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Honey, Honey

Summary: Based off this ask for my Taste of Twenty-Five event. All the reasons Bob really loves his truck in chronological order.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Afab!Reader

Warnings: Reader has a service dog for unspecified food allergy. Illness, death(not Bob or reader), swearing, the training exercise accident and smut at the end. MDNI 18+ only!

Word count: 6,560 (I got a bit carried away)

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Bob’s truck meant the world to him. He had been obsessed with it growing up. He’d ride around in the cab with his grandpa around town. They’d have the windows rolled down and would be listening to an old blues tape. The cup holders always had two cups of sweet tea in them. There was a picture of his nan in the visor and Bob always dreamt about having a picture of his future girl up there. His grandpa took great pride in his truck. Bob remembered all the times they would be in the garage with him handing him tools and turning over the key when he was told to.

“Can you hand me that wrench?” Bob grabbed the wrench quickly and handed it over to his grandpa. There had been a gurgling noise when they had run up town and when his grandpa asked Bob if he wanted to help find out the problem Bob jumped at the opportunity.

“Bobby boy go ahead and turn it over for me.” His grandpa called from his place under the hood.

“Okay pops.” Little Bobby wasn’t even tall enough to reach the pedals but he could reach the key. He jumped into the truck and pushed the key into the ignition. Excitement was coursing through his little body as he turned the key and the engine came to life. He loved that truck then because it was something him and his grandpa bonded over.

Then eventually his grandpa got sick and wasn’t able to drive the truck anymore and it sat and sat and sat. Until his grandpa passed away at the beginning of his junior year of high school. His grandpa had left the truck to Bob in his will. So Bob got a job as a busboy up in town that he would juggle between school and helping out on the farm.

He saved up all his money and during the summer between junior year and senior year he fixed up the truck. He had it repainted the vibrant green it used to be. He had a strict schedule written down in a little notebook he kept in the glove box on when to change the oil, the tires and all the maintenance he’d done. He loved that truck then because it was a small piece of his grandpa he’d always have with him.

Then when he went off to college he had packed up the bed and made the solo trip with one of those old blues tapes and a glass of sweet tea in the cup holder. When nights would get stressful due to exams or work or missing home he’d climb into that truck and go driving, never having anywhere in mind. He’d flip that visor down and look at the blank spot where the picture of his nan used to be and dream of a day he could add his own picture up there. He loved the truck then because it was a piece of home.

Eventually that truck moved to and from different bases depending on where he was deployed. He never owned much so it was always easy to pack everything up in the bed and take those solo trips. He’d occasionally look in the passenger seat and wish there was someone there enjoying the old blues tapes that filled the glove box. He loved the truck then because of all the possibilities it made him hopeful for.

The first time he ever met you he’d been driving to the farmers market early one Saturday morning to get some groceries for the week. He always liked to be one of the first ones there as it was always quieter and he could go booth to booth at a good pace. There was also a booth with tea, coffee and baked goods that opened before all the others that he liked to go to first thing.

He was only about ten minutes away when he spotted you. You were on the side of the road, phone pressed between your ear and shoulder staring at the smoke billowing out of your hood. He pulled over behind you and clumsily climbed out of the truck. He adjusted his glasses and made his way over to where you were standing. You weren’t alone either, you had a cute little gray and white pitbull sitting next to you that looked at him curiously upon his approach. One ear was mostly gone and its tail looked a bit short as well. Bob noticed he wore a service dog vest.

“Please don’t put me on hold again.” Your voice was pleading but you let out a large huff of air, rubbing your fingers into your temple. Bob guessed whoever was on the other line had indeed put you on hold. Bob cleared his throat awkwardly and your eyes snapped open from where you had closed them.

“Uhm. Hello?” You greeted him, he could see clear confusion on your face, which was very pretty he might add.

“I noticed you were having some trouble and I was wondering if I could help out in any way?” His hand was rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Oh. Do you happen to know anything about cars?” The look on your face now was pure hope. The dog beside you was wagging its tail but remained sitting in its spot.

“I know a thing or two.” He responded and your eyes lit up. Something he decided he wanted to see again. When you started talking again he took that moment to take you in. You were in a pair of worn medium wash jeans with the ankles rolled up and a pair of mustard yellow vans adorning your feet. His eyes looked over your cream shirt where a picture of bees and a jar of honey and a honeycomb sat, with a logo on it; Honey Bee & Comb.

“It started making a weird clunking noise and then it just started billowing smoke. I barely got it to the side of the road before it shut off. I’m on the phone with a towing company but they keep putting me on hold.” You looked utterly defeated. But Bob gave you a reassuring smile and told you to pop your hood. You did as he said and opened your door to pull the lever. He pulled the hood up, turning his face to the side as the smoke barreled out and fogged up his glasses. He propped it open and backed up a few steps where you were once again standing.

“Looks like it’s overheated, I have a friend that owns a body shop. He could give you a tow. I can call him right now if you’d like?” Then there was that light in your eyes again.

“Would you mind? That would really help me out. I’ve been on the phone with these guys for about thirty minutes now.” You waved the phone out in front of you dramatically. He assured you it was fine and pulled his own phone out and pulled up the contact. You hung up your phone and two rings later and the person on the other end answered.

“Hey Shawn. Would you be able to head out here to Weston street? I have a woman here with me that’s got a broken down car.” You waited as the person responded, looking him over he was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans, worn boots and a navy blue ford t-shirt with a flannel over it. You thought he was the prettiest man you’d ever seen.

“Alright, I’ll see ya soon.” You quickly looked away as the blonde hung up so he wouldn’t catch you staring.

“He said he’ll be here in fifteen.” He informed you as he slipped his phone back in his pocket. Your shoulders sagged as you let out some of the stress.

“Thank you so much….” You trailed off looking at him expectantly.

“Robert.” He winced as he said it. Because he hasn’t had someone call him that in years.

“Well thank you Robert.” His name rolled off your tongue and he almost groaned at how sweet it sounded.

“I’m Y/N, this is Lewis.” You said gesturing to the dog who still sat in the same spot since Bob had walked up. Silence grew between you for a moment as you both stared at each other.

“Where are you heading to?” Bob hoped you didn’t think he was a creep asking that. But you only gave him a smile and hooked a thumb over your shoulder pointing behind you.

“Heading to the farmers market.” Bob lit up at the reply.

“I’m heading that way as well.” You cocked your head and seemed to take him in once again.

“Oh yea. I’ve seen you around. You’re one of the few early ones.” Bob nodded his head a blush dusting his cheeks and neck at the fact that you had noticed him.

“Seems as though you are as well.” Though Bob hadn’t remembered seeing you before.

“I have a booth there so it’s kind of implied that I get there early.” You didn’t seem disappointed that he hadn’t seen you. Which he was thankful for because he didn’t want to disappoint you.

“What’s your booth?” His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to rack his brain.

“I sell bee made products, honey, beeswax candles, chapstick and what not.” You waved your hand over your shirt and he finally made the connection. He’d seen your booth but had never gone over because his ma always sent him honey when she shipped him stuff from home.

“Do you want to load your stuff into my truck? I can take you to the market since I’m already going there anyway.” He was really really hoping you would say yes. You fortunately told him yes and you both loaded up all your stuff into the bed of his truck. Lewis sat in the cab patiently as you loaded everything up. Shawn ended up coming shortly after and towed your car off. Reassuring you he’d have it looked at by the end of the day. In the ride to the market Bob informed you that Shawn was his front seater Michaels husband.

After Bob helped you set up your booth even though you told him he didn’t need to worry about it. He offered to take you home as well, to which you thanked him and informed him that a friend of yours that had a booth would be taking you home. As you watched his face fall you had nervously asked him if he would like to go to dinner one night that week. He very quickly told you yes. You swapped numbers and then parted ways. He loved his truck that day because without it he probably wouldn’t have been able to help you.

On your first date he picked you and Lewis up in his truck. Where he had jumped out and rounded the hood to open your door for you. He had given you a bag of treats for Lewis and a compliment on how gorgeous you looked. You spoke about random things including how you had rescued Lewis from a local shelter and put him through service dog training for your food allergy, until you got to the restaurant. Dinner went amazingly and before you both knew it you were in his truck heading back to your house.

The windows were rolled down and you were humming along to the blues tape that was playing quietly. The cool autumn air was whipping through your hair but you didn’t seem to mind. Even when it got stuck in your chap-stick that coated your lips. When he came around to open the door for you again and you stepped out you asked him very sweetly if you could kiss him and he sheepishly nodded his head. Then he proceeded to lean you up against the truck and kiss you both utterly breathless. He loved the truck then because it was where he had found the feeling of home again in the form of you.

You’d been dating a few months at this point. He had awkwardly asked you one day if you wanted to go steady with him. Your cheeks had gotten all warm and you gave him a sweet smile and a soft peck on the lips. Then you told him you’d love to go steady with him. The both of you had gotten into a routine of him coming to pick you up and take you to the farmers market on weekend mornings when he wasn’t deployed.

This particular Sunday had been going like every other one had. You sat in your seat with Lewis between you though he was mostly laying on your lap. You’d picked out an old blues tape and had popped it into the stereo. You were petting Lewis on the head absentmindedly and occasionally sipping on your glass of sweet tea that was held in your other hand.

You just passed by the spot you’d first met each other and a small smile formed on your lips. Your eyes turned to look at Bob to see him already glancing at you. Your eyes lit up and your smile got bigger and he felt his chest tighten and before he knew it he was spilling out three little words that made you feel like your bees at home were swarming in your stomach.

“I love you.” He looked at you wide eyed once he realized what he had said. Was it too soon? Would you say it back? Would you leave him? Wait, why were you laughing? The sound of your laugh flowed through him and had him blinking slowly as he stopped at a stop sign and stared at you in bewilderment.

“I love you too Bob.” You told him before leaning over and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. He took a deep breath and tried to hide the blush that was taking over his face by looking back at the road. But from the way you were looking at him he knew that you saw it. He loved the truck then because you loved him.

You and Lewis came and picked him up in his truck after one of his deployments. Your car had been acting up again and Bob had insisted you use his truck while he was gone. You knew how much the truck meant to him so you made sure to take great care of it while he was away. You drove the three of you back to your house where Bob had moved into before he left for deployment. Lewis laid in his lap and he pet the dog on the head as he admired how breathtaking you looked driving his truck.

Once you got home you and Bob reacquainted yourselves with each other before starting on dinner. You had thought you’d had all the ingredients for said dinner but had forgotten to pick up one thing from the store. Bob offered to run up the street to grab it and you told him you could make something else but he assured you that he was up for the short trip. Lewis went with him because he didn’t wanna leave his side. Plus in the safety of your home you didn’t need to worry about your food allergy.

The sun was still shining so he flipped the visor down and was pleasantly surprised to see a Polaroid picture of you and Lewis in the bed of his truck. You had a large smile on your lips and Lewis had his head tilted to the camera in an absolutely adorable way. Bob couldn’t help the smile that took over his face.

“I’m gonna marry her one day.” He told Lewis who responded with a soft bark and wag of his tail. Bob loved his truck then because he finally had a picture of you in the place he always wanted one.

Bob had been super secretive and awkward for a couple of weeks now. You hadn’t thought much of it though, you trusted him more than you trusted anyone else so you figured he had a good reason for the way he was acting. When he asked if you would like to accompany him and Lewis on a secret date you had enthusiastically told him yes. So you had both driven out to a field that Bob had found one day on a hike that was accessible by vehicle as well.

He made you sit in the cab as he and Lewis got everything set up in the bed of the truck. Why he needed Lewis’ help was lost on you but you just shrugged and took in the view around you. It was such a pretty spot and you understood why Bob loved it so much. You climbed out of the truck when Bob called for you. You gasped when you saw what he had set up. He had laid out a bunch of blankets and pillows. A variety of foods and drinks were spread around. He had lined the side rails with strings of lights. Bob asked you to sit next to Lewis so you did and then noticed he had something in his mouth.

“What do you have there, boy?” You asked him, holding out your hand waiting for him to drop whatever it was. But what you weren’t expecting was a ring box. You turned to Bob with wide eyes only to see him down on one knee and a nervous smile on his face.

“I have been completely head over heels for you since the first day I saw you on the side of the road. I couldn’t imagine my life without you honey. Would you go steady with me for the rest of our lives?” The flashback to him asking if you wanted to go steady had you giggling as tears streamed down your face. You couldn’t get any words out so you resorted to nodding your head frantically.

He reached out a hand and you handed him the box. He opened it to get the ring out and you sobbed at how perfect it was. It was absolutely everything you wanted in a ring. He slipped it onto your finger and as soon as it was settled you were pulling him towards you. Your lips crashed against his and you could feel the mix of yours and his tears in the kiss but you didn’t mind.

“I love you so much Robert.” Slipped out of your lips when you finally pulled away.

“I love you too Honey.” He whispered to you and then peppered your face in kisses. The rest of the night went by spectacularly, you had dinner and the three of you cuddled up and watched the stars for hours. Bob sat against the truck with you between his legs and Lewis between your own. Your head laid on his shoulder then your breath evened out and he loved his truck then because you said yes.

You guys had decided to have a small wedding. It was his friends Michael and Shawn whom you had grown close to. Your friend who took you home that first day you and Bob met was ordained so they married the two of you. And of course there was Lewis. You decided for your honeymoon you’d drive up to finally meet his family.

Which is exactly what you did. Even though you’d met them through FaceTime and phone calls you’d never met them in person. You knew how much they meant to Bob so you were buzzing with excitement the whole way to Lima, Montana.

Everything was going smoothly. You left early Saturday morning hoping to get there by Saturday night. It was Bob's turn to nap so he was. His head was on a pillow leaning against the window on the door. Lewis had his head in his lap and was sleeping as well. Then suddenly Bob was being woken up with a gentle touch on his shoulder. He blinked his eyes open slowly and grabbed his glasses from the dash before finally focusing on you. When his eyes landed on your face he was suddenly fully awake. You had silent tears streaming down your face and looked at him fearfully.

“What’s wrong honey?” He asked you softly, reaching out to grab your hand. When he got ahold of it he felt you shaking and that only worried him more. He looked around quickly and noticed you were pulled over on the side of a back road.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you said with a sad voice.

“What’re you sorry for?” You looked down at where your hands were intertwined and mumbled out your reply.

“We have a flat tire and a large scratch down the side of the truck.” He furrowed his brow at you in confusion because when in the hell did that happen?

“What happened honey?” He unbuckled his seat belt and scooted closer to you causing Lewis to switch him seats.

“Just come and look.” You told him and opened your door climbing out and he followed you. When he got out and saw the large scratch in the green paint down the side of the truck he couldn’t stop the gasp that slipped through his lips. A sob left your own mouth and his eyes quickly found you again.

“I’m really sorry, I was following behind a truck and he had a bunch of stuff in his bed. I thought I was far enough back that if anything flew out I wouldn’t be within range of being hit. But a piece of barbed wire came out and I just couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. It popped the tire and scratched up the side.” You took a deep breath before continuing, your fingers danced along the scratched paint sadly. “I know how much you love this truck. I really love it too and I’m so so sorry that this happened.”

“Oh honey.” He said softly, taking you in his arms and kissing your head. He breathed in the smell that was uniquely you and took a moment to gather his thoughts.

“It’s okay honey, we’ll put the spare on and once we get to my parents we’ll go into town and get them to replace the tires. Then we’ll have Shawn fix the paint when we get home. I’m just happy that we are all safe, you handled the situation perfectly.” He ran his hand down your back as you calmed your crying. You guys then changed to the spare Bob had been thoughtful enough to pack in the bed. You got into town late and met his family who all completely adored you.

The next day you went into town to the only mechanics there was. You paced the lobby until they came out with the keys and told you everything was taken care of and you were good to go. You practically ran out to the truck and Bob loved the truck then because you loved it just as much.

When Bob had gone down in the training exercise with Phoenix he hadn’t planned on telling you until after the mission. Which may have sounded awful because you were his wife after all. But he just didn’t want you to worry over nothing. However what he didn’t know was that Maverick had called to inform you and that you were on your way up to see him.

He was in the middle of a conversation with Phoenix, whom he was sharing a room with when he heard familiar tapping of claws in the hallway. Before he could process what exactly that meant Lewis came bolting into the room and jumped onto his bed. Then you came running in behind him. He stared at you with wide eyes as you ran up to him and cupped his face looking him over for injury.

“Honey, what’re you doing here?” He blinked at you slowly as he started to pet Lewis’ head.

“Someone named Maverick called, he told me your plane had gone down during an exercise today. I was worried and just needed to see you. I also figured you wouldn’t tell me until you got back home and I couldn’t handle waiting. I need to see with my own eyes that you were alright.” It was a light scolding but he still blushed nonetheless. Then you gave him a soft kiss and stood back up.

“How’s Michael, Shawn and the babies?” You knew he was changing the subject to avoid you scolding him anymore. But you let him do it anyway. Plus talking about his previous front seater and his new family members would cheer you both up. When Michael’s contract came back up he had decided not to reenlist because he and his husband Shawn were in the process of adopting and it would be an easier transition if Michael was a stay at home dad.

“They are doing amazing. Michael is slowly adjusting to no longer being in the service, Shawn is glad to have him home. The triplets have been a handful since they picked them up from the hospital. They are all absolutely adorable, especially Robert.” Your smile was bright as you told him a bit more about the family. They had named one of two boys after him. Then when you stopped talking you finally turned to the other person in the room. She looked terrified when your eyes met her own.

“You’re Phoenix right? His front seater for this mission?” She glanced between you and Bob and Bob gave her a small nod.

“Uhm yes. I-I’m really sor-.” But before she could finish her guilt ridden apology you were right next to her bed.

“Are you okay? Do you need me to call anyone for you?” She choked on air at the way you were now dotting on her. She looked at Bob and he had a wide smile on his face and adoration in his eyes.

“I’m okay. I called my fiancé already, so she knows I’m okay.” Bob looked sheepish as you both turned to glare at him when she said that.

“Can I hug you?” You were bouncing on the balls of your feet, you just really felt the need to comfort her.

“Uh yes.” She stuttered out and then she was wrapped up in your arms. She hadn’t realized she really needed a hug until then. You held her until she let go.

“Thank you for keeping my husband safe.” You told her after pulling away. As Bob looked at you he loved his truck because it brought him, you.

A couple of weeks after the mission the dagger Squad were all given the option of moving to Fightertown permanently. They would be their own squad indefinitely. Bob had asked you immediately what your thoughts were. He wasn’t sure you’d go for it since your life was in Lemoore. But you assured him you’d love to move there if he would. Because he didn’t have a front seater in Lemoore. Plus from what he had told you the rest of the Dagger Squad worked beautifully together once they got over bad blood.

So you guys took a couple weeks to pack up then you were heading off to Fightertown. You had your bees in the bed of the truck, a whole bunch of things in the U-Haul hitched to the truck. All the bigger items had been picked up by the navy movers. You’d decided to sell your junk ass car to Shawn who was gonna fix it up and sell it at his shop. You’d also promised to come back and visit them often, as well as your friends and family that lived there. Selling your house in Lemoore and buying a house with plenty of land in Fightertown had been surprisingly easy.

“Lewis is gonna have quite the time getting to know everyone and getting allocated to a new home. You said that Mav’s girlfriend has a dog right?” The only part of this you were nervous about was Lewis. Since you’d had him you’d only ever lived in one place. He had made friends at your local dog park as well as other dogs that had been in your service dog training courses.

“Yea, his name is Theo. I think they’ll get along great. Plus I think Lewis will love Paybacks kids. We could also go to one of the shelters in town and find him a friend.” Bob had been doing a search for another dog already but he just hadn’t told you. He’d even found a dog that you guys could go and pick up in a week. She was a pitbull lab mix that had been surrendered by her previous owners because they were moving and claimed they couldn’t take her with them. Funnily enough her name was Bee, which Bob thought you would absolutely adore.

You started to excitedly rant about how amazing it would be to get another dog. Then about how excited you were to meet everyone. Bob glanced at you and saw the way the sun was shining through the window on your face. You looked like a dream and Bob couldn’t help but love that his truck was taking you both to a future that held so many possibilities for the both of you.

Bob didn’t really understand what had gotten into you but you just couldn’t seem to keep your hands off him. You’d had dinner with Phoenix and her fiancé which had become a regular occurrence. Phoenix and her fiancé had taken extreme care in the food they prepared so you hadn’t worried about bringing Lewis and Bee. Your eyes however hadn’t left his form all night. Every time he’d glance at you he’d find your eyes already glued to him. When you were saying goodbye to the duo you’d made it quick and were dragging Bob out of their house.

Now here you were with a hand down his pants slowly stroking his cock and sucking bruises into the skin of his neck. He was concentrating very hard on keeping control of the truck on the road. You weren’t very far from your house which he was grateful for. He let out a low moan as you ran your thumb along the tip of his cock and gathered the precum that was leaking from it.

“Honey.” He muttered out, you nipped at his neck gently before pulling away and looking at him with lust filled eyes. He groaned as he took in the sight of your swollen lips.

“We’re almost home Bob, just pay attention to the road.” So that’s what he did: he kept both hands on the steering wheel and both eyes on the road as you resumed your assault on his neck. Your hand continued to slowly pump his cock, your thumb brushing the tip every so often. A low moan would leave his lips every time.

When he turned onto the long gravel driveway lined by trees that lead back to your house your hand slipped out of his pants, you unbuckled your seat belt and positioned yourself so you were kneeling on the seat. You worked quickly to unzip his pants and pull his boxers down enough to slip his cock free. Your hand then was replaced by your lips and he couldn’t help himself as one of his hands left the steering wheel and found its way into your hair. He helped guide you up and down his length. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat before pulling up and going back down.

The truck came to a stop as he rolled up to the front of the house and his hand left your hair to shift it into park. He fumbled to snatch the keys out and slip them into his pocket. His head tipped back as your tongue swirled around his tip. He muttered your name quietly, not really sure what he was asking for. He felt himself getting close but he wasn’t ready for this to be over just yet so he gently guided your mouth away from his cock. When you were sitting up his lips met your own in a rushed pace, he was eager to taste your lips and moaned at the taste of him on your tongue as you slipped it passed his lips.

“Bob, please.” The request was a whisper on your lips as you pulled away. He knew what you were asking for without you needing to say anything.

“Take off your pants honey.” He slipped his cock back into his underwear but kept his pants unzipped. He fumbled while opening his door before stumbling out and watching with hooded eyes as you maneuvered out of your shoes and pants and threw them on the floor of the truck.

He took a second to take in how pretty you looked, your hair a mess, lips swollen, a wet patch forming on your underwear from how aroused you were. The look of complete lust on your face had his control slipping. He grabbed both of your ankles and yanked your body toward him. Your ass was on the edge of the seat. His hands found your panties and slipped them down your legs and tucked them into the pocket of his jeans. You were practically vibrating in anticipation as you waited for him to make a move.

Right as you opened your mouth to beg for his touch he was on you. His tongue slipped between your folds, one of your hands shot for his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as a loud moan left your mouth. He was bent over at the hips and his knees were slightly bent but he didn’t care that he’d probably wake up a bit sore from the awkward angle. All he cared about was that you tasted sweeter than the slice of cheesecake you’d shared for dessert. Really you tasted better than anything he could ever imagine. So he told you so, pulling his mouth away he replaced his tongue with his fingers, slipping them in and out of you languidly.

“Fuck honey, you taste sweeter than anything I’ve ever had before.” He sucked a bruise into your thigh leaving a feather light kiss over it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever find anything sweeter than you. Love you so much. ” He sucked a bruise into the inside of your other thigh, running his tongue over the skin to soothe it. You weren’t sure if the cry of his name leaving your lips was because of the words he was whispering or because of the way his mouth found its way back to your cunt. His lips found your clit and sucked on it delicately. His fingers curled and found that spot in you that had you letting out a mumbled string of curses.

“Bobby, feels so good.” You whined as his tongue flicked your clit. “So close, I-I-I’m so close.” The words were barely making any sense but you hoped he understood. Your fingers that were still in his hair gripped tighter and with one more curl of his fingers you hit your climax and felt like you were flying, your hips had a mind of their own as they bucked against his face. Your legs tightened around his head and he took his time cleaning up every drop of cum you’d given him.

When your legs finally relaxed, your hand leaving his head he pulled away and gave you a soft smile. Your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath. He rubbed soothing circles on your thighs with his thumbs and was about to suggest going inside before you whined a request at him.

“Need you inside me.” You sounded utterly spent but who was he to deny you what you wanted. So he pulled his aching cock out of his boxers, situated himself at your entrance and as your legs wrapped around him he sunk into you. You both let out equally blissed moans as you settled into the feeling of euphoria.

“You feel so fucking tight honey.” His country drawl was thick as he groaned out the words. His hair was sticking up all over the place and his glasses were crooked, his lips and chin were still wet with your arousal and suddenly you couldn’t stand being so far from him so you quickly sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He wrapped his own around your thighs and pulled you out of the truck. You were thankful you’d kept your shirt on as he leaned you against the side of the truck all while staying seated inside you.

“Gonna move now.” He whispered to you before burying his face in your neck. He pulled himself almost all the way out and then thrust back in. It didn’t take him long to find a steady rhythm that felt good for the both of you. Your clit was getting a delightful friction everytime he moved and you were squeezing around him in a way that made him feel a little dizzy.

“Bob, Bob.” His name fell from your lips like a prayer and the glasses wearing aviator almost fell to his knees as you slipped a hand into his hair and brought his lips to your own. They meshed together in a familiar dance, soft and practiced, yet still taking his breath away like the first time you’d kissed. His hands were squeezing your thighs as your tongues met each other and he swallowed the moan you let out as his thrusts began to stutter.

His lungs needed to fill back up with air so he pulled away from your lips, nipping the bottom one with his teeth as he went. A whine left you at the loss of him. But he soothed you with sweet nothings as he got closer and closer to his climax. His forehead rested against yours.

“Honey. I’m gonna, oh fuck, I’m gonna.” He could barely get the words out, but he wanted you to cum first. He was already so close from the edging you’d given him on the way home.

“I’m close bob, m’gonna cum. Wanna feel you cum.” Your words were breathy and sounded like a plea. Your walls squeezed around him and he couldn’t stop it as his orgasm ripped through him. Your own following soon after. The both of you stood wrapped in each other's arms for a few moments, soaking in the feeling of being with one another.

The barking of your dogs from inside had you finally separating. Bob hissed slightly as he pulled out of you. He reached inside the truck and grabbed your pants and shoes before closing the door of the truck and walking you up to the porch. He set you down and let you slip your pants back on and take your shoes. Then you slipped the keys out of his pocket and opened the door. He turned and looked back, one thought in his mind as he shut the door behind him, he really loved that truck.

A/N: Thank you so so so so so much for being so patient while I got this done. I had such an amazing time writing this! Might've been just what I needed to get back into the groove of writing!

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thebirdandthebee · 2 years

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

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Don't Touch My Boots

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Bob Floyd was not Jake Seresin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I ask you something?” He prompted.

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

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

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

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

“Then what?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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bradshawswife · 2 years

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after the bar | b.f

“look what you do to me” prompt

description: Bob usually can keep it in his pants when you’re around, until this one night after the bar.

warnings: SMUT. a lot of it. dirty bob… mhmm. BOBFUCKS supremacy. minors DNI pls. masturbation, fingering. protected sex (piv), oral f & m! receiving.

pairing: bob floyd x fem!reader 🤍

a/n: goodbye this one shot has utterly consumed every braincell I have… (2 are on vacation, the 1 braincell left behind is struggling besties).

After another night of hanging out with your friends at the Hard Deck, you were sitting next to Bob. For the longest time, Bob has had a massive crush on you, he was just too shy to ever say anything about it. Everyone but you knew he had the hots for you. It was surprisingly obvious, but you had no idea the effect you had on him, especially in your short little sundresses you suddenly started wearing to the Hard Deck.

Ever since that first night you strutted in, with your short pink sundress swinging about, Bob knew he was done for. Every time you spun around it would slightly lift, not showing anything, but Bob’s thoughts ran wild. He always kept himself in check whenever he was in public, but when he got home? Oh well he was sitting on his bed jerking off to the thoughts of your sundress being bunched around your waist as you ride him. Or your pretty little mouth around his dick, with your tits practically falling out of the sundress.

He was embarrassed that he had these thoughts of you, but that didn’t stop him from relieving himself every night after he spent time with you. He groaned every time you mentioned going out with another guy, knowing they don’t deserve you. Hell, he’s not even sure he deserves you. You were the epitome of sunshine.

He thanked the lucky stars that Phoenix made you tag along with her to the bar one fateful night. He remembers his exact reaction the moment you walked through those doors, with your anxious smile hiding your bubbly personality. Bob was observing the bar as he usually does, when he noticed you.

He gulped back his water, hoping that would cool him down. Suddenly, the bar was 85 degrees hotter than it should’ve been and he could feel his cheeks burning up. He swore he sweat through his shirt, the moment you walked up to the group. As you were making the rounds of introductions, Bob was listening to the way your voice sounded, you had an accent of sorts.

Eventually, Phoenix brought you over to him. He felt the room start to spin as you smiled brightly at him. He extended his hand out to greet you, but you pulled him into a hug he would never forget. After that heavenly exchange, you noticed Bob left fairly quickly. Little did you know, he was taking care of himself in the bathroom. He was so embarrassed of himself but he couldn’t go home so soon, he had to get to know you more.

And that was the story of how you became the bane of Bob’s existence. Well, not really, but sexually yea. You became friends with Bob over the course of a few years. Eventually, you were apart of their group, without actually being a naval aviator. You tagged along on their hangouts, game nights, whatever the occasion was. You were friends with every one, because you were sunshine.

Thats how you got your honorary ‘callsign’, Sunshine. Bob mistakingly let it slide when he got drunk, which was the only time he had drank in front of you. Everyone teased you with it after that, and it just stuck.

Tonight, you nor Bob had any idea the night was going to turn out the way it did. Preparing for this night, you were trying on a bunch of different new outfits you splurged on. Texting each one to your groupchat with the squad in it, you were seeing which one got the most commotion. This was the first time you did this, and Bob was bewildered. Hangman was making flirty comments, along with Payback, and Coyote. Rooster was absent from the group chat, he never really talked much in it. Fanboy was sending thumbs up to each one, Phoenix was sending audio recordings of her whistling.

Bob liked every single outfit, until you sent a certain one. It was a baggy shirt tucked into a pretty tennis skirt. Bob nearly had an aneurysm. He sent two thumbs up to that one. You had been teasing Bob lately. Sort of developing a small crush on him, thinking he’d never like you back. You always thought he was the more kinder one of the group. He never said flirty remarks to get you to pay attention to him, which was all the more reason to notice him. It was fun flirting with the other boys, for fun. You didn’t notice how Bob would get insanely jealous because they knew he had the hots for you, and would flirt with you to just piss him right off.

So when you walked through that door in the outfit he got off to the most, his jaw dropped. Tonight was going to be different, he bet. Everyone whistled and hollered as you strolled in. You were wearing a different outfit from your usual sundress get up, which caused the reaction. You borrowed a pair of Rooster’s aviators to go along with the fit. Posing for everyone, Bob just stared intensely. You were wearing another mans aviators, which made him feel a different way.

The whole night, he was staring at the length of your skirt. Every time you got up, it would stick to the seat and you’d have to reposition it. Bob was holding back from staring at you as you bent over the pool table. You purposefully were right in front of him, so he got the best view. He had an inkling that you did that on purpose, but why would you of all people tease him? Why not Rooster, or Payback. They were much more “godlike” than him, he thought.

When you sat back down next to Bob, your legs touched. He was wearing cargo shorts, and you seen him hitch a breathe when the touch occurred, so you waited to see how long this would last. You spent the next few minutes with your knees touching, and eventually you scooted closer so the side of your body was pressed right against his side. This was just torture to him, and know it became abundantly clear you were doing this on purpose. After a few torturous moments, Bob worked up enough courage to whisper in your ear.

“Can I talk to you outside for a second?” he asks, softly. You nod and he retreats outside. You waited a minute, then got up to join him. He was leaned against the bar wall, not noticing you walked out for a second before his face went soft.

“What are you doing?” he asked, facing towards you as you leaned yourself against the wall.

“What do you mean what am I doing?” you smirk lightly. Oh this is a game to you isn’t it, he thought. Of course you were torturing him, as if you not doing this wasn’t enough for him.

“You know what you’re doing, pretty girl” he smiles, pushing himself off the wall, moving towards you. He’s now a step or two away from you, directly in front, staring down into your eyes. You had the prettiest eyes, and the softest face imaginable.

Your breath hitches as you go to open your mouth, only for Bob to move in closer, leaning his right hand next to your head. You quickly closed your mouth, biting your lip as his pretty blue eyes turned dark. You peered down to avoid his devilish look in his eyes, to notice his hard on in his shorts. You quickly, and innocently looked back up, hitching your breath once more.

He leans in, catching a whiff of your shampoo. Smelled of coconut and vanilla. Of course this was turning him on even more, especially when you whimpered as he got close.

“Look what you do to me” he whispers, in a deeper voice than usual, right into your ear. You can feel yourself soaking through your white lace underwear. You chose to wear a matching white lace set, for no special reason. If you weren't already soaked to the core, you sure were now.

"I had no idea I had such an e-effect on you," you say, shooting a small smile. You move your hand out to touch his chest, slowly moving your hand further down. Bob is quick to stop you, before you make him lose his mind in public tonight.

"We're going home," he says in a deep voice, with his hand tightly around your wrist, "NOW." he adds. He drags you to his car, abandoning yours. Bob would end up getting someone to retrieve it for you at a later point, but that car was the least of his problems tonight.

As he opens the door and gestures you inside the passenger side, you place a kiss on his cheek. He gets all red and flustered, even more than he was before. The whole way home his hand was your thigh, slowly inching up. You had been teasing Bob all night, so now it was his turn. His time to show you who’s really in charge here.

As soon as Bob pulls into his driveway, he’s leaned over, one hand on your neck, the other is pushing against your damp panties. The sounds you were spilling out were like music notes to his ears.

“So wet already huh? I’ve barely touched you.” he grunts, sliding your panties to the side as he drags his digits through your slick folds. Once he makes his way to your clit, you’re a moaning mess.

“Look what you do to me” you mock his earlier comment, throwing your head back as he quickly inserts two fingers.

“I will have none of that attitude sweet girl” he mutters against your neck as he keeps pumping his digits in and out of you. Wet noises are filling his truck, along with the pretty little sounds coming out of you, that Bob loves so much. His mouth is all over your jaw, and your neck, also your collarbone. You were completely melted against the seat he was pushing you into. As soon as you felt that familiar feeling start to form in your stomach, you clenched your walls around Bobs large fingers. He knew you were close, and quickly pulled them out.

“No no no” you moaned out, wincing at the loss of contact. As much as Bob wanted to see you come undone on his fingers so easily, he wanted to tease you.

“Patience” he ordered. He licked his fingers clean of your juices, then proceeded to get out. He jogged over to your door, and saw your legs were jelly as you jumped out of the truck. “Need help my love?” he laughs. You nod slowly, and within seconds he’s swept you up bridal style as he kicks his truck door closed. Making way to his front porch, you’ve moved your mouth onto his neck, driving him crazy. You found a soft spot that made Bob weak in the knees, teasing with your tongue.

As soon as Bob got the door open, after minutes of fumbling the keys because you were still using the weak spot to your advantage, he quickly closed the door. Within a mere seconds, your legs were on the ground, and you were pinned against the door. His knee was shifting your thighs apart, as you buckled your hips onto his thigh, begging for any friction.

“Needy little girl,” he groans against your collarbone. Your hands found their way from his back, up to his hair. Giving little tugs on his hair, Bob was melting. He quickly hoisted you flush against him, with your legs wrapped around his waist. As he’s carrying you to his bedroom, he’s unhooking your bra, you begin giggling at how smooth it was, and he just sighs into your neck.

The moment he got to his bed, Bob threw you down. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, making sure you weren’t regretting it. “100% su-“ you try to say, before his lips are on yours. He’s making use of his hands, tearing your clothes off piece by piece. Grinding into your core to find friction. You’re like a couple of horny teenagers making out right now.

You were painfully aware of how naked you were, and how clothed Bob was. Once you both came up for air, he scooted you towards the edge of the bed while he dropped to his knees. He was painfully hard behind his shorts, one hand cupping his dick through them. The other hand was circling your clit, while he dived right in. Licking up and down, in through your core. Occasionally he would switch between sticking 2 fingers in you, while sucking on your clit.

The noises you were expelling were some of the best he has ever heard. You were so needy for him, and he loved that. Whatever he imagined while getting off alone? Not even half as good as this. “Oh god please please” you moan out, feeling yourself reach your climax once again.

“Beg more, sweet girl” Bob groaned against your cunt. The vibrations were sending you overboard, along with his fingers and mouth.

“Oh please, sir.” you suddenly blurt out. Bob momentarily stops, readjusting himself as somehow he’s become even more hard. All of a sudden, it was like a light switch was flicked. Bob sped up what he was doing, acting like a starved man. Clearly he had a sir kink (oooo boy).

“Yes baby, come on,” he groans, “come for me” he moans out as you come undone. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are in the back of your head. This was easily the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Bob quickly sits up from the ground, face glistening in the light, licking his lips.

As you were laying there in a daze, Bob quickly took off his shirt, and fumbled with his shorts, searching for a condom in his nightstand drawer. He finally found one, but before he could get it on, you sat up and pulled his boxers down, revealing his length, and my god was he HUGE.

“Oh god” he moans out as you take his length in your hand. Slowly pumping him, you swirl your tongue around his tip, moving the pre cum that was leaking out. He had to brace himself by holding one hand on to the headboard. The other hand was getting tangled in your soft hair. You took most of his length in your mouth, eliciting the hottest groans from him. He ever so slowly used his grip on your pretty little head to push you further, causing you to gag.

“Oh fuck sweet girl, just like that” he muttered out, nearly losing his balance as you were bringing him to his own climax. He quickly stopped you before he could finish, as much as he wanted to finish on your face, or in your mouth, he needed to feel you. You licked your lips as he was putting on the condom, hissing at the sensitivity.

You lean back on the bed, peering up at him through your eyelashes as he lined himself up, hoisting your legs around his waist. He slowly pushed in, getting you used to the length. It was a fair stretch, causing you to feel pain and pleasure. Once you were adjusted, you were practically crying, begging him to move.

“Bobby, please move.” you begged, seeing him smirk lightly. He moved one of his hands to your throat, gripping slightly. You hitched your breath as he slowly pulled himself out, only to ram back into you, his grip on your neck tightening. The sounds coming out of the both of you was pornographic.

His thrusts were heavenly, especially when he lowered himself onto you, bare skin touching. His hand was on your throat, his mouth was rotating from your lips, to your jaw, over to your neck, across your collarbone, slightly messing with your breasts, then back up to your lips again to continue the cycle.

You tied your ankles around his waist, pushing him deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot. This caused the most beautiful moan to come out of your mouth. Bob knew he hit the spot, and kept hitting it over and over again until you came on his dick. Feeling your walls clench around him was enough to also send him through his climax. You both laid there, panting, trying to gather your breath. He gripped your neck so tight at one point there were slight bruises.

After a few minutes pass, and both of your breathing has been regulated, Bob slowly removes himself from you. The loss of contact and fullness is devastating, feeling empty now. He quickly hurries to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth, also discarding his full condom. He returns moments later to clean you up, and find you comfy clothes. He settles on his old navy t-shirt. He helps it over your head, and pulls back his comforter to get you settled in bed.

Once he’s decent himself, he’s joined you, cuddling up behind you. “You did so good my love” he mumbles into your hair, pressing kisses to the top of your head. You turn around and nuzzle into his chest, resulting in him to pull you even closer. Within a few minutes, you’re fast asleep on his arm, with his other one draped around your waist. He’s never seen a more perfect sight.

Confident you can’t hear him, he starts rambling quietly. “I’ve loved you for so long,” he starts, playing with your hair, “I thank my lucky stars you walked into my life that day at the bar.” he places one more kiss to your head, and dozes off.

You did hear him. You will never forget those words.

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floydsglasses · 18 days

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𝙒𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝘿𝙖𝙬𝙣 - Robert "Bob" Floyd ( A Quiet Place AU)

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x AFAB OC/ Camille SUMMARY: It was a simple trip, go back into the city and get supplie's. Stay quiet to keep the monsters at bay, and get what they needed, both of them had stuck together since day one of the new world, swearing to not leave each other till the end. Those who dare to mess with either of them will learn the hard way.

Tags: Post apocalyptic setting, Established relationships, mentions of blood and wounds, revenge, bob basically going through it (Sorry), death, kidnapping, implied pregnancy, soft fluff, men being pervy (Srry) angst, implied m3rder, torture, swearing, self defense killing. Use of ASL

A/N SORRY FOR THIS ONE, I dont actually like this ending, im also dedicating this to mamachasemayehm, im so sorry for all that has happened to you I wish you all the best ❤️

WORD COUNT: 9,824

⏁⏁⏁ THE EDGE OF the wave’s crashed at the end’s of her feet. The sun setting painted the sky in a range of pink, orange and blue, she smiled looking up at the cloud’s, sighing in content. She counted herself lucky to be someone that was living in safety miles away from the city.

She wasn't even sure how dangerous the city is, she knows the monster’s that hunt by sound, that are the cause of the destruction she has witnessed. They were scary, they ruled the world. Only good thing about this new world was that she had him

She dug her bare feet into the sand, the soft damp texture between her toes. She held her knees to her chest, her ebony hair held in a tight ponytail with strands of hair loose around her face.

“Hey.” A soft deep voice spoke up, she looked over her shoulder. She gave a small wave at him turning back to the water. His shadow cast onto the sand next to her, he sighs as he take’s the same position as her.

“How are you feeling?” He asked her, she shrugged in response. “Better I think.” She admits, he nodded his head, the sun reflecting off his glasses.

“Do you wanna go to infirmary?” Bob ask’s her, she shakes her head. “No it’s just food not agreeing with me.” She reassured him.

“Are you sure? We don't have to do this trip if you aren't feeling it.” He tells her, the same sweet nature he had kept since the day they met. A smile creeped onto her face as she couldn't help herself.

“We can always make Rooster do the trip.” He suggests to her, she smirks, shaking her head. “You know you don't have to call him that anymore.” She mentions, he shrugged.

“Force of habit.” He says simply, she tap’s the damp sand. “I’m gonna be okay, and not to sound cocky but.”

“We are better at supply trip’s than Bradshaw.” Cami say’s with a smug smile, he shook his head.

“Oh so you can call him that but I can't call him Rooster?” He point’s out, and she shrugged again. “Well yeah.” She says with an obvious tone.

He playfully rolls his eyes. “Oh.” She perk’s up.

“Do you have your knife on you?” She wonder’s, his brows furrowed in confusion at her question.

“Why?” He asks simply.

“I wanna show you something.” She tells him, he reached around in his jean pockets, pulling out his tanto point knife, the deep oak wood glistening in the sunlight that shone on the beach. She took it from him standing up.

“Okay I wanna teach you this.” Cami told him, he raised a brow. “You need to know this, if someone catches you off guard.” She flip’s the blade around in her hand, catching it with one hand.

“Are you sure this is safe?” He ask’s her, she shakes her head.

“No but I don't think you'll get hurt.” She assure’s him, she extends her hand pulling up onto his feet. She stands next to the water, twirling the knife in one hand.

“Alright, I'm a bad guy with a knife. I run at you, what do you do?” She asks him. He stammered for an answer.

“Run the other way.” He answered unsure.

“No.well yes, but not in this situation.” Cami tells him, she shakes her head.

“I corner you, what do you do?” She questions, he smirks looking her up and down.

“Well if you corner me, I think you have an idea what would happen.” He teases her with a soft smile. Her face grew red, she shook her head. “I…I'll stop that.” She say's trying hide her smile. “Okay I'm sorry.” He laughs, she steps closer than him.

“You get cornered, someone swings at you.” She speaks slowly as she lifts up the blade. She takes his right wrist, bringing it to her’s.

“You grab my wrist, tight like this and you.” She instructs him, turning around with a knife in her hand now aimed at her face. Her back pressed against his chest, warming him from the heat of her body.

“They're gonna try and fight back against you, if that happens and you're against the wall.” She continued as she pressed further against him, his heart raced. “You use it.”

“The wall is your friend, hold yourself as tight as you can to it, and then use your free hand.” Cami order’s, she shovels herself off him.

“And you stab them.” She explains, “You understand?” She asks him.

“Alright now you try.” Cami tells him, his brow’s furrowed. “Are you serious?” He ask’s her, she nods her head.

“Yes, I want to make sure you know this.” She says, he looked down at the knife in her hand. She drops it, noticing his stare’s.

“We can do it without the knife.” She assure him. He shakes his shoulders, loosening himself up. She swing’s at him, he grunts as he grabs her wrist. Copying the same move, her back pressed hard against him as he held her wrist with both of his hands.

“Like this?” He ask’s her, she smirks looking down at his arm’s, the veins popping with how tight he holds her.

“More or less.” She answered. “You forgot one thing though.” She points out, his brows furrowed.

“What? What did I do wr-” She sweep’s his leg’s out from under him, he grunts as he falls onto the sand.

He coughs as he looks up at the pink and blue sky. She gets on top of his hip’s, holding both of his wrists, smirking with victory. He groans as he blinks, bit’s of sand on the lens of his glasses blocking his vision.

“You didn't plant your feet.” Cami whispered, he shakes his head, the world spinning around him as he collects himself.

“Oh.” He groans. She removes her hand’s from his wrist, his arm’s laying out in a t-pose. She sits up, her leg’s still stradling him as the sun illuminated her shadow on the sand.

“Are you okay?” She wonder’s with a soft chuckle, he groaned in response.

“Super.” He grit’s at him, she shakes her head at his sarcasm.

“I'm sorry I just like seeing you this way.” Cami told him, he smirked with his brow raised.

“On my back? He wonders.

“Maybe.” She says, she leaned forward caressing his cheek as she brought her lip’s to his, smiling into the kiss as his hands gently held her waist. She inhaled pulling away, her knees digging into the sand.

“If my head wasnt spinning this would be pretty nice.” He comment’s, she smile’s shaking her head, removing herself from him, extending her hand for him to take. Both of them get to their feet turning around walking back.

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SHE HOLDS her jacket close to herself, winter was bitterly ending and she could feel its effects as they both walked down the desolate street of what used to be San Diego. Her body covered in chill’s as she desperately tried to keep her warm on the inside, she didn't want to admit to Bob. She was tired, not exhausted.

Both of them had left at sunrise for the island, they knew it was gonna take a day or two to get what they needed for the couple hundred people on the island. There was already so much pressure on them she didn't want him to worry about her.

A tap on her shoulders makes her turn her head. Bob pushed up his glasses showing her the pocket map of San Diego, showing her the key for the next place for them to raid.

“How far is that?” Cami asked him, both of them already knew Sign Language before the world ended, she had taken deaf education at her college and taught kids. Him on the other hand learned it just because he wanted to.

“Just up the corner.” He tells her, she nods her head. “How are you feeling?” He ask’s her, she shakes her head.

“Cold. But I’ll be fine.” She sign’s, he nods his head. “If you want to stop, take a minute we can.” He tells her, she shakes her head.

“I'm fine, we have to do this.” She says, determination in her eye’s. He furrowed confused on why she was so set on getting supply’s.

“Where else do we have to go?” She changes the subject.

He sighed looking up at the cloudy skies, hoping it was going to rain so they could whisper to each other. “Pharmacy.” He signs.

“Excellent, what do we need?” She wonder’s, he pulls out a small notepad from his backpack. He was better prepared than her. “Find painkillers, needles and bandages.”

“And condoms apparently.” He smirks, hiding his laugh with a soft smile. She shook her head at their grocery list.

“Stolen again?” Cami ask’s, he shrugs.

“It wasn't me.” He clarifies, she raises a brow. “I didn't think it was.” She signed, his lips parted in o shape.

“There's nothing you wanna tell the class, Bob?” She teases him, he playfully roll’s his blue eyes.

“Shut up.” He signs.

It was pure luck that she found him. Both of them met right at the start of day one, she was supposed to be meeting a guy for a date. He was there as well, she didn't think someone quite like him would be at a restaurant as nice as the one she was at. They both started up a conversation with each other, then everything went down.

One of the alien’s had crashed through the window of the restaurant, he had shielded her from the glass, and she had distracted them when they had to run away from the sound seeking creature’s. Both of them agreed to stick together, having been that way for the last two years. They stop in front of a small pharmacy, its sign swinging gently in the wind, the window to the door broken as bit’s and pieces of the building hang out. She wondered what it may have been like for locals to have a pharmacy around the corner pharmacy.

“Do you want me to get you something? Do you need anything?” Bob wonder’s, she shakes her hand. “Just get what we need, I'll be okay.” Cami reasure’s him, she appreciated his concern but it was starting to feel smothering.

She carefully step’s over the glass, being sure to not step on anything.

She looked at the broken sign on the ground, while Bob grabbed pill bottle’s carefully. She was on a mission for something of her own. She felt in her stomach what felt like a cramp, she hoped that it was that so her hunt for feminine products would soon be over. Cami avoided the small mirror’s,her hair was greasy it almost made her happy no one but him could see her. She checked the scattered shelves, a neon pink package with the word’s, Tampax made her smile, happily snatching it up. Stuffing it away in her bag.

Her brown eyes stop on a bright blue box, the world's First Response in bold font. She looked over the shelves grabbing it, shoving it down her bag. She touches her braid nervously looking around her. He turned around the corner, a white pill bottle in his hand and a water bottle in the other.

“What is that?” She asks him. He turned the bottle around showing her the label, Advil. She nod’s her head, he takes out two, handing them to her. “Got what you need?” Cami asks him, downing the small red pills with water. He shakes his head.

“I need to look in the back.” He tells her.

“Insulin and needles aren't usually kept in the front.” She reminds him. She shivers, holding her arm’s close to herself, walking past the counter.

A Hand written sign with the word’s, ‘Back in Five minute’s’ The irony behind it.

Her tom lightly taps the floor. She had to trade out her sneakers for lightweight footwear, she was lucky enough to not have to be barefoot in this world. She couldn't imagine how it would be for someone living in their new world with no shoe’s.

She was very privileged to be on the island; a year ago she and Bob had been hunkering down in a beach house when they heard the song. “Beyond the Sea” playing on their radio, Bob was able to trace the signal of the radio tower to a distant island. The wind outside howled loudly.

He looks at the shelves for the medical supplies. Looking between the shelves watching the dark haired woman, her hair done in a single braid, the rest of her hair tucked away in a gray beanie.

He stop's in his trail, feeling a thick liquid beneath the sole’s of his feet, he slowly looked down, a pool of red, he covered his mouth as his heart fell to his stomach.

His hand shake’s as he follows the blood trail, the white tile on the pharmacy coated in a thick line of brown and red. His eyes widened as he looked down, a man with green eyes stared at him lifeless, holding his side as it leaked out onto the floor. The gash was deep, not from the talon’s of the creature’s.

He looked closer at the deceased man, Bob could see several wound’s to man’s torso. His chest rose up and down as tears came to his eyes.

He gasped as he feel’s an arm around his shoulders, Cami looked at him fearfully.

“What is it?” She asked him, he pointed at the wall. Her heart skipped a beat as goosebumps flooded her body. She gagged holding her mouth as a queasy feeling overcame her suddenly, she turned on her feet walking out the opened alley door.

She emptied the contents of her stomach onto the wet concrete, she coughed as she kept reacting,he held her braid away from her face as she finished. Cami groaned softly, wiping her mouth leaning on the wall. “I'm okay.” Cami reassures him. Her brows furrowed as she tapped him on the arm, pointing down the alley.

Both of them look at each other then at the dumpster where a man with blonde hair in a mullet, holding a bowie knife coated in fresh blood that dripped onto the ground. He slowly looked up at the couple.

Bob holds out his hand up in surrender, holding his arm to shield Cami from the possible threat. His lip quivered as his eyes stared at them widened, his breath shaky.

The both of them could understand clearly what had happened. The man looked to the sky, inhaling deeply. Bob shake’s his head pleading with him silently, Cami stood up grabbing his hand with a tight grip. Their breathing shaky with fear.

He looked at them one last time, determination fiery in his eyes. He opened his mouth a scream of agony, echoing off the city wall’s and back to them.

Cami take’s Bob’s hand as they both sprint away. Their heart’s pounding as blood rushes from their heads, quickly and desperate to get far as they could from the inevitable. Bob gasps as he slip’s on a puddle collapsing to the ground, scrambling to get to his feet.

Cami huff’s as she puts all of her weight on him, holding his mouth to keep quiet. His blue eye’s shadow over with tears as they are forced to listen to the inhumane crie’s filling the air. Glasse’s shatter’s once more as the hears the final blow from the creature.

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THE FIRE CRACKLED and popped, the rain outside patterned away heavily on the roof of the abandoned home. Photos had since fallen off the wall, notebook paper with crayola drawing turning yellow, sometimes she would look at home’s like this and wonder what it may have been like. Were they a big happy family that celebrated holidays with each other each year or was it a happy facade that hid away at the crack’s of the broken family.

Bob look’s up from his book, neither of them were really speaking with each other. She didn't have much to say, her mind kept slinking back to the day’s events. She hadn't realized how bad things were in the city, how naive the both of them were.

He takes a seat next to her on her sleeping bag on the floor. She held her knees against her chest as thunder rumbled outside. He leaned over to his bag, pulling out a small blue ipod with a spongebob sticker on it.

He pulled out the wired headphones, untangling them. “You brought that with you?” She asked him, he nodded.

“Why wouldn't I?” He whisper’s, her lip’s form a thin line.

“I just thought that it was too precious to bring with you.” Cami points out, the light from the fireplace illuminated his shadow onto the ceiling fan.

“I didn't really bring it for myself.” He tells her. Thunder rumbled outside as he handed it over to her, she licked her lip playing with the button’s.

“I know you like music to calm down.” He says, the screen lit up with a click of her thumb, she sighed sadly. He had found it during the first few weeks of the apocalypse, hunkering down in an electronics store in downtown San Diego. Most of the music left on the device being from 70’s to 2000’s,

She clicks recently played songs. Hovering over the button. She wiped her face, her body felt fatigued.

“I’m so tired.” She mumbled touching her braid, his brow furrowed in concern. “What is going on with you?” Bob wonders.

“It's nothing, it's just ..been a long day, and you know it.” Cami dismissed. He bit his lip, she was downplaying her own problem and he wished that she wasn't. He didn't care much about how much they were able to pack away, he just wanted her to feel better.

“Yeah I get that but you have been this way the last few days.” He point’s out, she shakes her head.

“It’s not a big deal, I’ll be fine tomorrow.” Cami reasure’s. His gaze on her softened, the light of the fire reflected onto her face. “I just don't.” He stuttered.

“I don't want to see you get hurt.” He admitted, his deep voice cracking at the end. Her eyes darted as she looked at him “Cause what If I end up like that guy in the alley?” He wonder’s.

“You're not..you won't.” Cami shake’s her head, her voice smooth. she brings her hand’s to his cheek gently caressing him.

“I don't want to.. I don't want to have to do what he did.” Bob says softly, she brings her lip’s to his forehead, holding him closely as he wraps his arms around her shoulders holding her closely, the warmth of the fire radiating from the couple.

“You won't ever have to do that.” She whispered in his ear. “I promise.” Her voice silky virated against him. He sighed into her shoulder, her hand’s trailed from his face to his shoulders holding him close, inhaling his scent of cypress. Still embracing they lay next to each other, with a free hand he grabs the ipod, his finger’s untangling the white wire’s. Placing one of the earbuds in her over-covered ear, clicking on the center button starting the music.

The soft guitar of Neil Young’s Harvest Moon play’s in her ear. Camile sighed in content, letting herself succumb to the fatigue that flooded her. The rain outside continued heavily, he kept her close, feeling her heart steadying as she fell asleep.

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THE FIRE died as the night went on, his broken watch showing the time, 12:09AM. He couldn't bring himself to sleep, no matter how much he shut his eyes he kept seeing the man in the alley. The way his hands shook as he stared at the both of them, it was haunting to him how the man simply let himself die, not being able to live with what he had done.

The rain had stopped, which did not settle his nerve’s knowing that it set him up for more danger. Behind him he can hear his girlfriend shuffle in her sleeping bag, on her lip’s a soft smile laid, dreaming about anywhere but where they were.

During the day, he saw the color in her face slowly become sickly pale, draining the russet color from her. The bead of sweat she wiped away, saying she was just hot from the sun, he knew was a lie. He wanted to help, and she was too stubborn to admit she needed it, he sighed leaning over to his bag pulling out his notebook ripping out a spare sheet. Writing with his pen,

“I'll be back, went to get more meds 4 u.” Doodling a smile with glasses, he smirked to himself at his own cheesiness. He set it down on his pillow in her peripheral sight, he hoped she didn't wake up early, he leaned over kissing her on the forehead.

He wanted to reassure her he would be back, but he couldn't talk. He picked up the messenger bag with cans they had collected, tip toeing on the floor before getting out the front door. He walked through the vacant neighborhood passing by the overturned cars and abandoned bicycle’s.

He had witnessed the horror of day one of their new normal. The way the creature’s moved at the slightest sound, the clicking that came from their flower petal head’s that he had only caught glimpse of.

This world was dangerous, scary and depressing. It would be much more difficult to do it alone, it scared him what may have happened if he had chosen not to be in that restaurant that day, would he be dead like everyone else?

He stepped inside the pharmacy, being only a five minute walk must have been a godsend to the people. He avoided the glass on the floor, the backdoor lightly swinged as the wind outside howled.

He looked at the blue signs that hung above the isle’s, flu and cold. His finger’s trailed on the cool metal as he read each box and bottle. He wasn't sure on which one would be the most effective, beginning to grab any that said Extra on them. A snap pulled him out of his focus, his heart dropped to his stomach at the sudden sound. He patted his side for his knife, it hidden away in his sheath. His initials etched into the brown leather, cami had taken the time to stitch in a feather for him.

He rounded the corner of the isle’s. Scanning over the label of a bottle, Maybe it’s allergies and she is just— He gasped as a cloth clasped down over his mouth, muffling his pant’s of terror, he desperately reached for his knife, his arms held behind his back.

He grunted, thrashing back and forth trying to get out. His eyes darted back and forth, two men with their mouths covered by bandana’s. Other two stood off their faces covered as they stared at him down. He groaned as his face met the wet pavement of the street.

On his lower back, he can feel a weight pressed deep. One of the men scoffed, looking him up down, predator and prey. He bends down, his dirty fingernails caressing his cheeks. He snatched the man’s bifocal glasses off his face, his vision blurring instantly.

“Where do you think he came from?” A bald man wearing a blue bandana signed. The other two shrug in response.

“Might be hunkering down in those old suburbs.” Red bandana signs. They take Bob’s messenger bag, searching its contents as he trashed it against his captor’s. Setting down the can’s and pil’s softly on the ground.

“You think he is alone?” Yellow bandana asked, Blue shrugged. “You don't see anyone else do ya?” He point’s out.

“We gonna take him to an auction?” Yellow wonder’s, Red’s knee pressed further into the man’s back, he bit down as the sharp pain shot through his body.

“I doubt he even make it to the stage.” Red sneared, smirking with venom. A light metal clicking makes Bob perk up, bit’s of cement stuck to his cheek’s. Blue’s eyes widen as he read the lettering engraved into the dog tags.

“Check it out, military.” He signs, Bob could make out some of their motion’s even without his glasses. His heart pounded in his ears as he listens to them toss his dog tag’s to each other.

“What kind of name is BOB?” Red signed to blue, he shrugged with his sinister smirk. Red’s dirty nail’s dangled the medallion against his cheek. “Ronan said any military we take for question.” Yellow points out, blue and red look up at each other. “Looks like we will have some fun tonight boy’s.”

Bob grunted, thrashing as he was forced back up. These men were not friendly, and he was sure that these people were a part of the group that Fanboy and Rooster had warned them about. The radical’s who were desperate for blood.

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HER BROWN EYES fluttered open. She turned over, the lack of a shadow casting from the dying fire confused her. The red plaid sleeping bag remained unpaid and a single notebook paper.

“I'll be back, went to get more meds 4 u.” Cami’s heart pounded, he went off on his own- she think’s. She groaned, getting to her feet, holding her head as she collected her thought’s. Maybe he went far and he was just taking time to avoid making a sound.

She looked down at her wrist, her neon pink wrist watch with the cracked glass, the time reading; 12: 20AM. She hoped that he hadn't been gone for long and he was coming back soon. Her bare feet slapped against the tile as she walked across the floor, she hoped that she didn't step on the loose tile.

She walked up the stairs, looking down the empty hallway. Lifeless with the paint slowly peeling away, picture’s overturned or broken. It was sad, a family torn from the world so quickly. It reminded her where she had grown up with her parents till she was fourteen, going to live with her uncle Curtis on his ranch outside San Diego.

She used to have a big family till her parents had passed away, her grandparents had long left her, and her only relative left was her doom’s day prepping uncle. He taught everything that he thought she should know. She used to think he was crazy and did too many hallucinogens as a teenager. To be fair to him now, she bet he was laughing when the alien’s showed up.

Cami stepped inside a pink bedroom, a small twin size bed in the corner with unmade quilt sheets. The toy’s scattered on the floor, and clothes thrown around, her tinkerbell blanket acting as a makeshift curtain, it reminded her of her own childhood bedroom.

CLING!

She flinched getting on the floor, her heart pounded at the sudden noise. She covers her mouth leaning against the wall, listening for what may have caused the disruption. There is no one here, only two things could be responsible for the sound.

The monster’s who hunted anything that disturbed their perfect world, she had been careful had they could have heard her, unless it was the other thing. People, and not good one’s. She pushed back the strand’s of loose hair, peeking over the window seal.

In the street’s, two dark sholleute’s illuminated from the cloudy moon. Her stare fell to their hand’s, crossbow. Same ones that used to fire arrows on two survivors of the island, at least that’s what she had heard.

What do they want? She thinks in a panic. Their light’s shined in each direction of the neighborhood, entering each house briefly looking around and it wouldn't be long before they would be looking in her house. Where’s Bob when you need him, she thinks. She inhaled deeply as she began to devise a plan, she had no reason to harm them they haven't done anything to her…yet. She moved away from the window, looking around for an object. If she could distract them it could give her time to hide, or fight. In the corner, a red and blue rubber ball, Perfect, She thinks, she tiptoed across the pink carpet picking up the ball clutching it to herself.

Her feet padded heavily against the wood as she got to the master bedroom, she kneed the bed as she opened the window creaking with the crank turning. She looked at the neighboring house, a tree with its leaves slowly growing back,

Cami grunted as she threw it at the branches, it snapped bouncing between each other getting stuck. Both men look between each other, looking for the noise. She didn't spare any time rushing downstairs, she picked up her backpack as she watched them.

Blue bandana walked around the front of the house, his grip on the trigger of his crossbow never leaving. She furrowed her brows as a glist from his pocket shone in her eye’s from the moonlight. She squinted her eye’s, her heart racing.

A silver and gold tinted bifocals laid in his pocket, a scratch in the corner of the glass. This wasn't just any run of the mill glasses, it was the one of the man she loved. Her blood boiled in anger pulling on the handle of her ebony knife. Red bandana’s heavy boot’s scruff against the tiled floor, his flashlight shining in each room. His partner with his blue bandana, follow’s right behind him. In the living room by the fireplace, that remained with ember’s, laid two sleeping bags unmade.

He turned around. “Someone else was with him.” Red pointed out, he nodded.

“Where do you think they went?” Blue ask’s, his partner shrugs with his light. “Might have skipped out, trouble in paradise?” He joked.

“You check the bags, I'll go look outside.” Red order’s him, blue mock salutes him with two fingers, Red step’s through the broken sliding door on the wood patio. In the center of the green backyard amongst the overturned swing set, a dirty pool with leaves floating on the top, green and brown coloring the water.

His nose turned up in disgust, he can only imagine the feel of the water. He shines his light in the corner, looking around for signs of life, though he was pretty sure no one was in the house, does not explain the tree sound.

Crack!

He turned on his heels, looking around as his heart pounded in fear. He aimed his crossbow at the roof of the house, the sound didn't return easing his nerve’s. He gasped as his body met the cold water that weighed him down.

He gasped for air as he broked for the surface. A figure blurred from the water, held him by the collar.

“Where is he?!” She demanded, he coughs up water.

“What?!” He ask’s, she grunt’s shoving him under, he gagged as he arose again. She holds up the bifocals’ to him. “The man, where is he?!”

Her teeth gritted staring at the man. “Tell me where you took him?!” Cami ordered.

“I dont know what the fuck your talking about!” He exclaims, she shakes her head shoving him over the edge of the deep end. He grunted as flayed around under the dirty water, he was forced back to the surface again.

“Where did you take him?” Cami demanded, her shoulder tense as her eye’s fired with anger. He shakes his head, faking confusion. She reached for her waist, grunting as she pulled out her knife, her blade grazing his cheek as he stared at her fearfully.

“You tell me where he is, or I'll cut your fucking throat.” She threatened with her eye’s dark, gripping the back of his head, pulling on his wet hair. He groaned as she drugged her blade across his cheek, blood dripping into the water.

“Steel plant.” He shiver’s out, her lip’s straightened. “Where?” Cami growled, her fingernail’s digging into his head.

“Ahhh…by the dock’s, they're keeping him there till Ronan decides what to….do.” He stammered, his eye clouding with tear’s “Are you lying?!” She growled, her blade pushing further into his cheek, he moaned in pain shaking his head. “No no I swear.” He state’s in a whisper.

“Please..I have a wife, a baby…she is only two, you don't have to do this.” The man pleaded with her desperately, blood flowing down his face as he begged her with mumble’s of please’s, and prayed.

“You're wrong about that.” Cami whisper’s, his eyes widened, she shakes her head shoving him away from her. “Get the fuck out of here, and dont come back.” She ordered, he nodded his head.

He quickly got out of the dirty water, climbing over the edge and stumbling away from her. She touched her wet braid as her mind raced with tought’s, she almost killed a man. She swam to the edge of the pool lifting herself up.

With a grunt she is forced back into the water, she groans muffled as her body holds tight to the floor, she gasps as she breaks for air. Blue bandana gripped her ebony hair with an iron grip.

“Stupid bitch.” He whisper’s, she snapped away his wrist with her free hand, the other gripped the black handle plunging her blade deep into the man’s abdomen. A scream of anguish filled the air as did an inhumane roar.

Sounds of tree branches and wood snapping. Cami takes a deep breath looking at the roof, she grunts as she dives into the shallow end, pushing the man into the deep end. In the muffled brown water the sound of splashing and screech’s play to her. She gasped for air, she held herself to the algae tiled end. The creature’s strong arm’s flung around in the water as it clung to the surface world, failing as its body slowly fell flat, floating dead. Cami sighed in relief, her body shivering. In her other hand, glasses with water droplets thankfully not cracked, and on the other her bloody knife.

Where are you? She thinks.

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HIS BODY ACHED as he slowly regained his consciousness, he could make out very few things but he was sure he wasn't in the suburban home anymore. He groans opening his mouth, restricted to the feeling of cloth in his mouth and around his jaw. He grunted, against the cutting feeling against his wrist. “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” A voice whispered to him, he panted looking up from his lap. A blurry figure sat away, two other men stood next to the man in the center, staring him down like prey.

“You know it’s one thing to trespass in our city.” The man start’s, looking between the two bandanas, “But to do it after that explosion two weeks ago is ballsy.” He state’s, Bob furrowed a brow.

He shakes his head grunting against the cloth. “Relax, we just wanna ask you some questions, and here we can see it’s all deep underground.”

“You know what else that means?.” He asked standing up, he placed a hand on the captive man’s shoulder, leaning forward whispering in his ears. “No one but me will hear you scream.”

His blue eyes widened in anger, he gritted his teeth struggling against the rope that dung into his wrist. The two men walk to the opposite side of him, one pulls the cloth away from his mouth.

“Who do you work for?” The man with his hair buzzing asks him, he shakes his head. “No one.” Bob answered truthfully, these men were not gonna know if he was lying or not.

“Now son, you and I both know that god frowns upon lying, and if you lie to me I will assure you that your end will not be quick.” His southern drawl deep at the end, his lip’s form a thin line.

“Where did you come from?” The man ask’s, Bob glared at him.

“Nowhere.” He says calmly, the man sadly smile’s. He shakes his head, biting his lip. The man swing’s his face punching him in the jaw. Bob groans, his hair is grabbed forcing him to look up.

He picks up a bag, removing the object’s from it. He set the can’s and medicine in front of him on an old tire. The man smirks, looking him up and down.

“Who is this for then?” He demanded, Bob shake’s his head. “No one.” He groaned as his hair was tugged on tightly. “We provide for those who cannot provide for themselves, we shower those with the fruits of our labor.” He quotes, chuckling darkly.

“Certainly you werent gonna eat this can of peaches all on your own now were you?” His captor wondered. He rolled his eyes. “I like fruit.” Bob answered plainly.

“Sure you do, and I bet that these.” He says picking up the orange bottle of oxy. “Were just for fun.” He chuckle’s.

“Yes, I want to pop one, good for the nerve’s, or are you already on to something special? .” Bob remarked, the man scrunched his nose up.

“Your a pretty mouth fucker for being tired up.”

Bob smirked, in the back of his mind he was hoping that Cami had been smart and fled to the island. These men were more dangerous, and he couldn't imagine what they would do if they found her alone. The image’s flood his mind of her helplessly surrounded by men, the blood in him boiled in fury.

“We don't get many of you because well you.” He chuckled again, taunting him in a way.

“Now that.” He picked up a can of green beans, tossing it lightly.

He grunt smacks the end of it to his nose. He moaned as his world spun around, he panted as blood trickled onto the concrete floor.

“We can't have it.” He sneered.

“Tell me where you came, better be the fucking truth.” He ordered, he gripped his dirty blonde hair with an iron grip. Bob shake’s his head with wide eye’s.

“Nowhere I swear I'm all alone.” He pleaded.

“Now now Robert.” He spat out his name with venom. “We already said lying will get you nowhere.”

“I’m not lying.” Bob state’s, the man’s eyes flashed with anger as he once again swung at his face, he shook his head in disapproval.

“I know where you came from! And I know there are more of you, NOW tell me where your base is?!” He exclaimed, Bob licked his lip’s as he closed his mouth, copper filled his tongue as he stared in the green eye’s of his captor.

“Military took my wife, she left with one and you are military so FUCKING ANWSER ME!” He growled in his face, his nail’s digging into his cheeks as he forced him to look at him. He remained silent.

“Maybe some motivation will help.” He ask’s, he shoved the pilot away from him. He looked at the other men.

“Grab it.” He state’s.

“Yes Ronan.” One answer’s he glare’s at them. “What did i fucking say about calling me by my name!” He exclaimed.

“Sorry sir, here you go.” The bandana answers by handing him four polaroid photos. He smirked, holding one up to the tied up man. His heart raced as he recognized those picture’s imdeiatly.

“She’s pretty.” Ronan say’s. In the photo was his girlfriend, dressed in sleep short’s and his yellow San Diego shirt, grinning at the camera with her messy black hair unkempt. It was lazy morning for the both of them, he couldn't help but capture the moment.

“Bet you would do anything for her, and you seem like the type to never want to leave his wife’s side.” He summarizes, his glare deepened as his thumb caressed her face. A fury burned deep in him, almost possessive.

“I can respect that.” Ronan tell’s him, his heart pounded.

In this man he could see everything that this world had turned people into, the underbelly of humanity. He moved to another photo.

“Now that is sweet.” He comment’s, holding it up. She had taken it spur of the moment, she kissed him on the cheek and snapped the picture. “Now I bet she doesn't leave your side either.

“You know I think…that you didn't come alone.” Ronan taunted, his blue’s eyes widened at his word. “Oh…she did, didn't she?” He covered his mouth in surprise. He pulled another photo out, the wolf whistled looking between the tied up man and the polaroid.

“Now this one.” He start’s. He moaned, licking his lips and taking his seat back. He turned the polaroid around for Bob to see. His heart skipped a beat, in the image was a private gag photo she gave him, for him only, it was never meant to be seen by anyone. With the flash on, she had her shirt lifted with her bare breast exposed, winking at the as on hand covering her other bare chest. “I bet she feels really good.” He scoffed. Bob shook with anger in his face. He blinked slowly as Ronan leaned forward to him. “Just between us.” He whispers.

“How does she feel?” He questions with a wide smirk. Bob’s mouth widened as he spat dark red onto the man’s, he cackled as the man fell over onto the floor. He smirked with red blood coloring his teeth. “

How does that feel, huh?” He wiped his mouth on his jacket, spitting at the man again. His eye in fury looked at the captive man.

“I’m not fucking telling you anything.” He spoke up.

“Get him up,put him in the chamber.” Ronan ordered in fury.

The two men forced the blonde up from his chair dragging him into a no longer functioning furnace. Both men climb inside, forcing the pilot to the metal floor. Ronan towered over him, bending on his knees. He cut’s Bob’s tape from his ankle, keeping his hand bound. “See how you feel without a little bit of air.” He tells him. “In the morning he is done.” Ronan says, walking out. His blue eyes looked at him fearfully. The two men exit, closing the steel door with the slam of the latch. He choked as he felt the oxygen leave the room almost instantly.

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THE TWO MEN SMIRKED, both inhaling on the end’s of their cigarettes, the star’s began to fade away, dawn approaching in a short hour. Four men played guard to their prisoner as they waited for the boss to give an answer to what they would do with him. Two stayed outside while two more watched downstairs in the basement.

“How much did you win from that game?” Yellow bandana ask the man in black black, his brows furrowed as he thought.

“11 grand.” He signs, yellow nodded impressed with his partner. “Shit, wish I had that.” He says, from the shoot that led down to the basement, a man in a black baseball cap and purple bandana emerged.

“What are you doing?” Yellow asks him, he climbs over looking at the both of them. “Taking a piss.” He signed, they grimaced as they shook head’s at him.

“So how long did you stay there?” He asked his friend, and he shrugged. “About twenty years, then I left.” He answers.

“Damn man.”He sign’s off, a grunt in the distance catche’s their attention. They spun around to look at the other end of the factory. The other guard return’s, adjusting his hat.

“Get clogged up?” Black bandana signs, he looked up, flipping them the obscene gesture with his middle finger. They chuckled as they kept smoking.

Downstairs the guard climbed back down, his boot’s thumping heavily against the ground as his baggy jacket swung around. In the center of the basement, Bob remained tied to the chair he was in. His face littered with different blow and cut, his arm’s slumped down as he looked only at his feet.

“Damn that was quick.” Green bandana comments, he nodded in agreement as he circled the room looking at the prisoner. Green slumped against his chair, holding on to his crossbow.

“He ain't talking, guess we took it all out of him.” He commented, he looked at the stack of tires next to him, the polaroid photos still laying there. He smirked, reaching for them as he admired them.

“Fuck.” He grumbled with a lick of his lips, he looked at the battered man sitting across from him

“You know if we find your lady you mind if I have a spin with her?” He asks him.

“It’s cool if you do..but im keeping this photo right here.” He tells him holding up the nude photo of Cami, his stare staying on the ground.

“Hope you understand..I don't get much action these days if you know what I mean.” Green scoff’s.

“You don't but that’s alright.” He grumbled, the man looked down at the photograph again, his palm kneading the end of his pant’s.

“Damn.” He whispers. Green leaned over to purple, he stops as he looks at him. “Ever seen a rack like this?” He asks cackling, purple’s deep laugh’s slowly at his friend as he admires the photo.

He lunged forward, wrapping his arm under his windpipe, locking him in place as he gasped for air, clawing at purple’s arm’s as he desperately clung to air. His slowly closed shut as his body fell slump, unconscious. Bob furrowed his brow confused at his actions.

“Why did you do that?” He wonder’s, purple turned around marching over to him, unsheathing a knife from his waist, cutting through his ankle restraints. “Why are you helping me?” He wonders.

“Because who else loves you enough to come after you.” A female voice say’s, his heart flutters as he recognizes the deep brown eyes that looked up at him. He smiled warmly as she removed her bandana.

“Cami?” He breathed out. She caressed his cheek, running her thumb softly over the cut’s on his face.

“What did they do?” She asked in disbelief.

“They tried to break me.” He whisper’s out, she shakes her head getting up, she grunt’s cutting through the duct tape around his wrist. He groan at the pressure leaving his hand’s, and she walked around. He brought his hands to her cheek’s, cressing the scratches and cuts on her cheeks.

“Are you hurt?” He asked her, his thumb running over the dried brown stain on her cheek, she shook her head. “I'm fine.” Cami stated.

“Did they hurt you?” He asks again, she grabs his hand pulling them away from her. “No..save your voice, we don't have much time.” She tells him.

“What are you talking about?” He wonders, shaking his head confused. She looked down at the unconscious man, she walked over to him snatching his bandana off his face tossing it to her boyfriend.

“You put that on, his jacket should fit you.” She explains, she collected the thing’s removed from his sack, shoving the polaroid photos in the bottom. “You're gonna go upstairs, pretend to be him.” She order’s.

“Okay then what?” He ask’s her, she grunts as she takes off the heavy jacket from the bandit, tossing it back to him.

“He comes back down here, I will knock him out.” She explains. He hadn't seen her this way before, taking charge and so focused. It almost scared him, and helped him with how was feeling.

He wanted to tear these men apart for even daring to mess with them, for even thinking of touching her the way he does. She picked up the crossbow from the ground, reloading it, turning to look at him.

“When you get up there, knock out the last guard, we aren't too far from the boat and I already put our bag’s there.” Camiele quickly explained to him, he nodded his head compiling. He put his arm through the large jacket, wrapping the green bandana on his face.

“How did you find me?” He wonder’s, she turned on her heels. “What my uncle taught me.” She tells him blankly.

“I cant believe they fucking took you.” She grumbled, her shoulders tense as moved things around. His mouth parted at her fury.

“Did you kill them?” He asked her, and she stopped.

“Not me, the creature heard one when he tried to kill me.” She state’s, his heart pounded at her fast pace.

“It doesn't matter if we have to do this now or never.” She continued. He grabbed her hand as she walked by, she looked at him in his teary blue eyes as he stared at her. Without his glasses, he truly looked like a battered man with each bruise that was forming on his tan skin.

“You didn't leave.” He says, her gaze softened for a moment. “Never.” She whispered, she leaned forward on her tiptoes kissing his cheek. She pressed her forehead against his.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” She whispered, pulling away, he adjusted his cap on his head. He walked over to the ladder, turning to look at her. Good luck, she signed to him.

He takes a deep breath as he begins to climb to the hatch. He carefully pushed up the lid, setting it back up. His heart pounded in his ears as he swung his leg’s over the metal, he strided over to the two men chain smoking.

They laughed, turning to him. Yellow raised a brow at him. “Switched already?” He signed to him.

“Yeah, he’s in the chamber.” He signed in response. Black scoffed. “Being mouthy again?” He asks him.

“I ought to teach em something about respecting superior’s.” Black sneared, bob’s shoulders shook in anger, he cleared his throat.

“Well do it then.” He signed with a dark chuckle.

Black nodded his head, flicking his cigarette. He patted green on the shoulders as he paced over to the shoot. Bob leaned against the brick wall, looking out at the skyline as the sun had picked through the yellow and blue night.

Yellow tap’s the ground. “With all these people coming back, maybe we will find that place.” He tells him, he raised a brow. They kept asking about the island, mentioning something about a wife.

“I don't know I kind of like this.” Bob played along, yellow took a drag of his cancer stick blowing out smoke.

“What?” He asks him. He shrugged.

“Getting killer view’s like this.” He pointed out at the sky, Yellow turned his head, leaning out, he smirked under his facial covering. It looked like something witnessed in a painting, with each color perfectly chosen. The man gagged as the windpipe was blocked, he clawed at the arm that choked him. Yellow grunt’s he elbowed the man behind him, Bob stumbled back, he panted holding his bruised rib.

Yellow’s eyes darkened, he tackled him onto the concrete. Bob huffed as he clawed at him with the strength he had left, the man on top of him growled as he wrapped his fingers around his throat, squeezing the air from his lungs.

Bob gagged as he scratched at his face, pushing his face cover off him. Yellow’s smiled looking down at him, he gasped as sharp pain was felt into his back, he turned over his shoulder seeing a woman with a dark braid.

He gripped the blade that stuck out his back, his eyes widened as he removed it from his back, hissing with his teeth as he held up the blood soaked metal to the rising sun. He grunts as he swung at the young woman.

She ducked, kicking him away from her. Yellow’s arm’s are restricted as he backs into a wall, into a person. Bob grunted as he pushed the blade away from himself, keeping his feet firmly placed on the ground, pressing deep against the brick as the man fought hard.

With his free hand he gripped the man’s hand, plunging the knife into his throat. The blood dripped down his mouth as he stumbled around, desperately stopping the blood that gushed out, finally collapsing to the ground with a gurgle. Bob sighed in relief, turning around. His hand shaking as his heart pounded, he couldn't believe what he had done, he had killed a man. He didn't think he was actually capable of actually killing someone, much less stabbing one.

Cami’s breath shake’s as she extends her arm’s bringing him close. The morning cold shivered up and down her body, he placed his chin on her forehead as they held each other. Her brown eyes rolled into the back of her head as she began to feel faint. She fell forward into his chest, he grunted catching her with both of his arm’s as she laid limp against him.

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DAWN HAD finally come, shining through the windows of the small home. On the plaid couch in front of the fireplace, Camile laid asleep, a fluffy blue blanket clutched against her body. She groaned, turning over as her brown eyes slowly fluttered open.

Her eye’s slowly adjusted to the bright light that shined. She recognised where she was, the familiar scent of cedarwood and bayberry filling her nose, bit’s of clothing on the floor and on the mantle photos from the world before. She was home.

She didn't have time to relax as her tongue watered with an awful taste, she clutched her mouth as she leaned over to the teal trash bin next to her, emptying the contents of her stomach into it, she gagged as the potent smell filled her nose.

She moaned in relief leaning back against the couch. The floorboard creaks making her perk up, she turned over looking in the kitchen arch way. There stood her boyfriend, wearing jeans and a dark green henley shirt, unbutton at the top. “Are you okay?” Bob ask’s her, she nodded her head touching her forehead.

He walked over to her, a plate in hand as he sat on the coffee table. His face was cleaned up, the cut’s on his head covered with a small white bandage. A bruise painted his lip’s, his bifocal covered most of the damage done to his eyebrow.

“What happened?” Cami wonder’s, he sighed. “You passed out, and I had to drag you to the boat.” He explained plainly, he handed her a cup of water with two red tablets in his hand.

“You have been asleep since this morning, and I had you checked out at the infirmary, you weren't hurt.” Bob reassures her, his voice low and raspy, probably from the suffocation.

Cami groaned sitting up, her bare legs being met with the brisk and warm air of the small cottage. She looked down, she guessed that he had changed her clothes for her, graciously he kept her shirt on.

“What about you?” She wondered, he shrugged the question off. “Couple bruised ribs, busted lip and eye brow, fancy shiner growing on my forehead as for my eye’s.” He stop’s, her eye’s widened.

“What..what is it?!” Cami asked concern, his blue eyes met her dark eyes.

“I don't think I can see very well.” He tells her, his lip’s forming a mischievous smirk, she shook her head at his behavior.

“Not funny.” She scold’s him. He bit his lip shaking his head. “Couldn't resist.” He says.

She leaned forward, taking the drink from him, swallowing the water and pill’s. Slushed the water around in her mouth to get rid of the puke taste, spitting into the bin next to her. She groaned holding herself.

“Feels Like I was hit by a truck.” She joked to him, laughing weakly. Her hair had bit’s coming out, he knew not to touch her hair unless she allowed him to, she allowed her hair to grow long then ceremoniously she cut it when she knew it was time.

“Well I can imagine.” He says, she looked up at him.

“Bob..I’m sorry..I should have been on guard..you were just trying to help me and I just.” She stuttered out, he shook his head. He placed his hand on her’s. “Stop-it wasn't anyone’s fault, and definitely not yours, Cam.” He reassures her.

“We both knew they were in the city, and you got hurt trying to help me.” Cami countied, he shook his head. “I should have fu- I should have just stayed.” She mumbled.

“You didn't, and you didn't leave me behind either.” Bob reminds her, his voice soft with reassurance. “You fought like hell.”

“And would do the same for you in a heartbeat.” He state’s, her heart skipped a beat in her chest, her eye’s darting between his as she relaxed, his hand’s holding her own. She looked down.

“What is it?” He wonder’s, his calloused hand rubbed circle’s on her palm. She took a deep breath building up the courage in herself. “Bob..I uh.” She stop’s. She inhaled again. “I think I’m pregnant.” She revealed, his lips parted as he stared at her.

His heart pounded as his mind began to flood with image’s as thing’s finally added up. Cami looked at his concern, the color left his face as he just stared up at her in shock and confusion.

“Are…are you sure?” He mumbled, she shrugged her shoulders unsure. “I think so, I mean look at the signs right?” She chuckled, he blinked, running his fingers through his hair. “You're not..mad are you?” Camile asked, her heart dropped to her stomach at the thought of him leaving. He shook his head as his mouth began to form a smile. He placed his hand on her shoulders.

“No No I'm not mad, I could not be mad at that.” He gushed excited, he laughed as he brought her into a hug. He vibrated against his shoulder as he crushed her in a bear hugger. Cami smiled against him as he slowly rocked her back and forth.

“Please tell me this is actually happening, please.” He pleaded with her, his hand shaking against her back. She chuckled, nodding into his shoulders.

“Cam, that's amazing.” He gushed.

“It’s all real I swear.” She gushed. He pulled away from her, wiping away the tears that stained his cheek. “Oh don't cry.”

“I’m not–I just can't help it.” Bob tell’s her, she shakes her head as she leaned forward, pulling by his cheek, inhaling deeply as she kissed him. His free hand caressed her waist, his thumb grazing over stomach. She pulled away as she embraced him once more, the sunlight illuminates their shadows onto the hardwood floor.

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babyonboardfloyd · 1 year

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morning after | robert 'bob' floyd

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

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

inspired by truly, madly, deeply by one direction lol

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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how bad is it?

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Wife!Reader

Summary: Bob didn't get scared often, he was confident in his skills enough to assess the situation and know how to come out of it safely. This mission scared him. Dreading when you ask him "How bad is it?"

♡angsty fluff♡

wc: 1.7k

a/n: I almost scrapped this twice :') I hope you like it ♡

You knew from the moment Bob went to The Naval Academy that the way the two of you communicated was going to change forever. Phone calls would be scarce and video calls would be hard to come by, the information he was able to tell you becoming vague. Bob hated keeping secrets from you, even the government ones, but he obeyed like he always did.

Soon after your marriage, you came up with a system that offered you some kind of peace while he was away and offered Bob a way to let you in on the important parts of his life. When he would receive his orders you would simply ask him: “How bad is it?” and Bob would respond simply: “I’ll be back soon” or “tough but nothing I can’t handle” and offer a small smile or nod of his head.

You felt like this mission was going to be just like others, the brief relocation from Lemoore to Top Gun didn’t phase you, and your husband was even excited for his first day back with a new team he already had fallen in love with. The calm feeling you had all day was abruptly washed away as the front door opened. There were no sweet greetings or light footsteps, there was just an icy chill flowing through your veins. You could feel his tense presence in the doorway of the kitchen.

“How bad is it?” You asked him and briefly turned around, trying not to let a shaky breath escape your lips as you spoke. You found your hand to be trembling just at his grim expression alone, your grip tightening around the wood handle of your spatula.

There was a lingering pause. He was still processing the daunting information from this morning, his arms still shaking from the pushups. He couldn’t even laugh at the fact you loved when he came home and his muscles were more prominent than normal.

Bob remained silent, his thin lips were pressed tightly together as he slowly walked towards the stove, standing behind you. His flexed hand wrapped around your body, gripping at the fabric that covered your stomach and brought your back to his chest. His face hid in the crook of your neck, he took in deep breaths to calm himself and to memorize the perfume you wore—just in case. His eyes fluttered shut, he just wanted to feel you against him.

At this point, your husband didn’t need to discreetly tell you how rough the mission was going to be. Bob was always able to use his words even if they were vague. Your body was tightly pressed to his, hard enough that you could hear the thundering of his heart on your spine. It was bad.

Leaning forward, he moved with you as you turned off the stove and placed your spatula on the paper towel. “Hey,” you said calmly, turning around and inspecting his face. His face was paler than normal, beautiful blue eyes looked gray, forehead clammy as you ran your hands through his soft hair. Robert Floyd was scared and that didn’t happen often. “You’re the best there is. There’s a reason why you’re here—why you’re all here. It’s day one, my love, keep training,” you told him, pressing your forehead to his.

Finally, a small smile appeared on his lips. “You always know the right things to say,” he chuckled, shaking his head. His pretty crooked grin made your heart flutter.

“We’ve been together long enough, Bobby,” you grin, “I do my best."

As the days progressed, the training seemed to drag on. Bob would come home each night more tired than the last, strands of dark blond hair falling in front of his eyes and his glasses low on the bridge of his nose. You would reassure him and help him into a shower, sitting on the sink while he tried to speak positively about his day.

He began to stay up later each night, studying you and the peaceful sleep you were getting, his brain refused to give him a moment's rest. Bob was smart, he was good at what he did, he was the best even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud; doubt was creeping into his thoughts. What if the lazer failed, what if he said the wrong direction to Phoenix and a missile collided with them? “I hear you thinking,” you mumbled, sliding closer to him.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, wrapping you in his arms.

“How bad is it, Bob?” you asked again, hoping for a different outcome. You did your best to be the anchor he needed to stay tethered to the ground, but it was weakening.

“It’s gonna be fine,” he reassured, unknowing if he was lying to you or not.

But for now, it worked. Bob managed to fall asleep, his grip around your waist loosening.

Then you got the call a few days later. Every ounce of blood turned to ice as a woman spoke with you over the phone.

“Mrs. Floyd…your husband was involved in a training accident…”

You barreled down the hallway, the sound of your shoes on the glossy white floor alerted the few new nurses, the older nurses barely batted an eye; they’ve seen this before, spouses scared out of their minds and just trying to reach their loved ones. Your hands were balled into fists, fear and determination fighting for the dominant expression on your features.

The nurse on the phone said he was fine, just a couple of bumps and bruises lingered on his skin from the ejection, they just needed him to stay overnight for observation. In your mind, he was hooked up to tubes and monitors, his body lifeless in a cold hospital bed.

The numbers next to the wooden door climbed, his room getting closer as you briskly walked.

You were able to catch a glimpse of the others in his squad they said were also there. There was a young man with a darker complexion sitting on the bed, the arms of his flight suit wrapped around his waist. He was in high spirits, but the blond man in the chair beside him looked distraught. His fingers were lovingly interlaced with his, concerned green eyes looking up at him. In the next room a woman talked with one of the nurses, she smiled along while the lady talked to her animatedly. Natasha…Bob invited her over for dinner one night. She looked to be fine, no wires or bloody gauze covering her, just a little shaken—that must mean Bob was fine too.

You gasped in relief as you spotted him sitting on the bed. He was up and alert, cleaning his glasses with the hem of his black t-shirt. Hot tears flowed down your cheeks as you entered the room. “Bobby,” you whimpered, unable to control the tone of your voice.

Bob looked up and immediately rushed to you, pulling the IV pole along with him. “You’re ok,” you were more so telling yourself as he hugged you tightly, his fingers gripping your jacket.

“I’m ok,” he mumbled against your neck, inhaling your perfume to rid his memory of the ash from the wreckage. He closed his eyes tightly, the once flashes of the burning jet and Natasha landing near him were blurred by your embrace.

You pulled back and cupped his face, examining his features: a scratch along his jaw and one on his forehead. He wiped your tears and put his forehead to yours, letting the comfortable silence consume the space while he held you.

He then led you to the bed, sitting side by side on the edge in somber silence. You looked over at his hand, the IV prominent against his creamy skin. He suddenly took your hand in his, your eyebrows raised at the abrupt action. Bob held on tight, his head hanging low.

The quiet, reserved outer shell was cracking. He didn't know much longer he could contain it.

“How bad is it…really?” you managed.

The silence progressed until you heard him sniffle. You moved closer until your side touched his, his arms were shaking. “They say some of us might not come back from this one,” Bob told you, his voice wavering like it could crack at any moment.

You closed your eyes and tilted your chin towards the ceiling, tears began to fall from the corner of your eyes. The mental images of a life without him were always there in the back of your mind, haunting you while he was deployed, but they were never this close to casting a shadow over your reality. “Robert,” you sniffled, leaning against him.

“I’m scared about this one.”

"Is there anything I can do?" You asked quietly.

He cracked a smile and kissed your forehead. He knew there was nothing you could do, this was all him and his ability as a WSO, but it was the thought that counted. "Just hold my hand for a while," he told you, making you hold on a little tighter.

You watched him closely after that day, holding onto him tightly each passing night, even after his confidence was slightly restored after Maverick successfully flew the simulation. He kept his secrets and you reassured him every chance you got.

Shipping out was the hardest but this time he said: "I'll be home soon, maybe they won't pick me." There wasn't a chance in hell that Maverick wouldn't pick him. He stayed with you in bed that morning before the sun rose, letting your hands roam his body, memorizing the way his skin felt under your fingertips. He had to go. You didn’t want him to leave.

There was radio silence for days.

You stood in the backyard, nursing one of Bob’s plants back to life when you heard the sliding door open. Your head whipped around, Bob stood there with a wide smile, squinting from the sun. Throwing the hose down, you ran into his arms with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of him.

"How bad was it?" You asked as he pulled back to kiss your cheek. The tip of his nose trailed the skin of your jawline, followed by his lips.

"Scary," he admitted, "but I survived—we all did."

You felt instant relief, "I knew you would."

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valhallaas · 1 year

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Lonely Boy Far From Home

pairing: Bob Floyd x Memphis!reader

word count: 5k

warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni) some fluff (if you squint), oral (female receiving), p in v, creampie (wrap it up pals)

summary: you danced around the idea for weeks, but now it’s down to one night.

a/n: here it is! the anticipated bob floyd fic! This is for you, @glen-powells Godspeed because i don’t want it anymore lmao i hope ya’ll enjoy it and let me know what you think! (I know the gif is Rhett and not Bob, but the cowboy hat is important. Go kick rocks)

What was I supposed to do Standin’ there lookin’ at you

The soft smile never leaves your lips as you glide around the reception. Every problem you and Adam, the best man, take in stride. Today wasn’t about you. Looking over from the bar your eyes latch onto the newlyweds. It’s almost sickly sweet how in love they are, but it is beautiful too. Fingering the sage green of your dress, you sit on a stool, waiting to catch the attention of the bartender.

The Rikki Tikki Special. You’re not sure what’s in it, but it gets you tipsy faster than anything from some fancy bar. You’re positive that it has more to do with Rikki being the drink maker—she mixes with her heart. It’s a warm Saturday night. The slight summer breeze swishing the skirt of your dress, keeping it from sticking to you. Everything is going as planned. You are thankful for the break, these heels are killing you. The music changes and you hear a sharp gasp from the head table. Rikki is up out of her seat, pulling her husband, Ben, with her, while her other hand is clutching her drink. She’s always been handsy when she’s drinking. Always wants to cuddle or hold your hand. You didn’t know how Benny dealt with it. Her hips sway wildly, making you giggle, her drink nearly spilling over the rim. If there’s one way to Rikki’s heart, it’s the Spice Girls.

Shaking your head, you turn back to the bar and take a sip from your drink. It’s a special night. It’s the first time you've been back to Tennessee in years. The Navy lets you travel. Even when you are on leave you still never stop moving. California, Hawaii, Montana. Your lips tilt up thinking of your stop there. Why you never pieced together that’s where Lieutenant Robert Floyd was from, you’ll never know. It was a nice surprise to see him, and made you more sure of your lingering feelings after top gun. Even after the death mission you’d all been called back for. Your fingers trail over your lips, barely a taste was all you got when you said goodbye. But you’re home now and you hadn’t realized how much you’ve missed it. You’d stopped by the family farm. Tummy full of your mama’s best meal, and cheeks tender from your papa’s calloused fingers pinching them. The party goes on without you as you sit unnoticed. One drink turns to two, and two drinks turns to three. You are definitely feeling it. Warm and loose. You really want out of this dress, but that involves walking back to the hotel, and you aren’t ready for that yet. Sitting at the bar isn’t so bad. Not for a people watcher like you. It’s easy to spot your aviator friends among the civilians. Something about the way they carry themselves. Makes you wonder if you carry yourself differently too, or if you blend into the crowd.

Just when you have found someone doing the moonwalk across the dance floor, your drink spills onto your bare legs, as someone knocks into your back.

“Jesus, sorry.”

You turn quickly, eyes catching the familiar blue staring back at you. His gaze widening as he takes you in. You bite your lip watching as a deep blush ran up his neck and invaded his cheeks. It's the sweetest thing you have ever seen. But that’s Bob, he’s sweet. He looks good in his tux—an all black three piece suit. It’s the black cowboy hat that sits on top of his head that really gets you going. It’s like he knows; you watch him take it off, running a hand through his hair before settling the hat back on again. He didn’t have his glasses on either, that threw you for a loop, but you weren’t complaining. Out of all the places to find him standing in front of you, Nashville, Tennessee was not on the list.

“Memphis?” by the complete shock on his face, it’s like you were sitting there naked.

“Hey Bobby,” you smile, reaching down with a bunch of napkins to dry off the fruit punch and vodka now trailing down your bare thighs. He watches as you blotch up the drink before setting them on the bar.

“How do you—how are you—”

“I’m best friends with the bride.” you gesture to the bridesmaid dress you were wearing.

He nods. “Uh, cousin of the groom.”

That makes your smile widen. Of course he’s related to Ben. It only made sense. Sweet, gentle, but you could see it. You could see the mean streak hidden underneath a mile away. While Rikki got to play with Ben’s, you wanted your chance with Bob. It was not something you would be dismissing twice. Your head tilts as you watch him. He’s moved in closer to you—you don’t think you’ve ever been this close to him. No, that wasn’t true. You had clung to him, tried to press him inside your body so he would never do that to you again. You never wanted to feel the way you did when he and Phoenix went down. The knot that had formed in your chest, Mickey had to help you breathe when it happened, half carrying you to the infirmary just to make sure they were okay.

Shaking your head, your gaze lifts from his mouth to his eyes. They’re intense. Desire and lust swirl in the pretty hues. You try to bite back your smile, looking around you. There has to be a way to escape. Rikki would understand, right? Would the newlyweds even notice if you were gone? Sliding off the stool, your hand reaches out for Bob’s arm, making sure your feet are firmly planted on the ground. You wait for the world to stop spinning, a bright smile taking up your face when you look up at him.

“All good,” you say to his questioning gaze.

“Are you?”

“Mhm. Need to pee, though.” He nods and points to the bathroom, but the crowd of people around the bar blocks your view. “I don’t see it.”

“C’mon, follow me.” He grabs your hand, leading you through the crowd. When you get to the single-room bathroom with a ladies sign hanging above it, you thank him before pushing open the door. It’s a tiny room with a toilet and a dirty mirror. You look back at him before closing the door. He’s leaning against the wall, one foot crossed over the other. Waiting, as if you’d lose your way back to the bar.

You don’t have to use the restroom. But you needed a breather. Walking over to the sink you gather some water before dabbing at your exposed chest and the back of your neck. It was more than just the summer Tennessee heat making you feel this way. You haven’t felt like this since the last time you were in Bob’s presence. It made you a little unnerved. It’s soothing, washing your hands, getting the sticky aftermath of beer off your hands. You watch the bubbles go down the drain and when you glance up you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. You laugh at the slightly glossy sheen in your eyes. Goddamn Rikki and her stupid drink.

You huff, turning to grab a few paper towels from the dispenser, but the lever doesn’t give anything when you tug. Staring at it blankly, you grumble a few curses before smacking it. If you were wearing jeans you could’ve simply dried them that way, but as you glare down at your dress it just isn’t a possibility.

The call of your name causes you to look at the door. It sounds like he’s trying not to laugh. You frown, as if he can see you standing there glaring at the paper towel dispenser. “You okay in there?”

“No,” you reply flatly.

You give one final glare to the dispenser before unlocking the bathroom door. Bob gives you an amused look before offering you his hand. When his skin touches yours, there’s an audible gasp and you can’t be sure of who it came from. You squeeze your fingers in his grasp, biting into your cheek when he squeezed back. His eyes are already trained on you when your gaze lifts.

Your gaze drifts to his lips for a beat too long before looking back up at his eyes. You’re very aware of how close his body is to yours, the humor dancing in his eyes slowly melting into something darker as he steps into you.

“You’re drunk, Memph,” his voice is low, nearly a whisper. It sets you on fire as his gaze freely devours your body, taking you in from head to toe.

“Not that drunk,” you defend yourself. “Tipsy, perhaps.”

“You’re only looking at me like that because you’ve been drinking.”

Your heart sinks. Did he honestly believe that? He didn’t know how you felt? All your life you’d always been told that you wore your heart on your sleeve. Your heart had been dragged through the mud more times than you could count. You were on the verge of locking it up tight where no one could ever reach it again when you met Bob. Sweet Bobby, who just..knew. He looked at you and saw someone worth looking at. A heart worth holding on to. How the hell did he not know that in the years you’ve known him that you’ve fallen head over heels in love with him?

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” you stumble over your words, but you know he hears you, his lips lifting at your tone.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to touch you.” He steps toward you. What are you supposed to say to that? Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, catching his attention, and you watch how his eyes dilate. “Do you want me to touch you, Memphis?”

You can’t really hear anything over the roar of blood rushing in your ears, and you stop breathing completely when your back hits the wall. Do you want him to touch you? You look up and meet his eyes. They’re trained on you, waiting. He’s not going to make another move until you give him an answer. It’s obvious, at least in your eyes. You’ve never wanted anything more. When your gaze falls to his hands, your mind is made up. His hands are balled up tightly into fists as if he’s refraining from touching you. All you can think about is how they’d feel on you, touching you, all of you.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He takes a step towards you, close enough that his minty breath hits your cheeks as he lowers his head. Your lips are less than an itch apart, his nose bumps yours as he takes you in. His eyes are hooded, almost in a daze, he places both hands on either side of the wall moving his lips toward your ear.

“You’re drunk right now,” he says slowly, deliberately. The feel of his hot breath sends shivers down your spine. “I will not touch you, sweet girl, unless you really want me to.”

Bob pulls back to search my face, looking for hesitance. He won’t find any. There isn’t any. Just desire, and the need for him. You want to pull back to look into his eyes, but you can’t. You can’t tear your gaze away from his lips which are parted, moist and waiting.

“Memph,” he groans. Begging you to confirm that you want this. You aren’t too drunk to make solid decisions. Not when it comes to this—there is no such thing as crossing any lines.

You don’t bother using any words. Pushing up on your toes you crash your lips into his, and you grin when he instantly responds. His arms wrap tightly around you, swiping his tongue across your lips. You open for him only to have him pull away with a groan. He steps back long enough to lock the door before returning to you. This time his hands grab at your thighs, hoisting you up the wall as his champagne tinged tongue rolls against yours.

You moan at the contact, the skirt of your dress now rucked up to your hips. Leaving nothing but thin lace as a barrier against the pants of his suit. When he rolls his hips you can’t stop the breathy whine that escapes, his hands tightening on your thighs at the sound. Bob breaks the kiss and slides his lips across your cheek to the sensitive skin behind your ear near the edge of your jaw. Your vision goes white for a second when he bites down and sucks.

Holy fucking shit.

“Bobby.” Your body is on fire and you can say with complete certainty that it is not the alcohol. You feel his grin as he sucks and licks his way down to your chest. When he reaches the silky green material, his eyes shoot yours.

It only takes a couple of seconds to slip the thin straps down your shoulders. It’s almost comical how his eyes widen at the sight of your chest. Goosebumps travel across your exposed skin as his mouth explores you.

He delves down, taking a nipple between his teeth while he explores the other, tugging it gently as he rolls it between his fingers. The heat pooling between your thighs ignites as a desperate moan slips from your lips. You tug at his suit jacket, and he pulls away just enough to slip the material off, dropping it behind him. Grabbing his face, you bring his lips back to your own, desperate to taste him again. You part your lips for his tongue, basking in the groan that vibrates in the back of his throat as your hands make their way under his buttoned shirt, nails digging into his back. Bringing your hands around to slide across the hard indents of each muscle on his stomach until you stop at the top of his jeans.

He steps away from the wall, letting you slide down until your feet are back on the ground again. Dropping to his knees, Bob hikes the skirt of your dress up further and loops his thumbs around your underwear. his blown out eyes dart up to meet yours, it’s clear he’s waiting for confirmation. The sight of him— flushed, looking up at you with the kind of hungry gaze that you have fantasized about since meeting him—it shoots a bolt of lightning to your core, making your legs shake in anticipation. The pulsing between your thighs is fueled when he licks his lips, causing you to release a shaky breath as you nod.

He pulls at your panties, helping you out of them before he tucks the fabric into his pant pockets. Gripping your hips, his hold tightens as he slowly takes you in. When his hand trails down your thigh to your knee, he lifts your leg and positions it over his shoulder, pulling you closer. You close your eyes and lean your head back against the cold tiled wall, trying to just enjoy every moment as it comes. You’ve wanted this. God, you want him. There’s a curious part of you, the part that's panting at the sight of Robert Floyd on his knees in front of you, that’s telling you to just sit back and enjoy this.

His hat is knocked off his head so you can thread your fingers through his hair as he bites down on your inner thigh, just inches away from where you want him most, sending shocks of pleasure up your spine as he sucks hard enough to leave a bruise. When he pulls back, he flicks his tongue across the tender skin, but based on the breathy moans slipping from your lips, he knows that you’re desperate for him.

A strangled moan sounds in the back of your throat, and his lips quirk in a small grin as if he knows that you’re practically begging, and when he lifts your thigh a little higher, exposing even more of you to him, his eyes darken.

He lowers his head again, but this time it doesn’t meet your thigh, and when his tongue drags across your center in a long, languid motion, a gasp is pulled from you as every nerve in your body nearly short circuits. He pulls away and licks his lips, already glossy from the contact, and when his gaze flicks back up to yours, you know you’re fucked. His cheek twitches before he dips his head back down, and your hips begin to move with his tongue. When your fingers grip his hair harder, begging for more pressure as the muscles in your legs tighten, the band in your stomach coiling, he chuckles, and the vibration almost makes your knees give out.

Tightening his hold on you, his tongue moves faster, rougher, and your head falls back against the wall as your legs start to shake. He slips two fingers into you, curling them up and hitting a spot that you weren’t sure had ever been reached before, and when he reconnects his lips to yours, your whole body tenses. Your breathing is fast and uneven, and each breath turns into a small moan as he focuses on your swollen clit, licking hard enough to make your entire body go numb as goosebumps break out, spreading like wildfire across your skin.

His tongue slows into a lazy rhythm, a teasing rhythm, and your mouth falls open in a soft gasp as your hips rock forward, pleading with him to keep going. His tongue slows even more, and you don't have to look down to know he's smirking between your thighs.

Your entire body is on fire, electrocuting, searing every nerve.

"Please." You gasp, moving your hips a little more, desperate for contact. You don’t belong to yourself. Not anymore, and if you weren't so desperate, you might have the sense to be embarrassed as you beg him. "Please, god, don't stop."

He pulls back a little more until you can feel his breath on the inside of your thigh.

"Say my name, Memph. I want to feel you come on my tongue while I'm on yours." Your breath catches in your throat at his demand. "Say my goddamn name."

He didn’t have to ask, practically beg. If you had it your way it’d always be his name. A breath of his name—a plea to touch you, to bring you back to that paradise on his tongue, to never stop.

"Please, Bobby."

He grabs your thighs tight, nearly lifting you from the bathroom floor as he pulls you closer, and the echoes of your breathy whimpers move around you as his tongue finds you again, rougher than before. The pressure in the pit of your stomach builds quickly, and suddenly you can't breathe as you bite down to keep the loud moan that's on the tip of your tongue from echoing past the bathroom door.

It happens all at once—every muscle in your body tenses until the pressure in your stomach snaps. A million tiny nerves of rolling pleasure, flooding every inch of your body, blinding you.

You can feel yourself pulse around his fingers as every part of you seems to throb in time with his expert tongue. Breathy whimpers slip through your lips, each one a desperate moan of his name, as every nerve in your body comes alive in a mind-numbing aftershock.

Holy fuck.

Your eyes stay closed as you heave in desperate breaths, savoring the peaceful warmth currently flooding through your muscles. Bob slowly pulls away, and you are very aware of the fact that he's fully supporting your weight since your legs gave out a few minutes ago. Looking down at him, still kneeling in front of you, your chest tightens at the sight. This wouldn’t be enough. There had to be more than this.

You want him.

"Fuck, Memphis," He groans, and the rough vibration sparks another flame that heats your entire body like a white-hot electrical shock straight down your spine. Sliding his two glossy fingers into his mouth, his hands move to lift your dress completely off you as you unbutton his pants and tug them down. The large bulge tenting his tight boxers quickens your pulse as you reach to pull them off, but before you can tug them down his hips, the knock that echoes through the bathroom makes you jump.

You look up at him with wide eyes, your slick all over his face. You grin before pulling him into a heated kiss. You catch the dazed look in his eyes when you break away from him.

“Your place or mine?”

Maybe it was you, maybe it was me But it sure felt right

You’re not sure how exactly you got back to your hotel. Bob had snagged keys off someone promising the safe return of their car tomorrow. Rikki had seen you exit the bathroom. The shit eating grin that painted her face told you she knew what you’d been up to. If you had to guess, she’s probably the one who banged on the door. Fucking cockblock.

All is well now, though. Your left hand is held tightly in Bob’s as you wait for the elevator. His other hand holds your heels for you and you want to leave red lipstick marks all over his face. Glancing down when he feels you staring, he gives you a bashful smile. Your eyebrow quirks. He can’t be coy, not when he just had his head buried in your pussy. You won’t tease him, not right now. So you simply rest your head on his shoulder.

“You looked real pretty tonight,” he says softly, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“I don’t look pretty now?” You counter.

“I—of course you do. More fucked out than anything, I think.”

“Could always be better.”

The elevator dings, the doors opening up to let you in. Bob moves you so your back is to the wall. A small smirk takes over your lips when you realize all four walls of the elevator are mirrors. You see everything from every angle. Like how the man beside you is staring down at your chest. A giggle bursts out, his eyes snapping to yours.

His mouth on yours shuts you up real quick. Just like in the bathroom your back hits the wall behind you. You gasp for air when he pulls away, your body lurching against his when he slams his hand down against the stop button, the elevator freezing in place. His eyes are dark when he meets yours. You want to smile. You had pulled at something with your comment, and his mean streak is coming out to play.

“Can’t wait, sweet girl, can’t fucking wait.” His voice is thick with want.

You’re shoved backwards, shoulders slamming against the wall causing you to hiss. Fingers trail up your thighs before digging into the muscle, fingers splayed across your skin before he lifts you up off your feet. Instantly, your legs are wrapping around his waist, the skirt of your dress bunched up at your hips. Deft fingers hastily undoing his pants. No clumsiness, you aren’t unsure, there is no hesitance. It’s in that moment that you look up over his shoulder, glazed over eyes meeting him in the mirror. He looks like the goddamn devil. He wants to tear you apart from the inside out.

The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor pulls you back in. Glancing down, your teeth dig into your lip at the sight of him. He’s hot, a pulsing red as he sits heavy between you. He lifts your face so he can meet your eye. You give a single nod before he’s pushing into you. You glance down again, heat hitting your cheeks when you remember he’s been carrying your underwear around in his pocket. Made for easy access. There is nothing small about Bob. He’s big, and thick, and he has your eyes rolling towards the back of your head. The head of his cock snags at your entrance, you breathe in nice and slow, using his shoulders to lift yourself up before resting back down, swallowing him as you do.

“Oh my god,” You moan as his hips roll into yours, you have given him all the permission he needs. He told you he couldn’t wait, so he’s taking it, demanding it–needing it the second he feels the tight velvet of your sex.

“Bobby,” you whine, forehead nestling in against his neck and shoulder.

Bob nods. This was a long time coming. He knows. He knows you need this as much as he does. You're clinging to him, cunt clenching around him like he’d slip free at any moment. He groans when your teeth dig into his shoulder right where it meets his neck. His thrusts are slow and deep, building a fire inside of you. Your head falls back against the wall, eyes opening to watch. You grin lazily when you see him watching you. You draw back, hips moving in a smooth tempo. You hit a good rhythm, letting yourself move with him. It had never been like this with anyone else. Easy, full of complete desire and lust, not just a means to an end. You’re almost where he wants you. He meets your gaze and his eyes hold something akin to mischief. You clench around him and he groans. He thrusts up a little harder than before, causing your head to fall back.

“There you are, my sweet girl.”

You watch each other, a breath apart as you take what he gives you. His hand slides up your front, warm fingers wrapping gingerly around your throat. Your breath catches as he muffles out a curse, his other hand lifts one of your legs higher on his hip so he can reach a deeper angle. His pace quickens, his thrusts are harsher. You’re loving every minute of it. Flexing your cunt, your lower muscles bear down as you grip him. He groans, the sound booming in the tight small space.

There’s pleasure coiling behind your pussy. “Bobby, I—”

“What do you need, Memph?”

“Bobby,” You whine, pulling on his hair. “Please, baby, please. I can’t—I need you—.”

His gaze drops from your face to where he’s burying himself in your tight cunt. He nods before lifting his eyes. “I’ve got you, ready?”

You flash him a grin and he jolts, his cock twitching deep. You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. There’s alcohol still in your system. While you’re not drunk, or even slightly tipsy, it’s there to remind you. You moan, he’s so big and you’re so fucking full. He fills you up completely, cock dragging against your walls. You love every minute of it.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You lurch against him as a whimper escapes. You lean back against the wall, boneless. You’re lost in the feel of the pleasure, your gaze watching as he pounds into you. His grip is tight, and a little desperate. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“I love the way you feel when you’re coming on my cock.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him. Steady pants and grunts are heavy in your ear. You’re surprised you haven’t fogged up the glass. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. You feel him shift his weight, delivering a sharper thrust that nearly has you sliding up the wall. He mumbles apology but his grasp on your waist is unforgivable. You’re bouncing on his cock now, meeting his every thrust. He’s deep, so deep you’re surprised you can’t taste him. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“Are you going to come for me again?” he asks, practically coos into your ear. “You look so pretty when you do, Memphis.”

You can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. You ask for it, you know you did with your little comment earlier. But you don’t regret it. You shift, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re swollen and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips, breathless—he’s sending you cloud nine and you aren’t ever coming back down. .

It’s like a volcano, jolting you, overflowing and hot. A scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Bob is right there. He holds you into place, lips kissing your cheeks. He fucks you through it, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. Shuddering he falls into you, keeping you pinned between him and the wall as he gasps for air.

“Holy shit,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You fall forward, hugging him tightly to you. You were drunk off of him. There isn’t anyway, ain’t no how he was getting rid of you now. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from him. His eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you. You give him a soft smile, a hand pushing his hair back.

“Bob, where are your glasses?”

He shrugs. “In my suitcase. I, uh, didn’t want to wear them.”

You raise a brow. “Why?”

“There was a pretty girl I was trying to impress tonight.”

Bob sets you on your feet as that comment settles over you. You don’t stay standing, though, you sink to your bottom, head tilting up to look at him. Holy fuck. Bumping into you at the bar. The look Rikki gave you. You giggle before smacking a hand over your mouth. It’s really not that funny. Fucking Bob got you. He owned you.

You look back up at him, with a shake of your head. “Welcome to Tennessee, Bobby.”

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fknmoonmoon · 1 year

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First Look

Pairing: Bob x reader, reader x brother!Javy

Summary: Bob’s marrying Javy’s sister!

Warnings: pre-wedding jitters, beer

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“If you smooth at that dress any more, you’re gonna wear a hole in the fabric.” You shot your brother a look, and he raised his beer bottle towards you with a shit-eating grin. “Just trying to be helpful.” He took a swig.

“It won’t lay right,” you said. You spun from side to side in the mirror, flustered. “I just had a fitting three days ago.”

“Lemme see.” Javy crossed the room to take you by the shoulders and straighten you in front of the mirror. He took a look at the buttons at your low back. “Oh.” He started to undo them. “Everything’s crooked back here.”

You groaned in frustration, fingertips pressed to your temples so as to not touch the makeup you’d just spent two hours on.

“Chill,” he shushed you. “It’s just some buttons.” You felt the dress loosen, then start to tighten again as he redid the closures. “See?” He stepped back, doing his best Vanna White impression behind you. “Perfection.”

You felt your shoulders relax some. The dress did sit perfectly now. “Thank you.” You offered him a small smile in the mirror. “I just wanna get it over with.”

“Well,” he said, sauntering over to the bar to open another beer for himself and one for you. “I did offer to drive us all to Vegas.”

You rolled your eyes, took a long chug from the bottle he handed you. “We would have been written out of the will.”

Javy chuckled knowingly. It was bad enough the two of you had spurned tradition - instead of taking over the family business, he’d commissioned into the Navy as a pilot, and you’d pursued and fallen in love with a career maintaining the very planes he flew. If you’d denied your mother the opportunity to show off with a wedding for her only daughter…

There was a knock at the door, followed by Natasha Trace’s beaming face. “Look at you,” she grinned. “Bob’s gonna faint.”

“Stop,” you blushed, but Javy echoed his agreement.

“Bare minimum, he’s gonna blubber.” He stood next to Phoenix, the two of them grinning like fiends. She whistled.

“Stoooppp,” you repeated, but their praise gave you confidence. You had kept it simple on purpose. One attendant each; Javy for you, and Phoenix for Bob. You were grateful that it was just the two of them, rather than a roomful of people focused more on themselves than anything.

“Photographer’s ready in the garden.” Your husband-to-be’s pilot held out her hand, fingers waggling. “Let’s go, gorgeous.”

Through the window, just feet before the doorway leading to the garden, you caught a glimpse of Bob standing next to a wall of rose bushes in full bloom, and you stopped dead in your tracks. He was so handsome. The two of you had decided to forego traditional dress whites for a simple tuxedo, and thank god for it - the uniform made him too stiff, and it covered entirely too much of that delectable neck.

“You’re drooling.” Phoenix had walked back to you, slipped her hand in yours. “Come on, I wanna see his face.”

“Bobby, baby, she’s here!” Javy hollered from the doorway. “Turn around!”

Bob looked towards Javy’s voice, oblivious to you ogling him from the window. He beamed, and he gave your brother a thumbs up before turning to face the roses. You watched him flex his hands, crack his neck from side to side, and suddenly you were nauseated. What if he hates the dress, what if my hair-

“Stop thinking,” Phoenix squeezed your hand as she pulled you towards the entrance. “Just go.”

You walked towards Bob in a daze, vaguely aware of the photographer’s camera clicking. Your hands shook as you reached for him, impulsively slipping both arms around his waist and pressing yourself into him. The camera snapped a hundred times.

“Hi,” you whispered, Bob’s hands reaching up to grasp yours at his chest. You took a deep breath, stretching up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to the back of his neck. “Are you nervous?”

“Scared to death,” he laughed, squeezing your hands. “Can I look at you?”

You stepped away, smoothing at your dress one last time before Bob turned, clapping a hand to his mouth as his eyes crinkled with tears. “Oh my god,” he half-sobbed. “Oh my god, you’re…” He met your own watery stare. “You’re stunning.” A tear slid from each eye.

“Stop, stop, you can’t cry,” you laughed, swiping at your water line. “It took so long to look like this.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said, pulling you into a soft embrace, sniffing hard. He traced his fingers over the lace of your bodice, leaning back to rest his forehead against yours. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and slipped it into your hand.

“You like the dress? I know you like lace and poofy skirts, I tried to find one that-”

“I love the dress,” he interrupted. “I really, really love the dress, honey. But I’d marry you in pajamas,” he said, squeezing your waist with his fingertips.

“I said I’d drive us to Vegas,” Javy broke in from behind the photographer, still snapping away, and you laughed into Bob’s chest. You dabbed away your tears and raised your eyes to meet his.

“Lets go get married, Floyd.”

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inkdrinkerworld · 8 months

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something about just holding hands with Bob makes my heart just idek. maybe just being close and lovely and you notice his glasses are a little smudged and he trusts you completely when you take them off his face to gently clean them and you give him a kiss on his cheek when you put them back on idk<3

IM SWOONING RN

Bob’s got you in his lap, sitting all pretty in your skirt and top with his hands on your thighs.

It’s under the guise of you being a little tipsy, but really, you’re not that tipsy.

You like that he’s getting a little bolder about holding you in front of his friends though.

“Bobby?” You turn your cheek against his, lips moving against his jaw and Bob’s sure that some of your lip stick is smeared there too.

“Yeah, angel?” You use the noise caused by Hangman winning another game of pool to turn completely in his lap.

In doing so you knock your fingers against his glasses lens and gasp. “Sorry, Robby,” he’s halfway to saying ‘it’s fine, angel’ when you pluck them off his face.

“I’ll clean ‘em up.” You promise, pulling his glasses case from your purse and spraying the cleaner on them.

“Thank you angel,” Bob kisses your wrist as you fit his round glasses back on his face. You stamp your lips to his cheek on purpose before setting your forehead to his collarbone.

“What did you want, baby?” He jostles you on his knee a little to get you raising your head again.

He’s sure Phoenix and the others can hear, but he’s more concerned with your halfbaked sentence.

“Cuddles, m’getting tired.”

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bucky-barmes · 2 years

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♥︎ Platonic Soul Mates ♥︎

[ gif from @topgundaily ]

bob floyd x gnc!reader

in which you finally meet bob's friends in Miramar

created off of this prompt from @givethispromptatry

never thought i would be one to read let alone write anything for bob floyd, but here we are and i adore him

word count: 1,599 words

contains: general fluffiness, seresin being a shithead (whats new), reader mildly threatening someone but all in good faith, just nice wholesome gentle fluff

As always, my blog is 18+ only, minors dni

[ all my work is my own and not to be reposted or translated anywhere else ]

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You and Robert Floyd went way back. Like way back. We’re talking all the way back to kindergarten. You knew the second you saw the bigger kids picking on him in the playground that you would be there to stand up for him.

From that first time you shoved the bigger boys away from him and stood between them and him, Bob Floyd knew he would always be friends with you. Forever.

And you both stuck three to your 4 year old selves promises. All throughout your school years, you were side by side, ready to take on the world together.

It wasn’t until Bob left for the Naval Academy that you truly separated. You hated to admit it, but it made you feel like a lost puppy, heading off to college without your best friend, your partner in crime. It was like you had to learn how to function all over again. It was so foreign, doing things you would have normally done with Bob, all by yourself or with other people. Like moving into your college dorm.

Nevertheless, life continued on and you learned how to live without him. The two of you talked as much as your schedules allowed, and you were present for each other’s graduations. He had to pull some strings to get the leave, but Bob would have done anything humanly possible to see you on your big day, even leaving base without permission if he had to. You were his best girl, and nothing was more important than the precious and now limited time he got to spend with you.

And that’s how you ended up here, at Miramar, AKA Fightertown, staying with Bob on base for two months.

After the Dagger teams’ success with the Uranium bunker bombing, they were all able to remain on base to rest and recuperate. Along with this, they were able to invite one person onto base to spend time with for the duration. Immediately, you were Bob’s choice, no questions asked. At this point, it had been years since you had seen each other and you both were feeling it. You were more than best friends, you were soulmates. Those two people that are just destined to be in each other’s lives forever. Two peas in a pod.

“Bobby!” Your high pitch squeal could be heard through the outside rec ground as you dropped your bags and sprinted towards your best friend. Everyone was staring dumbfounded as Bob wrapped his arms around your waist instinctively when you wrapped yours around his neck, lifting you off the ground and spinning the two of you around. Your legs had automatically wrapped around his waist and you stayed like that for what felt like hours, your head nestled in his neck, but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Neither of you feeling the burning stares from Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw and the other Dagger teammates. All of them staring in utter shock. This was not what they expected in the slightest when Bob had told them about his friend from home coming to visit.

“Well, well, well, good ol’ Bob does have game.” Seresin smirked as he sauntered over to the two of you, bringing you both back to reality. Bob gently but quickly dropped you from his tight grip, hand flying up to the back of his neck to scratch shyly. The rest of the group made their way over behind Jake, everyone equally as curious, just trying the more subtle approach.

“Are these your friends, Bobby?” You turn to beam up at him after giving the group a once over. God he missed your smile, and he automatically mirrored it back at you. "Hi, y/n! You're new here, right! Let me present you some of my... Uh well I guess I can call that a family." Bob gestured awkwardly to the group standing before them. There was an unspoken understanding that after the events of the Uranium bunker mission, the group was now more than just a team, they were a slightly dysfunctional, makeshift family. And it worked.

“We’ve got Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw, Natasha Trace, Mickey Garcia, Javy Machado and Reuben Fitch. The others are… around somewhere.” He smiled at you sheepishly. “Guys, this is y/n, my best friend.” You felt your cheeks grow warm as everyone was staring at you, some eyeing you up more than others.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n.” Jake reached out his hand, smirking harder than before if that was even possible. He brought your hand to his lips and placed a kiss to your knuckles, making you blush even harder.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Hangman.” “All good things I hope.”

You could sense Bob stiffen next to you and you nudged his shoulder with yours. “How could you keep a girl like this a secret from us, Bobby?” “Don’t call me that.” Bob’s teeth gritted together at the sound of Jake using your nickname for him, you chuckled at his reaction.

“Sorry, Hangman, that name’s reserved for me only.” Jake raised his arms up in surrender, but something told you it would definitely come up again in future.

“So, how do you two know each other?” Bradley’s eyes shifted between the two of you. There was certainly a stark difference between you. Bob and his famous shy and reserved personality, he was always one to keep a low profile and never get involved in a fight let alone start one. And there was definitely a look about him that was the total opposite of you.

You, on the other hand, were loud and in your face, never afraid to start a fight if necessary, hence how the two of you became friends. And there was no doubt about it, you were beautiful. Conventionally attractive, yes, but there was something about you that just lit up a room no matter what the energy was before. You radiated pure and unadulterated joy.

Except for when you didn’t. And only Bob knew the true gravity of a situation when you were anything but your joyous self.

“We grew up in the same town.” You spoke for the both of you, noticing Bob was too lost in his thoughts to answer Bradley.

“Met the first day of kindergarten, and the rest is history.” The group eyed you both again as you stared up at him with nothing short of adoration, him staring right back at you, a lopsided grin spread across his lips.

“Ah, childhood sweethearts, how sweet.” Jake had a shit eating grin plastered on his features, knowing full well that you weren’t dating, he was just trying to get a rise out of Bob. Which worked, Bob went bright red, hand flying up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck again.

“What? No we’re not-“ “We’re not dating.” You interjected, finishing his sentence that he was probably never going to get out.

“Just friends.” Bob added sheepishly.

“Oops, my bad.” Jake held his arms up in mock innocence. “Anywho, I’m not sure about the rest of you, but I’m ready for some grub.” The rest of the group all nodded in unison, mumbling some form of affirmation.

Bob had jogged back to where you dropped your bags, carrying them inside for you.

You trailed behind him, spying Natasha hanging at the back of the group.

“So, you’re the famous Phoenix I’ve heard so much about.” Slowing your pace to walk beside her, you eyed her.

“Should I be scared?” She mimicked your movements, eyeing you, only hers held a note of nervousness.

“Mostly good things,” you offered her a small tight lipped smile. “But I heard about that training mission.” Phoenix’s face dropped, not sure where this could possibly be going. She’d only just met you, Bob’s best friend, and she’d already ruined it.

“If he gets hurt, I’ll kill you.” You stopped in your tracks, deadpan as you spoke and there’s a beat of silence. Then another. You couldn’t see it, but Phoenix was sweating. When she heard her WSO’s friend was coming to visit, she couldn’t wait to meet her. Now she wasn’t so sure.

Until, you cracked a grin, nudging her with your elbow. “It’s my job after all, as his best friend and personal bodyguard.”

The sigh of relief Phoenix let out was definitely audible enough for you to hear, deciding ignoring it was best after the stunt you just pulled.

“I’m just glad you brought him back safe from that mission.” Your eyes wandered to Bob’s retreating form, smiling softly. You could see just from the way he walked how comfortable he was with his team.

“So am I, so am I.” Phoenix reassured you, a knowing smile playing at her lips as she watched the way you looked at your best friend. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Bob was pretty reserved with what he let on about you to the rest of the team, but he’s told me a lot about you, too.”

“Oh really, only good things I hope?” You smirked at her as the two of you started your walk back into the rec hall inside, getting to know each other along the way.

You didn’t notice it, but Bob was watching the two of you from the doorway, a content smile on his face as two of his closest friends were finally able to meet. He already knew that this was going to be the best two months he’s had in a long time.

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foreverrandomwritings · 1 year

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Hi again! I have another request for your celebration! How about do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? (2) and resting your head gently on their shoulder (1) with Bob Floyd? 💙❤️

Happy Birthday

Summary: 2 prompts from my mini celebration. This is also a gift for @wkndwlff thank you for being such an awesometastic person!💙🥳

Pairing:Robert “Bob” Floyd x Fiancé!Reader

Warnings:Fluff, drinking(all of age), illusions to smut if you squint and I think that’s it. Kinda 18+

Wordcount:1483

Masterlist

Bob had had this whole week planned out down to every last detail. Your birthday was something he took very seriously. Unfortunately he had missed your last birthday due to a deployment. So he made sure to make up for it this year. He had just gotten back from a deployment and was on the last week of a 3 week leave. So he didn't need to worry about getting time off. He had made sure you had off work for the week as well. Though being an author between books you could make your own schedule.

You and Bob had doordashed food from your favorite restaurant deciding to stay in and watch X-Files per your usual Sunday night routine. When Bob had asked you to answer the door you hadn’t thought much of it thinking it was your food. When you opened the door to see your best friend standing on your doorstep with a suitcase you were shocked. Throwing yourself at her she barely caught you in a tight hug. Thankful she had worn shoes with good traction. After a minute you pulled back with your hands on her shoulders, mouth wide.

“Are you just going to leave me standing here or are you going to invite me in?” She had asked you, a smile breaking out across her face. Ushering her in you went back to the living room sitting down on the couch with your Fiance.

“How in the world did you get here?” You asked her, the surprise still evident in the way you were staring at her. She shrugged her shoulders glancing at the man sitting next to you. That had you turning your head to look at him. “Bobby, did you fly her here?” You asked him sweetly though you already knew the answer. His blue eyes shined under his government appointed glasses. A blush worked its way onto his face under your lovestruck gaze.

“I knew how much you guys missed each other darlin. Those facetime calls just weren’t cutting it anymore so I figured I’d bring her out here to spend some time with you.” He told you his country drawl was thick from the short time he had spent at home. You felt an overwhelming rush of happiness take over you. “I got the whole week planned for us. There will be a few days that'll be just us and some just you two.”

“What’re you going to do on the days you aren’t with Bob and I?” You asked your best friend. The worry of her just sitting around while out here worrying you.

“Bobby boy's front seater is going to take me sightseeing.” She said with a reassuring smile on her face. You turned to Bob at that response, giving him a look. The two of you knew that they would be perfect together and had been trying to figure out a way to set them up. You were going to speak up but the doorbell rang before you could. This time Bob got up laying a hand on your knee as he did it, giving it a light squeeze as he passed you.

“I got food for all of us, don't worry.” His blue eyes meeting your own. The rest of the night was very relaxing. You guys ate and joked around and watched X-Files. As the hands on the clock moved closer to 1am the three of you decided to retreat for the night. Bob carried the suitcase to the guest room. While the two of you cleaned up from dinner. Laying in bed that night you thanked Bob repeatedly before drifting off to sleep excited for the week ahead.

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The week flew by in a swirl of surprises and happiness. Monday morning you woke up to flowers and a note from Bob telling you that he got you and your best best friend reservations at the fancy brunch place in town. The two of you got up and made your way there. The restaurant was amazing and had a delicious dye free sangria. Then the two of you went to the aquarium that wasn’t far from the restaurant.

Your actual birthday was spent with Bob, the morning was simple, laying in bed lazy kisses shared. Sweet words of love whispered between touches. He had found an art exhibit that he knew you would be interested in, the inspiration was John Pollock. Then the two of you would cook dinner at home. He had planned a nice chicken parmesan pasta dish paired with a bottle of your favorite wine.

Wednesday consisted of you, Bob, your best friend and Phoenix going on a hike. Luckily it was an overcast day and the weather wasn’t terrible so you spent the whole day on trails. A competitive game of hide and seek took place. Bob of course won, the man was a stealth pilot. The occasional snack break was taken and loads of polaroids were snapped.

Your favorite day however was Thursday. Bob and you slept in, once you woke up you had both made breakfast and Bob gave you a gift. He bought you both a set of legos. So the two of you set up shop in the living room huddled around the coffee table with music flowing in the background. The both of you had to take a break at one point. Bob had been biting his lip in concentration on a difficult part of the Legos. There was no way you were keeping your hands to yourself with the way his tongue dipped out of his mouth and soothed the area he was previously biting.

Friday went smoothly, your best friend was meant to fly out the next night so you spent the morning with her at the beach. Then you and Bob went to go and see a movie before heading back home. Phoenix had called Bob and asked if he could come and get them from the Hard Deck. She was having car troubles and Rooster had already left with some random air bunny that made her way into the bar. The both of you had agreed to get her and your best friend.

Pulling up to the bar it wasn’t as packed as it normally was and the two of you decided to go in and grab a drink with the group. As you reached the doors you noticed that it was pretty quiet inside the bar. But for some reason you didn’t question it and opened the doors.

“SURPRISE!!!” was belted out from the group inside under the “Happy 28th” banner hung up from the ceiling. Then you were swarmed by people. Pats on the backs, high fives, envelopes and a couple small gifts pushed into your hands. There was a blur of dancing and singing and drinking. They had a competition to see who could tell the best dad joke, Javy had won. Bob had finally found an allergy inclusive baker who focused on baked goods void of specified allergens. He had ordered a cake, cupcakes and cookies.

As the celebrations died down Bob had dragged you out to the beach. Laying down on one of the blankets you'd gotten as a gift you were staring up at the sky pointing out different stars and talking about the week and the highlights. Eventually you had fallen into a comfortable silence until Bob interrupted it.

“Hey Darling?” you hummed in reply not taking your eyes from the sky, giving his hand a squeeze that was connected to yours between your bodies. “Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” With that you giggled and turned on your side to look at him. He turned on his side as well, blue eyes clashing.

Without answering him you brought a hand to his cheek and closed the space between you two. His hand found it’s way to the side of your neck and his thumb stroked your cheek as he deepened the kiss. He carefully laid you down before getting on top of you.

Your hands slid into his shirt feeling the taut muscles of his abdomen. He slipped a hand down to rest on your hip. As one of your hands came up to cart through his hair. The kiss became needy and passionate until you were both pulling away desperate for oxygen. He peppered your face with kisses which had you giggling before he was rolling onto his back in his previous position. He lifted an arm and wrapped it around your shoulders bringing you into his side. Gently you rested your head on his shoulder. “Thank you so much for this week Bob. I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday week.”

“You deserve the world, Darling. I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making sure you get it.” He told you placing a kiss on your forehead.

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@wkndwlff @sylviebell

Bonus: The joke Javy won with which is a joke that I made up at about 3 in the morning 4 years ago😂

Where did the patella grow up?

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Kneebraska

(Terrible I know)

Another one I made up:

What state did the graphite go to school?

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Pennsylvania

(Also terrible I know)

A/N:Once again thank you T for being so amazing and Happy Birthday! Writing this has also helped me out of my writers block and that's really exciting!

#m mini celebration #bob floyd one shot #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #M hearts T #Happy Birthday

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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ghostface bob where he is more confident when wearing the mask? “the mask stays on”

trick or treat!

this post is 18+, minors dni. cw masochism/slapping

"Please," You whimper, Bob's thick, gloved fingers mercilessly circling your clit while the other hand pumps through your cunt, "I want to kiss you! Please, Bob, I need it."

"No," He breathes, voice raspy, "I want it on."

"But Bob," You whine, crying out as your belly caves when his fingers prod just below it, "C'mon! I- I just want your mouth on me," You rake in a heaving breath, "Just for a sec-"

The second your fingers slip beneath the mask, white plastic thick in your fingers, he snaps. He pinches your clit hard, fingers flying out of your cunt to smack you across the cheek, "I said no! The mask stays on."

You stare at him, wide-eyed; breathless. The carved plastic had turned your sticky-sweet, caring, considerate boyfriend into a masochism machine. Your cheek stings where his hand fell across it and you nod dumbly, mouth hung open as he checks for confirmation.

"Yeah," You hum mindlessly, more of a breath than a word. He seems satisfied with your answer, and as your eyes rove the soulless face before you the fingers in your cunt become impossibly more appealing, "Yeah, mask- mask stays on."

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say-al0e · 6 months

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Starlight

Rating: PG

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bob, however, cared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he knew that you shared more similarities than differences.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Really, though, he should’ve known better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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