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mothdruid · 1 year

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A Snowed In Baby Bird

pairing: robert ‘bob’ floyd x afab!reader

summary: you and bob are childhood best friends, your families being friends before you both were born. a storm rolls in at your families shared cabin, that the two of you volunteered to lock up. now the two of you are stuck, but is that really a bad thing?

wc: 4.4k

warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, fluff at the end, alcohol use, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, blow job, pet names (baby bird), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, bob fucks.

a/n: we've gotten two out of three winter storms in michigan so far this week! we currently have six inches of snow and are supposed to get six more this friday! so i was inspired to write a snowed in fic! this was also lightly based on a twitter porn video.

“Well, fuck.”

The weather outside was getting progressively worse. The wind was picking up, whipping around the thick white flakes of snow outside. It was practically a blizzard. Something that you would have seen in a movie and definitely didn’t feel confident driving back in. And you didn’t want to pressure Bob into driving back in this weather.

“What’s up?” Bob asked, walking over and stopping behind you.

“The storm showed up early.”

Yeah, the two of you knew about the storm. But it wasn’t supposed to show up for another three hours. Or at least the last you checked it wasn’t supposed to.

“That doesn’t look good.”

You nodded in agreement.

“Might as well get a hold of our parents.” Bob said, turning to go search for his phone.

Both of your families had left earlier that day, leaving the two of you alone. You two had volunteered to lock up, not wanting the rest of the family to be held up. After spending the whole weekend with each other's families, you two really wanted to take this time to catch up. You two had hoped to get alone time this weekend, but your families made it borderline impossible.

Your family and Bob’s had been close for years. Neither of you knew how or when your parents became best friends, but you both remembered each other from day one. Bob was only a few months older than you, something he always boasted about when you two were kids. You were a little surprised when he came home this time.

He was a little different, not the shy Bobby you grew up with. He was more confident and composed now, college having changed him. He had goals he was aiming for now, flight school being his driving force. A part of you was beyond proud of him, but it was still worrying watching the person you had loved for years take off without you.

You had never confessed that you loved him to anyone. You had always assumed it was some type of childhood crush, affection towards the first person who was kind to you. But then it never went away. Even when you both left for college, your heart ached at the loss of contact. The texts never stopped, the occasional video call every now and then, but it was just never the same.

“Yeah, ma. We know, we know. Yeah. Love you, too.”

You watched Bob pace back and forth around the living room, texting your own parents that you two were stuck at the cabin due to the storm. You bounced your leg lightly, a little anxious about the new predicament. There was barely enough wood for the wood stove to keep the cabin warm through the night. You leaned back into the couch, watching Bob hang up and walk over to you.

“You good?” Bob nudged your leg with his.

“I mean, kind of?”

Bob plopped down next to you, setting his phone on the coffee table. You mimicked the action, placing your phone on the coffee table.

“Getting snowed in wasn’t on my trip checklist.” You joked.

“Mine either.” Bob said, smiling at you. He wrapped an arm behind you on the couch, adjusting his glasses as he looked at you.

The two of you sat there for a moment, contemplating what to do next. The two of you decided that you would stay downstairs, not wanting to burn through all the wood trying to heat the entire place up. Bob offered to sleep on the couch, letting you take the only downstairs bedroom.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get too cold.” You said. The urge to say you would just share with him was strong, but you decided to tuck that away.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll just sleep in a sweater or something.” Bob chuckled. He stood up, moving to the wood pile near the wood stove.

You watched as he opened the front of the stove, taking a log and placing it inside the stove. A part of you wondered about how his arms looked under his sweater. The knit material hid the way his biceps flexed when he picked up each log. Bob had always been lean and fit, but you knew that since he was headed to flight school he might have started working out.

A heat started to bubble inside of you, still watching him. You could see a small rosy tint on his cheeks when he looked back at you. You gave him a small smile, getting up and heading to the open kitchen. You sought out two shot glasses and a bottle of fireball. If the fire wasn’t going to warm you up quickly, this definitely would.

Bob had moved to the fireplace when you returned to the living room. You watched as Bob got the fireplace lit, cracking open the bottle of fireball. He looked back as you filled one of the glasses with amber liquid, setting the bottle down before throwing back the shot. The liquid seared your throat as you felt it travel down, settling in your stomach.

“Fireball?” Bob asked, watching you pour another shot. “Are we in high school?”

“Says the one who didn’t drink til he turned twenty-one.” You threw back the second shot quickly, grimacing lightly.

“Sorry I was following the law.” Bob joked, tossing his hands up in a defensive way. You watched him grab the bottle and pour his own shot.

“Always being a good boy, aren’t you Bobby?” You teased.

Bob rolled his eyes, throwing back his own shot. The bob of his adams apple caught your attention. Your tongue ran over your lips, watching his lips detach from the shot glass. The shots in your stomach were starting to warm your body, adding a light haze to your brain. You weren’t sure when he had started watching you, but when your eyes caught his he blushed, looking away swiftly.

After the both of you downed a few more shots, you had finally started to catch up. You learned that Bob had got a close knit friend group at college. The group helped him push himself, going out of his comfort zone and learning more about what he was comfortable with. Bob had learned that you were still sporting a high GPA, even with graduation right around the corner.

“So, you heard about flight school?” You asked, pulling a blanket you had found further up your body.

“Yep, got accepted.” Bob nodded, holding another shot up to you as a toast before throwing it back. The bottle of fireball was almost empty now, maybe only a handful of shots left in the bottle.

“Congrats! Baby bird got his wings!” You squealed. Excitement with a tinge of sadness flowed through you, knowing that naval flight school would be hard. It would put him further away from you, making your heart ache. But you knew the two of you would make it through, just like you did with college.

“I haven't got 'em yet.” Bob said, looking at you with a bit of a sad look.

“What’s that look for?” You questioned, afraid you might have said something wrong.

Bob shrugged as he crossed his legs, grabbing at his pants leg now. He looked so small now, like that kid you grew up with. The kid that was always making sure that he had enough to share with the class. The one who always made sure that nobody was left behind in the line or fell behind in class. You thought about the one time he found a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest, which really upset him when he found out it couldn’t be put back. The incident that earned him the nickname ‘baby bird’ from you.

“It.. it’s nothing.” Bob whispered, trying to give you a small reassuring smile.

“That’s a lie.” You stood up, pointing down at him. “You have to tell me.”

Bob stared at your finger, leaning back a little bit. He was a bit perturbed at your action. His face scrunched up, eyes squinting to look at you. You watched him adjust his glasses, a part of your throat went dry as you watched him. Eventually, he swatted your finger away, pulling one knee up to his chest.

“Why do you want to know?” Bob questioned.

You made your way around the coffee table, moving to your knees in front of him. His cerulean eyes were deep pools of emotion, hiding something you couldn’t see on the surface.

“Because you’re my friend.” You reached out for his hand, feeling his soft skin against your own. “If something is bothering you, I’m here for you. You can talk to me.” Emotion had started to take over your face.

Bob could feel everything bubbling inside of him. It was all settling in his throat, threatening to break out. He had thought about his fears for a while. Being shipped off to the other side of the US, away from everyone he knew and loved. Away from you. The two of you weren’t together now, but a three hour drive was much more bearable than an almost day long drive.

“I’m scared about leaving. Being away from everyone.” Bob figured now was better than never. “Not having anyone I really know around. Not having anyone to lean on. Not having you.” Bob’s hand tightened around yours, the alcohol giving him confidence. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

Your heart ached at his words. All the shots of fireball were making his words confusing. It felt like a confession, but you weren’t sure of what. Without thinking you leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his.

“I’m not leaving you though. I’ll always be here.”

Bob brought his free hand up to your face, caressing your cheek. You watched his eyes flick down to your lips, tongue moving to wet his lips. You scanned his face, taking in his now bright red cheeks and ocean like eyes.

His lips were soft when they pressed against yours, softer than you ever imagined. You tightened your hand in his. The movement was gentle, his lips softly moving on yours. It wasn’t pushy or desperate, more refreshing than any other kiss you had experienced. The hand on your cheek moved a little bit, sliding to cradle the spot right below your ear. Bob pulled back from you, pressing his nose into your cheek.

“Is this okay?” Bob whispered.

“More than okay.” You nodded, feeling his glasses move with your motions.

The two you reconnected, a little bit more passion behind the kiss now. You let your years of emotions start to pour into it, giving him everything you had to offer. Bob doing a similar thing, letting all of his hidden emotions come to the surface. He let go of your hand bringing it up to the other side of your jaw, keeping you in place as he kissed you. The small wire frames of his glasses could be felt against the plush of your cheeks.

“Let’s move to the couch.” You whispered, kissing him lightly before standing up.

Bob moved over to the couch, sitting on it as he watched you saunter over. You placed a knee on each side of Bob, settling in his lap. Bob’s hands moved to your waist, lightly settling but not grabbing or applying pressure. You rolled your hips down onto his, feeling his semi-hard cock in his jeans. Bob leaned his head back into the couch, reveling in the feeling of you grinding against him. His eyes were focused on you, watching your hips roll against him. His chest was already moving heavily, each breath filling his lungs to the brink.

You gripped the back of the couch, rolling your hips as you felt his hard-on grow against your ass. He closed his eyes and parted his lips, breath passing quickly as you rocked against him. You felt your sweater tighten around your waist. You looked to see Bob’s hand tight on the material of your sweater.

Heat was starting to pool in your abdomen as you rocked against him. You pressed your chest against his, latching your lips onto his neck. A gasp left Bob, his blue eyes opening wide. His hips rocked up into your grinding motions, pulling a whimper from him. Soft noises started to pour from him when you sucked the spot below his ear.

“Can I ride you?” You asked.

You could feel how hot and wet your panties were as you rocked against him. It was barely anything, but god was it getting you ready for him. You felt like a teenager in high school during your first make out session. But the one thing you couldn’t get past was Bob not touching you. Did he actually want this? He was the one that asked you if it was okay? Maybe he changed his mind?

“Please.” Bob said, leaning up and trying to capture your lips again.

You gave him a small peck before climbing off of him. He watched you unbutton your jeans, sliding them down and kicking them to the side. Bob clenched the cushion of the couch, his other hand moving to lightly rub over the bulge of his jeans. He was watching you with such devotion and innocence, making you wonder if he had ever even lost his virginity.

“I’ve got a question for you, baby bird.” You asked, slipping your hands up the back of your sweater. You unhooked the clasp of your bra, bringing your arms in to take your bra off. “Have you ever,” you let your bra drop from under your sweater, “thought about this?”

Bob swallowed as he watched you. You stood before him in just your underwear and knit sweater. It was driving him crazy, thinking about your nude form underneath the sweater. The way your nipples must have perked up when the material of your sweater brushed them. He almost forgot about the question you asked him. He nodded eagerly once he remembered your words.

“Another question.” You settled on the floor in front of him, hands moving to his belt. “Have you ever, ya know?” Your fingers unlooped his belt, pulling it out from his pants. Your fingers swiftly undid the button to his pants.

“Yeah, it’s just been a while.” Bob quietly said, lifting his hips as you started pulling his pants down his legs.

“That’s okay, I promise to take it easy.” Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers, easing them down his thighs.

Bob sighed when his cock was freed, the cooler air covering his cock. He spread his legs a little bit, watching you look at his cock. A small bit of embarrassment was starting to flood inside of him, not sure what you were thinking. It was all drained from him once your fingers wrapped around him, stroking lightly.

“Oh god.” Bob let out, letting his head drop back. He closed his eyes, breathing almost hitching with each stroke.

A warmth bloomed inside your chest as you watched his reaction. His cock felt like silk against your skin, a pearl of pre-come catching on your thumb. You spread pre-come along his cock, reveling in the sounds he had started to make. You grabbed the inside of his thigh with your left hand, keeping your right one stroking him.

The groan was ripped from Bob when your tongue licked at his tip. You kitten licked the head of his cock, earning soft whimpers from Bob. You took him into your mouth, easing him further into your mouth. Bob’s hand clenched near his sides, bringing himself to look at you. He moaned when he looked down at you, lips wrapped around his cock. It was something he had dreamed about for years.

You bobbed against him, taking him further and further into your mouth. You brought a hand to his balls, massaging lightly. Bob’s hips bucked a little, pushing the head of his cock into your throat. A gagging noise came from you, but you didn’t pull off of him. You wanted to give him everything you could. Take care of him the best you could.

Bob could barely handle it. The sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your mouth were pushing him to the edge. His abdomen was tight, a heat boiling in the base of his spine. He knew that if you kept this up he would come soon. Without a warning, you pulled off of him. He leaned up a little, getting ready to speak. You smashed your lips against his, earning a moan from Bob.

“I need you in me.” You said, slipping your underwear off as you started to stand up.

Bob nodded, watching you place a knee on each side of him. You hovered above him, staring at him as you grabbed his cock. You rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, catching on your entrance every now and then. A whine fell from you when it rubbed against your clit, a wave of pleasure rippling through you.

You positioned him at your entrance, preparing yourself to take him. You slowly started to sink down on his cock. A moan fell from you as he stretched you open. Bob’s hands shot to your waist, still hesitating to grab you. His breathing picked up, chest heaving as you fully seated yourself in his lap. Soft sounds continued to come from him.

“You’re not going to come, are you?” You asked softly.

“No.”

Bob’s fingers started to skate under your sweater. Without warning, you grabbed your sweater and took it off. Bob’s fingers grazed over your midsection, not knowing exactly where to touch. Bob’s eyes eventually found yours, not leaving your gaze as you took his glasses off of him. His cheeks were bright red, causing a warmth to blossom in your heart.

Your hips started to roll against him, his cock sliding in and out of you. Your fingers moved to the back of the couch, grabbing it for more leverage. Bob’s hands felt like they were hovering over your body. You started to lightly bounce on him, his cock stretching you with each downward motion.

His hands moved to the couch cushions, gripping them with each motion you made. A part of you was confused, wishing he would just touch you. Your hands found his, placing them over your breasts. Bob licked his lips when he felt your breasts in his hands. He kept his hands there, too nervous to grab or knead them.

You kept working your hips, thighs starting to slowly burn. A steady heat had formed in the pit of your belly. You placed your hands back on Bob’s thighs, rolling your hips and slightly presenting yourself to him. Bob just sat there watching, whines and moans falling from his lips. His hands stayed barely touching your breasts. His tongue ran over his lips, wetting them while teasing you.

You leaned over him, placing your hands on his jaw. You licked his lips, silently asking for him to open his mouth. His hands drifted to your waist, sitting there as your tongue moved against his. You ran a hand through his hair, pressing your forehead to his as you broke the kiss.

“You don’t have to be afraid to touch me.” You said, rolling your hips.

“I’m nervous.” Bob whimpered.

“You don’t have to be nervous. It’s just me.”

Bob kissed you gingerly.

“But what if this is the only time.” He let his head fall back.

You started to kiss his neck, marking it lightly. It was cute, the concern and nervousness he was showing. You were also worried about this being the only time, but if he wanted to do this again, you definitely weren’t going to say no.

“We can do this however many times you want.” You whispered in his ear.

Bob pulled back to look at you. He leaned against you nodding before smashing his lips against yours. His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you down tightly against him. A moan escaped you, his cock pushing deeper inside of you. His hips started to roll up into yours, meeting your own movements.

Bob leaned up, taking a nipple into his mouth as you rode him. His tongue swirled around the bud, pulling a moan from you. You threaded your fingers into his hair, keeping him pressed tightly on your chest. Moans started to pour from you as Bob started to take control. His hands gripped your hips and rolled them against him.

One of his hands disappeared from your hips, slipping between the two of you. Bob’s fingers slid between your legs, finding your clit. Your body shivered when he started rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves. You were so used to him not touching you that it was a little shocking. It hadn’t occurred to you just how close you were to your climax.

“Jus-just like that.” You whimpered as your hips rocked heavily against his.

The head of his cock was pressed tightly against that sensitive spot inside of you. The combination of his fingers on your clit and his cock pressed against your g-spot had you tumbling over the edge. Your walls clenched around his cock impossibly tight. Whimpers fell from your lips, his hips not stopping.

“B-Bob!” Your hands gripped the shoulders of his sweater tightly as you came around his cock.

“I’m not gonna last.” Bob whimpered, feeling you clenched around him.

“Inside of me, please.” You whimpered.

Bob groaned at your request, thrusts started to become uneven. His whimpers started to grow louder, hands tight on your sides. With only a few more thrusts and whines, Bob was coming inside of you. You moaned when you felt his come fill you, coating your walls and spreading warmth inside of you. You pulled Bob in for a heated kiss, tongue and teeth clashing.

Eventually you two pulled a part, Bob guiding you to rest your head on his shoulder. He started tracing small patterns on the skin of your back, taking a moment to appreciate what just happened. The material of his sweater pressed against your cheek as you started to drift. You shifted in his lap, his softened cock falling out of you. The both of you moaned when he fell out of you, his cum starting to fall out of you.

“Hey, let me go get something to clean you up.” Bob whispered, shifting you off of him and onto the couch.

A thumbs up was all you gave him as he got up and trotted off to the downstairs bathroom. You looked around for your sweater, locating it on the floor near the couch. By the time you slipped your sweater on, Bob was returning with a wet washcloth. You accepted it from him, whipping away the mess between your legs. He tracked down his underwear to put on, finding yours too. He held your panties out to you, trading you for the washcloth.

Bob left after the trade, heading back to toss the washcloth into the dirty clothes basket in the bathroom. You slipped your panties on before he came back, finding the blanket you were curled up in earlier. Bob picked his glasses up from the arm of the couch, placing them back on his face. He sat down near your feet, placing a hand on your now blanketed calf. You kicked your legs up, making sure the blanket covered his legs and yours.

The cabin was darker now, the fireplace barely had a flame to it and the night had consumed the weather outside. Silence settled between the two of you. It felt comfortable yet awkward.

“I was serious.” You said, staring at the dimly lit fireplace.

“Hmm?” Bob looked over at you, confused by your words.

“About it happening as many times as you want.” You looked at him, watching a shy look take over his face.

“Oh, I.. Okay.” Bob adjusted his glasses as he looked back at the fire.

You sat up, moving closer to him. You took one of his hands in yours, squeezing it.

“Are you okay?”

Bob smiled and turned to look at you. The shadows of his glasses casted over his face.

“I’m better than okay.” He squeezed your hand back. He leaned towards you, kissing you softly.

Warmth flooded you as he kissed you, spreading through your body. You brought a hand up to his face, caressing his cheek. He pulled back and pressed his forehead to yours. You heard him take a deep breath.

“I like you.” Bob whispered.

“I like you, too. Always have.” You whispered back.

Bob pulled back from you, a small look of surprise on his face. You smiled at him, repositioning the blanket on your laps then resting your head against his shoulder.

“I’ve always liked you.” Bob said, staring at the fireplace. He was contemplating getting up to add more wood to it. He didn’t want to give this up, having you cuddled against him.

“I think I’ve always liked you too. Liked you ever since we were little.” You said, thumb rubbing along the back of his hand.

Bob kissed the top of your head, then removed himself from you. He made his way to get a piece of wood to put in the fireplace, checking the wood stove in the process. He made his way back over to you, letting you rest your head on him again when he sat next to you.

“What’s gonna happen when I leave?” Bob asked. It was quiet, something you barely picked up.

“I didn’t leave you when we left for college, I’m not going to leave you when you go to flight school.”

“But it’s a lot farther away.”

You sat up, pulling your knees up and sitting on them. Bob watched you move quickly, facing him completely now. You grabbed both sides of his face, keeping him from looking away from you.

“Bob, what about ‘I’ve liked you since we were little’ do you not understand? I’m not going anywhere. I love you and I’ll be with you till the end.”

Bob scanned your face, taking in your features. Sincerity was all he could find. Your words were honest, full to the brim with truth. You had never lied to him before, why would you be lying now.

“You love me?” Bob asked.

“Yes, baby bird.” You pressed a kiss to him.

“I love you, too.” He whispered back.

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intoanotherworld23 · 10 months

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Taken For A Ride

Pairing: Reader x Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Warnings: NFSW 18+ ONLY DNI, this whole thing is smut and sex, sex in a car, sex in public, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swear words

Summary: Bob wants to give you a friendly reminder that your his, and his car is the perfect place

Hearts, reblogs, and comments are much encouraged! I would love to hear back from everyone on what they think of this! If you wish to be added to my Lewis tag list please let me know and I would be happy to add you don’t hesitate to ask! Thank you guys so much! Also shout out to @bradshawsbitch for the GIF cause oh lord I was panting like a bitch in heat🥵🥵

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"Shhh baby not too loud. Don't want anyone to hear us do you?" His question what rhetorical in fact he did want you to be loud so someone did hear what he was doing to you.

Legs on either side of Bobs hips your hands placed on the leather head rest behind him. Your dress bunched up around your waist panties pulled to the side as you rode Bobs cock. His hands on your hips holding onto you.

"Could spend my entire life inside of your little pussy." He growled into your ear making you whimper as he smirked against your skin loving the affect he had on you.

Bob loved the dress that you were wearing admiring how it fit around your body. So did other guys tonight, and it made him extremely jealous. That’s when he dragged you off to show you to who you belong to.

Plus Bob has always wanted to have sex in his car. The parking lot was basically dead so he took the opportunity while he had it. Everyone was inside getting drunk, and knew it was the perfect opportunity.

"I wish you could admire my view right now fucking stunning." He breathed out the last two words like he was almost struggling to say them.

His strong hands gripping your hips squeezing the flesh between his fingers. He would look up from your face to your connecting bodies watching as his cock was disappearing inside of you.

Your backside hitting the horn making it go off causing you two to laugh. Not even stopping your movements not really caring if anyone say you riding Bob.

Moving your hips up and down sliding along his cock as fast as you could. His hands guiding your hips up and down on him. Your walls squeezing around his cock making him groan. Bobs glasses fogging up so easily from the heat between you both.

"Such a good girl letting me fuck you in my car knowing anyone could see." He teased you a smirk appearing on his face making you giggle at his playful tone. "Naughty girl."

Both of you staring into each other's eyes making it a more intimate moment. He wanted to watch your face as you came undone on his cock. Your facial expressions alone turning him on.

The spaghetti strap of your dress sliding down your arm too lazy to pull it back up. If anything Bob pulled it down more along with the strap of your bra. His eyes becoming darker as he watched your breasts pop out.

"God you drive me wild Y/N." His voice strained almost like he was holding back.

His lips attached themselves so your nipple sucking on the nub while he was pounding his cock up into you intensifying the feeling. Your entire body shaking as you felt your skin burning with euphoria.

"Oh god Bob." You whined feeling your legs already getting tired and shaky from riding him.

Hearing you whine his name gave him the go to drive his hips up wildly into you. Your whole body was shaking and moving along with him. His cock fitting so snug inside you like it was made for you.

Your head reeled back in ecstasy hands clawing at the leather seats. Your arousal was coating his cock making it easier for him to slide in and out of you.

His lips left your nipple and moved up towards your neck kissing the flesh. Sucking on the skin making blood rise to the surface marking his territory. Bob was a sucker for marking what was his. He loved even more especially when you showed it off.

“You’re all mine sweetheart. Nobody else gets to see you like this.” Not that you were worried about anyone else or wanted anyone else.

His teeth nibbling on your neck making you gasp. The windows in the car were fogging up making it even harder for anyone to see you. Not that that would have stopped either of you. If anything it would have pushed Bob to keep going to everyone could physically see who you belonged to.

Your cheeks were starting to heat up, and you were feeling flushed. In this moment all you felt was Bob and no matter how many times you guys had sex you could never get used to the feeling of his cock.

His cock hit your sweet spot making you scream. Finding that spot he was relentless and continued to hit it over and over again. His hands gripped onto your hips so hard they would probably bruise.

"Oh god I love your cock Bob." You mewled closing your eyes. "Keep going right there."

"I wanna feel you cum all over my cock darlin." He snarled into your skin holding your body even closer to his trying to hit up into an angle that would have you seeing stars.

Your toes were curling and you could feel your pussy walls squeezing the life out of his cock as you released. A couple more thrusts and Bob was squirting his cum inside you. Your head leaned forward on his shoulder trying to catch your breath.

Bobs forehead was drenched in sweat and his arms were shaking still holding your trembling body. Both of you still trying to climb down from your intense high.

Pushing your head back you both looked at each other and just bursted out laughing. The mere fact you two just had hot sex in his car, and the fact someone could have caught you. Bob was always hot for you, and quite frankly didn't care if anyone caught you.

"From now on we are having sex in my car." Playfully smacking his arm as he attached his lips to yours.

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hederasgarden · 23 days

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💖 For made up fic title with any character you are inspired by: Catch a Fallen Star

Oooo this is giving me an idea for Sailor!Bob with Mermaid!reader. It is very much out of my wheelhouse.

Warnings for dark themes and mentions of drowning (not Bob). Thank you @wildbornsiren for looking this over!

Your sisters crowd around the unconscious man slumped over the wooden dinghy, chittering excitedly. The Navy uniform he wears is sodden and ripped. His skin is pale, his lips nearly blue from being in the cold water for so long.

He's the only survivor from the ship that broke apart on the rocky shores of the island last night. Well, there were others, but your sisters took care of them all too eagerly. If you say nothing, you know the man will meet the same watery fate. That thought fills you with dread.

He’s too beautiful to die.

Before another can take him you dart forward and bare your teeth. "He is mine," you hiss.

Your eldest sister smiles. "Go on, it's time," she encourages.

"Aww, her first," another adds with a laugh.

You don't linger to hear what the others say, pulling the man's limp body into the water and swimming away, grateful that the moonless sky hides your true destination. The man is heavier than he looks, and it takes more effort than you anticipate to drag him to the shallow waters.

Once there you carefully brush his wet hair from his face and remove his cracked glasses. You watch him for a long moment, transfixed until suddenly his long lashes flutter open to reveal eyes the color of seagrass. He blinks, looking lost and confused. Almost boyish.

Hesitantly, he reaches out to touch your cheek with trembling fingers. "Are you an angel?" He asks.

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Main Masterlist ♡ Top Gun Maverick Masterlist ♡ Robert 'Bob' Floyd Masterlist ♡ Til I See You Again Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Much longer than what I was intending. Hope you all like it.

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Summary: Bob never intended to fall in love with anyone, let alone Hangman's sister. He pushed his feelings aside not thinking she would like him back. Boy, was he wrong.

Robert 'Bob' Floyd's POV

I couldn't keep my eyes off of the new barmaid at The Hard Deck. She has to be training as she is following one of the more experienced women around.

"Hangman is going to be all over her once he sees her." Phoenix said as she looked to where I was looking.

"Yeah." Just her one sentence had me defeated. Him or one of the others will hit on her and she most likely will fall for one of their lines.

Just like the others.

"Maybe go ask for her number?" Rooster said as he took his seat across from me.

"No, she is working. I don't want to bother her." I heard him sigh and he shook his head slightly at me.

I learned long ago that it didn't matter if I ever went for the girl. Someone stronger, funnier or more handsome would come along and she would leave me. Best just to focus on my career.

Phoenix changed the topic, which I was thankful for, but not even ten minutes later, the rest of the guys walked through the door, Hangman coming in last, like usual.

He looked around and then his eyes landed on the bar and his usual smirk came across his face when he set his sight on the new woman, who had her back turned.

I drank as I watched him go up to the bar and saw his mouth move, but have no idea what he was saying.

The woman turned around and she just smiled at him as she filled his order. Hangman must of said something because she just rolled her eyes at him.

He turned around and he actually had a small smile on his face as he walked towards us.

"Damn Hangman, that didn't take long for you to get her number." Fritz said as he sat there stunned.

"Number? No, she is my sister." I started to choke on my drink and Payback patted my back asking if I was okay.

"Sister? She doesn't look anything like you." Rooster said.

"Thank God for that." I heard Fanboy mutter.

"Half-sister. Different Dads but grew up together." Phoenix nudged my side and ignored her.

No use trying anything. Not when Fanboy was already making is way over to the bar to go and ask for her number.

"You gonna stop that?" Rooster asked Hangman.

"He isn't her type. YN will turn him down nicely."

YN? So that is her name.

From my seat I could see everything. I saw Fanboy speak and she spoke back. He reached across the bar for her hand that was on the bar and ran his fingers over her knuckles.

She looked down and moved her hands so they were behind the bar and out of his reach. YN then said something and turned away from him.

Fanboy sat there for a few moments and then turned around and I could see the confused look on his face.

"She turned him down?" Hangman said, knowingly, not even bothering to turn around to see for himself.

"Yeah, just like you called it." Payback said.

"Told ya. I know my Sister."

For the rest of the night, I watched as man after man went up to her and tried to get with her, but YN didn't falter. She kept turning them down.

"Go on Bob." Phoenix said to me, trying once again for me to go and ask YN for her number.

"If she turned down every other guy, what makes you think I am her type?" I didn't wait for the answer. I got up and went to the back of the bar to go join the short line for the washroom.

YN's POV:

I saw the man with the glasses stand up and head to where the washrooms are. I noticed him the moment I started my shift.

He looked sweet and kind. He sat amongst his peers, listening to them mostly but chiming in here and there.

When my Brother came in, I saw him head to the table where the man was and sat down. I couldn't hear the conversation but then that one guy stood up and had the gaul to ask me out.

I turned him down but then that seemed to open up a can of worms. They just kept coming but never the quiet man.

When he got up finally I was hoping he would come and talk to me, but I saw him look at me out of the corner of his eye as he walked past me.

I didn't want to show how disappointed I was, so I grabbed a rag and started to wipe down the counter top, hoping that the one person in this whole place who knows me, wouldn't see me act any differently.

"Don't even think about it." Jake said, completely startling me.

"I have no idea what you are even talking about."

"You can fool anyone else in this place but not me." My brother gave me a look then continued to talk.

"Stay away from him. It would be good for you to find someone who I don't have to work with."

"He hasn't said anything to me all night. He may not be interested." I said to him to try and ease his mind.

He is used to scaring guys away from me but after a huge fight we had when I moved out here, I told him to mind his own business and to let me figure out shit on my own.

But that didn't stop him. He always found a way to fuck up my dates. Sometimes he would send one of buddies around to scare the guy or he would show up himself.

"Just stay away from him."

It has been a few days since the first night I saw the man in the glasses and I still don't know his name.

I didn't dare to ask Jake because he would probably tell me to fuck off. So I just had to wait and just as my luck would have it, the same woman who was sitting next to him walked into the bar.

I let her get settled and I took her order. "Is it just you today Ma'am?"

"Call me Phoenix and no, my friend Bob will be joining me." Please let it be him.

A few minutes later, the door opened up and in walked the man!

Just like I did for her, I waited a few moments and went to take his order.

"And what can I get you?" He turned to look at me and his mouth fell open and no words came out. He quickly shut his mouth and looked away.

"Bob." Phoenix emphasised his name. "Will have what I am having."

"Coming right up." I turned and got their order placed and ready. They didn't drink as much as the others, so I didn't have to go to their table all that often.

But when I went to get their bill ready, I noticed that Phoenix was getting up to leave. "Bob will be paying this time YN. Gotta get going." She winked at me and she was gone.

This was my chance. I wrote my number on the bill and hoped he would do something with it.

"Here you go Bob. Just pay when you are ready to leave." I placed the bill face down onto the table as he said a small thank you.

I went to tend to another man who just walked in.

I turned back to look at Bob and he was gone. Money in the holder, but the bottom of the bill, where I wrote my number, was ripped off.

Robert 'Bob' Floyd' POV:

I looked down at the bill and to my complete and utter suprise, she wrote her phone number down.

I contemplated what I should do next. Is this a joke or she may actually like me? Only one way to find out.

I ripped her number off and placed the money in the tray. I left before I could make a fool of myself.

The small piece of paper felt heavy in my shirt pocket.

I made excuse after excuse to myself to not call her. I kept finding things I had to do or training to do.

But tonight we were all going to The Hard Deck. I tried to get out of going, but they just weren't having it, so I was practically dragged to the bar.

YN greeted us individually as she has got to know us. "Bob." She said with a forced smile and then turned to talk to her coworker.

Phoenix was looking between the two of us, her one eyebrow raised, silently asking me what the hell is that about.

I didn't say anything as I didn't want to get yelled at by her, so I got a glass of beer and sipped on it.

About forty minutes into us being there, I saw YN walk past us and head out the front door.

I stood up, not even realising what the hell I was doing and went outside. Calling back that I needed some fresh air.

I looked around to see where she could of gotten too.

"You have some nerve to follow me." I looked to my left and saw YN leaning against what I assume is her car.

"I know but,"

"No buts. I gave you my number and you didn't call. Here I thought I did something wrong but you're just like the other guys. Did my Brother get to you?"

"What? No!"

"Then why didn't you call Bob? I know you like me. Fuck, I can see how you look at me when you think I am not looking." She took a few steps towards me.

"I am not used to women liking me okay. I thought it was just some joke, but then I knew you wouldn't do that. Not from the stories I heard from Hangman. Then I just got scared that I put it off for too long."

Silence.

She didn't say anything and I knew I blew my chance with her. I sighed and went to go back inside, but then she placed a hand on my chest. I looked down at her hand and then at her face.

"Let me make it up to you. If you want, I can." My voice got quieter as her face got closer to mine.

Then she gently pressed her lips against mine and I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against my body.

I felt her hands moving up my chest and are now in my hair.

Our moment was broken when the sound of two people whistling at us made YN and I break apart.

The two of us breathing heavy. "Want to get out of here? My shift ended." I looked back at the bar and then back at her hopeful face.

"I want to take you out on a date before we do anything." I said to her. I didn't want to rush into anything with her.

"Then let's have our first date. I know a great taco truck near by." She said.

"Sounds good to me." She smiled at me and grabbed my hand and the two of us walked to her car to have our first date.

YN and I have been seeing eachother for a few months now. I haven't told anyone and she hasn't either.

But Phoenix knew. The day after mine and YN's first date, Phoenix cornered me and asked me where I ran off too.

At first I tried to say I went home. Then when that didn't work, I said I want for a walk.

"I know you're lying Bob. No one else saw you leave after YN but I did. She was gone and so were you."

I finally broke down and told her. I then told her that YN and I were going on another date, but keeping it on the down low.

"Just don't wait too long to tell everyone." Was all she told me.

But one month, quickly turned into seven months and I we still haven't told anyone else.

We are enjoying the fact that it is just us. I know her brother would probably kill me or hurt me. So that is why we have not said anything.

He would alway be around us or have someone near the two of us at all times and if that happened, so much of what has happened between YN and I wouldn't have happened.

Take when we first said I love you to one another. We were making out in the back of her car on her break during the second month of us dating.

YN hands were on my belt and I couldn't help the moan that left my mouth. "Come on Bobby. I need you." YN said against my lips.

I looked around and nodded my head in approval.

I cried out her name as she rode me. My heart beating wildly in my chest as the two of us got closer and closer to the edge.

I came, moaning her name, my head flung back against her seat as she came. "I love you."

Her eyed opened up and she looked at me. I sat there stunned, not believing I actually said that.

"I love you too Bobby."

With the help of Phoenix, I was able to get away for a few hours. Tomorrow we leave for a mission and I have no idea when I will be back.

Or if I will make it back.

I spent the evening with YN at her place. She made a nice meal and was just kind of quiet.

I offered to do the dishes and she squished that idea. "I can do them tomorrow." But after I went to the washroom, I found her in the kitchen once more, cleaning the dishes.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against my chest, kissing the top of her head.

"Tell me what is wrong YN?"

"Nothing Robert." Oh, not Bobby. She is upset about something.

"Come on tell me YN." She sighed.

"Just scared, nervous about your mission." She said to me quietly as I turned her around to face me.

"I am too, but I am not trying to think about it. Tonight is all about you and me Gorgeous."

"I know Bobby, but." I kissed her. Not wanting her to fret another second about something that is out of our control.

"Come on baby. Let me give you a night to remember."

YN'S POV:

I woke up to an empty bed, but there was a note on the pillow.

"I am sorry I had to leave without giving you one last kiss until I see you again baby. I love you and I will be thinking about you constantly."

Not the first note Bobby has left me but probably the most romantic.

I laid in bed, not bothering to actually get up and do anything, but then my phone went off.

It was my period tracking calendar and it was saying my period is due soon and that got me thinking that I haven't used this app in a long while.

I looked at when I had my last period and I felt myself get almost sick when I saw that it has almost been three months.

That got my ass moving. I had a quick shower and got ready to head to the store to buy as many pregnancy tests I could get my hands on.

I grabbed three different tests and got back to my place within twenty minutes. I read each box to make sure I do it right.

I sat on the edge of my tub, my leg shaking as I waited for my phone timer to go off. When I did, I practically jumped out of my own skin.

I took a deep breath and looked at each test. Two said positive and one said negative. I cried out in frustration as I realised I would have to see a Doctor or go to a walk-in clinic.

I called my Doctor and I couldn't see them for a few days, which was fine with me. I just kept myself busy.

Well as busy as a woman could be. My Boyfriend was off, risking his life and I have no idea if I am pregnant or just had a false positive.

But then it was time for my appointment and she confirmed what I knew all along.

"Pregnant."

And I have no one to share this news with, not until Bobby comes back and who knows when that will be.

I was at work and thankfully it was a slow day. I did not have it in me to deal with too many people today.

But then the door opened and I heard what sounded like a bunch of people. I sighed and turned around to greet them with a fake smile on my face.

But all I could see was my Boyfriend's smiling face at me. At that moment, I completely forgot that no one besides Phoenix knew about us, I walked around the bar and towards him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss me. The shocked noises his friends made would of been comical if not for the fact that I finally had him with me again.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I heard my Brother before I saw him. I pulled my lips away from Bobby, but didn't dare step back.

Their friends stepped aside to let Jake stand before us.

"Jake, Bobby and I have been seeing eachother." I heard Bobby gulp but I wasn't backing down from this.

"For how long?"

"About seven and half months." I said.

Fanboy and Payback actually covered their mouths to hide their shocked faces.

"I told you to stay away from him. From all of them." Jake said as he took a step towards me, but Bobby actually stepped between us.

"This isn't the time or place Hangman. Got any issues, we can deal with it later. Tonight is about us coming back from a successful mission."

Jake looked like he wanted to argue, but he knew Bobby was right. "This isn't over." Was all he said before he went to go and sit down at their table.

I tapped Bobby's shoulder and he turned around, smiling at me. "I have to something to tell you Bobby." I said to him quietly.

"And what is that Gorgeous?" The others have left us at this point, but the guys still seemed to be in shock about Bobby and I being together.

I took his hands and placed them on my stomach. At first he seemed to confused but it didn't take him long to figure it out.

"YN?"

"Yes Bobby." Was all the answer he needed before his face broke out into a big smile. He turned around and shouted. "I'M GOING TO BE A DAD."

"What?!"

Shit, I forgot about Jake, who looked ready to kill not only Bobby but I as well.

"You better run Floyd."

Part 2

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darth-vaders-bitch · 2 years

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Just a little PSA for all my top gun fic writers.

Soldiers are army.

Sailors are navy.

Going from lieutenant straight to a captain is the army officer ranking system.

In the navy you have two more ranks between lieutenant and captain. That’s another 6-10 years of service.

Please do with this as you will.

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callsign-rockstar · 2 years

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Rulebreaker - R. Floyd x fem reader

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An ex-aviator has very strict rules with herself about dating pilots. She was still working with them though, and between her job as a flight analyst and strategist as well as being a waitress at the Hard Deck on weekends, she sees a lot of them. One night, however, a specific pilot draws her attention and she is on the brink of breaking the rules for him ;)

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pairing: robert 'bob' floyd x fem!ex-aviator

word count: 2.4k

warnings: none really, maybe mentions of past cheating (not bob) and mentions of alcohol.

requested by: @cfvgbhndun

a/n: hey guys! this was another request (I love ur requests seriously) and im so excited to say that I loved writing it so much that this will be split into 3 parts (I think, I just dont wanna make one post super duper long and I really wanna expand upon this one). anyway, I really hope y'all enjoy this hehe

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The bar was quiet and alone. Lunchtime had just passed and the Hard Deck always closed for a couple hours before opening at 5:30 sharp for the night. Penny was out with Amelia trying to fix something or another on their boat, and y/n found herself humming her favorite song while wiping down tables and putting chairs in their place. Penny had profusely apologized for having to leave her alone for an hour, but the truth was that Y/n loved both Penny and Amelia as her own family, so she really didn’t mind.

After serving 12 years in the navy, she had decided to go into the inactive reserve. She worked at the Top Gun offices as a flight analyst and strategist during the week, as she still adored everything about strategizing in the most efficient ways possible. Weekends, she went to the Hard Deck to work the nights after visiting Top Gun and dropping off treats for everyone in the morning. There was no real reason she needed to be there in the mornings, but she just really loved her co-workers and all the people at Top Gun, so it was something that all of them looked forward to on Saturday mornings.

Her earbuds were in and she danced around the bar, strands of her hair falling out from the low bun she had gathered it into so she could get things done without it in her face. She went into the kitchen, making sure everything was in order for when the cooks came in. It wasn’t necessarily her responsibility, but she always liked to help out the people and places she really cared about.

A tap tap at the glass paned door that led to the terrace prompted her to open it for Penny. Whenever she was alone in the bar, Penny adamantly urged her to keep the doors locked so she would feel safe being in there alone. It was a precaution that both of them agreed on, but the security personnel also happened to be amazingly comforting to her, so she never exactly felt unsafe anyway.

Because she was a flight analyst, she had been working with Vice Admiral Simpson the past few weeks to come up with ways to fly a mission that she had been told was highly classified. Because of that, she didn’t really know what was up with it, and she didn’t know that a few familiar faces would be turning up later that evening.

“Hey Penny! How’s the boat?” Y/n asked.

“We were able to get it up and running with a little help from the mechanics,” replied Penny, walking into the Hard Deck and taking off her sunglasses with one hand. The other was letting down her hair which had been in a ponytail, considering the heat of the day. The way the bar seemed alive even with only three people in it never ceased to amaze Y/n, it seemed magical, and that’s why she kept coming back to California, specifically here. It all seemed laced with magic, a normal naval town with a little bit of glitter dusted around every corner.

“Need help with that?” asked Y/n, seeing Amelia sitting down at a table with a physics textbook.

“Yes, actually. We have a test next week and this stuff is just going in one ear and out the other,” replied Amelia with a smile.

“Penny, I finished cleaning the floors and dusting the stuff on the walls. Also, I pulled out the stepladder to do a bit of dusting for the things on the ceiling and pushed in all the chairs. Aaand I went into the kitchen to make sure everything was in order for when the kitchen staff came in,” said Y/n, making sure Penny heard the things she’d done so she had a justifiable excuse to help Amelia for a while.

“You know I only asked you to sweep and make sure the chairs were tucked in, right?” Penny asked with a smile.

“I know, I know. Just couldn’t help myself,” replied Y/n.

“You, Y/n y/l/n, are an angel,” said Penny, giving Y/n a hug before going back to her bar and leaving Amelia with her.

“So you have a test on aerodynamics next week?,” asked Y/n, glancing at the open textbook that sat in front of the girl. Amelia nodded, a little worried.

“You came to the perfect person for help! This will be a piece of cake once you see it like this…” began Y/n.

After about 45 minutes, Amelia understood. She still needed some practice, but she was doing much better than the day before when she could barely understand the words coming out of her teacher’s mouth.

“Thank you, Y/n. You don’t know how much that helped!” said Amelia, throwing her arms around Y/n’s neck.

“Any time, honey!” said Y/n with a laugh. There was only about half an hour left until opening time, so Amelia needed to be taken to her friends house.

“I’ll drive her, Penny,” said Y/n, seeing how the other employees were coming back and Penny clearly had a lot on her plate to organize.

“Thank you,” Penny mouthed to Y/n, after giving a goodbye hug and a kiss to her daughter.

“Come on, Ames,” said Y/n, opening the front door of the Hard Deck.

Hopping into Y/n’s car, Amelia practically begged to put the top down.

“Please, Y/n/n! It’s the weekend! And it’s so fun when the top is down,” said the girl.

“Can’t say no, top down it is!” exclaimed Y/n with a smile.

The might not have physically looked like sisters, but they sure acted like them. They were singing in sync, smiling as the sun was setting and the wind was blowing in their hair. It was scene pulled straight out of a movie and neither of them could have asked for a better 15 minutes.

Somewhere not too far away in a small apartment, Robert Floyd was getting ready to head to the Hard Deck. He had just gotten out of the shower, wiping off the fogged up mirror in his bathroom while securing a white towel around his waist. He grabbed his glasses and put them on, finding his attempts to push them higher up the bridge of his nose unsuccessful because his face was still damp and the bathroom was very humid. He opened the door that connected the bathroom to the bedroom to try and get the steam out of the bathroom, even opening the window above the shower to get some air flow. A thin layer of sweat was beginning to form on his body, making him feel slightly frustrated because he had to be out the door in 20 minutes max if he wanted to make a good impression on his flight mates and be there early.

After pulling on his khaki uniform and fixing his name tag, he combed his hair to perfection and gelled it back so it would stay in place all night. He sprayed on his cologne and brushed his teeth, making sure to look as put together as possible for tonight.

Y/n pulled into the side parking lot where all the employee spots were, backing her car into one of them. She opened the door that led into the kitchen and made her way into the Hard Deck.

“Evening, everyone!” She exclaimed, waving and all the cooks.

She was in a little bit of a hurry because Penny probably needed an extra pair of hands to get everything in order.

“How was the car ride?” Penny asked.

“It was great, Amelia is seriously the best,” laughed Y/n.

“You need any help?” she asked.

“Um, I would love for you to help me by just relaxing for a sec. You’ve been helping out all afternoon and it’s gonna be busy tonight, so I’d rather have you rest for a couple minutes and just relax before the show begins,” Penny said, patting her on the back and sitting her down at the bar.

Y/n knew there was no point in arguing, so she sat down and said hi to everyone who passed by.

The bar began to fill up with people, familiar faces greeted the staff and new ones walked in with looks of fascination. The Hard Deck always had that effect on people, one of wonder and a certain belief in its magic.

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell was definitely not one of the people Y/n expected to see. They had seen each other over the years at naval events and had worked on some projects together, but she certainly didn’t think he’d be back here. Especially not after that one time he came to teach her Top Gun class and was fired, like, the next day.

“Captain Mitchell! Long time no see! What brings you down here?” she asked him.

“Very nice to see you, y/cs! I’m down here because I really messed up this time. You’ll find out soon enough,” replied Pete with a long sigh and a tired but sincere smile.

She was far too busy to continue talking to him, taking orders from her designated area of the bar, so she waved at him and went back to work. She and the rest of the servers had a good system going in which a group of two or three servers each took on a different sector of the bar. It worked out great for them because it wasn’t as overwhelming as having to walk around the entire place taking orders.

All her questions about Pete’s strange comment were answered when she saw a guy in a khaki uniform walk into the Hard Deck. She couldn’t help but follow him with her eyes. He was very handsome and she couldn’t deny it: that neat hair was begging to be messed with and those gold frame glasses just needed to get lost in a pile of clothes beside a bed. Preferably hers.

She hadn’t really registered he was a pilot until she snapped out of her daydream and noticed her bottom lip was between her teeth. She had a strict rule against getting with aviators, ever. After years of dealing with them and their douchebag attitudes, she’d learned to not make that mistake again.

Her first serious boyfriend was a boy she met in the naval academy. She was actually in love with him, but he shattered her heart for the first time by completely ghosting her after months of dating. Then, another pilot had cheated on her, and so on. Pilots loved the thrills in life and thought they were the smartest people on earth, but none of them knew how to handle something as fragile as a heart. She thought it was ironic and even a little funny, because they were able to flawlessly fly those jets, operate such majestic beasts with scary precision and yet they didn’t know what to do with a person who’d placed their soul in their hands. But she was over them and knew she couldn’t make that mistake again.

As the evening progressed, she continued to see other aviators pour in through the doors of the Hard Deck. None had pulled her eyes the way that the very first one did, and even though she kept minding her own business, she honestly couldn’t get him out of her head.

All the sudden, she heard Penny’s voice call out for her.

“Y/n, will you help me out here? I need to go check something in the kitchen and I can’t leave the bar here alone,” she explained.

“Of course I will! Take your time,” she answered.

Slipping in behind the bar, she pressed down her black skirt flush against her thighs, sighing and taking the orders of people around her. One man who frequented the bar and was very nice asked for his regular, asking Y/n how she was doing.

Then, a not so familiar face popped up behind her. He waited patiently to be served, and Y/n turned around to meet the gaze of the aviator she’d had her eyes on ever since he walked in. She practically sank into his deep blue eyes, trying not to seem like she was falling deeply into them. The smell of a fresh but not overpowering cologne spilled over the bar and pulled her senses into him even more. She was already drowning in him and he hadn’t even said a word.

“Hi! Can I have a… a beer please?” he asked. She could tell he was nervous, and obviously he wasn’t very good at hiding it, hands fidgeting and looking for something to occupy themselves with.

“Of course,” replied Y/n. She could see he was about to set his phone down on the bar. She debated whether she should warn him and decided she should so as to save him an embarrassing first impression on the rest of the pilots. But mainly, it was because she really did like him and she really didn’t want to see his pretty face riddled with shame.

“Careful! Penny wouldn’t let that slide and I certainly will not either,” she said, pointing at the wooden sign.

“Oh, thanks! That would have been terribly embarrassing,” he said with the most gorgeous smile Y/n had seen. It was taking her every muscle to hold back, she wanted so badly to kiss him right then and there. But the battle scars she had from boys like him, who started out sweet and then turned bitter were already one too many. So she turned around and poured a beer from the tap before she had time to change her mind.

“Here’s your beer, lieutenant,” she said, returning the smile and noticing a pink color rising on the man’s cheeks. Pulling rank on these pilots that were all at least a little bit full of themselves always worked, even if they were barely just lieutenants still.

A quick thank you and he was gone. Penny was back and Y/n decided she needed a second outside, alone. She noticed the stark contrast between the noisy inside and the quiet outdoors. She could hear the muffled sound of people talking, the laughter and the music. She didn’t, however, notice a certain aviator’s eyes following her as she walked outside. If anything, this was just a fun way to pass the time while the aviators were in town. But nothing more… or that’s what she hoped, anyway. She couldn’t make any promises about not breaking the rules for this pilot.

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moonstarrr · 2 years

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I’ve been waiting for you-

Robert “Bob” Floyd x Wife! Reader

Description: Once he gets home the house would finally feel like a home again

Warnings: None just pure fluff :)

Whenever Bob had to go away you both always made sure that you guys spent time together the night before he had to leave especially with your 7 month old son. Bob loved spending time with you and your guys son and it always hurt that he had to leave that cute face behind sometimes especially when it was for a few weeks. He of course always called you on video call too see your guys little man and talk too you about what’s going on with him at base.

However, this mission that he was on had him away for 5 weeks,well that was what you thought from what he told you. You were home cleaning up your sons toys while he was taking a nap and you heard the garage door open, you weren’t expecting anyone neither did you call anyone too come over so you got confused and kind of scared. You went to go look but as soon as you did the door leading into the house opened and you see your husband smiling at you with flowers in his hands.

“Hey sweetheart”he said with pure joy, it didn’t take long for you too be embraced in his arms and him kissing your head and rubbing your back you pulled away from his chest for a quick second and went too kiss his lips and caress his cheeks. “I thought you had a week left”you said with a hint of question in your voice he sighed and smiled “They let us go early so that’s why I’m back” just as he was about too give you another kiss he heard some cooing and baby noises and his face lit up, and with that he was on his way to his sons room with you following closet behind. “There’s my little man, oh my god don’t tell me you’ve grown so more you’re growing up too fast, love”.

Bob picked him up and gave his face so many kisses while you leaned on bobs shoulder making funny faces at your son because that always makes him laugh and Bob joined in as well once he saw what you were doing. You guys soon started your way to the kitchen figuring that your son was probably hungry so you started cutting up small pieces of bananas and strawberries and tiny pieces of bread and put that on his plate while your husband was playing with him so he doesn’t get fussy. You took a moment to watch your husband and your son together and sometimes it does bring tears too your eyes because you love their relationship and they are two of your favorite boys and you couldn’t ask for anything more in your family.

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erebuscanread · 2 years

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Day in the life: Robert “Bob” Floyd HC

(Not my gif)

Pairing(s): Robert “Bob” Floyd/AFAB!Reader

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Suggestive language, mention of #bobfucks, fluff, domestic cuteness

Word Count: 850

Hello Hoomans! (This is where you respond with “Hello Head Lizard Librarian!”) Anyway it’s another day which means my trapped hooman gets to be enriched by posting a headcanon of theirs. Per the previous post please be kind as my hooman has just recently started writing and sharing their works again.

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Bob is a morning person. He gets up before the sun and goes for a run every morning. It’s due to being in the Navy for so long and having a routine down. Bob feels like his morning doesn’t start unless he gets in some form of cardio. ;) You’re always a willing participant in his alternative cardio choices.

After his run, Bob showers and then peeks into your shared bedroom to see if you’ve stirred any. If you are starting to wake he’ll typically join you for a quick cuddle before continuing to get ready for his day.

Part of your morning routine is sharing breakfast and either coffee or tea. If you’re still sleeping when he comes back from his run he’ll start breakfast and wake you up with your favorite morning beverage. If you’re awake, the pair of you work in tandem in the kitchen. It often feels like a professional dance piece, the way you two glide around each other. Bob enjoys being playful with you and will often grab your hand and twirl you if you pass by him. He also likes to bump his hip into yours just to hear you giggle. He is not above stealing as many smooches as he can without burning breakfast.

After breakfast Bob heads out the door for work.

During the work day you and Bob keep in touch via texting and Snapchat.

Bob enjoys sending you quick shots of what he's doing throughout his day. (He obviously doesn't take photos of top secret stuff, he's a good boy.) He also ropes Phoenix into taking photos of him to send you to. Phoenix always rolls her eyes but there's no malice in it. She's happy Bob has someone like you.

In return you send him photos of your day, your screen/desk at work, or your lounging around the house outfit.

Sometimes the texting gets spicy, you send a photo to Bob only wearing an old loose shirt of yours. The shirt would be scandalous in public but in the comfort of your own home and for the eyes of your partner, it's perfect. He'll counter your message with a photo of himself at the base's gym working out. He wears a shirt while working out but you can definitely see his defined muscles flexed in the photo. It adds to the tension of waiting for the day to be over so you two can be together again.

Bob loves emojis, any reason he can send you a mile long text of those cute little kissy faces he will do it.

After a good day at work you both usually have dinner together, catch up on your favorite shows and often end the night tangled up in bed.

Bob is always sweet, considerate and kind, but when you have a particularly bad day at work he pulls out all the stops.

On his way home he picks up food from your favorite take out place. He also swings by and snags a bundle of your favorite flowers.

He tries to get you flowers almost every week or every other week when he's not out on a mission. It's a sweet little routine that never fails to make your cheeks warm and your heart feel full.

Once home, he typically arrives after you. He's become a pro at reading your body language and can see how tense you are sitting on the couch.

He sets his stuff down by the door and gently greets you. He gives you a forehead kiss and gives you a shoulder squeeze. His smile is empathetic when he asks "rough day?" You feel blessed to have an emotionally mature man like Bob.

After eating together on the couch and watching whatever you're currently binge watching Bob sets up a soothing bath/shower for you. He'd light your favorite candle, put your favorite book on the bath caddy as well as sneak in your favorite sweet treat.

If you wanted Bob to keep you company, he absolutely would but he also completely respects your boundaries and your need for alone time if that's something you express.

If Bob hangs out with you he'd tell you about his day and talk about trivial things to help you get your mind off of things. He'd talk about the pissing match Roster and Hangman had at work again. Bob tells you that he's thinking about hanging a chalkboard in the locker room to keep track of "pissing competition free days," like the dog memes.

After you're done in the bathroom he'll help you dry off and help you with your night skin care routine if you'd like.

He'd also offer you a massage if it would help you relax even more. He doesn't intend to do anything nefarious to you during the massage. But we all know that Bob's a pussy eating champ and would love to get a taste of you. It's just a bonus if an orgasm or three helps you to unwind.

You and him would be a tangle of limbs on your bed. Whispering sweet nothings to you and coaxing you to sleep.

Every night and every morning Bob thanks his lucky stars for you. He'd walk the ends of the world for you. He plans to cherish you for the rest of your days.

Thank you so much for reading! I sincerely hope you enjoyed this! I’d love to hear your thoughts. xo, B

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gennyanydots · 1 year

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Robert 'Bob' Floyd Masterlist

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x F!Reader

One-Shots/Drabbles

I just missed you is all... - The uranium mission was rough, and Bob is just trying to hang on.

Here in Your Arms - Written for the “Love is in the Air TGM playlist challenge” High school!au Bobby has been your best friend since you were born but you knew there would come a day when you would grow apart.

Connected One-Shots/Two-Shots

Beachfront bets - If Bob can get your number, he gets $100 but if he doesn’t then his pride gets a little hurt but he’s not out anything so it’s all good

Beachfront bets part 2 - Jake still doesn’t believe Bob could land a date with the hottest girl on the beach.

Spitfire universe masterlist - Connected stories between the Dagger Squad members and their significant others.

Learning to be sassy - Bob is the nicest man you’ve ever met. Going on a date with him will be normal right? Not with Mrs. Spitfire Seresin and the Dagger squad hanging around. Spitfire Universe

But Jake! - You offer to babysit Jake’s baby. Obviously, Bob has to come help. You’re pretty sure your ovaries are going to burst seeing Bob with a baby. Spitfire Universe

One Year Old Wingman - Christmas is your favorite time of year. It’s about to be even better. Spitfire Universe

Oh how the turntables - Bob’s bachelor party had to be shut down by your best friend last night. Since your best friend is with you there’s nobody to shut your bachelorette party down so you guys can be as crazy as you want, right? (Sequel to Forced to go to the strip club) Spitfire Universe

Series

Loves the death of peace of mind - Bob has always been a worrier. Always. You would think he would always think things through and make the best decisions, right? You would be mistaken. It was one night and now he has two new things to constantly worry about. Biker!au Connected to Biker!au Bradley fic: But this is love I just can’t live without and biker!au Jake fic: Take me with you

*Do not copy, repost, or translate my writing even with credit.

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* I write from my own perspective as a cis female so any ‘x reader’ will most likely have she/her pronouns unless stated otherwise.

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Would bobby hold onto your tits while fucking you? #strictlyscandalous

Yes I wholeheartedly believe so. And the evidence I have to back my statement is this blurb from the first round of Strictly Scandalous.

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut ahead.

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If Robert Floyd could choose his own demise, he’d choose to die between your beautiful breasts. He’d die a happy and content man if his way out of here could be at the mercy of your voluptuous breasts. His face suffocating between them as you ride him, slowly but surely succumbing to the black hole that oxygen deprivation brings.

Bob Floyd was convinced if that were to be how he met his untimely demise—he’d be more than content. He just loved your tits so goddamn much.

“Fuck, baby—feels to good!” It’s the middle of the night, the only light shining through the living room is that from the TV, an episode of Lost on pause because you and Bob decided that you needed each other right this second. “Just like that baby, god—don’t stop.” Bobs ascended, he’s sure of it, how the hell he has such a pretty woman sitting on his cock, riding his length up and down to the hilt he has no idea. He still isn’t sure how he landed you—but whatever he did, he’s thankful for it.

“You like that? Do you, princess?” Bob’s smirking up at you as you card your fingers through his longer than usual hair. He’d grown it out recently, still in regulation but oh was he walking a thin line.

“So much, so so much Bob—“ It’s all the confirmation Bobs needs to keep the assault he’s started up, sucking harshly against your sensitive buds before gently taking your hardened nipple between his teeth—reveling in the sounds you make when he pulls back. “Ahh! Oh fuck!”

“Love your tits baby—“ Bob mules against the warmth of your skin. His cock twitching as he’s buried deep inside you. “So much, I could do this all day every day.”

“You really got a thing for my tits don’t you Lieutenant.” Stifling a laugh as you moved your hips in a slow, agonising rhythm to build the tension, Bob took one of your boobs in one hand and sucked on the other, switching up whenever he needed a breath.

“Oh baby you have no idea how obsessed with them I truly am.”

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Strictly Scandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd.

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mothdruid · 1 year

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What We Express

pairing: robert ‘bob’ floyd x afab!reader

summary: Professor Floyd has plagued your mind all semester. You have thought about him endlessly. So, when a project presents the perfect opportunity to talk to him, you do. Only then do you find out he feels a similar way about you.

wc: 4.4k

warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, fluff at the end, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, hand job, pet names (good girl, sweetie), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, power imbalance, student/teacher relationship, bob fucks

a/n: POETRY PROFESSOR FLOYD!!!!!! HERE WE GO BABY

It was truly unbearable. Sitting in class listening to your professor talk about poetry. Specifically, romanticism poetry. The way his checker pattern suit pants hugged his ass had you unsettled. Readjusting in your seat every so often, feeling yourself become wetter and wetter. Every time his tongue flicked over his bottom lip you wondered what it would feel like flicking against you. Not even to mention how hot and bothered it made you when he rolled his sleeves up, adjusting his glasses immediately after.

This wasn’t the first day of class, not even the second week. You were over half way through the semester. Half a semester of getting hot and bothered every time you had poetry class. Poetry of all things. You knew it had an impact on people, but you never knew it would want to make you fuck your professor. Honestly, it was just your professor. He could have been teaching mathematics for all you cared and it would be hot.

“Poetry is meant to evoke that which can’t be fully expressed. As you all know, but what about poetry that can evoke what we can express?” His voice flowed through the air. A small smile was on his lips, his eyes flicking to yours. You watched as his tongue ran over his bottom lip again, breaking eye contact with you afterwards. “Would anyone like to give me an example?”

There was a little bit of rustling, but nonetheless no one answered. Professor Floyd clasped his hands together lightly, rubbing them together. Reciting poetry about love was not the first thing on your mind. Thoughts of what his hands would feel like running over your sides, up your thighs until his fing-

“No? Alright, I will.”

“Darlin’

Kiss me like you need

Because my lips want to know

All the places

You have been hurt

So they can make all the pain

Drift away.”

Silence settled in the class, you shifting. You felt hot, correcting your posture and sitting back in your seat. Your thoughts ran rampant. Hearing words like that as Professor Floyd caressed your body. Him wanting to take away all of the pain your body had caused you through the years. A part of you wonders if Professor Floyd even thought about you like that, or if he could.

It wasn’t that your actual body had caused you pain, more like the people around you had. Your mother had always pestered you about watching what you ate. Boys teased you in grade school, hell they even used you as butts of their dating jokes. But this was college and it was different. People looked at you, expressed actual interest in you and your body. What’s to say that Professor Floyd would be any different? You raised your hand.

“Got something for us?” He smiled at you, gesturing to you with a hand.

“Yes, Professor.”

“And if the moon could talk

I wonder if he would tell the night

Just how lovely she is

With all those stars shining bright.”

His smile was bright, eyes almost twinkling as he watched you recite the lines.

“Beautiful. Love is an easier emotion to convey. It’s the one most people think of when they think of poetry. Thank you.” Professor Floyd looked at the rest of the class, bottom lip caught between his teeth. You wish you knew what he was thinking? What thoughts swirled behind those chrysalises he called eyes. “Now love, as we all know can cause.. ehem.. certain types of intimacy. So, your next poem is to be focused on a type of intimacy generated by love.” Rustling of people's books and bags had started, making you check the time. Time was up, class was over. “Now if anyone has questions, don’t hesitate to approach me about them.”

Other students filtered out of the class, some approaching him with questions. You slotted your books and notebook into your bag, taking your time. You wanted to talk to him, but there was something boiling in your throat telling you otherwise. The idea of rejection from your favorite professor wasn’t very comforting. After grabbing your water bottle and phone, you smoothed your skirt, then went up to his desk. Only a few students stood between you and him. You stared out the window near his desk, not paying any attention when the others left.

“See you, Professor F!” That pulled you out of your stare, looking back to see only Professor Floyd now. His smile was warm and welcoming, his eyes soft as he adjusted his glasses while looking at you.

“I uh..”

“Did you need to speak to me about the project?” Uncertainty bubbled in you, knowing that you didn’t actually need to speak to him. Just wanting to talk to him.

It wasn’t that you only lusted after your professor, you yearned for him. You wanted to know everything about him. What his favorite color was, his favorite movie, hell, even his favorite meal. You wanted everything about him. His slightly awkward yet confident demeanor had always left you reeling, wondering if he was that way outside of class too.

“Yes, the intimacy poem. I think I might need some clarification.” A heat burned in you, shock that you even asked something so embarrassing. But you watched as a rosy color filled his cheeks, dusting them so evenly.

“Oh, yes of course. I… would you mind if we discussed it in my office?”

Professor Floyd watched as you nodded, giving you a similar nod back. He started gathering his items. Slinging his coat over one shoulder and gathering his books with his other hand. He gestured towards the door of the classroom, to which you followed him. He led you down the hallway to his office. A silence had settled between the two of you, neither of you knowing what to say.

His office was lined with many bookshelves. Books of the greats and some other lesser known authors. As you peered at them he made his way to the desk, setting his books from class down. He set his suit jacket over the back of his desk chair. You turned just in time to watch him adjust his glasses, something that drove you crazy. "What did you want to discuss?"

“Yes, I was curious about the project.” You set your book bag down near a chair in front of his desk, taking a seat in the process. He leaned against the front of his desk, looking down at you with his cerulean orbs.

“What about the project?” Curiosity was laced through his voice.

“I’m not sure if I understand it properly. I was wondering if you might be able to give me an example.” The temp in his office had to have risen a few degrees. What else would make your hands become this clammy? Asking the professor, that you had been crushing on all semester, for examples of erotic poetry couldn’t have been it.

“An example of a physically intimate poem?” His cheeks looked like borderline cherries now.

“Yeah.” The word was almost a whisper, your nervousness starting to get the better of you.

You looked away shyly, embarrassed by what you were now asking him. Professor Floyd noticed that your anxiety was starting to get the better of you. Without thinking he reached out, gently taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb. He angled you to look up at him. You could feel your heartbeat in your cheeks, the thumping audible in your ears now.

Cerulean orbs scanned your face, taking in every feature that he had learned to adore in class. From the first day you came into his class he had noticed you. The way you always chimed in with a poem of your own. You made him feel seen in a sea of uninterested college students. Not only were you kind, but smart too.

You plagued his thoughts everyday. He wondered how you would sound, soft gasps or hearty moans? How would your body feel against his? Did your skin feel as soft as it looked? What did you taste like? He couldn’t help but wonder the most dangerous thoughts about you. The most dangerous thoughts about his student.

“Crashing waves on an empty beach

The rhythm of our hearts

Two drowning lovers lost at sea

My lips adrift from yours.”

His thumb drifted over your bottom lip during the second line. The pad of his thumb pulled down on your lip with the final line. You watched his mouth go ajar, the both of you staring at each other with baited breath. You flicked your tongue out, wetting a small section of his thumb. You could hear the shaky breath he let out, giving you confidence.

“The very thought of you

Has my legs spread apart

Like an easel with a canvas

Begging for art.”

“Is that what you’re gonna do? Beg for me?” A small whimper passed your lips, hot breath gathering around the thumb still pressed to your lip. He leaned forward, maintaining eye contact with you. His face was mere inches away from yours, both of you breaking eye contact to look at each other's lips.

Professor Floyd pressed his thumb harder against your lip. You opened your mouth involuntarily, letting his thumb slip past your lips into your mouth. A groan fell from his lips, the feeling of your wet muscle caressing his thumb. The taste of his skin was intoxicating. You sucked softly on his thumb, opening your legs and letting him stand between them.

He couldn’t believe the sight before him. The student he had been lusting for sitting before him. Legs spread just enough for him to stand between, your skirt barely hiding the apex of your thighs. The wet heat of your mouth was driving him wild. He contemplated just face fucking you right then and there. But he needed to know how your cunt would feel wrapped around him. Better yet, how you tasted.

“Gonna be a good girl?” You nodded. He removed his thumb from your mouth, pressing the saliva covered pad to your lips once more. The grip on your chin pulled up softly, you rising from the seat to meet him. His thumb slowly fell from your lips, hand ghosting down your arm. He leaned near you, his lips almost on your ear.

“Are you sure about this?” You turned to look at him, taking in the soft look in his eyes.

A part of you started to panic, wondering if he was changing his mind. There was a lot at risk here, for the both of you. But the hand on your arm grabbed your hand, the other coming up to your cheek. You tried to avert your gaze, but he kept your eyes level with his. There was a light squeeze on your hand before he spoke again.

“I just want to make sure that you want this.” Your heart fluttered at his words.

“Yes, Professor. I want this.” He held back a groan, the formal title having a stronger effect than he thought it would.

The lips you had craved for weeks were now finally pressed against yours. Your lips moved in tandem with his. You had always assumed they would be soft, but you hadn’t imagined them this soft. They felt like silk against your lips. A small moan left you, his hands grabbing at your hips and pulling your hips tightly to his. You could feel him through his slacks, cock already hard from your words.

The two of you rocked there together, groans and moans pouring from the both of you. One of the hands on your hip trailed back, grabbing your ass over your skirt. Your skirt rode up slightly, exposing skin for Professor Floyd to knead. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder, pressing your chest tighter to his. Your body was ignited, excitement running through your veins.

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me.” He turned the two of you around, pressing you back against his desk. “Teasing me everyday with your words.” He pushed some items to one side of his desk, mouth working over your neck. One of your hands came down and gripped at the front of his button down.

“Says the one with a silver-tongue.” A smirk appeared on his lips. His hands drifted up the skin of your thighs, kneading the flesh of your thighs. He looked at you as he moved between your legs.

“Silver-tongue, huh? That’s what you call it?” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, thumbs rubbing soft circles on your thighs now.

“Yes, Professor.” The title pulled another groan out of him. His hands drifted up, pushing your skirt higher and higher.

The fabric was now gathered around your hips, exposing your soft pink lace panties to him. He brought a hand to your clothed core, rubbing over the wet patch. You dropped your head back, basking in the pleasure. It was a pleasure you had waited too long for. Gasps fell from you as his fingers kept working you over your panties.

Professor Floyd could barely believe this was happening. The sounds you were making were going to plague his mind. He would have to write a poem about them, about how intoxicating they were. If the growing wet patch on your panties was any indicator, you were loving this just as much as he was.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so wet.” He said, fingers pushing your panties to the side now. His fingers slipped between your folds, finding your clit with an expertise you had never experienced.

The hand on your thigh moved to your face, cupping it. He pressed his forehead to yours, your hot breath fanning over his face when you moaned. Your eye locked with his, taking in his lust blown eyes. Your hands cupped the back of his head, smashing his lips against yours. His fingers worked your clit as your lips moved together. A tightness in your lower abdomen had started to form.

“Fuck, Professor.” You dropped your head back once more, making him smirk.

“God, you’re a work of art. Something poets would describe.” His lips attached to your neck, nipping and sucking lightly at your skin. His lips trailed lower to your collarbones, licking at the skin the v in your cardigan sweater exposed. The tightness in your abdomen was becoming more pronounced. More whimpers and moans started to fall from you, signaling to him that you were close. Without warning, his fingers were gone.

“Profe-” He pressed the fingers to your mouth, urging you to take them in. You took two of his fingers into your mouth, tasting the wetness coating his fingers. He groaned as you lapped at his fingers, sucking on them gently as you tasted yourself on them.

“Tastes good, right?” You nodded around his fingers. “Good, ‘cause I want to taste you.” Your insides clenched at his slight accent.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, adjusting his glasses as he looked up at you. The sight of him between your thighs was something to behold. He looked so innocent even though you knew he was anything but. His fingers hooked into the band of your panties. You lifted your ass off the desk, helping as he guided them over your ass and down your legs. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, nipping at the inside of your thigh. You threaded your fingers through his sandy locks, messing them up softly.

A trail of kisses and nips formed on the inside of your thigh. A cold breath covered your cunt, sending a shiver all over your body. You planted both hands behind you, letting your head and body fall back slightly. Pleasure coursed through you, every stroke of his tongue sending a wave of pleasure through you. Your legs started to quiver from the pleasure.

“Your mouth, fuck, Professor.” You could feel his smirk against your cunt.

Each lap of his tongue was heavenly, pushing you closer to the edge. The tightness had returned to your abdomen, already a tight coil threatening to snap. Words were now escaping your mind, moans and whimpers were now the only things leaving you. This was something you had fantasized about all semester, and now it was actually happening.

“So fucking good.” The swear had you clenching, the tightness in your abdomen about to snap. Then suddenly, his mouth was gone from you. A whine escaped you as you looked down at him.

“What the-”

“Beg.” He adjusted his glasses, your eyebrows knitted together. He rested his cheek against your thigh, the wire frames of his glasses digging into your skin lightly. “You said you would beg, so go on. Beg.” A heat flooded you, his voice dropping on the last word. He brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing soft circles. He gave you a small smile, “I’m waiting.”

“Please, Professor. I need you to let me cum. Your tongue feels so good on my pussy. Let me cum for you, please.” His soft smile turned into something slightly wicked.

You could feel his fingers drifting lower, now circling your entrance. His breath ghosted over your clit and folds. A gasp left you as you felt a finger slip into you. It was a faint stretch, nothing that was going to send you over the edge. It was enough to make you crave more.

“Those are some dirty words for someone who seems so innocent.” He slipped another finger inside of you. His fingers curled up inside of you, prodding at the sensitive spot inside of you.

“Only for you, Professor.” He let out a groan. This was his first time with you, but he was already starting to feel possessive. He didn’t want anyone else to see you like this, let alone hear you.

“It better be.” He closed his mouth over your clit, flicking his tongue and thrusting his fingers.

Your back arched, a rush of pleasure flowing through you. One of your hands went straight to his hair, tugging lightly. A mix of moans and ‘professor’ poured out of you, legs quivering as your orgasm threatened to crash over you. He flattened his tongue against you, rocking his face back and forth on you. He moaned against your cunt, the vibration pushing you to the edge.

“Ah fuck!” You whimpered as your orgasm took over. His tongue didn’t let up, lapping at you as your hips started to shake.

“That’s it, give me everything.” He whispered into your skin, fingers still prodding at that sensitive bundle inside of you.

He never removed his fingers from you, keeping them prodding that bundle of nerves. He rose up, pressing his wet lips onto yours. You moaned at the taste of yourself, his tongue shoving its way into your mouth. This kiss was needy, not like the others. He was pressing his body to yours, fingers pulling out of you to fiddled with the button of his slacks. Your hands came up to the sides of his face, cupping his cheeks as he devoured your mouth.

“Fuck me, please. I need you inside of me, need to feel you stretch me.” You heard a chuckle from him.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m gettin’ there.” He pushed his slacks down enough to expose his cock.

Without a second thought you reached down, taking his cock in your hand and jerking him. He pressed his forehead to yours, moaning at the feeling. His hips stuttered into your hand a little bit. His cock felt like pulsing silk in your hand, the urge to have it inside of you growing.

“I don’t have any condoms. I don’t really do this in my office.” He admitted, a whimper ending the sentence.

“That’s okay, just pull out.” You continued to jerk him lightly. He nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He moved to pull his glasses off when you stopped him. “Those stay on.”

A small red tint appeared on his cheeks. He repositioned his hips, lining himself up with your entrance. The both of you whimpered at the initial sensation, your warmth encasing him and the stretch of his cock. He inched into you, stilling once he was fully seated inside of you. The both of you sat there taking in the sensations.

“I could stay here for days.” He whispered, pressing kisses to your neck and clavicle.

“Too bad you have later classes.” You whimpered, feeling him twitch inside of you.

“Don’t remind me.” He pulled back, leaving just the tip inside of you. He looked down, seeing where the two of you were joined together. He slowly pushed back in, watching himself start to fuck you.

You followed suit, watching his cock thrust in and out of you. Every now and then, the light would catch a certain way on your fluids covering his cock. His thrusts started picking up, one of his hands moving to grip your hips, the other moving to hook your leg around his waist. One of your hands moved behind you to the desk, holding yourself up. Your other arm wrapped around his shoulders.

“You’re like a warm summer day, engulfing and unforgiving. Leaving me parc-” You smashed your lips to his, cutting him off. You loved when he spoke poetry, but now wasn’t the right time.

“No poetry,” you let out a moan when the head of his cock nudged that bundle of nerves, “not right now.” He nodded, driving his hips hard into yours.

“Fuck, how do you feel so good?” He whimpered, lips attaching to your neck. “Don’t know if I’ll be able to pull out.”

His confession wasn’t concerning, it was something you craved. You hooked both legs around him, locking him against you.

“Fill me up then, Professor.” A groan ripped through his throat.

“How are you so fucking filthy?” He groaned. “Lay back.”

You moved down to prop yourself up on your elbows. His hands moved to your hips, making sure to push the fabric of your skirt up higher. He wanted to see everything, watch how fucked out you became. He could see your tits rocking underneath your sweater cardigan. He wished he could have seen them, maybe next time. If there would even be a next time.

The grip on your hips was rough, something you didn’t know he would be fully capable of. You had always pictured him as someone well-mannered. But this was proving you otherwise. He was showing you a new side, one you yearned to see more often.

Your back arched harshly when one of his hands drifted to your clit. His thumb started rubbing soft circles while his cock beat against that sensitive bundle. Your body started to shake, the tightness in your abdomen threatening to snap already. You brought one hand up his chest, fisting his button down in your hand.

“That’s it, sweetie.” He urged, thrusts picking up.

When the tightness snapped you saw stars. Pleasure coursed through you, searing every nerve in your body. Moans and whimpers poured from you, with a small mix of ‘professor’ thrown in. Your hips rocked against his still thrusting ones, legs quivering from the sensation. Your walls clenched tightly around him, not wanting to let him go. His hips stuttered for a moment, eventually going flush against yours. A groan fell from him as he filled you up.

The two of you sat there for a moment, catching your breath. He looked at you, cupping your jaw and kissing you. You let out a giggle when he pulled back from the kiss. Your giggle turned into a whimper when he pulled out. He reached for the tissue box on his desk, whipping himself off and tucking himself in his pants before he moved to clean you. He let out a groan when he saw the state of your cunt, fucked out with his cum dripping out of you.

“So filthy.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh before whipping his cum away.

He located your panties afterward, slipping them back on your legs and helping you put them on. A silence had settled between the two of you by this time. What was to happen now? Was this just a one time thing? Was he going to fail you out of his class? Worse, was he going to pass you only because you two fucked? A kiss to your temple pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I know, it’s a lot.” You couldn’t help but feel a little dirty. Tears welled up, something he immediately picked up on. “Hey, hey, sweetie, don’t cry. Nothing is going to happen.” You leaned into him, accepting the embrace he offered you.

“I don’t want anything bad to happen. To me or you.” You whispered against his shirt. He pulled back and cupped your face, angling you to look at him.

“It’s scary, I won’t deny that. But as long as this stays between us, it’ll be okay. And if this was a one time thing, it was a one time thing.”

“But what if I don’t want it to be a one time thing?” You asked. There was a hopeful look in his eyes, matching the one that was now in your eyes.

“I- I would love to, but I’m not sure if it’d be smart. With me still being your teacher.” He gave you a small frown, hand coming around to rub your hand.

“I know, but I want to know you as more than just my poetry professor.”

“I want to know you as more than just my poetry student too.” There was a sad look taking over his face. You had a similar one. “There is just too much risk, especially while I’m teaching you.” He adjusted his glasses while looking at you, the hand holding yours squeezing lightly.

“What about after the semester then?” You lit up a little bit. He smiled, loving the way you lit up.

“I don’t think I would mind that.” He kissed you softly, thumb rubbing the back of your hand. You gathered your bag from the floor, heading towards the door. He watched you hesitate before taking the handle in your grasp. You looked back at him, giving him a soft smile.

“I’ll see you around, Professor.” You went to leave before he called for you.

“You can call me Bob.” He said with a smile.

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Chasing The Shadows

Pairing: Reader x Robert Floyd

Warnings: Mentions of killing and death, and description of violence, some minor kissing, swear words

Summary: When a deadly new virus breaks out into the world you and Bob Floyd fight for survival and for each other

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"What's on the news?" Asking your husband as you plopped down on the couch a beer in hand passing him one.

"Somethin about a virus." He responded as he took a swig of his drink. "Already making its way into the states."

"A virus?" You questioned him as you looked over at him. "What kind of virus?"

"I don't know sounds like the flu or something." Shrugging your shoulders as you both continued to listen. Nothing was really being said about anything so it really peaked your curiosity as to what was really going on.

"Please the flu never really makes it through this town anyway." You scoffed hearing that. "Even if it did they wouldn't talk about it on the news."

"Well maybe if you stop talking and listen they'll tell us." He said making you lean back in exaggeration as you glared at him.

"What did you just say to me?" Placing your hands on your hips.

"You heard me." He mocked you as you opened your mouth partially lightly smacking his shoulder making him laugh. "Shhh there talking."

"You asshole." You joked both of you chuckling.

"Sources say this deadly virus is already spreading across the nation faster than the flu." Sighing loudly as that thought went out the window. "From what we've been told the major symptoms are high fever, rage, uncontrollable hunger, and swelling of gums."

"Jesus Christ what the hell kind of virus is this?" Bob asked leaning forward his elbows on his knees.

"Hospitals are filled with people all showing the same symptoms and doctors can't seem to figure out what the cause of this virus is."

"This definitely sounds worse than any flu I've heard of." Placing a hand on your chin eyes glued to the tv now.

"Hope they find the sorry son of a bitch who brought it here." Bob quipped as he quickly glanced at you.

"If he isn't already dead." Whispering but Bob still heard you anyway as he glanced at you with concern. "What?"

"Nothing." Stopping himself from really saying what was on his mind.

In that moment neither one of you really knew what to say or how to react exactly. This was the kind of stuff you saw on fantasy shows that had people wondering what if. Both of you were a little scared how how serious it sounded. Figuring you weren't the only ones who were feeling the same way.

"What should we do?" Whispering as you felt fear creeping up behind you. "Should we leave?"

"No I say we stay here until things calm down." Bob suggested sounding calm but you knew by the look on his face he was worried.

"Doesn't sound like things are gonna calm down soon."

"I bet in less than six months all that panic will have been for nothing." Bob shrugged his shoulders leaning back into the couch.

"Well there's no way in hell I'm gonna stay cooped up in this house for six months." You argued crossing your arms over your chest.

"State officials are asking that everyone stay inside and don't go out unless absolutely necessary." Bob looked at you with a proud smirk shaking your head at him with a giggle. "The only way to contract this unknown contagious virus is by being bitten or scratched."

"We'll just have to avoid being bitten or scratched." He joked nudging your shoulder.

"Please Robert don't joke this is serious." Keeping your focus on the news watching as they showed videos of different people being wheeled into hospitals and people driving by neighborhoods showing people losing control in their front lawns.

"I am taking it serious darlin." His tone softened when he could see the serious look on your face. "I'm sorry."

"Shit you'd think it was the end of the world or something." Bob shook his head as the newscaster continued to speak.

"Well it damn well looks that way." Showing a group of people already torching a building.

"Fucking hell." Bob exclaimed.

"Everyone is gonna lose their fucking minds once they all watch this." Taking a swig of your beer. "You remember what happened with that snow storm last year people wiped out everything in stores within days."

"Imagine what they'd do if we had an apocalypse." You continued feeling Bobs eyes on you.

"Baby I seriously doubt this is the apocalypse." Feeling an arm wrap around your shoulder pulling you in close. "I'll keep you safe don't you worry."

"I know you will it's just scary." Admitting to him as you felt your eyes tearing up.

"Nothing and nobody is going to even come close to hurting you." Kissing the side of your temple his lips lingered for a few moments.

As the two of you sat there drinking your beer flipping through channel after channel, and all they were talking about was this virus. Even your reality shows were being interrupted by breaking news. You've never seen anything like this before in your life.

Friends and family texting you non stop asking if you were okay. You were just hoping Bob was right about everything will eventually blow over. They'd have to find someway to stop it or at least slow it down. Then everything would go back to normal, and you and Bob would be safe.

"Let's go to bed baby." Bob turned the tv off as he stood up grabbing your hand lifting you off the couch. "Enough of this shit."

"I don't think I can sleep now." Pulling the covers back as you climbed into bed Bob right behind you.

"I know what I can do to help you sleep." Wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulled you flush against him.

"Babe stop." Giggling as he wiggled his hands to the edge of your pajama bottoms.

"Come on I promise it'll be the best you've ever had." Burying his head in your neck kissing your collarbone trying to move on top.

“You’ve said that one before.” Hands pinching your sides going into a fit of giggles as he started tickling you.

“Better watch that pretty little mouth of yours.” He warned as he hovered his body over yours.

"Bob." Moaning as you felt him grinding on you hands moving along the length of your legs.

Before anything else could continue further a loud boom shook the house cause both you and Bob to look out the windows. Leaning up on your elbows as Bob jumped out to check what the noise was. Watching as he looked around not seeing anything that really stood out.

"The hell was that?" Asking him as you sat up completely.

"I don't know baby I don't see anything." Shaking his head as you walked back over to you. "I think maybe it was a crash or something."

"That sounded a lot louder than a car crash." Timing couldn't have been more perfect as you both heard another crash.

"Robert that's not a crash that sounds like something exploding." Standing up as he walked out of the room to the front door.

Following after him as some of the neighbors were already ahead of you and Bob. Standing on their lawns looking around to see what those noises were, and where they were coming from. Fear was written across everyone's face, and parents tried to keep their children inside.

"Did you see anything?" Bob yelled to the neighbor across the way.

"Looked like an explosion from the center of downtown." He responded watching as Bobs face fell hearing his words.

"Get inside." Bob pointed at you as he jogged in behind you slamming the door shut. "Get inside now."

"What?" You yelled at him as he paced around the room. "Robert what?"

"Sounds like someone is blowing up the town." Covering your mouth with your hand a gasp slipping past your lips.

“What do you mean blowing up?”

“I don’t know there just blowing up the town.”

"We can't stay here." It came out more as a suggestion than a question.

Before Bob could respond his phone started to ring. Walking back into the bedroom picking it up hearing his muffled voice as you just stood there. Feeling like your feet were stuck to the ground, and your body was starting to slowly freeze.

You couldn't believe what you had been seeing and hearing. None of this felt like it was actually happening. Everything went quiet to where you literally could only hear yourself breathing. Your eyes staying open not even able to blink.

"Yeah yeah we'll meet you there." You heard him say as he hung up the phone and came back out to you. "That was my buddy he lives on the other side of town says we should leave he's got a safe house for us to stay at."

"What's going on?" Asking him your voice shaky as your eyes started to water.

"People are destroying the town and police are shooting people down in the streets." His words made your eyes go wide. "There patrolling neighborhoods and refusing to let people leave their homes."

"So then shouldn't we stay here." Whimpering as you could already hear commotion from outside.

"No it's not safe we have to leave now." Running to the closet grabbing a couple of bags. "Take only things that we need."

Handing you a bag you started filling them with medicine, food and bottles of water. Bob filling his with an extra set of clothes and other medical supplies. Once your bag was filled you quickly zipped it and then ran into your room to change into something else, and slipping on a pair of shoes.

Taking a solid minute to think about what was happening. Trying your hardest not to burst into tears. Leaning forward as your head started to spin, and you felt like you were going to be sick. Praying and hoping that this was all some kind of terrifying dream, and you would wake up safe in Bobs arms.

"Here." Bob blurted as he shoved something cold and hard in your hands.

"I've never shot a gun before." Looking at the dark gray steel weapon laying flat in your hands.

"Let's just hope you never have to." Not knowing whether he was telling you that or himself.

It seemed a little overdramatic having weapons, but judging on what you were hearing and seeing weapons were probably necessary. Besides Bob wouldn't just hand you a gun unless he absolutely thought you would need it to protect yourself. Especially if anything were to happen to him.

Setting the bags near the front door as you waited for Bob who grabbed yours and his phones. Bob taking one last look around the house making sure you guys didn't forget anything. Neither one of you knowing when you were going to be back if you would come back at all.

"Let's go baby military is moving in now." He looked up from his phone as you both grabbed a bag and headed to the truck outside.

Throwing your bags into the bed of the truck as you hopped inside. Bob starting the truck pulling out of the driveway and down the road. Looking around to see people loading their vehicles everyone with a look of panic on their faces not knowing what was gonna happen.

None of this felt real in your mind, and almost felt like it was some kind of drill. Maybe you and Bob were acting like everybody else, and just panicking for no reason. Maybe everything would die down in a few days. Or maybe things would only get worse and never end.

"Do you think we'll be able to make it?" You asked Chris after minutes of silence.

"I don't know sweetheart." His answer had your stomach churning. "But I'm gonna do everything in my power to keep us safe."

"How long are we gonna stay there for?"

"Until all of this blows over." Hearing the engine roar as he put his foot hard against the gas pedal.

"What if this never blows over?" Sniffling as a tear ran down your cheek.

"Then we'll stay together no matter what." Answering without hesitation.

"I love you Bob." His hand grabbed yours kissing your knuckles as he kept his eyes on the road.

"I love you too." Remaining calm was his man focus in order to help keep you calm so you didn't start to panic.

Neither one of you spoke the rest of the drive as you got closer to town. People yelling and screaming down the streets some people were even attacking others. If you weren't terrified before you were absolutely petrified now.

People were breaking into buildings, stores, shops, and pharmacies. Leaving them with handfuls of items running away nobody even attempting to stop them. It was pure madness and it was happening right in front of your eyes.

Hearing a loud rumble as you looked up to see a couple of helicopters flying over heading towards the center of town. Most likely military which means they were already in town blocking people from leaving. This was far more worse than you and Bob ever imagined.

Looking down one of the streets to see a military tank blocking anyone from leaving or entering. People filling the streets as they were begging and pleading to leave. Guns being drawn in their face to anyone who dared to get close enough.

"We'll go down this street avoid them as much as possible." Turning down another street that was empty.

"What if there at this safe house already?" Your mind going to worst case scenario.

"They won't." He snapped making you jump a little at his tone. "Besides he would have let us know and we'd go somewhere else."

That's when something started ringing in your ear, and that's when it hit you it was gunshots going off. You didn't want to look back, but you couldn't help it as you heard screams echoing around you.

Regrettably turning back watching as men opened fire on people bodies dropping to the floor, and blood filling the streets. Crying as you faced straight ahead Bob grabbing your thigh massaging it in comfort. Keeping his brave face on knowing exactly what was happening behind him.

He was going to protect you and keep you safe as long as he could. Even if it meant that he had to sacrifice himself to do so he would in a heartbeat. Your safety is a priority to him.

"Are we almost there?" You asked as he turned down a dirt road.

"Yeah baby less than a minute." Nodding his head as you rested your head against the head rest closing your eyes for a quick minute.

All you wanted to do in this moment was just sleep. Sleep and not wake up until all of this was over. Thinking that sleep would help calm your nerves, but in all reality all you would be able to do is just close them and not actually sleep.

Neither one of you prepared for anything like this, and never thought that you'd have to. You and Bob were clueless just like everybody else. The both of you were just going to have to take things one step at a a time, and hope things didn't take a turn for the worst.

"Baby we're here." Bob spoke softly your eyes opening slowly.

Looking forward as you saw a brick house straight ahead. The doors and window were sealed shut with some kind of steel. As Bob parked the car you both cautiously looked around. Everything was eerily quiet, and all you could hear was the sounds of the trees rustling, and the crickets chirping.

"Where is he?" You asked not seeing anyone.

"He's preparing the bunker." Looking over at Bob who was on his phone. "Said wait a minute and he'll be out."

"He's got a bunker hidden in this house?" Looking skeptically at the house raising your brows.

"Yep his old man left him this house." Bob turned to you. "Said it would take a lot more than a couple bombs to get through to this place."

"Gee that's comforting." Sighing out loud making Bob chuckle.

"It's better than being stuck out there baby." He did have a fair point there.

Which was the truth since it sounded like people were going crazy out there. If it meant staying in someone else’s bunker for a while to stay safe then that’s what you were going to have to do.

"God I hate when you're right." Grumbling as he grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him.

"Please you love it." Teasing you as he kissing your cheek multiple times.

"Just a little." Pressing your thumb and pointer finger together as you giggled.

"We're gonna be okay baby I can promise you that." Moving a hand up to your head stroking the back of it.

"I know you'll keep us safe." Pressing your hand against his both of you staring at each other.

A door creaked open catching both your attention as your focus now went to the opened door with a man standing in front of it. Bob hopping out of the car as you followed suit. Each grabbing a bag as you walked over to him. Eyeing the man with caution not knowing who he is.

Bob seemed to trust this man enough to do this, and you trusted Bob. Of all the people this guy could have called he chose Bob. Thanking your lucky stars that you would have some place to at least hide when all this is going down.

"Thank you for this Jake it means a lot." Bob patted the man on the back as he nodded.

"Bob this is my girl my wife Y/N." He introduced you the man glancing over to you. "Y/N this is an old very good buddy of mine Jake Seresin."

"The hell do you mean by old?" He scoffed cocking his head to the side.

"Your older than me." Bob joked as he punched his arm.

"Nice to meet you Y/N given the circumstances." Bowing his head down to which you gave a quick nod. "Alright let's head inside."

Following Jake inside the room it was practically empty. Expect for some desks and dressers that were opened and emptied. If you wouldn't have known better you would have thought this house was abandoned.

Your heart was starting to race a little bit more as you were being escorted around the house. Imagining a bunch of men running into the house with guns loaded ready to blow all of you sky high. Your breathing was becoming a little uneven and heavy.

Bob grabbed your hand in his noticing you were looking around and not really paying attention. Looking up at him as he gave you a weak smile and squeezed your hand. Silently telling you that everything was going to be okay.

Jake pulled back what looked like a bookshelf that revealed a metal door. Starting to feel a little hope and relief that things we're going to be okay with you both. Feeling a weight off your shoulders that you would both at least be sheltered.

"Just down these steps are where you'll both stay." He opened the steel door as Bob moved you in front of him hands on your shoulders.

Jake leading the way down a flight of steps turning on some fluorescent lights looking around to see steel walls. Multiples shelves stocked with food and water. Setting your bag down not noticing how dry your mouth was until you were staring at gallon jugs of water.

"This should last you both a couple months." Motioning around to all the food and water. "Here's where you two can sleep."

"And I even brought down some games so you two wouldn't die from boredom." Pointing to a shelf full of board games making Bob laugh. "Can't have any electronics on just in case there tracking."

"Which means turn your phones off." He requested as both you and Bob shut them down and threw them on the beds.

"What are you gonna do?" Bob asked Jake with concern and feeling bad you guys were taking over.

"Stay up top keep an eye on things." Shrugging his shoulders not sounding worried at all. "Make sure nobody gets in."

"Are you gonna be okay?" Bob not satisfied with that answer and worried for his friend.

"If I need you I'll holler brother." Jake joked both of them laughing while your face remained stoic.

"Jake thank you again for this." Bob praised with generosity.

"I would expect you to do the same thing for me." He responded smacking his arm with a grin.

"Absolutely brother." Bob shaking his hand with a loud clap.

"Do they know what kind of virus it is?" You spoke up both heads turning towards you.

"Yeah they do." He nodded his head as he looked down.

Neither you or Bob liked the way he said that or how his body language changed. Turning stiff and rigid like he just walked into something he didn't want to see. He stayed silent for a moment decided whether or not he wanted to tell you.

"What?" You pushed wanting an answer that he was hesitating on answering.

"The living dead."

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A Firm Touch

Summary: Bob’s a giving lover, always putting your pleasure first but sometimes you want a firmer touch.

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x F!Reader

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Rating: Explicit sexual content, 18+ only. Oral sex, deep throating, overstimulation, use of restraints and a sex toy.

A/N: All the new photos of Lewis have made me feral and put me back on my Bob bullshit.@writercole and @antiquitea are to blame for this filth. Thank you @therebeccaw for beta'ing. The taglist is gone,please follow @hg-library.

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Bob has you on your back tonight, wearing the sheer little nightie you bought special for last Valentine's Day. Your wrists are restrained by thin, leather straps that give you some range of motion but not enough to touch Bob or yourself. He’s standing above you, bright blue eyes thick with lust. Your head hangs off the side of the bed. He watches you for a beat, trailing the back of his hand over the swell of your cheek. Your eyes flutter and you open your mouth.

He fucks your throat slow and deep, pausing every so often to admire the shape of his cock in your throat and how much of him you can take. His little groans have your cunt twitching around nothing, while the remote-controlled vibe that’s nestled against your clit keeps humming away at an intensity that’s a touch too low to give you what you actually need to come. When you roll your hips, whining and seeking more, the toy falls silent. Bob pushes deeper into your throat, his torso blocking out your line of sight. He gives your nipples a warning slap, the action sending a sharp jolt to your stomach.

You fall still at the silent reprimand, tongue slipping out to caress his cock in apology. He inhales sharply at the sight and the toy jumps to life a second later. You close your eyes and focus on his pleasure, careful not to shift your hips or be too greedy. Bob is a giving lover, always putting your pleasure first so it’s a special treat when he’s in this kind of mood. It tickles that baser, more primal part of your brain that craves submission.

“That’s good,” Bob praises, pulling free and allowing you to take a breath that turns into a gasp when the vibe intensifies.

Your fingers curl into fists and you lift the lower half of your body, moaning as the toy scratches that itch just right. Your sounds of pleasure are cut off when he pushes the thick head of his cock past your lips to block your airway once more. Again, the pulsing motion dies down as Bob fucks your throat. Your skin is warm and tingly. The desire for something more between your legs almost makes you squirm but you hold still, muscles bunched tightly.

Bob curses and speeds up. “I’m gonna come,” he groans. “You gonna swallow it all for me?”

You hum in agreement, readying yourself for what he’s going to give you.

“God, yes,” he hisses.

When he comes, you hear the click of the remote in his hands and the toy nestled against your clit buzzes at max intensity. Bob drops the slim black controller beside you on the bed and wraps his hands around your neck to drive himself even deeper. You groan around his cock, coming in quick, almost painful waves while his hot cum floods your belly.

You don’t even care that you can’t breathe at this point. Your whole body locks up in pleasure and your arms strain against the leather straps that keep your wrists pinned. Bob doesn’t slow down, softly-muttered words of praise slipping between his clenched jaw. From past experience you know he loves how your throat keeps trying to swallow him down while you’re both coming.

It’s this moment that always gets you. The way Bob can be in complete control up until the second he’s about to come and then he’s just as lost as you. You want it to stop. You never want it to stop. You think you could die happy like this with all your nerves on fire and the taste and smell of him all around you. Tonight you’re not the only one who ends up a little overstimulated…

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Main Masterlist ♡ Top Gun Maverick Masterlist ♡ Robert 'Bob' Floyd Masterlist ♡ Til I See You Again Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Just a short chapter.

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Also the photo is just to show the outfit, not what I am picturing the reader to look like. Please imagine your gorgeous self in one these dresses or even in a dress you may want to wear for this event.

Robert 'Bob' Floyd's POV

Only one more day until YN officially becomes my wife. We are just getting married in the backyard of our new home.

Maverick was able to pull some strings that would allow us to do that.

My Parents couldn't make it on such short notice, but they will be watching it online along with some other people that couldn't come on such short notice but still wanted to be there, so we are streaming it.

Then we are holding the reception at The Hard Deck as Penny has so nicely offered it to us and will cater the whole thing as well. Her gift to us.

Then there was Hangman.

I have no idea if he is coming. I have no idea if he will even show up, but I do know for one thing that YN wants him there.

"Even though we are fighting, he is still my brother. I still love the jackass Bobby." Was all she said to me when I asked her if she was certain she wanted him there.

Rooster told me he tried to talk to him, but nothing came out of it. Phoenix told me she tried as well, but Hangman just ignored her.

But I have to try at least. I have to try and talk to the man who will be my Brother-in-law.

Speaking of the man, I saw him walk to the back of the building and I stood up from my spot to follow him.

Our friends were watching me as I followed him. I heard Fanboy say, "if he isn't back in five minutes, we will have to go and save him."

'You can do this Bob. Ask him to come. Ask him to be there for his sister.' I thought to myself.

"What do you want Bob?" Hangman asked without turning around to face me.

"I am asking you to come to our wedding Hangman."

"No." I felt defeated by that one simple word, but I wasn't going to give up.

"Look, I know YN and you are fighting but she wants you there. She needs you there."

Silence, but he did turn around slowly to look at me in the eyes, with absolutely no expression on his face.

"YN doesn't need me. She made that very clear when she ignored the one request I had for her."

"Jake, will you listen to reason. YN and I are getting married. We love each other. I love her so much. More than I love flying. We are starting a family together."

"I told her to stay away from you Bob, but she didn't listen and now look at her. Knocked up with a mistake and being forced to marry you."

Even though I knew he was angry and he didn't mean any of that, it shocked me to my core when I heard him say those words.

"No one can force YN to do anything and you of all people should know that and our daughter," I took a deep breath because I can feel myself getting angry.

"Our daughter is not a mistake. A suprise, oh yes but never a mistake. I never thought I would say this to you, but get your head out of your own ass and realise that the world does not revolve around you Jake. Do not show up tomorrow. Not unless you plan on apologising to not only YN but to me as well."

"Fat chance Floyd."

I could literally feel my hands closing into a fist. I had to hold myself back from punching him in the face.

I left Hangman standing there. Not bothering to turn around to even give him another look. Fanboy and Payback looked at me as I stormed past them, but they didn't say anything.

Which was smart of them, because I probably would of screamed and yelled at them. Taking my anger out on the wrong people.

Later on that evening I joined YN and our friends at the bar. We wanted to spend the night together before we got married.

"Fanboy told me you tried to talk to my brother." She whispered to me as I sat down next to her.

"Yeah."

"Didn't go well I take it?" She could tell by the look on my face.

"No. He said some things that I am not going to repeat but I am sure he will not be coming tomorrow."

"At least you tried Bobby and that is all that counts." YN kissed my cheek and snuggled into my side as we tried to have a good night.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin's POV

I was sitting at the table, with my laptop open and contemplating if I should even click on the link that YN sent out to everyone who couldn't make it.

When it was finally time, I clicked on the link and I could see and hear everything. The backyard looked nice. A simple wedding perfect for the two of them.

I saw Bob, Fanboy and Payback walk down the small aisle. I sat there wondering where the others were. I could see a few sitting in the seats.

But I didn't have long to wonder when I saw Rooster, Fritz and Phoenix was walking down down the aisle and stood opposite of the other three.

The music changed and the small group of people that were there stood up and looked at the backdoor.

My own breath seemed to have got caught in my throat when I saw my sister. She looked beautiful as did Penny, who was walking her down the aisle.

The dress was simple, but beautiful and it showed off her baby bump beautifully.

YN's eyes were only focused on Bob, who in turn was looking at her with so much love.

"Who gives this Woman away?" The officiant asked.

"I do." Penny said as she gave YN a kiss on the cheek and Bob kissed Penny's cheek and whispered something to her. She just smiled at him and cupped his cheek with her hand.

Bob took YN's hand and the two of them turned back to the Officiant.

The longer I watched, the more I realised how I messed up. I closed the laptop when they were announced as Husband and Wife.

I could feel the tears streaming down my face and I placed my head in my hands and cried for missing their wedding and for calling their daughter, my niece, a mistake.

I have no idea what the hell I am going to do to make it up to them.

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