey," he panted. "I'm not wearing a condom."

"It's okay," you whined loudly, suddenly gasping and clawing at his shoulders for leverage. "You can come wherever you want."

He chose inside you. And you came, hard and long and loud, hands on his face while you kissed him. You knew he was going to be so much better. You called it from the start. From when he surprised you by asking you out for coffee. He was immediately better than anything else you anticipated for yourself, and even when he fumbled, he recovered. You ran your lips along his cheek and back to his ear and whispered, "You're so much better than faking it."

He rolled both of you onto your sides, facing each other while he was still deep inside you. "Please don't ever do that. Fake it," he said, voice deep and raspy as he ran his rough palm along your cheek. "I want to know I'm good enough for my girlfriend." 

You smiled and tucked your head under his chin, and he wrapped his arm around you. His skin was warm beneath your lips, and his words were soft and gentle. When he climbed out of bed, he asked where he could find a washcloth, and he came back with it a minute later, ready to help you get cleaned up. He even held your robe out for you and waited while you used the bathroom, but you did that quickly, finding you wanted to be right next to him as much as possible.

Bob looked delicious in his briefs and undershirt, and you wrapped your arms around his waist as you asked, "Do you want to go back out under the blanket? With the bottle of wine? We could look at the stars. Listen to the ocean before bed."

He kissed your forehead. "As long as I'm with you."

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Six months later...

After eight weeks away, Bob was excited to get home. He really hoped this was the start of his deployments feeling lonelier than the time between them did. Especially since he was going home to you and the house where he moved all of his stuff as soon as you asked him to live with you. He couldn't wait to hold you all night and hear all about your Dungeons & Dragons campaign and ask how you'd been enjoying work.

As soon as the aircraft carrier started docking in San Diego, he was at one of the lower railings along with the other aviators, and he spotted you immediately. You were bouncing around at the front of the crowd shouting his name and waving like a lunatic, and he had missed you so much. "Hey, Honey!" he shouted, and you just jumped higher. 

"Damn, Floyd. That's your girl?" asked one of the guys he'd flown with.

"Yeah," he replied, never taking his eyes off you. "That's my girl."

Six and a half minutes later, he was practically running down the long ramp with his duffle on one shoulder to the spot where you were waiting for him. 

"Bob!" you screeched as he scooped you up in your tiny dress and kissed you until you were as breathless as he was. "I missed you. I love you so much, and I missed you."

"I want to go home, Honey," he said, kissing you again. "Take me home."

"Gladly," you gushed, grabbing his hand and leading him toward his own truck. "I have big plans for your big cock," you announced to everyone around you, and Bob felt his cheeks warm up. "Well, and the rest of you, too. We can make a pizza together and eat out on the deck."

"Anything you want," he promised, tossing his bag in the truck bed and pushing you against the door. "And I love you, too." 

You only let him kiss you for a few seconds, before you were pushing him away. "I know you do. Let's go home." You held his hand on the short ride, and when he pulled in the driveway, you yanked him right out and led him inside the house. 

This felt incredible, knowing you wanted him as badly as he wanted you, running hand in hand to the bedroom. Then you stopped short and turned to face him as he bumped into you with a laugh. "You know how you're kind of your alter ego right now when you're in your uniform? Lieutenant Floyd?"

"Yeah?" he whispered, leaning down to kiss you, but your lips curled into a smile as you backed away.

"Well... I thought you might like to meet my alter ego?" you asked softly, easing that little dress up to your hips and along your torso before pulling it over your head. You were standing there in the tiniest black thong and bra set known to mankind. "Do you want to meet Roxy Luxxe?"

Bob just nodded and reached down to palm himself through his khaki pants as he gaped at you and grunted, "Uh huh." If Roxy was just a playful extension of his girlfriend, then yes, he wanted to meet her. 

You bit your lip and coaxed him toward the bed, running your hands down your body to your hips where you played with your underwear. "Good. Because she wants to meet you, too. And she wants you to know she's only going to be available exclusively for Bob Floyd's enjoyment."

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[deakyjoe]

I Got Chills, They’re Multiplying

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader (fem, she/her)

Category: sick fic, fluff

Summary: Despite being stubbornly independent, Bob won’t let you push him away in your time of need.

Warnings: sickness, sexual references and innuendos, implication of Bob having a “lieutenant” kink, just fluff mostly, reader is used to pushing people away, they’re like hella in love but won’t say it

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: Wrote this exhausted because I haven’t been able to sleep these past few days due to being sick. Enjoy!

Consider buying me a coffee :)

You stared at the last text message Bob had sent you.

Okay, get well soon!

It was unclear whether the constant pounding in your head was what was making you feel sick or if it was how quickly the text conversation had ended with your boyfriend. Well, kind-of boyfriend. You'd been on a lot of dates over the last few months but hadn't actually made it official yet.

It's not like you expected anything from him, you were used to men being pretty dismissive, and his message was actually very friendly, especially with the exclamation point at the end, but you couldn't help but feel a pang of something at him just ending the conversation like that.

To be fair to him, you had told him that you were fine, just had a cold or a minor case of the flu. It was a little worse than that but you weren't used to telling people your problems, used to keeping them bottled up inside. So you guess you couldn't really blame him for taking your word for granted and assuming that, as you'd said, you were fine. And maybe he was busy.

You sighed and tossed your phone aside, burying your face in one of the many blankets you'd dragged to your couch in an attempt to feel slightly warmer. You were being ridiculous, this is exactly what you wanted. And what you expected. At least you had peace and quiet for the day whilst you recovered.

Drifting off into a dreamless sleep came naturally with the state your body was in and you were thankful for it, hoping that the headache that had been plaguing you since you first woke up that morning would be gone by the time you woke up again.

It wasn't.

In fact, it only got worse when the rhythmic throbbing in your skull matched the timing of the person knocking on your front door. You groaned quietly to yourself and dragged yourself up off the couch, wrapping a blanket tight around your shoulders and padding to the door with only one sock on. You figured the other one must have fallen off during your nap.

You didn't even bother looking through the peephole to see who was bothering you, hoping to just snap at them to go away once you'd managed to unlock the door.

That plan was foiled when you were greeted by your favourite pair of baby blue eyes behind wire framed glasses. You immediately softened at the sight of your kind-of boyfriend.

"Oh, hi." You croaked, immediately feeling sheepish that you were about to shout at him without even thinking about the consequences.

Bob frowned at you, giving you a quick once over. "You're sick."

"Yes, I told you that." You chuckled, coughing into your elbow as soon as the words had left your mouth.

"Sicker than you let on." He clarified.

You shrugged, not knowing what to say. He was right. But that's just who you were. Keep everything to yourself, was your motto.

So you just asked him a question instead. "Why are you here? I said I was fine."

Bob smiled at that. "I think your exact words were 'yeah, I'm good' which I knew was a lie."

"Oh." That surprised you.

He went further. "You only say you're good when something's wrong."

God, were you that easy to read?

"So, I thought I'd come check on you." He stiffened suddenly. "I hope that's okay."

You didn't think it possible but somehow you softened more under his worried gaze. "Yes, that's very okay. Do you want to come in?"

You opened the door wider for him, stepping aside and grinning when he hurried in and kicked off his shoes. It was then that you noticed what he was wearing. Blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He looked good. Very good. If you didn't feel like you were dying then you'd definitely be jumping his bones right about now. You still kind of wanted to. You pushed the thought aside.

"Didn't realise how hot it is outside. I'm freezing." You mumbled, shuffling back towards your couch. "Do you want a drink?"

"No, thanks. But if I did then I'd make it myself. I'm here to look after you." He placed a hand on the small of your back to guide you in the direction of the blanket pile you'd previously made, smirking at the sight of it.

You shifted away from him. "You don't have to touch me. I'm sick and disgusting right now."

He huffed. "You're beautiful and lovely like always."

"Liar." You grumbled, pushing back into his hand nevertheless.

"No, just smitten and honest." He confessed, sitting you down on the couch and wrapping you in the millions of blankets. "Have you eaten today?"

You shook your head no. You didn't feel up to cooking.

"Want me to make you something?" He stood in front of you with his hands on his hips.

"No." You sighed. "It's okay."

"Yeah, I'm making you something."

You huffed. "You really don't have to-"

"I want to." He cut you off. “I don’t want you to think you can’t ask me for things. You know I care about you, right?”

You nodded slowly. “I know, I’m just used to doing stuff for myself.”

Bob smiled gently. “I know that. But now you don’t have to. I’m here for you. To help. Or whatever you need.”

You were about to respond with a fond thank you when you were interrupted by his cellphone chiming in his pocket.

“Sorry.” He grunted, pulling the device from the front of his jeans.

“It’s okay.” You coughed, curious as to why he was suddenly frowning. “Who is it?”

"Had plans with the team tonight. Was supposed to meet them for drinks." He mumbled, typing away on his phone.

"Oh, god." You rubbed your hand across your face. "Please go. You don't have to stay here. Don't let them down."

Bob suddenly looked up from his screen and gave you an amused smile. "I'm sure they'll understand that I'm looking after my sick girlfriend."

He said it so casually, as if he’d been doing it regularly. Your heart rate picked up at that. Girlfriend. His girlfriend. Bob Floyd's girlfriend. You could've squealed with glee. You stayed silent and settled for a pleased grin.

He sighed to himself once he’d replied to his team and placed his cell down on your coffee table. “Where were we? Oh! Right. Me cooking for you.”

“Like I said, you don’t need to do that.” You pulled your feet up onto the couch after a particularly violent shiver ran through you. “I’m perfectly fine.”

Bob reached out and pressed the back of his hand onto your forehead. “You have a fever. And you’re still shaking like we’re in Antarctica.”

“It’s just my immune system fighting back.” You hummed, leaning into his touch as he moved his hand down to cup your cheek.

“Exactly. And I’m sure some warm soup will just help your immune system out.” He crouched down in front of you, taking the other side of your face in his other hand. “Please let me take care of you.”

The words were so softly spoken, so tender, that you almost started crying. No one had ever sounded so sincere before, especially when it came to your well-being. If you weren’t so scared of infecting him, you would’ve leaned forward to kiss him.

So you could only reply quietly, with the smallest of nods. “Okay.”

His face burst into a dazzling smile, the kind that made you never want to stop looking at him. “Okay. You rest some more and I’ll go make that for you.”

You smiled weakly back at him, suddenly remembering something. “I don’t think I have any soup.”

Bob didn’t falter. “That’s alright. I’ll figure something out.”

You thought that maybe you were a little bit in love with him.

“Help yourself to anything.” It didn’t need to be said, he knew your kitchen pretty well at this point and you always made it clear that he was free to eat or use anything in it when he was over at your place.

He nodded, pressed a kiss to your forehead and stood up. “Try to sleep a little. This might take a while.”

You snorted, regretting it immediately as it made your throat feel all scratchy. “Yes, Lieutenant.”

Bob paused for a second, halfway to taking a step towards the kitchen, and looked back at you. “Lieutenant?”

You nodded, mouth twitching at the corners.

He seemed to think on it for a second. “Hm, we’ll come back to that.”

You giggled quietly into your blanket and settled back onto the couch, closing your eyes and thinking of Bob Floyd. Your boyfriend. Your extremely caring boyfriend. Who was in your kitchen making you soup! When did you suddenly get so lucky? The musings drifted away with you as you slipped into unconsciousness.

Some time passed before you were awoken again by Bob stroking the side of your face and softly uttering your name.

You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, slightly confused as your head cleared. “What’s going on?”

“Soup.” He replied simply, picking up your legs and sitting down before placing them across his lap. He leaned forward to grab the bowl and spoon on your coffee table and then turned to face you.

“You gonna feed me?” You teased.

Bob smiled. “I would if you wanted me to but I’m sure you’d rather I throw this soup in your face than do that.”

He was right.

“Hm, when did you get to know me so well?” You asked, half joking as you took the bowl and spoon from him. The soup was a rich green colour. What he’d found to put in it, you had no idea. “Always thought I was closed off.”

“You are.” He shrugged. “But I pay attention.”

Your eyes shot up to meet his again. He was just looking at you with a slight smile, hands smoothing up and down the lengths of your clothed legs.

You were definitely a little bit in love with him.

You defaulted to a joke. "Remind me when I'm feeling better that you're gonna get it sooo good."

Bob snorted. "I think the fever is making you delirious."

"I'm just frustrated because you, somehow, look hotter than usual and I'm too sick to do anything about it." You gestured vaguely to his outfit, using the spoon to point.

“I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt.”

“Hot.” You insisted.

"Okay, I'll remind you." He rolled his eyes. “Now eat your soup.”

“Yes, Lieutenant.” You mumbled, dipping the spoon into the thick liquid.

He huffed out a laugh.

You weren’t surprised in the least that the soup was delicious. You were starting to believe that Bob might actually be the perfect man, some sort of miracle sent to Earth to apologise for all the wrongdoing in the world. How he’d managed to concoct a good soup out of the limited ingredients in your kitchen was beyond you. And yet, he’d done it.

“What the hell did you put in this?” You asked, frowning at him mock suspiciously. If you didn’t know him better you’d think he’d ordered it to your place while you were asleep. But Bob Floyd wasn’t that kind of guy.

“Some stuff I found laying around.” He shrugged modestly. “Didn’t follow a recipe or anything.”

You scoffed. “You’re something else.”

He just shrugged again, a pleased smile playing on the corners of his lips, and watched you practically inhale the rest of the dish. He was very glad you’d eaten it.

“How you feeling now?”

“Better.” You admitted. “But I don’t know if it’s because of the soup or because you’re here.”

Bob’s heart thudded against his rib cage at that confession. “Just happy to help.”

You hummed and stared at him fondly.

He had trouble getting his next question out, distracted by the way you were looking at him. “Do- do you- do you want to go back to sleep?”

You hesitated before answering him, mulling an idea over in your mind. “There is something I want.”

“Oh, yeah? What is it?” He was willing to do anything for you.

“Don’t want you to get sick.” You sighed.

He smiled. “I think we left that concern behind when I first got here.”

Your eyes widened. “No! Don’t make me feel guilty.”

“I’m not trying to.” Bob assured you. “But I doubt whatever you want is going to have a higher risk of getting me sick than me just sitting here next to you.”

You grumbled something underneath your breath to yourself.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind getting sick off of you.”

Maybe you were a lot in love with him.

So you let it burst out of you. “Wanna cuddle.”

Bob didn’t even respond to you, just scooped you up into his arms and maneuvered the two of you into the position he knew you liked - him on his back with you half on top of him and half next to him, one leg and one arm slung around him, your face buried his chest and head tucked under his chin, one of his hands moving to stroke up and down your arm, trace patterns across your back and comb through your hair.

He knew you so well.

You nuzzled your face against his t-shirt. “Thank you.”

He inhaled deeply. “You don’t need to thank me.”

“I want to. You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“Making you soup is nothing. It’s not like I’m giving you a kidney.” He paused. “Although I’d probably do that too.”

You chuckled against his chest. “What I mean is, most guys would’ve accepted my ‘I’m good’ text and carried on with their day. You didn’t.”

“Because I knew you were lying.” He reminded you.

“That’s my point. No one has ever known I was lying before.” You tilted your head up to look at him. “I’m glad you knew.”

“Me too.”

Bob wanted to kiss you but knew you’d kill him if he tried. So he settled for the smile he gave you that always made you look away nervously. Which you did, as predicted, and then swiftly fell asleep against him. He wondered how’d he’d gotten so lucky. Sure, he was caring for a sick person but it was the happiest he’d been in a long time. Which should sound ridiculous but to him it made more sense than anything.

He was knocked out of his thoughts when you whined lowly in your sleep and held onto him tighter. He smiled down at you and held you closer to his chest.

Bob knew then that he was a lot in love with you.

A/N: And we’re back!

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summary: an accidental call to your boyfriend on girls night leaves everyone shocked at a revelation they never thought they would have; bob fucks.

pairing: robert floyd x girlfriend!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: allusions to smut throughout but none actually, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a daddy kink, one mention of 50 shades of grey as a joke 😭

part 2!

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Bob, Rooster and Coyote were all sat on the couch in Hangman’s living room whilst an old 80s rock record played through the speaker, watching the latter animatedly talk about some new position him and his girlfriend had tried out the night previous.

“And then I had her leg wrapped around my neck Javy, it was literally insane.”

Javy laughed at his best friend’s antics whilst Rooster spluttered, “You’re so full of shit Bagman! Not even a gymnast could pull that off.” Bob nodded in agreement and Jake started up again.

“Rooster, you’re just mad that the grannies you’re ploughing in missionary get arthritis before you can finish.”

Bob couldn’t even politely hold in his laugh at the dig as Coyote started to smack his arm in an effort to stop cackling, whilst Rooster huffed something about how she was only two years older than him with an eye roll. Now filled with the urge for revenge Rooster decided to strike the first person in his eye line.

“How come we never get to hear about you and your girlfriend Bob?” Rooster questioned, which was cruel of him. He knew Bob was a private person but the alcohol they had slowly been consuming over this ‘boys night’ had lowered his inhibitions slightly and he was still seething from Jake’s dig so Bob seemed like the easy target. Bob shrugged as the boys turned to him expectantly.

“It’s not gentlemanly, I dont expect she says anything about us to her friends either,”

Coyote seemed pleased with his response and slapped him on the back a little too painfully before putting in his (unwanted) two cents.

“See that boys? Always the southern gentleman hey Bob?”

Jake laughed loudly at the two admissions he had just heard.

“What bagman?” Bob asked, growing more agitated by his friends who were a little more inebriated than he was.

“You are out of your depth if you think Phoenix, Halo and our girlfriends aren’t talking about us specifically in the bedroom right now.”

Reminded of your current whereabouts, Bob began to wonder what you and your girlfriends talked about on your bi-monthly girls night. After all that is why he was drinking at Hangman’s place. Jake would never admit it but he hates being alone in his house without his girl, hence the invitation to boys night being sent out to his friends. Bob was about to speak up again when ‘My Girl’ by the temptations started playing from his pocket, signifying that his girlfriend was indeed calling him. Jake giggled out,

“Seriously Baby on board, I promised my girlfriend I’d start being nicer to people but you are making that promise so goddamn hard right now.”

Rooster felt bad for starting up this conversation and came to Bob’s defence,

“I love this song,” this prompted a fake gag from Jake into Javys face.

“Can you guys shush for like one sec,” Bob pleaded before answering the call.

“Hey baby,” Bob spoke.

No reply. Weird.

“Hello?” Bob spoke again, he could hear muffled sounds but no clear words. Begrudgingly switching the phone to speaker in one last attempt to hear you clearly, Bob held his phone out and the boys leaned in rather too nosily for Bob’s liking. There was more muffled noises until a sound rang out that the boys assumed was you moving your phone into a better position.

“Hi baby,” Bob tried again, but it became obvious that you couldn’t hear him. He reached to end the call when a voice rang out.

“YOU CALL HIM WHAT?!” Jake’s ears perked up, he would recognise that voice anywhere, that was unmistakably his girlfriend. Jake gestured for Bob to put his phone on the coffee table so they could all hear where the rest of this conversation (which was definitely not meant for their ears) would go. Bob felt slightly bad that this would be an invasion of your privacy, but that feeling quickly subsided when he heard your response.

“Look, Daddy kinks aren’t even that uncommon, Jake has made you do even crazier stuff and you can’t even argue that!”

Rouge began to spread across Bob’s cheeks and he reached to end the call to prevent further embarrassment in front of his closest friends. However, all three other boys seemed to be working in tandem as Coyote moved to hold Bob down and Hangman held the phone away from him all whilst Rooster reminded Jake that he should mute themselves so that they shouldn’t have to worry about a noise coming from them which would alert you of the call currently taking place without your knowledge.

Phoenix cut in before Jakes girlfriend could retaliate to your earlier statement. She was curious,

“And like.. you enjoy that?” Bob was reminded of the sheer amount of people who he worked with who were now aware of a certain preference he had and he cringed.

Your giggle was heard across the phone and the boys struggled to contain their own.

“I mean when I first met him I was not expecting it at all, but like… it’s so hot when he takes charge,” the girls all squealed and you were spurred on, “the other week he even tied my hands up so I couldn’t touch him when he went down on me.”

More squeals ensued but not just from the girls, Rooster was surprisingly high pitched when he wanted to be. Halo squawked out,

“Phe I cannot believe your little back seater is a total fifty shades of grey type freak!”

Jake’s girlfriend seemed to find this even funnier than everyone else,

“‘Little’! Ha! You’re funny Halo!” This intrigued the two female pilots even more as they prodded at you. Phoenix spoke up first,

“How am I supposed to look him in the eyes after this?!” She laughed.

Halo then decided to question you further, “Okay, I’m gonna move my hands apart and you tell me when to stop,”

A snort from Jake’s girlfriend followed and then silence for a few seconds. The boys stared Bob down suddenly wishing they were with the girls. A shriek interrupted their train of thought and Bob buried his face into his hands.

“NO WAY!” Halo all but screamed. You winked at her and she screamed again, “God, no wonder I saw you limping around the Hard Deck the other day!”

Rooster looks up at this revelation and questioned Bob, “Bro you said she hurt her knee at work,” Bob smiled sheepishly and Coyote continued his annoying habit of smacking anyone in the near vicinity when he finds something particularly funny.

Bob shushed them all as you began to speak again, “Look if we’re being honest now I want to admit something else,”

“Please have a sex dungeon, please have a sex dungeon, please have a sex dungeon, please have-”

“Jake shut the fuck up he does not have a sex dungeon,” Rooster came to Bob’s defence once again, “…do you?”

Bob scoffed at the absurdity of Roosters question, “Hey! I was just checking man!”

You started up again, “that time I lost my voice from a mean cold… it was not a cold.” The girls shrieked with laughter, “and that’s all I’m saying on that matter.”

There was movement on the phone as Phoenix finally spoke up from her laughter, “I need another drink, anyone else for one?” There was a combination of yeses and Halo got up to help her retrieve what was left of the wine.

There was more shuffling then a loud gasp much clearer than everything else the boys had heard, they looked at each other and grinned.

Jake’s girlfriend looked up from her phone and asks you, “whats up, babe?”

“I’ve been on call to Bobby this whole time.”

Bob couldn’t help but laugh at your use of the sweet nickname after seemingly revealing all of yours and his dirty secrets.

Jake’s girlfriend ever the people pleaser tried to reassure you, “Well we didn’t hear anything from them? Maybe he butt answered your butt dial?”

You breathed a sigh of relief at her words, because they made sense right? You reached to end the call but then a voice from your phone spoke up.

“Baby, you are far too optimistic.” Jake chuckled into the phone hoping to surprise his girlfriend.

Jake’s girlfriend laughed and you gasped, “Jake! Hi um… sorry how long have you been on the phone? Is it just you there?”

A chorus of laughs occur from the boys side of the phone and you groan into Jake’s girlfriends hair.

Rooster speaks up this time in a teasing tone, “Best behave for Daddy tonight Angel.” And you groan even further into Jake’s girlfriend as Phoenix and Halo return with wine in hand.

Phoenix gives you a confused look and you explain, “I butt dialled Bob.” Halo threatens to spill the remnants of wine with how hard she is shuddering with laughter.

Phoenix speaks into the phone, “Hi boys!”

Coyote laughs and responds, “Hey Phoenix!”

You finally dare to ask the question that’s been plaguing you, “So how much of that did you actually hear?”

Your sweet, loving boyfriend finally spoke up, “From about the daddy kink up until now, Sweetheart.” He chuckled.

“I’m so sorry, Bobby.” You cringed.

“Don’t worry about it, just be glad I’m not trying to break your legs like Bagman is with those positions with his girl.”

You giggled into your friend again whilst protests from Jake could be heard.

“Okay Baby, well I’ll see you soon?” You asked and you could practically hear Bob’s smirk through the phone.

“Yes you will, Sweetheart.”

After hearing his response you absentmindedly tap your phone to end the call and place it face down away from you.

Jake’s girlfriend piped up, “at least he didn’t hear us talk about you know what!” And you all giggled in relief.

“WE DONT KNOW WHAT !” Jake yelled into the phone.

“Still here Sweetheart,” Bob laughed, and you hurriedly picked your phone up.

“Oh my god what is wrong with me ?!” You whined. Bob laughed in response and Phoenix took your phone ending the call definitely before something too embarrassing was revealed.

Halo piped up, “I suggest a no phone rule at the next girls night!” You groaned into the pillow behind you.

The boys were staring at Bob, somewhat awestruck.

“What?” Bob laughed.

“Why are we all pretending we don’t wanna know what his dick looks like now?” Rooster asked.

Bob pulled away just quick enough before his arm became anymore bruised from Coyote’s violent laughter so Jake fell victim instead.

Bob almost felt bad for Jake but then he spoke up, “Daddy! Help me!” With a shit eating grin on his face.

God, you were in for it when you got home.

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a/n: i have always been a part of the bob fucks agenda but here is my little contribution HAHAH,, also i thought maybe a lil continuation w jake and his gf here ??? if anyone wants more on those two lemme knowww!!

lew lew i love you 🫶

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