#bob x female reader

[therockandarock]

girlfriend | robert “bob” floyd x fem!reader

warnings- fluff, bob blushing, swearing, alcohol, smut, unprotected sex, i was too lazy to proofread lol 

18+ minors DNI!!!

reader works at hard deck :)

word count- 2.7k 

You knew that look. As you skated around drunk men and took the orders of nearly the whole bar his gaze never left yours. For weeks now you two had been balancing on a tightrope of teasing and heated moments. 

When Robert “Bob” Floyd first arrived for his mission you two had hit it off right away. His being sober at The Hard Deck called for him striking up conversation with you as much as he could. One night after your shift ended you stayed up sitting on the bar stools for nearly 3 hours talking about anything you could. The week after that you couldn’t wait to see him walk through the bar doors just to get a chance to talk again. 

He began to infiltrate your thoughts almost constantly. As you were talking again late one night your eyes couldn’t help but drift their gaze to his lips. He was explaining something to you about the mechanics of his jet, but your mind had wandered to what his lips would feel like against your own. A hot blush crept up your neck as you realized you had begun to harbor feelings for the man. 

On an impulse you sprang forward and kissed him in the middle of his sentence, completely silencing him. You pulled back just as quickly, and Bob just blinked at you, processing if what had just happened actually did. 

You quickly muttered an apology and Bob just shook his head. You turned away from him immediately regretting your impulsive decision. Your face burning, you began to regret everything you’d said to the man, thinking you’d read him all wrong. 

You felt his hand fall to your forearm as he turned you back to face him. He didn’t say anything as his gaze moved from your eyes to your lips and back. His silence continued as he leaned forward and connected your lips again. 

This time it was intentional, slow, and made butterflies creep up your stomach. He reached for you as you reciprocated the kiss. One hand in your hair, thumb resting on your cheek, the other searching for your waist. You held the front of his shirt, scared to let him go, and deepened the affair, sliding your tongue along his bottom lip. He gladly accepted and slowly yet fiercely slid his own into your mouth. 

The kiss continued and your hands slid along his front and ended in his hair, gripping. He released a quiet moan as you did and without breaking the kiss he stood from his own stool and trapped you against the bar. Your back dug into the bartop as you moaned back into his mouth and his hands slid down to your hips, squeezing. 

Had your phone not interrupted, you’re sure it would have continued to escalate that very night. He released you with a sigh, and you kept your eyes closed for just a moment longer. 

You slowly peeled them open and Bob groaned at the sensuality of it all. He huffed a small laugh and a blush covered his face as he scratched the back of his neck, perhaps in insecurity at his previous actions. 

As time went on you began to see each other frequently, in and out of the bedroom. No one could have prepared you for the skill Bob provided when you began sleeping together. While no label had been discussed between you two, you knew there was something more. Besides the near-perfect chemistry you two had when you slept together, your conversations and communication were the best you’d had with any man. 

Afraid to mess up whatever was going on between you two, you never pushed for a label or serious commitment. You knew he was working hard on a dangerous mission, and you didn’t want to ruin this (partly because he was the best lay you’ve ever had). 

Little did you know Bob felt the same way. The man was obsessed with you. Despite not enjoying the bar scene he made sure to be at The Hard Deck as much as he could. Penny found it absolutely adorable. Bob thought about you constantly. When he was flying, during important briefings, before bed, hell even when he was brushing his damn teeth. 

He was afraid that proposing a relationship would freak you out, but also understood being in a relationship with a pilot could be a draining one. So, he kept things as they were. Casual. But not. He’d never in his life been able to fuck a girl, then talk about which constellation was his favorite, or why certain childhood memories meant more to him than others. It was something he loved about your dynamic. 

But here you were. It was getting late and even more busy as the night went on. While nights were always pretty packed, Friday nights were the worst. Bob and the rest of the Dagger Squad had shown up earlier playing pool and darts, and discussing new ideas for their mission. 

You had snuck in some conversation with Bob when he was sent to the bar to collect another round, but the crowd kept you busy and your mind preoccupied with all the orders.

The Dagger Squad had their suspicions that Bob liked you, but never in a million years did they think you two were actually “something”. 

Hangman especially. The man could never not flirt with you. You always shot him down, but it became some sort of game to him. Bob always observed, but seeing as you rarely even responded to Jake, he found it more amusing. 

So when Hangman announced in the middle of who knows what round of pool, “Well damn. Seems like I’ve got some competition at the bar.” Bob’s heart rate picked up.

His head swung over to you taking an attractive man’s order while laughing and shaking your head. His brows furrowed as you continued to smile while you made his drink. 

 Bob put down his pool stick and muttered a quick excuse to get away from the game. Phoenix shot Rooster a knowing look that he returned. 

You were handing the same guy, even more attractive up close, his drink as Bob placed his elbows on the bar. You turned to him and your eyes widened as you registered who was before you. 

“Hi”, you blushed. 

He continued to stare at you then switched his gaze to the man who was retreating to his table.

    “Who was that?” Bob questioned. 

“I don’t know. Just some guy.” You were confused by his sharp greeting. 

He hummed a reply then pushed his glasses up his nose as he said, “I uh, it just looked like maybe you knew him or something”

You furrowed your brows and shook your head. 

“No, no I've never seen him here before actually.”

He once again looked back to the guy then you, “I don’t like him”, he muttered. 

You huffed a small laugh then said, “Me either, his attempt at flirting with me was atrocious.”

You laughed again as Bob scoffed. He leaned off the counter onto his hands, and a small smile appeared as he turned back to his friends shaking his head. 

It was near closing and the guy from earlier was not letting you out of his sights. Bob had come to pay his near nonexistent tab and whispered to you that he’d wait for you outside till you were finished. 

Last call had been announced what seemed like forever ago and this guy had still not left. As you were dragging your rag across the bar top he leaned in too close for your liking. 

“You wanna get outta here when you're done?” 

“Uh, no. I’m good thanks.” 

He just smiled as if you were playing hard to get.

“C’mon girl you were flirting with me all night, don’t leave me hanging.”

You stopped your cleaning and glared at the man. Luckily for you, Penny had overheard his antic from the register. She nearly shouted at the guy, “She doesn’t owe you anything, pal. We’re closing now, you gotta go.”

He shot his hands up in a false act of surrender and laughed as he said, “Alright, alright” and made his way out. 

You turned to Penny with wide eyes and shook your head. She laughed and told you to head home and be careful. 

Bob was waiting outside the door, just like he said he would. He pushed off the wall he was leaning against and reached for you. He grabbed you by the waist, one hand gripping your cheek as he collided his mouth with yours. Your eyes widened at his unusual greeting, but as his lips met yours again you leaned into him. You kissed him back with the same urgency and clasped your hands to his cheeks. He deepened the kiss with a groan and you pulled away, knowing you would find no shame in letting him fuck you outside your place of work if you didn’t. 

You caught your breath as you gasped “What was that for?”

He replied with a shy “Nothing”, but turned as you heard a car door slam. 

The guy from the bar. You gave Bob a knowing look and he sheepishly shrugged his shoulders, blushing. 

“Oh my God you were jealous”

“What? No.” He tried to play it off and fake a laugh, which prodded a genuine one from you. 

“You can’t deny it, you were showing that guy I was yours.” You stopped dead realizing what had slipped from your lips. His. You opened your mouth to refute your comment, but Bob grabbed your hand and squeezed. You glanced up at him and saw he was giving you a small smile. 

“Mine, huh?”, “I’d like that. Like a lot”

You blushed even more at his statement and a smile overcame your features. 

“Yeah?” you questioned. 

“Yes.” He answered definitely. 

“Me too”, you grabbed him by the cheeks again and slotted your lips against his. 

He kissed you back slow this time. When he pulled away he gripped your hand and led you to his car. He opened the door for you and jogged back to his side. As he started the car he gave you the look. You nodded back, answering his silent question. 

You bit your lip as he slid his hand along your thigh while he started the journey back to your place. He sent you heated glances as he drove and began rubbing his thumb back and forth where it lay on your thigh. Pathetic as it may sound, the light touch turned you on. 

You felt that familiar heat spread throughout you as you thought about what was going to proceed in a few moments.

As he pulled to the curb outside your house you both quickly unbuckled and jumped out. Bob grabbed your waist as you made your way to the front door. You felt his body heat radiate as he pressed his front to your back while you shakily unlocked the door. You could feel all of him as he began to press his lips to your neck. You gasped and pushed back against him. 

The door finally managed to open, and Bob was quick to spin you and lead you inside. His lips attacked your own as he maneuvered his way to your bedroom. The man knew where to step seeing as he’d made it a mission to christen every piece of furniture you both could. Your bedroom door was pushed open and Bob never broke the kiss as he laid you onto the bed. He was hovering above you as he pulled away and stared at you. 

He was panting, as were you, and he slowly sat up and removed his shirt. He tossed it to the floor as he began to place kisses down your neck. You moved your head to the side to give him more room and moaned as he made his way to that tender, sweet spot right at the base of your neck. 

As he assaulted your neck his hands made their way under your top to your chest. He squeezed and your back arched up in return. You were panting and becoming impatient. 

You quickly removed your own shirt and grabbed Bob’s face to kiss him thoroughly. He kissed you harshly his tongue dancing with your own. You moaned into his mouth and shot your hips up to grind against his own. 

He released a sound of his own and pushed his hips into yours, harder. As his hips rolled against just the right spot your mouth opened against his as you groaned. Your back arched with his movements and Bob took the opportunity to unclasp your bra. He dragged the straps down your shoulders and when you were exposed he quickly made work of kissing you. His tongue dragged across your nipple as his hand made work of the other breast. Kneading and squeezing, pinching your nipple as his mouth sucked the other, teeth grazing it as he released it with a pop. 

“Please” you begged, not entirely even sure what for. 

He leaned down again and began his torment on your other breast. You ground your hips against his and moved one hand to run through the hair at his neck. 

Your other hand reached between your bodies and you made quick work of the button on his jeans. You palmed him over his pants and he groaned. He sat up taking the hint your actions called for. He quickly undid your own pants and slid them off impossibly fast. He grabbed the hem of your underwear and slowly, painfully so, slid them over your hips and down your legs. You whined at the torture and lightly wrapped your leg around his own attempting to pull him closer. He huffed a laugh, and slid his jeans and briefs off. 

His cock was stiff and hard. He leaked at the tip just as you leaked between your thighs. He crawled back over you and moved his hand over your hip. His fingers slid over your entrance, capturing your arousal as he moved his fingers to your clit. You moaned loudly when he traced circles over you and watched you with glazed-over eyes. 

While you normally would have basked in the foreplay, right now you needed him. 

“I need you”, you breathily said. 

“I’ve got you”, was all he said as he leaned down and sensually kissed you. You felt him move to your entrance and slowly sheath himself inside you. You both moaned into each other as his length stretched you. His thrusts started slow, but not soft. He was rocking into you, hands supporting himself over you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and held him as close as you could. He was yours. Your arms covered his shoulders and you panted and squirmed under him. He picked up his pace and you threw your head back at the sensation. He was hitting you in just the right spot.

He pushed his head into your neck and placed loose kisses there. His lips pressed against your ear as he practically moaned, “You’re mine. All mine.” 

Your moans grew louder as he thrust and thurst inside you. He could feel you growing closer, consequences to his words.

He reached down and rubbed furious circles around your clit. You felt the familiar heat grow in your lower spine and you whined. He lifted his head and held your eyes as he urged you to come. 

You came around him and he groaned at the sight. His head fell back to your ear as he whispered how beautiful you looked as you came. 

His thrusts became uneven and his pace faltered. You gripped his back and pushed him as far into you as you could. You kissed everything you could reach and kept repeating “I’m yours”, until he stilled and finished inside you. 

He slowly pulled out and rolled onto the bed, taking you into his arms. You cuddled in a blissful daze, saying nothing as he pushed your hair behind your ears. 

“I’ve wanted you to be my girlfriend for God knows how long.”

You glanced at him through your lashes and smiled. “Me too” you murmured. 

“I’m glad we're on the same page then”, he blushed. 

Your smile only grew as he pulled you into him and traced aimlessly on your bare back until you both found a peaceful slumber. 

[princessphilly]

Title: Good Girls Do

CW: smut smut smut! Dom!Bob, thigh riding, biting, spanking, choking, cum play. Typed on phone, I apologize for all errors

Tagging: @newlibrary @grey--scale--girl @i-am-a-lost-girl16 @ahockeywrites @lorecraft @writercole @mayhem24-7forever

“Are you going to be my good girl?”

You tried to nod with Bob’s hand on your throat. You just had your sports bra on, the rest of your workout clothes somewhere around the floor. Gliding on Bob’s thigh, you managed to say, “Yes.”

It was a quick smile, a very pleased look on Bob’s face before he slid his thumb into your mouth. You sucked it, eyes drifting closed.

**

“Thanks for taking one for the team.”

You simply nodded. Your friends were talking about their experiences with the rest of the guys while you had hooked up with Bob. Everyone had a great time but they assumed that your night had sucked.

Well, it had kind of sucked, especially when you sucked Bob’s cock and he came on your face. Then he fed his cum to you with his fingers, taking it off your face and placing it in your mouth.

And you swallowed every bit like a bitch in heat.

The conversation turned to other things but your phone started to vibrate. It was a message from Bob, just a picture of a pair of nipple clamps. You felt your pussy get wet as you sent him back a yes, a smiley face, and a devil face.

**

Your movements were now desperate, as you needed to cum. Bob’s thighs were muscular and hard and he was juggling his thigh under your cunt, helping you get closer to your high.

“I love how you look, baby girl, the way you bite you lip. Are you going to cum for me?”

Bob’s eyes were expectant but when you didn’t answer fast enough, he spanked your thighs. You yelled, the pain making the pleasure even greater. “I’m close,” you whispered. You weren’t a screamer when you came but you were a gusher.

Bob stopped, holding you still. Your eyes flew open as you looked at him questioningly. Your Bob tsked, “You didn’t ask for permission, baby girl.”

“Please, may I cum,” you begged as you slowly began to grind on Bob’s thigh again. You weren’t as close as before but you could get there quickly.

There was a kiss up your neck, by your ear. Then a whispered, “You can,” before a bite on your shoulder. And you came apart, your slick covering Bob’s thigh, his teeth marking you as his own.

[notroosterbradshaw]

Kisses #11 with Bob and maybe a pilot!reader?

PROMPT: 11. a kiss that says ''we're late for work, but let's be later''

thank you for this, nonny. Let's go!

A/N - I have another 10 or so kiss prompts. I'm going to close the requests. Thank you for your submissions, I'm enjoying writing them. Def overwhelmed but will continue with what I’ve already received xx

“You need to go that way, I need to go that way,” you mumbled against Bob’s lips, reaching for the collar of his flight suit to pull him closer. He huffed a quiet hum, your actions not mirroring your words in the slightest. 

You were about two minutes away from hearing the riot act from Cyclone, Bob was about to hear the same from Phoenix for the 200 push-ups she had coming because he was surely going to be late and well, you know, partners. Your lips had been glued together for the better part of five - 

“Uh huh,” Bob said, pulling his grip against you tighter, his big hands pressing into your hips and curving your spine to him. 

It all started innocently enough. You grinned at each other as you crossed pathways in the hallway. You have just left a morning meeting and Bob had just gone through his morning seminar, heading to pre-flight. “Just,” he lifted his wrist from your side, spying his watch over your shoulder. “90 more seconds and we can make a break for it, okay?”

“On the clock, so sexy,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. He caught your lips again. Sweet Bob, how this was turning into a daily occurrence was baffling to you. You’d met him in his graduate year, and as deceptive as his shyness projected, Bob wasn’t overly timid around those that he knew. You’d got to talking one night over a few drinks at The Hard Deck and you couldn’t get enough of his stories of growing up on the farm but also needing to break the chain of his family’s expectations for what he truly wanted in life.

He thought that was to fly but his fate brought him to the backseat, a role he relished and knew he was damn good at too. 

A few beers that night and he had you a quivering mess as he pressed his body against yours outside the bar. It never really eventuated further that. But this time was different. You had both found yourselves in the right places at the right time. Funny that.

His strong palm would wrap around your wrist, drag you into the closest classroom and kiss you ferociously until the very last second when you’d both escape before being caught. To this point... there were way too many near misses for your luck not to run out. And soon. 

Your phone started to buzz and Bob only fought harder for your kiss, his slick tongue sweet against your own. You’d learned so much from him. Like... how not to underestimate the quiet ones.

“Bob, I gotta go. It’s Cyclone, I have another meeting - ” 

He groaned against your lips. He knew he was in for it too. “Okay, okay,” he said, reluctantly and stepped away. He took his BCGs off (good lord, they weren’t meant to be attractive by any stretch... but Bob definitely found a way to make them work) and he rubbed the slightly foggy marks away against his flight suit before adjusting them back on his eyes properly, a goofy smile on his lips. Proud, pleased. Both.

Collecting yourself, you were scared the open the classroom door in case there was a gaggle of new students on the other side. You straightened your clothes and breathed evenly. “Have a good day, Lieutenant.”

“Yep,” was all he could reply as you ducked out and left him to his devices. Reading his wat, he knew: Natasha Trace was going to kill him. He was late. 

“Think this is funny?” Phoenix asked as Bob scurried across the tarmac as she inspected their aircraft a few moments later. “You wanna go on this mission, we gotta be on our A-game.”

“Of course,” Bob said, his skin flushing. 

She frowned at him, glad they weren’t spotted by any of their seniors. “I dunno who she is, Bob, but this is the second day in a row your mouth is covered in lipstick. I think yesterday’s suited you better though,” she smirked to herself, using her thumb to rid away the last of the evidence.

He nodded. “She’s everything,” he told his partner. 

“She works here?” 

He gave a single nod. 

“Say no more - tell me everything tonight over a beer,” she instructed as Bob’s face brightened slightly.

“Well, ok.” 

[topgunruinedme]

Haze

Synopsis: Bob love you in entirety, meaning he never wanted to be parted form you. Leading to his solution doing push-ups with you on his back. After a few years he hardly felt them at all, so yes he smashed the rest of the aviators on deck, 200 nah 1000.

Bob often trianed with you In the house, he often does push-ups her sitting cross legged on his back while she read her book out loud. She always worried about being to heavy but he always told her it was perfect.

So when he and Phoenix were shot down he had no issues with the push-ups, after the first 50 he lost track and got lost in his head, not breaking pace.

She laughed “are you sure Robby?” She asked in concern, he grinned “I’m serious”. He got into position and held his weight while she carfulky perched cross legged on his back he adjusted to the weight quickly felling the extra challenge, “is this aright?” She asked wearily. “Its perfect Darling” he soothed as he started his push-ups slowly to let her get settled into the movement so she didn’t fall off. “Now what’s the book you were reading?” He knew she was smiling as she started gushing about the book, before continuing to start reading it out loud to him, he never broke form or stopped. He had done it for so many years that he hardly felt them anymore.

He never flattered, perfect form. Not noticing when his team mate stood or when the next joined him on the ground. He came back to the world when a pair of boots stood infornt of him nudging one hand out form under him, but in stead of falling he confined his pace on one hand balancing his weight

“Bloody hell” he heard hangman whisper impressed, he glanced up not stopping, he could feel a soft ache in his muscles but he could keep going for a long while before his body forced him to stop. Maverick was standing in front of him, he was frowning.

“Sir?” He reacted swiftly when the man attempted to bring his other arm from under him his body fell slightly for a split second before he caught himself on his original hand. Continuing his pace, Maverick hummed.

“Have you been down here since the first run kid?” He asked, Bob blinked the sun was setting “Has there been more then one sir?”.

He could see Fanboy and Payback lounging in the shade under the jet wing, Hangman, Phoenix and Rooster were sitting not far from him watching. He saw Cyclone and Warlock talking by his right watching. Cyclone was holding a bottle of water another one sat by his foot.

He frowned at them, what was going on? “How many has he done?” Maverick asked Hondo, “i stopped counting after 800” the man said flatly.

“How long ago as that?” Hondo checked his watch “2 hours ago give or take?”.

“That happens sometimes sir, i get lost in my head and I loss time. Im not tired, a little sore. I can keep going” Bob offered not entirely sure why they were making a big deal about it but before Maverick could say anything Cyclone walked over, “As interesting as that could be I would prefer my WSO not getting heat stroke” he chucked the bottle in his hand at him and instinctively he rolled his body to his side landing in a safe roll catching the bottle laying on the tarmac on his back.

[hederasgarden]

All The Right Moves

Summary: Your day takes a turn for the better when you meet not one but two cute Navy Pilots at the hospital. Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x F!Reader x Robert “Bob” Floyd  Word Count: 1.8K Ratings: Gen. AU, fluff, awkwardly charming Bob, a very direct Phoenix and some flirting. Brief mention of some superficial injuries Phoenix and Bob have. A/N: In this AU Bob and Phoenix have known each other since they went to Top Gun together and have had a casual thing going on whenever they see one another. This story is based on an anon ask I received. It takes place in the same universe as Follow the Leader but occurs first.  Reblogs and comments feed the muse. 

Walter trots happily alongside you in the hallway of the hospital. He’s wearing his bright red therapy dog vest and his nose twitches as he takes in all the exciting scents. The hospital staff you pass stop to pet him and share a few words with you. You’re both well known around here, spending long hours comforting patients and their families in the summertime after school’s out and you aren’t bogged down with teaching. 

Today you’re visiting one of the quieter floors. Several of the rooms you pass are empty. You find Macy at the nurses' station. She grins when she sees you, bending down to ruffle Walter’s golden fur and baby talk to him about what a good boy he is. Walter's tail smacks noisily against her desk and he offers her a lick in greeting. 

“Where should we start today?” You ask. 

“We have a few navy pilots in house who were involved in a crash,” she tells you, standing up and brushing dog hair from her blue scrubs. “Nothing major but they seem like they could use a pick me up. I’d start with 305. The guy in there is an absolute sweetheart.”

“We are on it!” You promise, gently tugging on the leash to get him to follow you.

You knock on 305, hearing a muffled invitation to come in. The man on the bed is about your age and looks a little worse for wear with a cut on his forehead and a split lip. He’s wearing the standard hospital gown that does no one any favors, yet he somehow manages to look adorably handsome. You introduce yourself and Walter and ask if he'd like company. 

"Me?" He questions, glancing behind him to the empty bed. 

"Unless you have a friend hiding in the bathroom," you joke, charmed when the tips of his ears turn red.

“No ma’am. It’s just me.” He pauses, looking at Walter. “I do love dogs.”

“Well Walter loves people, you’re going to make a great pair,” you tell him warmly, walking around the bed to take a seat on the chair next to him. It's only now that you're closer that you realize his glasses are cracked.

You tap the bed and Walter rests his two front paws next to the man’s hip, waiting to be petted. 

“I’m Robert,” he says. “But uh, everyone calls me Bob.”

You watch him stroke Walter’s head gently, a little half-smile on his face as he continues to pet your dog. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Bob."

Walter barks, his own way of introducing himself, and you both laugh as he gets more insistent, nuzzling and licking Bob’s face for attention. Behind you, the heart monitor beeps steadily, its intensity lower than when you first came in.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Bob. “Heard you were in a crash.”

“Pretty good considering,” he tells you, meeting your eyes briefly before looking back at Walter. 

You can feel him watching you again a moment later but keep your attention focused on your dog, sensing Bob might be a little shy. The few pilots you met before were borderline assholes who loved to hear themselves talk. Bob seems incredibly sweet and down to earth. 

“Being a pilot for the Navy must be pretty exciting,” you continue. 

“Oh, well I’m just a Wizzo, ma’am.” When you look blankly at him he clears his throat and ducks his head. “Sorry, it stands for weapon systems officer. My partner Phoenix does all the fancy flying.” 

“That’s still very impressive,” you tell him.

“Oh, you uh, must impress easy then,” he jokes, glancing up at you. 

There's a nervous little line in his brow that doesn't disappear until you laugh. He gives you a real smile then and it lights up his whole face, highlighting just how handsome he actually is. His dark blue eyes meet yours before glancing away only to return again a moment later. 

Was he flirting with you? 

Your chest warms unexpectedly at the thought, but a current of nervous energy also rips through your body. You shift in the hospital chair, sitting up a little straighter and brushing off a clump of dog hair clinging to your light blue shirt. Suddenly you wish you’d put a little more effort into your appearance today. 

“I’ll have you know I have high standards,” you say, tilting your head to look at him with a grin. “Isn’t that right, Walter?”

Your dog barks and wags his tail happily while you scratch his rump. Whatever Bob’s about to say gets interrupted by his phone dinging with a message notification. 

“Sorry,” he apologizes, picking it up. Whoever the text is from makes him smile softly. He types a quick reply, looking at you briefly before setting it face down on the table. “Walter seems like he might be biased,” Bob notes, amused.

“That's a heavy accusation. Impugning poor Walter’s credibility, Bob,” you tease, touching his arm briefly.  

“I get it,” he whispers to Walter, scratching his chin and making your dog groan happily. “I’d probably be biased too.”

A little thrill zips along your spine when Bob looks up at you and holds your gaze. This time it’s you who looks away, tapping your fingers against your thigh. You chew the inside of your cheek, trying to work up the courage to ask if he wants to join you for coffee after he gets discharged. There weren't technically any rules about asking a patient out, you were only a volunteer after all, but you’d avoided doing it. 

“Would you maybe want to,” you start just when the door to Bob’s room opens. 

The woman that enters is beautiful with striking features and silky-looking black hair swept back in a utilitarian bun. She’s wearing a torn flight suit and there’s a smudge of something black along her cheekbone. A bandage disappears below the neckline of her suit. 

“Hey Phoenix,” Bob greets, smiling. 

“Hey,” she returns, her face softening as she takes in the man on the bed. She touches his shoulder, her thumb sweeping up the side of his throat and down again. His Adam's apple bobs in response. They share meaningful eye contact that feels intimate enough to make you stare down at your hands until it passes. 

Had you read the situation wrong? Oh god, maybe he hadn’t been flirting before and was just being nice. He did refer to Phoenix as his partner earlier. You assumed he meant it in a buddy type way but there is clearly something between them. 

“Who’s your friend, Bob?” Phoenix asks, looking at you. 

She makes an unnerving amount of eye contact with you before her dark brown eyes drag down your body and flick back to your face again in a quick assessment. Awkwardly you stand and hold out a hand, introducing yourself and Walter. Her slim fingers are cool and calloused against yours. Walter is oblivious to the tension in the room, jumping off the bed to greet Phoenix. To your relief the other woman squats down and scratches Walter in his favorite spot behind his ears. 

“Aren’t you handsome, buddy,” she whispers before looking up at you, head cocked to the side. “What do I need to do to get a visit from you?”

Her tone almost sounds flirty, but you know it couldn’t possibly be. She’s probably pissed you were flirting with her boyfriend and now she was trying to make a point that you were spending too much time with Bob. That you should be visiting other patients. You glance at him, surprised to find him smiling at you. Phoenix pats Walter on the head one more time and stands. 

She shares a look with her partner who nods. In response the corner of her lips curve upward and she turns to face you. “Would you like to go out with us?” She asks.

"Out with you,” you repeat, confused. Was this some weird power move to make sure you knew Bob was hers? “Like to dinner… or a cabin in the woods to kill me because I promise, I didn't realize he was your boyfriend." You hurry to tell her. “I was just being friendly. That’s what Walter and I do here at the hospital.”

To your surprise both Bob and Phoenix laugh. 

"Oh, I see I'm going to have two of you," Phoenix says and you stare at her confused.

"Two of us?"

"Bob babbles when he's nervous too," Phoenix tells you, rounding the bed to approach you. Her gait is steady and slow, the look on her face causing a flurry of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. “We want to take you out on a date if you’re interested. No hard feelings if you’re not. Or if you just want to see Bob, that's okay too,” she says casually. 

“But… you’re together?” You ask, motioning between them. 

“Sort of,” says Bob at the same time Phoenix replies, “Define together.” 

They look at each other and laugh. It’s an infectious sound. Both of them are attractive and it’s been a painfully long time since you’ve been out with someone or done anything fun. A date wouldn’t be so bad. At worst it would lead to nothing, then again, you could also have a fun night together. Maybe it was time to try something new.

“Okay,” you tell them both. “I’d like to go out. With both of you.” You clarify. 

“Give me your phone,” Phoenix instructs, holding her hand out. She brings up your contact list and swiftly enters what you assume is her and Bob’s numbers, sending a text to both their numbers. Their phones chime in unison and she hands yours back. “There, now we’re all set.”

She’s so different from him, direct but not pushy, though-, that throws you off a little. 

“Well, um, I look forward to hearing from you both,” you say, picking up Walter’s leash and almost missing the amused look Bob and Phoenix share. You feel a little awkward now but there’s a pleasant, excited buzz of energy flowing beneath your skin. “I should be going though, we have more patients to see.”

You get halfway to the door before a thought occurs to you and you turn around to look at Phoenix. "Hey… how did you know I'm um you know…" you trail off, gesturing to yourself. 

“I have a radar for these things, plus Bob’s like catnip to bisexual women,” she says with a wink. “We’ll see you soon,” she promises. Behind her Bob waves.

You’re making your way down the hall when your phone pings. It’s a group message from Phoenix with a suggested time and date to meet up at a place called the Hard Deck. The next message is from Bob, letting you know their patio is dog friendly. You bend down and scratch Walter’s head.

“Looks like we got a date buddy,” you tell him with a grin.

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My inbox is open for your thoughts and feedback as well as drabble requests for this little verse I am creating.

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I think I need headcanons for Bob proposing to s/o ☺️

Omfg I love this idea. Thank you so much! ᰔᩚ

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• This man is so lost and nervous he doesn't know what to do with himself after he's got it all planned out!

• He's definitely going to try and distract himself with anything he can think of or get his hands on.

• And yes he is going to keep himself away from you most of the time. He would hate to give into his plan all because you literally just smiled or said 'hi' to him that night.

• Although before the day comes, he tells you to cancel all your plans(and will force you to if he's got to).

• Once the day comes, he of course takes you out to your favorite place(s) to eat at. Then visits you're favorite place in town. Whether it be a store, park, or anything.

• Of course he's going to stay on the low so that way he doesn't have anyone looking at him suspiciously.

• He does his very best to make sure you're having a great time. Telling you jokes, complimenting on how you look, etc..

• When he notices the right moment to propose to you, he's going for it. Right away he's all red in the face, and stuttering up a storm y'all. Plz kiss him after this.

• " My darlin'. I-I know we've known one another for a long time now.. And I was wonderin', " he paused, while getting out the small dark red box. " If you'd make me the happiest man, and let me be your husband? " He asked, opening the box.

• Inside was was a golden ring(or silver, or whatever you'd prefer you're ring band as), and a diamond(or crystal) of your favorite color.

• Now, if you didn't want a ring then he definitely asked you about it much earlier before the day of him proposing to you.

• If you say yes, this man is literally over the moon. He scoops you up into his arm's, and spins you around a few times. Afterwards, he does this, he pecks you're face full of kisses.

• He's repeating," I love you " over and over again as he kisses your face and the back of your hands out of excitement and pure lovestruck.

• If you say no, he's hurt. He's really hurt at that moment. He actually doesn't know how to react other than getting back up and putting the ring away.

• You are seriously going to have to explain to him on why you didn't want to marry him, and be be detailed about it because he thinks he's the reason you didn't want to marry him.

• Once you do, they'll try to understand, but it's still going to be hard on him for the next few days since he still feels like it's his fault you didn't want to marry him.

[michwritesstuff]

Ladybug (Top Gun Maverick: Robert “Bob” Floyd)

a/n: this picture of lewis is so funny to me but he just looks so soft and cuddly, i had to use it. this one is SHORT but i hope you guys love it :)

summary: female reader (she/her) x Robert “Bob” Floyd After a long day of training you look forward to nothing but a peaceful time in the locker room, only to be disrupted by a curious wso who seems to have a habit of being unnoticed.

notes/warnings: nothing really, soft/shy bob; mentions of tattoo, passed relatives

word count: 342

After a long day of training, you were finally relieved to shower and head back home.

Having gone last against Maverick, everyone was long gone as you finished up your push-ups.

You placed your helmet down as you began to unzip your flight suit. You knew that the California sun was no joke, but the pounds of uniform on top of that made it so much worse.

“You have a tattoo?”

You turned around to see Bob, eyes wide as he stared at where the ink on your skin peeked out beneath your sports bra.

“Fuck Bob, you scared me. I thought everyone was gone. But yeah, haha! I always forget about that thing; I can almost never see it unless I’m looking in the mirror.”

Bob stayed quiet as he watched you pull your hair up into a bun, noting his silence you glanced back over to him, his eyes still glued to your side.

“Do you wanna see it?” you asked amusingly.

Nodding his head, Bob stepped closer, swallowing a lump in his throat as you slowly pulled the band of your bra up.

“It’s a ladybug,” you smiled.

“What’s it mean?” he asked, fingers lightly trailing your skin as he traced the outline.

You shuddered at the sudden closeness between the two of you.

“Uhm—my grandpa used to call me his little ladybug. It’s just a reminder of him, he used to fly too.”

“I love it,” Bob spoke, eyes smiling warmly as they met yours.

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s fitting.”

“Thanks”

“You headed to the hard deck?” he asked, you missed the warmth of his closeness as he backed away.

“Was planning on it, but I need to hit the showers first.”

“I’ll give you a ride over. Just take your time, I’ll be in the car.”

“Uhm—yeah, thanks” you smiled, watching as Bob gathered his things and exited the locker room.

You couldn’t help the grin that broke across your face as you relived the small interaction.

“What the fuck was that?” you laughed to yourself.

a/n: If you like my work please support by liking/reblogging. Also, feel free to message me about ideas. I haven’t written in a while because I don’t have a lot of time, but when inspiration hits i’ll sit down for hours

Masterlist

[topgunafterdark]

bob and the reader having sex in the top gun academy or something and getting caught by phoenix or hangman or rooster?

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x f!reader

Title: Private Tour

Featuring The female reader working part time at the Hard Deck

Tags: smut, soft dom Bob, submission, needy, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, desk sex, begging, TOPGUN, semi-public sex, getting caught, vaginal sex, sex from behind, tits, Phoenix has more patience than anyone else on earth, Bob is too powerful to be stopped, bubble tea

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Private Tour

It keeps happening, and you have no one to blame but yourself. This time it’s happening at the TOPGUN mission training facility, because Bob showed up at the bar again and you asked him for a tour of said training facility rather than just ask him to fuck you, which is what you’d actually wanted. The mildly amused expression on Bob’s face said it all: he knew what you really wanted, and he had no intention of fucking you unless you asked for it first.

That’s just how Bob is. The first time around, he was a little more open, a little more cautious. You were new to one another, after all. But now that he knows he’s got you, all bets are off. He’s still sweet, but he’s also whip-smart, and from the way he expertly winds you up, he’s an expert people-reader. And he absolutely refuses to do anything to you without your say-so. It shouldn’t have been maddening. Literally, it isn’t. In practice, it is. Euphemisms are one thing; he lets you get away with them, so long as you pair your subtlety with physical advancements. But he won’t do the verbal heavy lifting on your behalf; one night, he showed up at the Hard Deck all alone, and you gave him the horniest once over on planet earth. You bit your lip, tilted your head just so, and pushed your tits out a little. And Bob smiled at you, finished his beer, left you a respectable tip, and went home. Your desires are your responsibility, after all.

The little fucker didn’t have to enjoy it so much, though. Right before he went out the door that night, you saw that sweet little smile turn a bit naughty. Submission doesn’t have to involve teeth and rope, canvas sacks, rigs installed into ceilings. Sometimes, it involves waiting. Bob makes you wait. Bob makes you say what you want. It makes you feel small, and dirty, and helpless to the whims of your libido to tell him exactly what you want. And you kind of fucking love it.

You asked for a tour. So he gave you a tour. Here is the front desk, he said. Here is the hangar. Over there, jets. No, you cannot photograph them. Here are the bathrooms. Here are some important people photographed on the wall. The whole time, he’s just grinning like an idiot and you are horny as hell and mad about it. He’s waiting for you to say it. He’s waiting for you to want him plainly, with no room for misunderstanding. A couple of his peers--you don’t know about any of them except for Natasha, or Phoenix, because he’d pointed her out to you as his pilot--walk by in their jumpsuits, shooting you curious glances that don’t go any further than that. By the time Bob lets you inside an empty classroom, points out the physics equations on the board, and hands you a model F-18--“They’re called Super Hornets,” he informs you--you’re ready to tear off your clothes and fuck him. Or kill him. You’re holding out for the former, though.

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” you respond. Your face becomes a fire hazard.

He comes one step closer. It’s the only thing he’ll do. You have to take the next step.

“Sounds very liberating,” he says. “Something you want?”

“You know what I fucking want, Bob.”

“Consent is very important,” he tells you with all the gravitas of a man who knows he’s the smartest one in the room more often than not. “So if there’s something you want, you should tell me. It’s easy.”

“You think it’s easy?” Flustered, you take a step back, hands on your hips, unsure if you want to bail out the window or just remove the rest of your clothing and stare him down until he does something about it.

“Of course,” he says. He leans up against the heavy desk at the front of the room and runs a finger across its surface. “For example, I want to bend you over this desk and make sweet, tender love to you. Now, you try. It’s fun.”

You’re going to kill him. You’re going to kill him, and no one will ever find the body.

“You’re a real smartass, Bob. And I bet you get away with it, don’t you?”

“It’s the glasses,” he sighs in mock exasperation. “And the baby face. What can I do?”

“You can fuck me,” you say. The words feel like taffy getting pulled from between your teeth: sticky, difficult, stubborn. But also: so very sweet. “Over this desk. Like you said. I want you to fuck me over this desk.”

“There you go,” Bob says.

With two gentle fingers to the top of your spine, he turns you around to face the desk, those same two fingers trailing down your back to become a gentler push, and you bend down until your breasts squish against the wood. You’re wearing a skirt again because you knew it would make things easier, and because you like to spread your legs to go deeper; shorts and pants make that a pain.

Two fingers become three: he sticks them inside you all at once, up to the palms of his hands, and you’ve got no time to be sheepish about how wet and ready you are before he’s fingering you open, one slick thumb heading down to pass feather-light over your clit. It’s teasing, and torture, and you’ve never felt better.

“You’re very enthusiastic,” Bob remarks, and you can hear the grin you can’t see. “It’s a shame you aren’t more forward more often.” What an absolute, little shit.

But then the fingers are gone, and he’s down on his knees with his face right between your thighs, eating you out with all the passion you know he’s capable of, when all everyone else sees is a bookish nerd who wouldn’t know sarcasm if it hit him in the face. His tongue rubs against your clit, and he tarries there long enough for over-stimulation to kick in, but when you try to move he grabs your hips nearly hard enough to bruise.

“You don’t want to move,” he says, breathless. “Do you? Say it. You want more.”

“I want more,” you admit. Your body burns like a wildfire. “I do.”

“Manners,” he chides.

“Please.”

You gasp when his tongue returns, and penetrates you as deep as you can go, occasionally replaced by fingers--three, and then four before you can’t fucking take it anymore.

“Fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck me.”

You are released. From behind, you hear the sound of a belt buckle, fabric being jostled, and then the head of his cock is pushing up against you, the thick mass of it just as impressive by touch as it is by sight. How the fuck, you think as he starts guiding himself in, did a guy like Bob wind up with this cock? He bottoms out with a grunt, and you squeeze around him, relishing in the sensation. There’s a bit of a burn, but the old hoo-hah has had a few rounds to acclimate itself to Bob’s obscenely large pants-snake, and Bob can feel it just as much as you can. Naturally, he comments.

“It’s getting easier,” he says, drawing his hips back and snapping them forward. “What are you going to do with yourself after I leave?”

It’s so good. It’s so fucking good and he’s one stroke in. “Get the biggest dildo I can,” you say through gritted teeth. “I will name it in your honor.”

The laugh that follows is kind, and genuine. “Consider me pre-honored by the fact. Please send photos of the naming ceremony.” He draws out again, and snaps back harder.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He thrusts again. Again. Again. “I would,” Bob says. “Please allow me to send my gratitude early.”

You’ve got just enough time to swear and grab the edge of the desk to hold on, and then Bob cuts loose. Your feet lift up off the floor, your breasts are bouncing, your spine is arched, and unless the vents in the room are closed you’re giving all the facility neighbors one hell of a show. With every sharp movement of his hips, Bob tears a new reaction out of you: a gasp, a moan, a breathy whine, a plea, his name, a groan. You can feel your muscles relax, your body itself shifting to let more of him in, to push back and meet him somewhere near the middle, to relish in the way his balls slap against you, which is a dirty pleasure you hadn’t even known you’d entertained until meeting him.

There’s no more sass from the man himself. When he gets to work, he gets to work, and after the last time you were promised no more dad jokes in bed. Bob did negotiate successfully for the presence of dad jokes during pillow talk. But if somebody was in or on somebody else--nada.

“Almost there,” he says, and speeds up. “Me or you?”

“Me,” you say. Shifting one forearm to rest flat on the desk for stability, you let your now-free hand come down to touch yourself, the decadent high of penetration joined by the electric, intense feeling just above. You become a vessel for nothing but your own pleasure, and his, and when you come you transform into a babbling mess, the fuck yes mixing with the please, please and harder and don’t stop until you can’t tell which way is up. You slap both hands palm-down on the desk and arch up as far as you can go, stretching out your orgasm as long as you can, Bob’s hand roughly lifting your shirt so he can pull and pinch at your breasts and nipples.

They’re personal--all the little touches that Bob learned you like. Because yeah, he’s a freak in the sheets, and yeah, he’s a lot spicier than you thought he could be, but he’s also observant and thoughtful. What you share might not be exclusive--you haven’t really talked that over with him since you know his presence here is temporary--but it’s personal, god damn it. Private.

So of course that’s the moment that the classroom door opens and Bob’s pilot, Phoenix walks in holding two large bubble teas. The instant she realizes what she just burst in on, Phoenix yelps and spins around.

“Bob. What the fuck. Again? Again?”

Bob doesn’t even stop. He does apologize, at least. What the fuck have these two been through together, you wonder? You knew being in the military involved some measure of modesty loss, but you’d thought there was a fucking limit, Jesus Christ.

“Sorry,” he says, and moves a tad faster, finishing with a silent inhale that you can feel expanding across your back from his chest. “Thought we’d be done by now.”

“Dude, what the hell. This is fucking ridiculous, Floyd. What is this, number seven on my list of times I’ve walked in on you humping some random person?”

“Oh, the last name. I’m in trouble.” Bob pulls out with a squelch, and you just screw your eyes shut as hard as you can. If you can’t see her, she can’t see you! Logic.

“I should just drink both of these, you nasty-ass bastard.”

“Considering this bubble tea is an apology purchase, which was promised to me after I walked in on you pegging you-know-who two days ago, I think not.”

Phoenix makes a sound of disgust, but even without knowing her you can tell it’s resting on a foundation of fondness. You feel a bit like a third wheel. Opening one eye a crack, you see Phoenix set one of the bubble teas down on a desk, flip Bob off, and leave the room.

“Love you,” she calls over her shoulder.

“I know,” Bob says. “Star Wars,” he offers you by way of explanation after you pull your shirt down and stand back up.

“You guys have known each other for a while, huh?”

“Work spouses ‘til we die. We’re the only ones who can stand each other, I’m afraid.” Bob tucks an errant strand of your hair back in its place. “Let’s get you back home. I hope your tour was educational. I just love learning new things.”

“It was,” you say, smiling despite yourself, and you stare at his hand all the way back to the parking lot, wondering what sort of mad courage you’d need to possess first before you had the guts to reach out and hold on.

[dragon-kazansky]

Carbon copies

Female reader. (Sorry)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader

Requested by @potashiuhm​

My first attempt at Bob!

You and Bob have the perfect little family. Your children certainly take after their parents.

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“Dinner!” You shout out through the house.

The first to make an appearance is your husband, who had only been in the next room. He gives you a kiss on the cheek as he passes you, making his way over to the sink to wash his hands. You smile as you make your way over to the table and set a plate down.

You don’t hear the sound of any more feet running through the house. You sigh softly and move closer to the door.

“Dinner!” You call again.

Within seconds you hear the hurried steps of your two children. You chuckle as you take your seat at the table. Bob sits down on the other side. Just as he gets settled his perfect carbon copy plops down in the seat beside him. You chuckle softly Robbie beams up at his dad.

Moments later your daughter comes in and takes her place beside you. She’s the spitting image of you.

“Eat everything on your plates and you can have ice cream after,” you tell them both. Both children give a cheer as you smile up at your husband who winks at you from his seat.

The next day you both take your children out to the park. You let them run wild when you reach the playground. Bob and yourself plop down onto a bench as your children go and find something to play on. You watch them run around with each other.

“She’ll go on the swings, I’m telling you,” Robert says.

You grin, “well then, you’ll be the one pushing her. I pushed her last time.”

Your eyes turn to your son.

“Monkey bars?”

“No way, the slide. I’d pick the slide,” he says.

Your daughter instantly goes to the swing set and Bob sighs as he gets up. She barely calls for him when he makes his way over. She giggles as her daddy starts to push her on the swing. You laugh.

Robbie runs right past the monkey bars and heads for the slide. You shake your head softly. He really is just like his father. You get up and make your way over to the slide. Robbie sits at the top and smiles at you when you come to stand near the bottom.

“Come on down, Robbie,” you chuckle.

Your son laughs as he pushes off and slides all the way down. He doesn’t wait to get up and go again. 

You spend quite a bit of time on the park before a familiar face pops up. You spot Phoenix walking her dog near by. You leave the slide and make your way over to the fence, calling her name. Natasha looks up and beams brightly at you.

“What are the chances?” She laughs.

You shrug.

You don’t get to say anything in return before your daughter has hopped of the swing with lightning speed and made her way over to the fence. Her arms push through the bars to pet Natasha’s dog. Seeing his sister playing with the cute dog, Robbie comes over and joins her.

Bob comes up beside you and wraps an arm around you.

“It’s insane that they look just like you,” Nat says, looking at your children. You smile softly.

“I know,” you chuckle.

“I’m glad our girl has your eyes, your nose, your lips, your hair,” Bob lists, looking at you.

“I love that our son is just a little you,” you say, looking back at him.

Phoenix chuckles and invites the children to come play with her dog for a while. Of course they say yes, You and Bob lift them up and drop them on the other side. Nat lets her dog off the leash and hands them the ball she brought. You climb over the fence with your husband and watch your children play.

“You know they’ll want a dog now,” you sigh, though you’re smiling.

“Sorry,” Phoenix says, not at all meaning it.

Bob laughs as the dog runs right past his feet.

“You guys are literally the perfect family.”

You turn and smile at Bob, who in turn is smiling back at you.

“I wouldn’t change it for the world,” you say.

“Me either.”

Your children laugh and squeal as the dog runs around with them. It really is like looking at younger versions of yourselves. They’re perfect in every way.

[callsign-rockstar]

Rulebreaker - R. Floyd x fem reader

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

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

word count: 2.4k

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

requested by: @cfvgbhndun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How was the car ride?” Penny asked.

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

“You need any help?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ooooh, if your requests are still open, I'd love to see how you think the boys of Easy Company would react to the reader revealing that she disguised herself as a boy to become a paratrooper to fight in the war 👀 (I love your writing btw!💖)

ohh i love this request! thank you!🌞

this kinda turned into "how did you disguise yourself as a man in easy and how the man found out" but i wanted to give some backstory😭

disguising yourself as a man to fight in a war seemed like a good idea at first

you thought it would be easy (hehehe)

and at first it was

you cut off all of your hair

you faked your medical examination

and then signed up for the paratroopers

you wanted to prove how capable of everything women are and frankly you wanted to be with the best

you wrapped bandages around your chest to cover your boobies, your bubbies, your bazookas

it was uncomfortable at first probably but you got used to it after some time

when you were ready and made sure you had everything, you had left to Toccoa

when you arrived at the camp nobody noticed (thankfully)

they would think that you don't look like a man but wouldn't mind much

if you are 5'4" or a little over that, they would probably poke fun at your height

"you tall enough to play yoyo?" said none other than bill guarnere

but they probably poked fun at all the short guys in the company like Perco or Luz (nothing too ruthless, it was all jokes)

doesn't matter if you were a little larger or skinny because there were various types of body men had (bull was kinda buffy while for ex. lieb was pretty skinny)

sobel would probably point out that you look a bit differently than the rest but eventually would let it go (he would say other mean things tho lol, hate this guy)

you made friends with a lot, but probably being the closest to Luz since you two arrived at the camp at the same time (and because he was fun)

everything was fine, you weren't falling behind anyone during exercises, you were actually better than some at running currahee and shooting

but there were some days you would suck at things

mainly due to the damn time of the month

you wanted to lay down all day when your cramps were bad but you couldn't obviously

yeah, you faked food poisoning once or twice but figured it wouldn't work well

so other times you would just try your best to cover your pain with pain killers and try no to bleed through your ODs

you hid your sanitary pads in your mattress as well as other things considered contraband in case of an inspection

the first man to find out about your secret identity was Skip

that bastard caught you changing your bandages one time and totally freaked out

after some threatening he kept his mouth shut

after Skip found out you tried even harder to cover up that you're a woman

but failed when Luz and Malarkey found out

you were scared

Luz has a big mouth

Makark's mouth never tends to close especially after alcohol so

but they were good friends and kept their mouth shut

fast forward to Normandy

you were injured during the assault at brecourt manor

grazed in the shoulder

you were dragged away by medics from the field

on your way back, you ran into Lipton

the company's mother

he rushed up to you and tried to patch you up

you refused to let him do so but then

he ripped open your ODs and found your chest covered in bandages

you had to tell him what's up

surprisingly lip took it well

yeah he freaked out a bit at first but then brushed it off

he began to treat you differently whenever none soldiers were there to see it

that man was so protective over you since that day

everyone just thought you and lip are Soo good friends and that's why he's around you a lot

in Bastogne bill found out

then buck found out

and toye

and then babe

soon it was like you had secret society in easy

you were all always together

then in Hagenau, Speirs found out

Ronald fucking Speirs

that man was scary but hell after he found out he didn't threaten to tell on you to Sink

thank you Ron <3

at the end of the war, you wanted to come clear with everyone

you told everyone in easy (which was scary asf)

but the boys were supportive and promised to keep that secret forever

dick was probably like "how did i never notice"

lewis was slightly heartbroken bc this man, the freaking intelligence officer, probably suspected something was off but never looked more into it

"couldn't you just tell me?" said probably liebgott

[princessphilly]

Hello, love! A little birdie told me you have a big day ahead of you today, so I wanted to drop a little something off as a pick me up for later. It’s a little different than my usual, but I wanted to try something new. Sending you good vibes and some love from Bob and me! <3

- tazer anon

You had picked him out at the bar that night. He was sweet, a little geeky and shy, but polite. His gentle, hesitant touch and soft, southern drawl stood out from the other patrons. You figured he would be a safe bet to go home with at the end of the night. He had such good manners, you could blow his mind if nothing else. Be a story for him to tell and let you blow off a little steam.

He told you his name was Bob, and he was a Naval pilot. Another surprise. You’d met pilots before. They were notoriously cocky, and— at least the one you had the misfortune of knowing— didn’t satisfy.

You told him as much, watching the flush spread across his cheeks and redden his ears. Bob explained that he was a “wizzo;” he wasn’t actually flying, he was manning the weapons systems. He answered all the questions you asked that night, jumping when you danced your hand up his thigh. Turning that lovely shade of pink again.

Like a gentleman, he picked up your tab and insisted you switch to water after a few drinks. Bob asked all sorts of questions about you: hobbies, music, movies, work. After a 20 minute recount of the chewing out you got from your project manager for HIS mistake that afternoon, you noticed how attentively he was listening to you and how easily you’d opened up. It made you flustered, apologizing for dumping that on him when he was just out looking for a good time.

“Don’t apologize, darlin’. I’m sorry you had such a rough day.” He dropped a warm, reassuring hand to your exposed knee. The rasp of his rough palm tickling your velvety skin. Bob asked another question, fingers playing idly with the hem of your dress.

You talked, he made you laugh, and after you’d finished your waters, Bob asked if he could escort you home. He was so sweet, you resolved that yeah, you were going to blow his mind. You should have remembered to look out for the quiet ones.

It had been you to push him back into your door. You that initiated the kiss, sinking your fingers into the short hairs at the nape of his neck. You who started plucking open the buttons of his neatly pressed shirt. You had a plan: suck him off enough to get him pliant, then ride him hard. Watch his eyes grow wide behind fogging glasses and see how far you could get that pretty flush to spread. Maybe in the afterglow, see if you couldn’t talk him into letting you ride his face, too. You had a plan, but the firm grip on your wrists halting your progress at four buttons threw a wrench in that plan.

“You sure you want to do this, darlin’?” He asked, blue eyes pinning you in place as if amplified by the lenses in front of them. You nodded. “If you want me to stop, you say the word, and I will.” His voice, once timid, now sincere and intense.

“Okay.”

“You promise, darlin’?”

“I promise.”

“Good girl.” He stroked the rough pad of his thumb over the apple of your cheek, and that’s when you realized that Bob had been in control from the moment your apartment door clicked closed behind you both. Maybe even from the moment you approached him at the bar. You thought you’d lured him into your honeysuckle trap, but it had been the other way around. You weren’t mad about it, either.

Even during sex, he kept up his manners, checking in and asking if things were okay.

“Spread your legs for me, please. Let me see that pretty pussy.”

“Can you keep ‘em open nice and wide for me? Thank you.”

“Can I touch you like this? Is that okay?”

“Such pretty tits. Can I suck on these, baby? Would you like that?”

“Open your mouth for me, please. Good girl, get my fingers nice and wet.”

“Thank you, sweet girl.”

It seemed so silly, but you wanted to please him and you wanted his praise. You wanted to hear him groan while he swiped his tongue in broad strokes through your glistening folds. You wanted him to work you open with three of his thick, callused fingers. You wanted to hear him praise you when you came so hard you squirted all over the front of his crisp button down.

And when you begged and pleaded, he always gave.

“Please, I need your cock inside me.”

“Faster, please, faster!”

“Yes, I love your hand around my throat. Harder, pleasepleaseplease, I need it harder!”

And with every mind numbing orgasm, you shook and shivered, keening his name and “thank you, thank you, thank you, fuuuuuuuck!” Whining and whimpering under every praise hitting your ear in that soft drawl.

Rolled on your side, with Bob tucked close behind you. His cock stuffing your spent pussy, puffy and pulsating. He rocked into you gently, knowing how overstimulated four orgasms would leave you. He cradled you, wrapping you in his arms, planting kisses along your neck, shoulder, jaw. Bob’s breath was ragged in your ear. Senses hazy, but you heard him loud and clear.

“Where do you want me to cum, sweet girl?” The rhythm of his hips starting to pick up. You gave a broken moan as the hand under you covered his own on your breast and squeezed, the other flying back behind you to sink your nails into his ass.

“Where do you want me to cum, sweet girl?” He asked again, pounding into you properly this time. Every thrust jiggling your ass and jolting the mattress against its frame.

“Inside!” You whined, “please cum in my pussy!” He growled in your ear, bringing a hand down to work frantic circles over your aching clit. Desperate to feel you clench around him one last time.

Your voice broke in a moan of thank you’s and sobs, while your hot, wet walls locking around him like a vice sent him straight over the edge. Bob moaned, deep and guttural into your neck; panting and pressing his hips as flush to your ass as possible. You felt the heat of his release fill you from the inside, the twitching of his length matching the anemic fluttering of your walls. “Thank you, darlin’.”

The next morning you woke, half expecting Bob to be long gone. Instead, you found him half-hard inside you still, stroking the baby hairs at your temple; urging you gently back to the land of the living. You offered to wash his shirt and he offered to make you breakfast. After round two.

I was blessed two days ago and now I’m sharing with everyone else. I love you, Tazer anon.

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[callsigndragon]

PROMPT LIST |

Okay my wonderful people, we're only 9 followers away from 100! I can't really express how thankful I am. I really, really love every single one of you! This calls for a celebration. Here is the Top Gun Maverick prompt list! It's mostly fluff. There are some angsty quotes here and there but I'm in the mood to write tooth rutting flully things.

People you can ask for: Rooster, Hangman, Bob, Phoenix, Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Maverick.

I mostly do fem!reader, but I can do also neutral reader.

You can chose up to two prompt numbers, a member of the Dagger squad, and if you want to see something specific, just say it!

Prompt list

"So, baby... can we dance?"

"'Cause I like you."

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Is that my shirt?"

“You told your mother, right?”

“You have no idea how much I want to kiss you. ”

"I can’t wait for the day I get to hold you. I don't think I'll be able to let go." 

“If we get caught it’s totally your fault” 

"Do you need a hug?"

"Here comes the coolest person in the world. My wife."

"Are you...crying?"

“Hey, hey, where are you?” 

"I like my shirt on you. It looks cute."

"Will you just marry me already?"

"Don't go on that date."

"I think I'm in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me."

“I hate you” “No you don’t” “No I don’t”

“Permission to kiss you ?” “Permission granted”

“How is my gorgeous girlfriend doing today?” “What did you do?”

"Wait, you still remember that?"

“I’m so proud of you.” 

"How long have you been hiding this?"

“One more kiss?” “You said that 20 kisses ago”

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m here.” 

“Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance.”

“You are my home.”

"I'm not leaving her!"

"Of course I know the way you like your coffee."

"We should just stay in tonight and cuddle."

"I think I deserve a kiss for this."

“No, don’t stop. I like the sound of your voice.”

“You’re staring again.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

 "Just pretend to be my date."

“Nope. Puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time.”

“Is that guy bothering you?” 

“Can you stop being so adorable, I’m trying to be angry!”

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“I want to ruin our friendship”

"Just kiss already!"

"I couldn't sleep."

"This bed isn't made for two people."

"I had a nightmare"

"Hey, you still awake?"

"It looks better on you anyway."

“I’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

“You saved me.”

“I won’t let anything hurt you.”

[topgunruinedme]

‘Surprise! - Part One

Synopsis: They don't know a lot about Bob, they make fun of him sure but he was apart of the team. Out of everyone on the team they hadn't expect Bob to be the one keeping secrets. Especially not an entire human being.  Single Parent Bob x Top Gun

Master list, Part Two

Robert ‘BOB’ Floyd wasn't a man of many words, he let people walk all over him. He stuck by his pilot’s side, tagging along on bar nights but he never stayed longer than one beer. He was always the designated driver if he stayed but never once did, he ever offer any information about his family. He knew Phenix has the only girl in a group of 6 boys. Hangman was an only child, along with Rooster. Payback had a sister and grew up with Fanboy and his two brothers. Coyote grew up with Hangman on his farm. 

Bob never mentioned anyone, they assumed he was an orphan. They didn't pry, it never stopped them from asking if they wanted to stay with them during home coming, he always denied it with a small smile. 

But on one particular home coming Bob seemed excited for once, he brushed off their offers. That was the day the image they had painted of little sheltered Bob was shattered.

They stepped off the ship hanging back instead of greeting their families watching Bob with a careful eye. That's when it happened. The Wizzo dropped his bag to the ground and crouched as a little girl ran and jumped into his arms, “Daddy!”.

An older couple came up to bob as he hugged the little girl, his grin never falling from his face, “Hello darling”. She had his brown flowing hair that stopped at her mid back, and she had his small timid smile and green eyes.

“Annabelle! What have I told you about running off?” the older woman scolded the child who attempted to hide her face in Bob’s neck as he stood.

The child mumbled and the woman huffed unimpressed, “Face me when you speak child”.

“Sorry Granma,” the child said sheepishly as he turned to look at the woman, bob stepped forward and hugged the older woman with his free arm shaking hands with the man. 

“Barbra, John. Thank you for watching her” Bob greeted them as he turned his attention back to the little girl in his arms a look of pure adoration on his face. 

Barbera looked at them with a small smile “Don't worry about it darling, you know you can call anytime. I'm glad your home safe” she took her husband’s hand who nodded at the distracted man and walked away.

Bob looked up from his daughter into Phenix’s expectant gaze he signed shifting the girl higher into his arms and ducking down to grab his bag as he shifted her onto his hip, “Come on Annie, let’s go meet a few of Daddy’s friends”.

“You have a kid?!” Hangman asked when they joined the rest of the group, Bob looked confused, “Of cause I do?”.

“When were you going to tell us?” Rooster asked still slightly shocked and slightly hurt, Bob looked at them slightly worried, “I did?”.

“When?” Phenix demanded, “I knew I’d been drunk but never drunk enough to forget my Wizzo has a kid!”

Bob huffed, “I don't drink and if I do it’s never more than one, I don't stay out late and I'm always back home before 9pm”. “And we were supposed to guess from that?” Payback asked, Bob, rolled his eyes with an easy smile. “I have a photo of her in my cockpit, I assumed one of you went snooping and found it when the questions of my family stopped” he shrugged, and Hangman looked like he was about to strangle the Wizzo if it wasn't for Coyote’s grip on his arm. “We thought you were an orphan!” Hangman hissed, “I am”.

Rooster blinked, “Then who were those people with you before?” he asked with a frown, “That was my wife’s parents” Bob gave a sad smile.

Coyote pulled Hangman away for a walk while the man started muttering, “a wife! Next thing he’ll tell us is he’s secretly the prime minister of France”.

“Your wife?” Phenix asked spectrally, “and where's she?”

“Where I left her I suppose” Bob shrugged, “and where was that?” Rooster countered sarcastically, “In a gave”.

Rooster stuttered and looked at the man wide-eyed “Shit Bob”, the man talked so causally about a dead wife. Holy shit, they knew nothing about this man. He shrugged with a smile “No harm done, it’s been a while, hasn't it honey” Bob turned his attention to Annabelle who had been laying on his chest just watching them from her perch, she sent Bob a beaming smile and nodded.

“So that means your...” Phoenix trailed off, “a single parent yeah” Bob rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Daddy” a small timid voice interrupted, and he looked down at Annabelle's innocent look, “Can we get ice cream?”.

He smiled softly, “Of cause, we can darling”, Rooster clearly finding a way to escape the awkward situation cleared his throat, “I've got to get back to...yeah” he turned on his heel and fled into the crowd.

Phenix rolled her eyes at the man’s lack of tacks, “Bye Bob, goodbye honey” she smiled softly at them both before disappearing into the crowd looking for her own family.

“Well,” Bob said with a sigh picking up his pack and readjusting his daughter, “That certainly could have gone worse”. His daughter giggled, “Can I get chocolate?”.

He looked at her in pure love, “of cause, you can darling” he said softly.

[hederasgarden]

can you write about what happened between Bob and becky? but becky is the reader lol.

I like the way you think, bestie!

My muse doesn’t feel called to turn this into a full-fledged fic, but I’ll give you a glimpse into how it went down. Although I named the character Janet in the story Flirting with Dummies, I did write this like a reader insert for you. This can also be read as a standalone fic.

Please reblog or comment if you enjoyed!

Eager to Please

Summary: You learn pretty quickly that Bob is eager to please, but he still manages to surprise you with a request. Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x F!Reader Word Count: 400 Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. PWP, oral sex (f receiving), and Bob being eager to please.

You invite Bob over after your shift at the bar, both aware of exactly where this is going. It's not a date but when you open the door he’s standing there with a little bundle of what looks like wildflowers in his hands and a shy smile. You’re fucking charmed because of course he wouldn’t show up empty-handed. He’s a gentleman.

You can’t wait to ruin him.

Yanking him inside by his collar you waste no time in kissing him breathless. You make sure to put the flowers in a little cup of water because you know Bob made the effort to bring them to you. After that, the two of you make out on the couch like a bunch of teenagers. Bob slowly grows bolder, encouraged by your soft moans and whispered praise. For as sweet as he looks you figure out pretty quick he sure knows what he’s doing. His big hands gently cup and squeeze your breasts while he finds that spot behind your ear that makes you moan embarrassingly loud. When he drags a nail across your nipple you pull your mouth away from his face and tell him you think things should move to the bedroom.

Once you’re both naked and ready to get down, Bob surprises you with a request. He stutters over his words a little but he meets your gaze head on when he asks you to sit on his face. Now it’s your turn to look at him speechless. Once you recover from your absolute shock you grin and push him back on the bed to climb up his body. You’re not shy by any means but you also don’t want to crush the poor guy so you awkwardly hover above him.

Whatever Bob’s hesitation was before, it’s clearly gone now as he cups your ass and pulls you flush with his face. He brings you to orgasm twice, staying down there long enough you're a little concerned if he's getting enough oxygen. When you climb off him his skin is flushed and sweaty though he looks the happiest you’ve ever seen him.

“I think it’s my turn now,” you tell with a grin, crawling down his body.

✥

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