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Obsessed with this, it’s so wrong to see them out in the daylight
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Like I've known you forever.
Summary: Sometimes traumatic events make you realise how deeply you love someone or a collection of moments and memories of love after the birdstrike.
Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x F!Reader
Word Count: 3k.
Rating: No warnings per se but the events are a bit sad because it's after the birdstrike, hospitals, mentions of painkillers, ilnesses.
A/N: Normal is current events, Italics are memories. Inspired by one of my favourite movies and I thought the quote fit Bob so well. As always, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes. And enjoy.
Days off were a sort of myth for your little two person —one cat— household. The sort of myth you grew weary of fully enjoying because at any moment a call could end your boyfriend’s off time. But you enjoyed nonetheless because any minute you got together you cherished. But this time it was different. This time the house felt tense and cold, nothing to do with the bright and home-y feeling of mornings spent watching a show and laughing together. This time you were trying to fold for the third time the couch blanket while keeping your ears open for any sounds coming from the bedroom.
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Housewarming
Summary: A housewarming party that turns a bit warmer that one might expect.
Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x fem!reader (no Y/N mention)
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: 18+ only. Oral sex (f receiving), a slight embarrassing situation. can't promise it's good smut because it's my first time writing it, but enjoy.
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A Firm Touch
Summary: Bob’s a giving lover, always putting your pleasure first but sometimes you want a firmer touch.
Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x F!Reader
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Rating: Explicit sexual content, 18+ only. Oral sex, deep throating, overstimulation, use of restraints and a sex toy.
A/N: All the new photos of Lewis have made me feral and put me back on my Bob bullshit.@writercole and @antiquitea are to blame for this filth. Thank you @therebeccaw for beta'ing. The taglist is gone,please follow @hg-library.
Bob has you on your back tonight, wearing the sheer little nightie you bought special for last Valentine's Day. Your wrists are restrained by thin, leather straps that give you some range of motion but not enough to touch Bob or yourself. He’s standing above you, bright blue eyes thick with lust. Your head hangs off the side of the bed. He watches you for a beat, trailing the back of his hand over the swell of your cheek. Your eyes flutter and you open your mouth.
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Can we imagine our beloved Bob when he needs to let go all of the pressure and forget the rest of the world ? Sfw and nsfw ?
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yes! absolutely my love! it is always my pleasure! 🥹💌💗
- Non explicitly, Bob is a very simple man and it doesn’t take much for him to let go of the pressure and forget about the rest of the world. You’ll cook his favorite meal and serve him an ice cold drink of his choice.
- You take off his flight suit or uniform, putting it in the wash and later on you iron it out, neatly folding it for the next day.
- Just having you in control and doing something as simple as the cooking or cleaning makes Bob let go and his shoulders slump a little easier. He can forget the world and everything shit that happened today, because he’s home and he’s got you to lovingly take care of him.
- Explicitly, again in the same vein, Bob is a very simple man. All it requires is you being on-top that night with either your mouth or hand wrapped around his length, or riding him slowly.
- There’s no teasing or edging, all Bob needs is your soft words of encouragement and guiding praise that he can come as many times as he wants, and he will.
- Because I am a firm believer Bob can go multiple rounds, he’ll come over and over until his cheeks and chest are flushed, and his cock is finally going limp against his torso.
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a winter’s ball
pairing: Bob Floyd x reader
warnings: language
word count: 2,000
summary: Bob gets a commendation at the naval anniversary ball. I did not just write this because i was listening to hamilton.
The entire Dagger Squad had been invited to the Naval Anniversary Ball. They were all being given commendations as well. You were excited because you’d never gone to an event that required evening gowns. You begged Bob to go shopping with you, but he refused. He told you he wanted to be surprised when he saw you in your dress.
“It’s not a wedding,” you told him.
“I know,” he said. “But I want to be surprised. You’re going to look so pretty.”
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Anonymous asked:
Hcs for Bob and him being insecure or him being affectionate towards you<3 :) thank youuuuu
FINALLY A BOB REQUEST. I HAVE BEEN WAITING
- listen bob isn't one to be super affectionate but when it comes to you, he cannot let go.
- the dynamic here is you're grumpy and he's sunshine so it's so interesting to watch you interact
- you're tough-hearted and everyone knows it. then when bob comes along, you're all happy-go-lucky and it's the sweetest thing ever
- you'd die before admitting it but you love getting attention, especially from him
- "i hate hugs" you claim but then bob hugs you and when it's time to let go you refuse, and you keep holding on
- "i hate words of affirmation" you claim but then bob tells you "good job, love" or "i'm proud of you" and you're on the floor
- "i hate quality time" you claim but then bob spends extra time with you during group nights at the bar, and you melt
- "i hate gifts" you claim but then bob shows up to your door with flowers, gives you his good-luck bracelet before you go on missions, buys you a jacket you've been eyeing for a long time, and you literally start planning your future together
- "i hate acts of service" you claim but then bob holds the door open for you, gives you his jacket when you're cold, walks you home. and you let him. and suddenly, you want nothing more than to settle down with him
- it took you a lot of time to ease into things in the beginning. but once you finally do, there's no better feeling in the world
- bob loves showering you with praise and affection
- they most often come in the form of big hugs and holding hands
- there's pre and post-mission hugs, good morning and good night hugs
- and also comforting hugs when you're sad, and ones to calm you down when you're angry
- don't even get me started on cuddling. that man is the best in the world at cuddling. you always fall asleep when you do it
- if maverick wasn't dubbed the hugging king, the title would go to bob
- you have bad anxiety sometimes and the only true way that can help is when he holds your hand
- it's such a simple gesture, yet it does so much for you
- you don't say it outright but you're glad he's such a little ball of sunshine
- and that he's melting your heart
- you can't help it but you let it happen. because you love and adore that man so so much
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✨ Love and Thunder ✨
Summary: You and your childhood friend Bob Floyd are caught in the rain. Isn’t it the perfect moment for Bob to confess his feelings? (Bob x Neighbor!Reader)
Words: 1,9k
Tags: None except Tooth-rotting fluff, like really it's just so fucking cheesy but it feels good
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“We should probably go home. I see threatening clouds coming to us.” Bob said, shooting a quick look at the darkening sky over his glasses. Lost in your discussions, you both had not realize you were so far away from home, which would not have been a problem if a nascent storm had not come out of nowhere.
“Yup! Let’s walk to the bus stop. The last one is in 10 minutes.” You said, checking buses schedule on your smartphone.
“Perfect.”
You both shared a timid smile and proceeded to walk to the nearest bus stop. As far as you could remember, he had always been in your life. Your parents being his aunt’s neighbors, you grew up with the charming Bob Floyd as a very dear childhood friend. That some point, you parents were so used to him that he did not need to knock at the door anymore. Inseparable, that was what they called you. Unfortunately, life got in the way: he went to a prestigious university and then enlisted in the Navy with the dream of becoming a WSO in mind. Contrary to him, you never really left your childhood town.
The story should have ended here. He could have disappeared from your life and become a ghost of the past whose only news comes from your parents asking his aunt the casual ‘How’s Bob doing?” question, but it has not been the case. Bob Floyd took care of seeing you each time he came back to his Aunt’s house. No matter how tired he was, or how little time he stayed, he would always manage to spend time with you, either going to walk, watching a movie, or grabbing a drink.
“Bob?”
“Hm?” He glanced at you as you both walked, his blue eyes shone with indescribable softness.
“Thank you for always spending time with me when you come back. It means — It means a lot.” Your smile widened, showcasing your teeth. The WSO’s heart flickered like the fragile flame of a candle at such a bewitching sight. How exquisite you were, he thought. With buzzing mind, Bob shook his head and gathered all his courage: it was a good moment to confess his feelings.
“You’re welcome, Y/N.” These were the only words he managed to utter. Bob’s lower lips slightly quivered, as if he wanted to tell you something else. You made a small nod to encourage him but, in the end, he closed his mouth and turned his face to look away.
Idiot – I am a plain idiot. He thought, holding the urge to facepalm.
Bob had never been good at flirting. Not that he never had a girlfriend, quite the contrary he had already been through more or less serious relationships. Yet, he was not the type of man who would approach a woman with confidence. His whole being had not been coded to be a womanizer, and somehow he liked it that way. Being the quiet, nice, and mysterious nerd of the Navy had never bothered him - except when it came to you. He would have loved shedding his introverted nature for a bolder one just the time to tell you all the feelings he had for you. Just to tell you how you that you were always haunting his mind when he was out of town, and that it had been the case for years.
“Oh my God, Bob!” You blurt out of nowhere, causing the tall WSO to jump, “I misread the schedule! The bus will be there in one minute!”
“What?” He asked, completely confused by the sudden information. One minute left for the last bus of the day — if you missed it, you would have to walk home under the feeling rain. “Okay, run!” Without further thinking, he grabbed your hand and start running to the bus stop. The sound of your sole was hammering the concrete so loudly that the few bystanders scattered here and there stepped aside at your passage. You tried not to fall during your race by tightening Bob hand. At this point you did not know if you were actually running or if Bob dragged you, just like a kite.
As you were both racing like rabbits chased by a fox, heavy and cold rain started to pour on you. A violent and tumbling rain. The unpleasant feeling of the millions of tiny water ropes falling against your skin and soaking the fabric of your clothes sent shivers through your body. Shivers through your bones.
“No, no, no!” You let out at the sight of the bus’ rear: the passengers were already getting inside. A terrifying roar suddenly echoed in the dark side, covered by gigantic black clouds. It was not a storm, it was a deluge.
“Almost there, Y/N!” Bob ran faster, gathering all the energy available in his legs when he saw the doors closing – or at least that was what he guessed by the sound because of the droplets that had formed on his glasses. As soon as you had reached it, the bus left before your aghast eyes.
“Fuck! ” You swore, your Y/EC eyes still watching the road with the unrealistic expectation of the bus coming back to get you. An unpleasant thrill shook your whole body at the freezing sensation of water. Gosh, how much you hated rain! Releasing Bob’s hands, you crossed your arms in a vain attempt to keep yourself warm. “Damn storm” words came out of your mouth carried by an annoyed tone. The hell was wrong with the weather? “Sorry Bob, it’s definitely my fault.” You raised your gaze towards the tall WSO as you apologized, feeling sincerely sorry. You had spent such a lovely afternoon and evening with him and now you felt like you had ruined the whole day.
Bob was still facing the road, his eyes lost in the horizon. Despite the fact he had stopped running, his heart was still pounding in his chest with such violence that he was pretty sure it wanted to burst from his ribcage. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins and blurring his senses.
“Bob?” You called him again.
This time your voice reached him and snatched him from his messy thoughts. He turned around to face you before pulling his glasses from his nose to look at you directly with his dazzling blue eyes. His expression softened, his eyes squinted, and suddenly he is laughing. A warm and heartedly laugh came from the bottom of his heart. His cheerful laughter echoed in the storm, overpowering the sound of heavy rain showering you. A sigh of relief escaped from your sweet lips – He was not mad at you.
“Hey, that’s not funny. My clothes stick to my skin and I feel like I’m freezing to the bones!” You exclaimed, but you could not help chuckling at the whole situation: Bob and you, all alone in the pouring rain.
“You’re beautiful.” He finally admitted, his smile doing nothing else than widening at the sight of you standing before him with your wet hair sleeked back and soaked clothes hugging the delicious curves of your body. Speechless, you looked at him with wide opened eyes. A wave of warmth rushed to your cheeks, for you had just realized that Bob Floyd called you beautiful.
Maybe it was the fresh smell of the rain, or the adrenaline still working, but the tall WSO felt exhilarated. The rain might be pouring, but the sun was burning in Bob’s heart. He came closer, so close that the tip of your nipples, sticking out under the wet fabric of your t-shirt, brushed his surprisingly athletic chest. You swallowed, struck by confusion and unable to look away from his hypnotizing blue eyes.
“I love you, Y/N.” His body was slightly shaking but it was definitely not due to the cold: Bob was not cold, quite the contrary his whole being felt burning. Drops of water had started to form on the skin of his face and yours, as dozen of crystal beads embedded on the finest silk.
“Bob–” You wanted to speak but you could not, for words choked in your throat as his face came nearer, so near that your noses gently touched. The rain had not stopped pouring down on you, as if the skies wanted to drown your nascent love, but the tall WSO could not care less. He had spent the last few years burying his feelings for you, convinced you would never look at him as more than a dear friend – but crush he had soon turned into a titanic love no one could cage anymore. Not even him.
“I have loved you from as far I can remember,” He said, you flickered, “Each time I fly in a fighter jet and fear for my life, I think about you. I imagine you’re somewhere in the sky, watching over me, and I feel like nothing can happen to me.” He smiled as freezing drops fell on his neck and ran down his back, seeping into his soaker t-shirt, “ I have loved you through every one of your successes and through each of your breakups.”
Your juicy lips stretched, for a shy yet lovely chuckle escapes from your mouth.
“I have loved you, even on bad days, even when you felt unlovable.”
Two hearts raced, beating in unison with the rain hammering the concrete. Bob’s hands reached your face only to delicately cup your sweet wet face, whose smile was enlightening its traits and was making him only fall harder for you.
“And I’m tired of pretending those feelings will eventually go away, because they won’t.”
“Why? Why do you confess now?” You asked, a bit confused. The gloomy sky above your head roared again, making the whole Earth shake.
“Because it would be so difficult for you. I am often overwhelmed with work. You’ll have to either leave the town or wait for months until I come back from missions.”
“No, it’s not what I said, idiot! Why do you confess now? Under the heavy rain?!” You said, right before bursting into nervous but oh-so-intoxicated laughter. You rested your forehead against him, and Bob laughed with you. It was true: he did not really know why he needed to confess in such an inappropriate situation, but like the rain and its frosty drops, he was drenched in love. He felt it, smelt it. Touched it. It ran through his body, leaving thrills wherever it went.
“I don’t know!” He finally retorted, speaking louder for his voice to overpower the thunder’s rumble and roars.
“Well, I love you too Bob Floyd. It’s okay if you took forever to tell me, as long as, from now, forever means you.” You laid a gentle kiss on one of his hands that was still holding your face. The pleasant temperature of his palms kept your cheeks warm. Or maybe was it because you were blushing?
A powerful lightning bolt streaked the black sky and at the same time, Bob felt a surge through his body. His knees got weak, his heart got mad.
“You –”
“Yes, I have loved you through all these years too, but each time I wanted to confess you already had a girlfriend.” Your smile softened.
“It’s over. I’m yours now, and I’ll prove it to you.” His voice was candy-coated with tenderness, and you melt in his arms as he pulled you into a very tight embrace. His strong arms wrapped around your shivering silhouette, he was hugging you as if he wanted to sink into your soul. When you raised your head, you saw him looking at you with glimmering eyes. Droplets of crystal were running down his cheeks but you could not tell if it was tears of rain. Or maybe a rain of tears.
“Can I– Can I kiss you?” As he asked, his lips brushed yours with the furious desire of tasting you. He was about to kiss you when you backed your head off and raised an eyebrow teasingly.
“You have waited for years, Floyd. Pretty sure you could wait until we get home. I’m freezing.”
“Will you kiss me then?” His body slowly parted from yours.
“I will.”
“So what are we waiting for?”
Without further ado, Bob grabbed you by the hand and intertwined his calloused fingers with yours. A cunning smirk enlighted his face and, at such a vision, you knew what he had in mind... You both started running under the driving rain. Its million drops hammering the ground, just like your soles did during your frantic rush.
And between the rumbling thunder and rain’s pitter-patter, rose your laughter to the sky.
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Show me Bob Floyd x fem!reader
Word count: 2k ish?
Summary: Reader is insecure about her body and Bob shows her just how beautiful she is...
Warnings/tags: fluff, implications of smut, body insecurities, TW; mentions s/h, one use of y/n
Not proofread. English isn’t my first language so there may be mistakes.
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illicit affairs | bob floyd | mob boss au masterlist
illicit affairs is an anthology mob!au series featuring robert 'bob' floyd and abigail 'abby' lennox. all works can be read independently of each other, but are set in the same universe and on the same timeline. strictly 18+/minors dni.
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CONTENT KEY warnings on individual fics
✩ = fluff | ♧ = angst | △ = suggestive | ϟ = smut
FICS
illicit affairs △ ↳ Bob requests Abby attend a fundraiser with him.
walk the line △ ↳ After staying late at the office, Bob insists on walking Abby to her car.
patch it up good △ ↳ After a deal goes sideways, Abby tends to Bob's bloody knuckles.
gift of intimacy △ ↳ Abby comes into work and finds a beautifully wrapped gift on her desk.
DRABBLES
MUSINGS
blurbs and sneak peeks ↳ author's own thots, blurbs, and sneak peeks at longer fics.
thots by readers ↳ asks sent by you, the readers, sharing your headcanons, thoughts, ideas, and the most sinful thots about mob boss bob.
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this is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world, and while she looks so sad in photographs, i absolutely love her when she smiles
oneshots Sweeter than Candy ✿ -> Bob Floyd is sweet. Hooking up with him? The best decision you've ever made.
Full of Surprises ✿ -> Admiring you since he met you, Bob's been afraid to make a move. He has a secret, and he's afraid it'll put you off, but his friend Jake is always there to play wingman for him.
Forever and Ever, Amen -> Deployments are hard for you. They're even harder for Bob. He reassures you he's never going to stop loving you though.
Merry Christmas, Darlin' -> You and Bob are spending Christmas with your twin girls, enjoying a cozy morning together. Little does Bob know, you have the best Christmas gift planned for him.
This Love We've Got Is The Best Of All -> Being away from home and living on base has been an adjustment for you, and it's a sacrifice Bob's so grateful to you for making. He knows just how to make you feel more at home.
Career Day Crush -> Bob reluctantly agreed to go with Jake for Career Day at his son's school. Uncle Bobby isn't usually one to talk in front of groups, but he agrees for Boone's sake. Once he meets Boone's teacher, he's grateful he agreed to tag along.
High On Lovin' You ✿ -> Bob's been taking on the doting dad role since the birth of your daughter, but lately, you've been finding yourself more and more attracted to how he cares for her. All The Pretty Girls -> Home for a long overdue visit, Bob is dreading seeing his family again. He doesn't fit in and he'd rather just be at home. Just as he's planning his escape, he sees you.
minors dni. | anything ✿ contains smut/sexual themes.
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♡ xFem!Reader
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ꨄ︎ Soulmate AU
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Masterlist:
Stars Align: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
• Part 1
• Part 2
• Part 3
• Part 4
• Part 5
• Part 6
• Part 7
• Part 8
The Containment Diaries: Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
• Entry 1
• Entry 2
• Entry 3
• Entry 4
• Entry 5
• Entry 6
• Entry 7
• Entry 8
• Entry 9
• Entry 10
• Entry 11
The Witching Hour: Bob Floyd x Reader
Blessed Be: Bob Floyd x Reader
• Prologue
Predator and Prey: Tommy Cahill x Reader:
Star Crossed: Detective David Loki x Reader:
Drugs, Thugs and Pilot Kelson Hugs: Pilot Kelson x Reader:
• Part 1
• Part 2
• Part 3
• Part 4
Mine For The Taking: Colter Stevens x Reader:
• Part 1
• Part 2
• Part 3
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Vice // Bob Floyd
Summary: Bobs one vice in life just so happened to be the very embodiment of what banished Adam from paradise. The human equivalent of that stupid fucking apple that he and Eve ate. You were Bob's forbidden apple: His only vice in life. His guilty pleasure and undoing. You were Jake Seresins little sister.
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𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 "𝐁𝐎𝐁" 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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Anonymous asked:
So you don’t have to answer this unless you want to but what are your thoughts of how reader, Bob and Rhett ask for comfort when they’re having a down day or when they’re upset.
Like I’ve had the thought that when Rhett is feeling down and just in need of some TLC he quietly walks up to one of his lovers and just wraps his arms around them, resting his head on their shoulder and watches whatever they are doing and just basking in the warmth of his lover.
Anyways what are your thoughts!
ohhhhh omg :( this is perfect. For the sake of organization, I wrote out Robert and Rhett individually and then included a bonus combination at the end💐
✧˖° Robert “Bob” Floyd:
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Favorite song | Robert "Bob" Floyd
Summary: What happens if Bob isn't the one that has to eject from his aircraft? What happens if he has to see you do it?
Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Fem!pilot!reader (call sign: Phantom)
Word count: 1.4k
Requested? Yes / No
Warnings: fluff, bit of angst, mentions of an accident, more fluff, lots of fluff.
A/N: Am I obsessed with Bob? Completely. And I don't have an ounce of regret in my body.