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cannot get the idea of bob sucking his s/o's nipples to fall asleep out of my mind.

droopy eyes fluttering shut as his lips close around your nipple, tongue licking over the hot skin. the way he suckles gently making your heart swell. seeing your wso boyfriend so comfortable and relaxed filling you with happiness. he wraps himself around you, pressing himself as close as he can get while he starts to fall asleep.

"love you, baby... thank you."

OMG THIS IS SO GOOD AHHH

happy birthday, mr. president - bob floyd

pairing: president!bob floyd x wife!reader

summary: after a hard week, the last thing bob wanted to do was attend his birthday party. so instead, he plays out one of his biggest fantasies with you.

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ only. SMUT. bob eating you out in the oval office. slight bondage. slight degradation. dirty talk. mention of cameras. edging. p in v. unprotected sex. breeding kink. riding. title kink? (calling bob mr. president). drinking.

a/n: brought to you by me rewatching scandal and losing my mind. also haven’t stopped thinking about @therebeccaw’s beautiful president bob moodboard <3 also for @lt-bradshaw! thanks for bringing up president bob on the dash last night.

Bob hated parties. No matter how many balls and galas he attended, it never got any easier. He fussed with his bow tie for the umpteenth time before finally giving up, letting out a huff of frustration as he buttoned his cufflinks. 

His head snapped up at the sound of the bathroom door opening and the sight before him made him weak in the knees. You floated into the room with such grace, completely ignoring the gobsmacked look on his face. You fiddled with the back of your diamond earring, struggling to fasten it in place. 

“Baby, can you zip me up the rest of the way?” You asked nonchalantly. You moved to stand in front of him, finally catching his cobalt eyes in the cheval mirror. 

“You look beautiful,” Bob professed. His hands curved around your front to rest on your stomach, pulling you tight against him. His eyes darkened as they traveled over your body, lingering on the way the bodice hugged your breasts, pushing them up enticingly. “How am I supposed to make it through the night with you looking like this?”

“You’ll live. Now, zip me up so I can fix your tie.” 

His bottom lip jutted out slightly in a pout, causing you to playfully roll your eyes. As he moved the zipper up the last couple of inches you couldn’t reach, he pressed a kiss to the top of your spine. 

“Do we really have to go?” Bob questioned as he rested his chin on your shoulder. One hand moved back around to your front, sliding up your chest and groping you through your dress. 

“It’s your birthday. You can’t miss it. Behave, Bobby. You’ll have me all to yourself this weekend when we go to Camp David,” you asserted. “It’s just for a couple of hours. You’ll survive.”

“Highly unlikely,” he muttered as you busied yourself with his tie. You had it knotted in no time, looking pleased with your work. 

“There. All done,” you said, patting his chest before turning away. He caught your wrist, tugging you back to him swiftly. He looked down the bridge of his nose at you, eyes squinting in the way they did when you defied him. A challenging look that made you burn with desire. 

“Can we do that thing we talked about a few weeks ago?” He spoke quietly. Between the grip he had on your arm and the way he was looking at you, you were ready to say screw the party and tear his shirt buttons off with your teeth. But you knew you couldn’t do that. You didn’t get the luxury of skipping out on these things anymore. 

“The thing…”

“It is my birthday, you know,” he quipped, the corner of his thin lips twitching up into a devilish smirk. You were about to respond when Charlie knocked on the door, letting you know guests had begun to arrive. 

“Mr. President. Ma’am. We’re ready whenever you are.”

Bob dropped your wrist, linking your fingers together and squeezing your hand once. He let go to slide on his suit jacket and you brushed out any wrinkles that appeared, straightening the pin he wore on his lapel. He took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly, craning his neck from side to side. 

“C’mon, darling. Let’s get this over with.”

You slid your arm through Bob’s, holding on tightly as you walked through the corridors of the White House. You knew he still got nervous being around so many people. But he never let it show. He was poised, a true leader. The road to the White House was not easy but you believed he was doing what he was always meant to do. Be who he was always meant to be. It made your heart swell with pride to see your husband succeed. 

“Quit starin’,” Bob muttered, sneaking a glance at you. You pinched his arm in response. 

As the doors opened to the East Room, applause erupted and you felt Bob tense ever so slightly. He was whisked away by a few senators, a champagne flute placed in his hand as they tried to schmooze him into passing their bill. He looked over his shoulder apologetically and you waved him off. You knew how these things went. You’d find your way back to him eventually. 

It took exactly forty-five minutes before Josh, Bob’s chief of staff, came up to you. He pulled you aside and leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“We’ve lost him.”

You tried to bite back a smile, surprised he lasted as long as he did. 

“I know where he is. Thank you, Josh. Do me a favor… keep the West Wing off limits.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

You wandered through the long hallways, taking your heels off halfway to the Oval Office. For the duration of the walk, you considered what Bob had asked for earlier in the night. He had mentioned that he wanted to try something different. You had discussed everything beforehand so you knew exactly what would play out. 

You would stumble into his office, he would take you over the desk. He’d be trying his best to avoid the cameras, but if you didn’t… The thought of sneaking around, the thrill of potentially being caught, it turned you on tremendously - and Bob knew that.

There was a soft glow coming from the large room as you entered through the side door. Bob was sitting in his leather chair, feet propped up on the cherry wood desk. He was nursing a glass of scotch, the amber liquid swirling around in the crystal as he finished his sip. His tongue darted out to catch a rogue droplet from the corner of his mouth. He looked so powerful sitting behind that desk. He could bring the whole world to their knees if he just asked. 

“Good evening, sir,” you said meekly. Even after a year in the White House, it still made you nervous coming into the Oval Office. Bob’s neck craned towards you and there was a lazy smile on his face. The lamp cast shadows over his face. From where you stood, you could see the sliver of grays at his temple. They started appearing more and more as the days went on, much to Bob’s dismay. Stress, you would inform him at the end of a long day.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he slurred. He straightened himself in the chair, setting his feet on the floor before standing. Your heart pounded against your ribcage as his dark eyes devoured you without saying a word. 

“I’ve been looking for you. You promised me a dance.” Your husband hummed, taking one last swig of his liquor before rounding the desk. His tie was hanging loose around his neck, the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt undone. 

Your mind ran wild with salacious thoughts as he unbuttoned the cufflinks. The slight clatter of them being haphazardly set aside was the only noise that filled the room. He rolled up his sleeves messily, veiny forearms being put on display. Your mouth dried up looking at his hands, wishing they would reach out and touch you already. 

Bob walked slowly towards you, pinning you in place with his gaze. 

“Mr. President,” you breathed. 

“I like it when you call me that,” he indicated. “Say it again.”

“Mr. President,” you purred this time. He circled you, stopping behind you like he had earlier in your room. “We shouldn’t-“

“I think we should. I think it’d be a wonderful idea.”

“But the cameras…”

“Let them watch,” he muttered in your ear. “Let them see you beg your president to let you cum.”

You whimpered at his words, pressing back into his warm body. You were already begging, a silent plea for him to take you. He wasn’t going to give in to you that easily.

Bob started shuffling the both of you towards the desk, pressing you forward until the edge dug into the tops of your thighs. You could feel how hard he was in his slacks. You knew he needed this. It had been a hellish week and he spent his birthday in meeting after meeting, leaving no time to see each other until you were crawling into bed. 

His strong hands gripped your hips and spun you around to face him. His expression was devious, you knew what his plan was. He whipped the tie from his collar and you obediently held your wrists out. 

“Good girl,” he said, pressing a searing kiss to your lips. As he pulled away, you chuckled softly. A smudge of red lipstick adorned his mouth. 

“I think you just like me tying your ties, mister,” you said. Bob had expertly knotted your wrists together with the black satin material. His response was a cheeky grin and a shrug of his shoulders. 

Maneuvering you onto the wooden surface was a small feat, he manhandled you with such ease it made your head spin. Papers scattered everywhere as he shoved them aside. He pressed against your sternum until you were flat on your back, bound wrists dangling above your head. 

He made slow work of kissing down your body, mouthing at your cleavage. Sucking small love bites into the tops of your breasts. He dropped to his knees with no preamble, diving under your dress and moving up until he landed between your thighs. He pulled your lace panties to the side and buried his face into your soaked cunt. 

The first flick of his tongue against your clit caused your hips to buck and your mouth to fall open. Bob knew how to eat you out like no other. He sucked and licked and nipped against your most sensitive parts until you were a quivering mess. 

Your mind wandered back to your previous thought about how he could bring the world to its knees. And yet here he was, the most powerful man, on his knees for you. It made your breath hitch and your thighs shake. His wanton moans vibrated through your entire body. You couldn’t see him, not with the way he had his head shoved under the skirt of your dress, but you felt every move he made. Every shake of his head, every indention his fingertips were leaving. 

You were babbling nonsense. You weren’t even sure if it was words. Variations of ‘Bob’ and ‘Sir’ and ‘Mr. President’ spilled from your lips and it seemed to make Bob that much hungrier. 

“Bobby, please. Please, I’m so close. I’m so-“

And then he stopped. 

He pulled away so quickly your hips chased his mouth and you whined desperately. His hair was a mess, loose curls that were once slicked back flopped onto his forehead. His cheeks were flushed, his lips wet with your desire. 

“You bastard,” you mumbled, trying to steady your breathing. You had been right on the edge. But you knew that’s what he wanted. You knew what he had in store. 

He said nothing as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He said nothing as he moved you off the desk and around the back of it. He said nothing as he nearly broke the zipper on your gown, practically tearing it off of you. A small pleased noise escaped him as you stood before him in your underwear, wrists tied and breasts on full display. 

“Such a dirty slut, aren’t you? Letting me take you in here where anyone could walk in. You like that though, don’t you? Yeah, I know you do.”

He moved to sit once more in his chair, thighs spreading wide as he palmed over his cock. A whimper caught in your throat when he pulled himself out. You’ve said it a million times before but Bob Floyd had a pretty dick. And you would never tire of the sight.

“Want you to ride my cock, pretty girl.”

Bob pulled you into his lap and onto his cock without much warning. The stretch never failed to make you gasp, no matter how many times it had been. He settled you until he was to the hilt, full of him. He reached down to untie your wrists and you tangled your fingers through his hair instantly. 

You couldn’t move much on your own so Bob took matters into his own hands and bounced you. Hands holding your hips tight enough you were sure there would be bruises by tomorrow. It was quick and messy, your thighs were burning and you couldn’t hold back your moans. 

“Gonna fill you up. Gonna finally make you a momma. We'll have little babies running around this place before you know it. Fuck, sweetheart. I’m the luckiest man alive,” Bob rambled. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room and you silently prayed Josh listened to you before. 

Your nails clawed at the part of Bob’s chest that was exposed, slipping your hand inside the half buttoned shirt to scrape against his nipple. It caused his eyes to roll back and his hips to stutter. 

“Moan for me, Bobby.” He did. Loud and unabashedly. 

The fast rhythm had both of you close in no time. His mouth attached to your breasts once more and that was it for you. You clenched around him tightly, throwing your head back and nearly screaming as he continued the brutal pace into you. It took him a few more thrusts before he was releasing inside of you, filling you full of him. 

You slumped against his chest, hot breath washing over his damp skin as he rubbed up and down your spine. 

“I can’t believe we just defiled the Oval Office. We could be arrested,” you joked. 

“Not the first time,” Bob said. “Thank you for indulging me, honey. I love you to the moon and stars.”

“Happy birthday, Mr. President,” you giggled. A weak groan tumbled from his lips as his dick twitched inside of you. 

“Don’t do that to me right now.”

“Is that an order?” You challenged, rolling your hips teasingly. 

“You little brat,” he muttered against your lips, picking you up and walking you over to one of the couches. It was a long and glorious night. 

Several weeks later you stood in the en suite bathroom, with four positive pregnancy tests sitting on the counter. You couldn’t stop yourself from getting tickled. 

AHHH THIS IS SO GOOD

Shine A Light Into The Wreckage

Chapter One - Spilled Coffee

Bob Floyd was many things. He was an instructor at Top Gun, a lover of Tolkien books and a huge fan of coffee. But Bob was also clumsy. That was how he bumped into the table, knocking her drink onto her notebook.

He felt bad about it. Bad enough to come back time and time again, in the hopes that she would be there. And, every time, she is. Each time looking a little worse for wear. It doesn't take Bob long to realise he has to save her.

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Warnings: Abusive relationship! Abusive hair pulling! Abusive slight choking! Forceful sex! Seriously don't read if you're affect by stuff like this

Okay so one day I was reading Stiff Competition by @roosterforme and the next day I was writing this and I haven't stopped since

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Bob Floyd was a coffee man. It had started at the end of high school, when he used to wake up early to study. It continued on when he joined the navy. 

Through his first stint in Top Gun, Bob would go on regular coffee runs. They took it in turns, always going on their own and challenging each other to carry as many coffees as possible.  

It was a habit that Bob had kicked after Top Gun. He knew it was a bad habit, relying on coffee to wake up. So, he stopped.

But then he was once again at Top Gun. After graduating once, he was back again. And, once again, the coffee runs restarted. Bob redeveloped his habit for a cappuccino with chocolate sprinkles on the top. From the first sip, he couldn't remember why he had given it up.

Even after that mission, Bob stayed in California. The man from Montana stayed at Top Gun, becoming an instructor, along with Natasha Trace and Jake Seresin. Rooster returned to Virginia, said he had a girl out there. The rest of the squad returned home or were stationed overseas. It wasn't the easiest to keep up with. 

The coffee runs continued. This time, with just himself, Nat, and Jake, the coffee runs were a lot easier. Especially when the barista put the takeaway cups with one of those cup holders meant for four. 

The coffee runs changed every day. One day Nat would go. And then Jake would. And then Bob. Always one at a time, always in that order. 

Whenever Bob was on the coffee run, he looked around the café. His eyes moved from table to table, looking at the people sat there. An older couple drinking coffees by the large window, a teenager eating a sandwich with headphones covering his eyes and people on their lunch break. One at the back of the café tapped away at her computer keyboard, periodically taking a break to sip at her drink. The other sat at the table by the door, her bag on the other seat as she scribbled away in her notebook, a full mug of coffee beside it. 

Bob didn't make any other observations as he collected his coffee and turned to leave. He had both hands on the cup holder as he turned to leave the café. 

He wasn’t clumsy. Well, he sort of was. Making a mess at the hard deck while ate peanuts, that time he accidentally hit Bradley in the stomach with the pool cue. 

But Bob couldn’t deny his clumsiness when he hit the edge of her table. Maybe if his hands weren’t full, he could have caught her drink before it fell over. 

A gasp left her lips as it spilled over her notebook, staining the pages brown. The writing on it was indistinguishable beneath the coffee. 

But that wasn't what this young woman cared about, not at first. She stood as she furiously wiped off her pencil skirt. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He cried, grabbing the napkin that sat under her glass. But the napkin was already soiled. 

Bob jumped into action. He put his coffees down onto her table and rushed to grab the napkin dispenser from the counter. "I'm so sorry!" He cried, grabbing napkins  and helping her to wipe off her skirt. 

But when the water stopped scalding, she stopped wiping at her skirt. Instead she dabbed the napkins at her notebook as a frustrated sigh left her lips. "Let me get you another drink," he said as he threw the used napkins in the bin. 

She shook her head at him. "No, I've got to get back to work," she muttered as she picked up her bag. She slung it over her shoulder and tucked her ruined notebook beneath her arm. 

"I'm sorry!" Bob called as he watched her disappear from the café. 

***

She sat at her desk, inspecting the darker grey patch on her skirt. It had been new, bought just the weekend before. But she didn’t much care about her skirt. That could be replaced. Sure, she'd have to take out money she didn’t have for a new one, but it was just a skirt. 

Her notebook was in front of her computer, months of work stained with coffee. The coffee had smudged her writing, making it unintelligible. It wasn't just the top pages, wasn’t just her most recent piece of writing. It was everything. 

Almost all of her writing was gone. 

Frustration ran through her. Frustration and then sadness. She couldn’t bring herself to be angry at the military man. It hadn't been his fault, really. 

But her writing was gone. It was months, years, of work. Her only way of escape and, within a matter of seconds, it was gone. 

As she sat through her shift, she tried to salvage what she could, making notes of the plot points she could remember. Tomorrow, when she went to the café, she could rebuild. This time she could spend all day there, not needing to run off to her job. 

It wasn’t easy to concentrate on her day job as she wrote down what little she could remember from her stories. But, too soon her day job was over. She still didn’t put her sopping wet, coffee stained notebook in her bag as she got ready to go. "See you Monday," she said to one of her co-worker as she pulled her jacket over her blouse and placed her bag on her shoulder. 

With her notebook on her arm, she took off. She looked down at her shoes as she rode the elevator down to the ground floor of the building she worked in. 

The elevator arrived at the ground floor far too quickly. She sucked in a breath, held her notebook against her chest and walked out of the building. Each step she took was heavy, as if her feet were reluctant to take her home. 

But her apartment building was far too close to her place of work. She opened the door and started up the dimly lit staircase, up to the top floor. Around her the yellow wallpaper was cracked and peeling. 

She missed the step ready to collapse in on itself and avoided the suspicious damp patch on the carpeted top of the stairs and pushed open the door to her apartment. 

"Hey, Ken," she said to her boyfriend, the man she shared her apartment with. Kenneth Johnson hadn't been called Kenneth since he was a boy. He went by Kenny to his friends or more importantly, Ken.

 She placed her notebook on the sofa, her bag on top of it, and hung her jacket on the back of the door. 

"Hey, Barbie," he said in a way she hated. It had been a joke back in high school - his name was Ken so, obviously, she was Barbie. "I cooked you dinner." 

*SERIOUSLY IF YOU'RE AFFECTED BY ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS I'D STOP READING HERE*

She looked at the small, round table in the middle of their kitchen. 'Cooked' wasn’t exactly the word she would have used to describe the half eaten microwave dinner on the table. "Ken, where's the rest of it?" She asked, her voice light. Almost as if she was talking to child. 

The smile dropped from his face as he yanked open the fridge. "Can't you just be grateful, for once?" He growled as he opened his can of something (she didn’t look up, didn't see what he was drinking as she ate what he had left of her dinner). "I make you dinner and you just want more of it."

She ate in silence, finishing her food quickly. When she was done, she cleaned both hers and Ken's plate away. 

As soon as she was standing up and walking to the sink, Ken looked at her up and down. "What the fuck happened to the skirt I just bought for you?" He asked as he clenched his can. His grip was so tight his can crumpled, liquid spilling everywhere. 

"C'mon Ken. It was just a little spill. It's gonna wash out before Monday."

The still full can clattered to the floor, spilling beer everywhere. "It doesn't matter that it will wash out," he said, keeping his voice calm. "What matters is that you're pissing away my hard earned cash!" 

"Ken-"

Suddenly he was in her face, fingers wrapping around her hair and pulling her up. An involuntary cry left her lips and she dropped the dishes back into the sink. "Don't talk back to me," he growled, voice low. His hand snaked around her throat, but he didn't apply pressure. Not yet. "Don't ever talk back to me."

Gulping, she nodded as best she could with the way he held her. And then he let go of her hair, but he didn’t release her neck. "You know I hate doing that, baby," he whispered, stroking her cheek. It didn’t matter how gentle his touch was, it was still searing. 

There was nothing she could do but whimper as he walked her out of the kitchen, leaving the mess of the dishes and the spilt beer.

She walked willingly to the bedroom. But really, how willing is it when you fear so much for your safety?

When Ken told her to strip and get onto the bed, she did just that. "Throw this out, I can’t have you looking like a slob," he said as she stepped out of her skirt. 

"Kenny," she started to say. But, suddenly she was on the bed, laying on her stomach. "Ken, please-"

But Kenneth Johnson wasn't listening to what his girlfriend had to say. He held her body down, hand on the back of her neck as he pulled her underwear down.

He freed himself from his trousers and pushed his cock through her folds. 

There was a time where they weren't like this, a time where they really were in love. Back in high school, back when she didn't mind being Barbie and Ken, he was sweet. He brought flowers and chocolates to her while she worked weekends. He visited her regularly when she went out of state for college and moved with her to San Diego.

It was a few months after they moved to San Diego together that Ken changed. It was a few months after they moved in together that his true colours began showing. 

She didn't cry anymore. There was no point when it didn't get him to stop. 

She laid there until he came and rolled off of her. Kenny laid in the bed and rolled away from her. Still, she didn’t move. She stayed until light snores left his lips. 

Only then did she climb off of the bed. She climbed into the shower that hadn't yet heated up and scrubbed her body. Hidden in an empty tub of body lotion was birth control. Birth control that Kenny wouldn't let her take. But she couldn’t have his baby, she just couldn't.

After cleaning up the mess left in the kitchen and scrubbing at the stain in her shirt, she crawled into bed beside him, but she didn't sleep. 

this short little piece was requested by my lovely friends, you know who you are😇 enjoy some drunk and lovey bob<3 also unedited cause I’m lazy ;)

the only sounds in the house were the washing machine rumbling quietly in the background and an old record you’d thrown on. You sat lounging on the couch of your living room, book in hand and half empty wine glass on the table. A stupid rom-com that you weren’t too interested in played on mute across your TV screen. The sun had already set and the sky was now filled with stars. A cool breeze from the ocean blew into your little home through a slightly cracked open window, gifting a pleasant scent of salt water.

You didn’t get much alone time nowadays. All the hustle and bustle that comes along with being a US Naval Aviator rarely let up, and when it did, you’d usually be enjoying a few pints and a round of pool at the Hard Deck with your fellow officers. Tonight though, you’d decided to let Bob go off on his own in favour of finishing a couple loads of laundry and a bottle of wine.

It was nice every once in a while to have time alone with yourself to catch up on all the missed self-care. Bob was always good at reminding you to take care of yourself, though he was kind of a hypocrite.

Tonight was yours to unwind and his to let loose. He was always the one to stay sober at the Hard Deck, politely declining every beer in favour of a glass of water to ensure that both of you and your friends had a way of getting home safe. He was ever the gentleman. Before he left though, you had told him to go have fun and if he needed you would pick him up when he was ready. So, it was quite the surprise to hear the crunching of gravel in your driveway and the sight of old yellow headlights beaming through your open window.

You heard faint slurred sentences of, “I can walk by myself,” obviously Bob, and “You’re plastered, Robert” which could be non other than Rooster.

You could only assume that Bradley was the designated driver tonight, poor soul. You’d had your fair share of DD nights and taking care of drunk aviators was not easy, especially a light-weight like sweet Bobby.

The sound of your front door flying open and a muttered “shit” could be heard from the entry way. You thought about getting up to help your boyfriend, but ultimately decided to sit back and enjoy the show. In your defense, you never got to see Bob drunk, like, ever. Once he passed through the threshold into your softly lit living room you realized just how drunk he really was. His normally gelled back and neat hair was askew, his cobalt eyes drooping, and his signature tipsy smirk was sitting on his lips.

He leans, a little ungracefully, against the doorway.

“Honey, I’m home!” He chirps, that stupid smirk growing wider.

Shaking your head and huffing out a laugh, you slide your bookmark into place and set your paperback next to your now empty wine glass.

“How was your night?” You ask, already full well knowing it must’ve been great.

Bob doesn’t move from his spot against the door frame, he just looks at you and smiles. That fucking smile that makes you weak in the knees. Thank god you’re sitting on the couch or you probably would’ve fallen face first into the carpet, but despite that, you rise to your feet and make your way over to him. Once you’re standing close enough, Bob practically throws all of his body weight on you, making you stumble back a couple steps. You laugh heartily as you let him nuzzle your neck and leave kisses along your skin.

“Night was good. I missed you though.” He confesses, breathing in the subtle scent of your perfume and sighing out once you begin to comb your fingers through his soft hair.

Moments like these were your favourite. Just you and Bob in your own little world, loving each other, holding each other. It was true bliss.

After a few minutes, Bob pulls his face away from your neck and smiles a lopsided, lovesick grin at you. Oh yeah, he’s hammered.

“How much did you drink?” You ask with a giggle, moving your hand down from his hair to the side of his face.

“Too much tequila.” He all but whispers, not wanting to speak too loudly in fear that this moment between you two would end. His soft eyes bore into yours, and now your sporting the same lovesick smile he is. Bob begins to sway back and forth slowly to the new song on the record. Of course it’s a classic love song from the 50’s that he knows by heart, so he sings it to you. It’s romantic, slurred words and all.

It truly feels like a movie. You and Bob dancing under the soft yellow light of the living room, one of you tipsy from wine, the other one plastered from tequila and cheap beer and both smiling like idiots in love.

The silence was nice and comfortable, until Bob said something you’d never thought would come out of his mouth, especially in this state.

“Will you marry me?”

“What?” You ask back in disbelief, chuckling at the very sudden question.

Bob would normally recoil while his pretty face flushed with a dark pink, but drunk Bob is a different breed. He just smiles wider, if that’s even possible, before continuing,

“I love you so much honey, and I wanna love you everyday for the rest of my life.”

The confession surprises you to say the least, but you know that drunk words are sober thoughts, you also know that sober Bob has probably been stressing about that question since the day he met you. So of course, with a teary eyed smile you answer his question by saying,

“Ask me again when you’re sober” and you sealed the deal with a kiss.

so real

I just got chills from looking at Lewis Pullman pics

Request for you!

You have your bi-awakening while dating Bob when he introduces you to Phoenix. Instead of being put off, he invites her to your bedroom…

A little arrangement

Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Smut under the cut! Mdni. Everyone feel free to send requests!

You've never thought too long or hard about your sexuality. You always had crushes on your Barbies, and sometimes your high school friends looked a little too kissable, but you always brushed it off due to your attraction to men as well. You liked men, and you didn't mind dating them, so why would you ever have reason to question your sexuality?

As you grew older, and left home to move in with your boyfriend, Bob, this question occurred in your mind less and less. You love Bob. He was the perfect gentleman, and he was always very kind and attentive.

You and Bob have been living together in California for 6 months now. You both enjoy the sunny state, and you are very content where you are. When Bob gets called to Top Gun, you share his excitement, and you celebrated together. What you didn't realize at the time, was that his front seater was going to be the most attractive woman you've ever seen in your life.

You had heard Bob speak very highly of his front seater, so when he invited you to their game of beach football, you happily accepted his offer.

When you got to the beach and stepped out of the car, you immediately complained about the heat. It was 93 degrees in California today, and it was extremely humid. You immediately took off your shorts and shirt so you could relieve yourself of some of the heat.

Bob leads you down to the shore to great his friends. You happily greet everyone. Everyone is very welcoming and accepting of you. "Where is your front seater? I'm dying to meet her." you whisper in Bob's ear. "She's right there." He whispers back and points to the parking lot.

You feel your breath hitch in your throat as you see the most beautiful girl in the world walking towards the group. The old, confusing feelings of your sexuality resurface the longer you look at her. She has a perfectly tones body, with beautiful brunette hair and gorgeous brown eyes. You realize you are staring when she walks up to you and Bob and introduces herself.

"Hi, you must be Y/N? I've heard so much about you. I'm Phoenix, but you can call me Nat." she confidently says as she sticks her hand out to shake yours. "Y-yeah! It's so nice to meet you!" you stutter out. Bob sends you a weird glance as you wipe your sweaty palms on your legs before returning her handshake. "Likewise, beautiful." she says, with a wink.

You feel your heart flutter in your chest as she walks away to go speak to Fanboy and Payback. Your entire face turns bright red as you realize how awkward you acted around her. Bob quickly notices your change in complexion "Are you feeling okay, sweetheart?" he asks worriedly. You brush him off as you blame it on heat exhaustion as you go to sit under your umbrella to watch the football game unfold.

For the entirety of the game, you can't help but look at how sexy Natasha looks playing football. Her disadvantage due to her height compared to the others does not stop her, as she quickly weaves through the sea of men with no difficulty. You desperately rub your thighs together as your eyes are locked on her bicep as she hugs the football. She scores a touchdown, and as she celebrates she locks eyes with you.

The rest of the night went very well. You didn't see much more of Natasha, because she was making rounds and talking to everyone in the room while everyone ate. "You ready to get going soon?" Bob says, and snaps you out of your haze. "Yeah, sure. I'm tired." you replied.

As you begin to stand, Bob pulls you back into your seat and whispers into your ear "Do you have a little crush on Phoenix, baby?" with a smile in his voice. You immediately freeze and begin stuttering, unsure of how to respond. He chuckles into your ear and says "It's okay, baby. It's totally normal". You sigh in relief as Bob tells you to go get settled in the car while he says his goodbyes.

As you get into the car, waiting for Bob, you find the ominous question back in your head. Why do you have these feelings for Natasha? Why does it feel so right? Your thoughts are quickly shut off when Bob hops into the car and slams the car door shut.

Before Bob can start the car, the back door of the car opens and closes. As you turn around to see who is in the car, you are met with Nat's smiling face. You feel your face heat up as you confusedly look at Bob. "I invited Nat over to our house for the night. I also told her about your feelings for her. Her and I talked, and we figured that maybe we could come up with a little... arrangement. Only if you're comfortable" Bob says with a smirk on his face.

Natasha cups your cheek and turns your head and locks eyes with you as she says "Do you want this? Do you want both of us?". Before she can even fully finish the question, you are already eagerly nodding your head with excitement.

Bob chuckles at your reaction as he starts the car and begins to drive away. "We can figure out the logistics of everything tomorrow, but for tonight we can just have a little fun, okay baby?" Bob whispers into your ear as he speeds down the interstate. The car ride is tense, so you find yourself getting nervous as you pull into the driveway of you and Bob's shared house.

Natasha opens your car door, and as you step out of the car, she grabs your waist and says "Bob and I will meet you in your bedroom in 5 minutes. When we get in there, you better be naked and on your knees next to the bed, okay princess?". You nod eagerly and rush upstairs and into your bedroom.

You quickly strip your clothes and eagerly fall to your knees, waiting for Bob and Natasha to meet you in the bedroom. A few moments later, Bob and Natasha open the door to see you waiting for them, just as instructed. They are both naked as they walk through the door, and you whine in arousal.

They both smile as they tower over you. Natasha puts her thumb on your lips and you open your mouth to suck on her finger. "Such a good girl. Bob, she's such a patient and obedient girl, don't you think?" Natasha groans. Bob nods in agreement as he mutters "She is such a perfect girl for us".

You feel giddy from the praise you are receiving, and Natasha retracts her thumb from your mouth as she orders you to get onto the bed. You happily get off of your knees and lay back onto the bed. Natasha climbs on top of you and begins pressing soft kisses onto your mouth. You happily return these kisses. Eventually the kiss escalates and she pushes her tongue into your mouth.

You feel yourself growing wetter as your tongues battle for dominance. Natasha presses kisses down your body until she reaches your tits. "Bob, eat her pretty pussy. Get our good girl ready for me" she mutters out between kisses and licks to your chest. Bob instantly agrees as he positions himself between your legs.

Bob begins with kitten licks to our clit as he inserts two fingers and curls them up, immediately finding your sweet spot. You let out a loud moan as Bob excitedly licks your clit with his tongue and is fingering your g-spot perfectly, while Natasha is sucking your nipples and pinching them in between her fingers.

The pleasure becomes overwhelming as they both enthusiastically please you at the same time. Your moans and whines soon become much louder, as you feel yourself being brought to the edge very quickly.

Just before you reach your peak, Bob retracts his fingers and tongue. You whine in frustration as Natasha also pulls away from your tits. Natasha mockingly strokes your head as she says "Aw, baby. You'll be coming soon, I promise".

She presses a haste kiss to your lips before climbing on top of you and sliding her legs between yours. Her pussy is just inches away from where you need her most. You let out a loud moan as she presses your clits together. Bob pants in the corner as he strokes himself at the sight.

Natasha rubs your pussies together with vigor. Your wetness easily aides her movements, and makes the pleasure more intense. Natasha strokes your sexes together aggressively and she lets out the most pornographic moans as she throws her head back. You take this opportunity to leave kisses on her throat.

This brings Natasha closer to her edge, and she begins moving faster, which brings you closer to the edge as well. You kiss each other, and moan into each other's mouths before you both come together.

Natasha pants and stills her movement before she turns her focus to Bob, who is a whimpering mess. His cock is an angry red, and his entire body is flushed. His hair is messy, and he has a look in his eyes of pure need.

"Are you gonna let Bob fuck you, angel?" Nat asks you as she gets up and stands beside the bed. "Yes, yes please fuck me, Bob. I need it right now" you whine out as Bob moves over to the bed and gets on top of you.

You and Bob let out a content sigh as he enters you. "Fuck, I'm not gonna last long" Bob groans as he sits back on his heels while he begins fucking you. Natasha takes this as an opportunity to give attention to your clit while Bob roughly fucks you.

Her lips attach to your clit, and your back immediately arches off of the bed. Bob begins thrusting harder and faster as Nat continues licking and sucking at your clit. You and Bob both let out loud moans as you come together, his cum filling you up perfectly.

Bob pants as he recovers from his orgasm, and he finally pulls out to watch his cum drip out of your pussy. At this time, Nat comes back from the bathroom with a washcloth to help you clean up. Once she has cleaned you, she helps you go to the bathroom, and then helps you get tucked into bed. Bob and Nat are on either side of the bed, while you are in the middle.

They both cuddle up to you, and you sigh in content. It is no longer a question. You have no doubt in your mind that you are bisexual. Your heart soars with pride at the thought. You give Bob and Nat each a kiss before you feel yourself drifting to sleep. Excited for the conversation in the morning about how you will be able to be in a relationship with these two amazing people.

Robert “Bob” Floyd work

a little arrangement

summary: you admit to bob that you have a crush on phoenix. so he decides to invite her into your bedroom. 18+

sweetheart

summary: bob is a total sweetheart when you decide you are ready to lose your virginity.

send requests!!

a bob fic where he’s just really sweet during your first time because you’re very inexperienced would be sooo cute (and hot!) if you’re willing to do it!

Sweetheart

Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

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"Baby?" you whisper to Bob late in the middle of December. "Yeah, sweetheart?" Bob responds and peaks over the top of his book to lock eyes with you. "I think I'm ready to lose my virginity. We've been together for so long and I trust you," you say.

"A-are you sure baby? I don't want you to feel pressured at all." Bob stutters out. "I'm positive. I've been thinking about this for a long time" you say excitedly. Bob smiles at you and you return the smile as he begins to stand and walk over to where you are sitting on the couch.

As he reaches the couch, he bends down to kiss your cheek, then your forehead, until finally he reaches your lips. He gently kisses you for a moment, until the kiss is deepened and he presses his tongue into your mouth. He then scoops his arms under your thighs and picks you up to carry you to the bedroom.

He continues passionately kissing you as he makes his way to the bedroom and carefully lays you down on the bed. Once he makes sure that you are completely comfortable, he gets up and begins to take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers. Then he turns his full attention back to you.

He slowly takes off your sweatshirt and pj pants, while he kisses every inch of your bare skin that he possibly can. In between each kiss, he mutters sweet nothings to you. "You're so beautiful", "Oh my gorgeous girl". "I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby".

Once he has stripped you down to your underwear and bra, he snakes his hands around your back to unclasp your bra. Once your bra is off, he kisses all over your tits and begins sucking on your nipples. You moan quietly as he continues his attack on your perky tits.

Once he feels that he has given enough love to your gorgeous tits, he moves on and kisses down your stomach until he reaches the band of your underwear. He grabs the band of your underwear with his teeth and scoots his hand to your ass to assist him in sliding off your panties.

Once he slides your panties down your legs, he takes a moment to admire your pussy. You begin to shuffle away from his face, feeling embarrassed at the attention you're receiving. He firmly grabs your hips to stop you from wiggling away from him. "Baby, you're absolutely gorgeous, don't get shy. Is this okay with you still?" he asks as he presses sweet kisses to your hip bone.

"Yes, yes I'm fine. Please keep going" you say, breathlessly. He kisses your inner thigh a few times before he licks a stripe up your pussy. You immediately gasp at the contact. He smirks against your pussy as he begins inserting one finger while licking all around your sensitive clit.

You moan at the feeling, as your hands go down to grab a hold of his hair. He moans in response when you tug his hair, eyes closing in satisfaction. He inserts another finger and begins rutting his hips against the bed as your moans increase. He continues fingering you, and licking enthusiastically when he adds a third finger to help stretch you out.

Your moans begin to increase, and Bob knows that you are close to the edge, so he curls his fingers to hit that spot inside of you that he knows will make you fall over the edge. You scream when he hits that spongy part inside of you, and you feel yourself fall over the edge.

As you close your eyes and pant while recovering from your orgasm, you hear Bob whining at the end of the bed. You open your eyes and see him palming his erection through his boxers. You smile at the sight as you say "Go get a condom. I'm ready". Bob smiles at hearing these words and rushes out of the room to go grab a condom from his wallet.

You lay back and smile while you wait for him to return with the condom. You hear him running down the hall and you giggle when you see him almost trip while taking off his boxers. He smiles as he rolls on the condom and climbs onto the bed, on top of you.

He teases you by moving the tip of his long cock up and down your entrance until you become a begging mess. "Bob, please! Give it to me" you whine. He smiles as he slowly pushes the head of his cock into you. Your whines quickly cease as you begin to feel so full. Pleasure runs through your body as you begin to feel euphoric.

Bob continues slowly pushing into you until he bottoms out. He groans at the feeling and closes his eyes in pleasure. "Please baby, move I need you to fuck me" you whisper to him. Bob groans at your words as he begins thrusting in and out of you.

You immediately moan at the feeling and Bob begins to rut into you faster. The lewd sounds of skin meeting skin and moaning are all that can be heard in the room. Bob knows that he won't last long, so he begins to play with Y/N's clit to bring her to her orgasm.

Y/N and Bob's moans both increase in volume as they both feel their orgasms approaching. "Bob, baby I'm gonna come" you whisper in his ear. He groans and says "Come for me, sweetheart. I'm right behind you". You come and feel yourself tense up. Bob comes right after you due to feeling you clench him so hard.

Bob hugs you and kisses your shoulder as he slowly pulls out, takes off the condom, and throws it in the trash. He picks you up and runs a bath for the both of you. He then puts on your favorite movie and cuddles you to sleep. You go to sleep smiling, knowing that you have the biggest sweetheart as your boyfriend.