#bob floyd deserves head every day

[bradshawsbitch]

lt. robert 'bob' floyd

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I'm Not Sorry

Bob Floyd x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, dry humping, semi-public hookup

Inspired by This Text Post: i should be riding some nerd's thigh while he gropes all over my body & tells me i'm the girl of his dreams

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: i've been struggling to finish fics lately but i saw that text post a couple days ago, knew i wanted to write about it for Bob, and then BAM this all fell outta me tonight. unbeta'd to the max but Bob Floyd deserves to fuck so time was of the essence 😌

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If you wanted to be dramatic, you could say that you and Bob had been playing a very coy game of cat and mouse for months. It was a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much. A majority of the time that you spent with each other was work-related. It was usually work related, and there was almost always other people around. The closest the two of you got to having time alone was when all of you went out together and everyone else got distracted with pool or darts or each other. So while it might’ve been months according to the calendar, it wasn’t really quite that drastic.

Still, though, you tried to make the most out of the time that the two of you got to have.

It was easy, especially at first, to get a rise out of him, to get his cheeks to flush pink, to get him tripping over his words. A seemingly accidental touch, a well-timed innuendo or wink—that’s all it really took. You didn’t say anything about it but you noticed each time his gaze would break, eyes flickering down from yours to your mouth anytime your teeth dragged along your bottom lip. It never took much with him and for a while you just chalked it up to the fact that he was sweet and shy and a little awkward, that anyone flirting with him like that would get that reaction out of him. It wasn’t until you saw him perfectly unfazed at The Hard Deck one night when a girl at the bar was all but falling into his lap that you realized it wasn’t a Bob thing. It was a you thing. Once you realized that, it was all bets off.

There had been more than one occasion when thanks to your subtly wandering hands Bob nearly spat his drink out across the bar or dropped the bottle from his hand completely. You were able to keep a straight face and play it off, and every now and then Bob was able to recover with some grace, but there had been a time or two when he’d caught a few odd looks from the rest of the crew. It was easy enough to wave them off and they’d let it drop, but the second his focus was back on you, you could tell that he was working overtime to stay on the right side of self-control. All you could do was smile and try to carry on like nothing had happened.

Truthfully, it had gotten to a point where you had almost just resigned yourself to this being what it was going to be like with you and Bob. You were trying to accept that this limbo, this knowing that you wanted him and he wanted you but neither of you really found the time to do much of anything about it, was as good as it was going to get. A never-ending chase, a game with no winners.

“Alright,” you said as you hopped off your barstool, “I gotta head out.”

“Why?” Rooster asked, sounding as though he couldn’t fathom why anyone would want or need to be anywhere else on a Friday night.

You laughed as you dug your wallet out, taking out a few bills to close out your tab and then some. “Some of us have shit to do in the morning, Bradshaw.”

He laughed and gave you a mock disbelieving look. “I don’t think so.”

Raising your eyebrows, you turned your head to face him. “You wanna close out my tab, then? Sounds like you might wanna close out my tab.”

He threw his hands up in surrender. “Forget it—see you Monday.”

You laughed a little harder at that. “That’s what I thought.”

It didn’t seem like your departure disturbed the flow too much, everyone falling back into their previous conversations as you made your way to the bar to square up your tab. You didn’t even bother looking back as you made your way to the door of the bar. By the time your feet hit the blacktop of the parking lot, you were already fishing your keys out of your bag.

Once you were a few strides away from the bar and the clamor of noise coming from inside died down, all you heard was the sound of your own footsteps, and the ocean not too far off. It was peaceful until you heard someone else’s footsteps behind you. The sound alone wouldn’t usually have been strange. Someone else deciding to leave the bar at the same time as you wasn’t a weird occurrence. What made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, however, was the fact that the footsteps were getting quicker and closer. You felt your jaw clenching, positioning your keys between your fingers the way you’d always been taught. You were only a few steps away from your car now but you still found yourself taking a deep breath, getting ready to turn around and see whoever it was that was behind you. You were about to turn and brace for impact when you heard Bob’s voice calling out your name, a little breathless, and very rushed.

Turning around and seeing him, some of the tension disappeared. You huffed, shoulders dropping. “Jesus, Bob.”

There was an apologetic smile on his face as he realized what had just happened. “Sorry.”

Shaking your head, you slipped your keys so that you were holding them in your hand normally again. You managed to laugh at the potential worst case scenario versus the reality of the situation. “Another step without saying my name and I think we both would’ve been sorry.”

He stepped in a little closer to you as he nodded towards your car. “Just wanted to walk you to your car.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled as you turned and started the last few steps across the lot with him. “You know, walking me out to my car is much more chivalrous and much less creepy when you tell me you’re going to do it.”

There was a smirk on his face as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Guess I’ll have to remember that next time.”

Silence took over the space between you, and while it was comfortable enough, you couldn’t help but to feel like there was more to it, something in the air. Hitting the unlock button on your keys, the lights of your car flashed once. You looked at Bob, then at your car, and then back to Bob. “Well,” you chuckled, “thank you for the company on this long, treacherous journey.” You reached for the handle on the driver’s door. “Hope we can do it aga—”

Bob cut your sentence short when he placed one hand on top of yours on the door handle, keeping you from opening it. Before you could jump to another sentence and ask him what he was doing, his other hand was pressing against the small of your back and pulling you into him so that he could press his lips to yours in a kiss that was intense and nervous all at once.

It lasted just long enough for you to realize what was happening and how good it felt and then he pulled away. Going off the way his eyes were wider than you’d ever seen them, he was just as surprised at himself as you were. Despite the shock all over his face, he didn’t take his hand off your back, although the one that was covering yours on the door dropped back to his side.

“Sor—I’m sorry,” he finally forced out. “I’m…” he trailed off as he looked at you, tongue darting out over his bottom lip.

Another second passed in heavy silence, and when you didn’t try to break free of him, didn’t try to push him away, he let the rest of his sentence die on the tip of his tongue as he kissed you again. You could feel the way that he was more confident this time, the warmth of his palm bleeding through the thin fabric of your tank top as he pressed you against him.

You brought your hands up so that they were resting in the crook of where his neck met his shoulder. One slid up, thumb beneath his jaw as he deepened the kiss. It was all you could do to not ball up the cotton of his t-shirt in your fist, put it in a vice grip so that he couldn’t try to get away. However once you felt the way his tongue pushed into your mouth, and the way he used his body to pin you between him and the side of the car, it became clear that he wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

He had one hand still on your back, one hand braced against the side of your car. It was the first time it ever seemed like he was crowding you, like he was trying to make you seem small. You didn’t mind it. With the way he was kissing you, you were fairly certain you wouldn’t mind anything.

The next time the two of you came up for air, he didn’t pull far enough away for you to really see him. You were just far enough apart for your lips not to be touching, but you could still feel the side of his nose pressed against yours. You could still feel his breath against your skin. The two of you were pressed so tight against each other that you could’ve sworn you could feel the way his heart was about to beat clean out of his chest.

“Shit,” the word fell from his lips in a whisper, followed by an equally soft laugh. His lips brushed against yours as he spoke. “I’m…I’m not sorry.”

You laughed at that, couldn’t help yourself do to anything but. “Good.” Your hand slid from his jaw to the back of his head. “You shouldn’t be.” Kissing him again, you let your teeth pull lightly at his bottom lip as you pulled away. “Only thing you need to be sorry for is taking so long.”

He smiled and shook his head. If the lighting had been better you were sure that you would see a blush all across his cheeks and down his neck. You’d have to settle for the mental image of it. “Didn’t see you chasing me down across any parking lots for a kiss before this either,” he rebutted with a chuckle.

“Touché.”

The humor died down out of his voice as he said, “You know how long I’ve been wanting to do that?”

You nodded, noses brushing against each other. The bridge of his glasses bumped against your forehead for a split second in the process. “I’ve got a pretty good idea, yeah.”

Your bodies were pressed together so tightly that you felt it when he sucked in a quick breath. There were a million things that he wanted to say to you and he couldn’t make himself say any of them in that moment. He had his hand on your back and the taste of your kiss on his lips and yet none of the things he’d been thinking over the passing months were making it out.

The feeling of your fingers toying with the longer strands of his hair centered him enough for him to smile as he said, “At least you know that. I—oh—” He fumbled his way out of the sentence when he felt your lips on his neck.

“Bob?” you said, lips brushing against the column of his throat as you spoke.

“Y-yeah?” he stammered out, and you could feel the vibrations against your lips as he talked.

Taking one hand off of him, you reached and pulled on the handle to the back door of your car. You kissed him again, pushing both of you off the side of the car in the process. “Get in the car.”

He was far enough away that you could see the shocked look on his face. “What?”

You placed your hands on his sides, switching your positions so that he was closer to the car than you. “Car.” You kissed him. “Back seat.” Another kiss. “Now.”

“Now?” He looked around the parking lot. Full of cars but completely devoid of people. “Here?”

You laughed as you pushed him farther back, causing him to duck slightly as he went backwards into the car. “Preferably, yeah.”

“I don’t—whoa,” he fell back across your back seat, managing to brace himself on his forearms.

You shimmied in after him. Pulling the door shut behind you, you climbed on top of him, one leg between his, the other pinned between the outside of his leg and the back seat. It was close quarters, but you weren’t exactly looking to put any distance between the two of you.

Your hands landed on his shoulders, fingers curling over the curve of them as you leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Whatever reservations he’d had about your current location disappeared almost immediately once your lips caught his. His hands were on your hips for a moment. You could feel the way he tightened his grip even through the denim of your shorts. Your lips and his met over and over, each reconnection making him a little bolder.

He managed to get his thoughts together just enough to pry one hand from your hip so that he could reach up and take his glasses off. He all but tossed them up and onto the center console between the driver and passenger seats. You were smiling and about to make a comment about the action but you didn’t get the chance. He brought his hand back to you, starting off on the soft, exposed skin of your thigh. His touch was soft at first, but quickly started to change. His fingers dragged up your leg before slipping past the bottom hem of your shorts.

Your pleased gasp of surprise when you felt the pads of his fingertips over the lace of your panties was quickly smothered as he pulled your lips back to his again. His grip on your ass tightened, pushing you down harder onto his thigh and causing you to moan into his mouth.

For a split second you couldn’t believe it. All this time and Bob hadn’t been able to make a move, couldn’t believe that you wanted to fool around in the back seat of your car—that same man was now grinding you down against his thigh in a way that had you wet and clenching around nothing.

You broke the kiss to catch your breath, muttering out a quiet, needy, “Fuck,” as you continued to move along the top of his leg.

When you pulled back enough to see him, you saw the way that he was watching the movement of your hips. He didn’t take his eyes off of you, felt like he physically couldn’t tear himself away from the sight. His hold on you loosened as you found your own rhythm. A tiny whimper slipped past your lips, the sound involuntary as you savored the friction. The sound made his gaze snap back up to your face, and when he saw the want and desperation etched into your expression he thought that he was going to melt into a puddle right there on your back seat. What a way to go.

He pulled you back down into another kiss, your bodies flush practically from head to toe. Even as you continued to move against his thigh, you could feel the way he was shifting slightly, trying to get in the most comfortable position as he felt himself growing more and more aroused with each passing second. He didn’t let you pull away, though, didn’t let you put any distance between you. With you pinning his leg to the seat, Bob let his hands wander up underneath he fabric of your shirt. Suddenly it was like you felt his hands everywhere—your back, your sides, your chest. He slipped them down past the waistband of your shorts and underwear, fingers kneading the flesh of your ass in a way that with everything else had your legs starting to shake.

Bob could feel it, too. He could feel the increased sense of urgency in your movements, the way you were chasing after something and you almost had it. He was half-expecting to be woken up and find out that this was all just a dream. But not even his dreams had been this good, felt this good.

He dragged his lips off of yours, trailing them along your jaw instead. He left a string of sloppy, desperate kisses in his wake until his lips were beside your ear. One of his hands crept up your back, palm and fingertips scorching your skin in the best way.

“I meant it, you know,” his whisper came out lower than you’d ever heard, a tiny hint of a tremor to it, “when I said I’ve been wanting this—you.” He kissed below your ear, feeling the shaky breath you let out at that, at his words. “But even when I thought about it,” he kissed your jaw, “or dreamed about you,” he kissed your neck, “it wasn’t—shit—it wasn’t anything compared to this.”

Fighting the urge to bury yourself into the crook of his neck at his words, you pulled your head back. You cupped his jaw roughly in one hand and crashed your lips against his. His arms slithered around you and wrapped you tightly against him. He could still feel the slight shake in your legs.

“Bob—”

He stole another quick kiss. “I’d wait all over again for this.”

You could hear it in his voice how genuine he was being. You tried not to let yourself get distracted by his still-wandering hands, or his erection that you could still feel through his jeans. You tried to start your sentence again. “Bob, I—”

“Let me—”

“Come home with me,” you cut him off right back this time, deciding to just get to the point of what you were trying to say.

Confusion flashed across his face for a quick moment. “What?”

“Come back to my place.”

“I thought—”

“I wanna do this.” You sat up enough so that you could drag your fingertips down over his chest and stomach, even doing it over the fabric of his shirt had him starting to squirm with want. “But I’d rather do it somewhere where I don’t have to worry about smacking my head off the ceiling if I sit up all the way.”

The statement got both of you to laugh. “That’s fair.” He paused, a smirk on his face as he said, “Car was your idea, though.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m feeling a little impatient. Sue me.”

He pulled you into another kiss, one that every time you thought it was over he’d pull you back in all over again. As much as you wanted to get him back to your apartment and laid out on your bed, you also knew that you’d spend as much time as he wanted to doing exactly what you were doing right now. Anything to keep him this close now that you had him there.

When he released you from the kiss, he looked up at you with that same smile, that same slightly dazed look to in his eyes. Like he couldn’t believe this was happening. You couldn’t really believe it either. You couldn’t believe that any of it was happening at all, but you were also having a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that Bob Floyd, the same man who could barely make eye contact with you at the bar the first time you all went out together, was the same man who looked like he was about to try and strategize how to best make use of your back seat so he wouldn’t have to wait to get back to your apartment.

“I live less than ten minutes from here,” you said, already knowing what he was going to say.

His hands moved around to the front of you, fingers just barely curled over into the front of your waistband. You pretended not to notice the way he was toying with the button of your shorts. “Thought you had things to do tomorrow?”

You laughed, leaning in and kissing him. “I still do. Now they’re just,” you ran your hand lightly over the crotch of his jeans, enough pressure to get him to buck into you, “different things.” You giggled quietly at the purposeful breath he sucked in. Reaching over, you grabbed his glasses for him. “C’mon. You can ride shotgun.”

He propped himself up by his forearms again as you untangled yourself from him. “What if—”

You couldn’t help but to laugh as you stopped his sentence short. “Little late to get shy now.”

He smiled, face starting to turn red. “Right.”

The only thing that passed between the two of you were knowing looks and soft laughter as you scrambled out and into the front seats of the car. It wasn’t until you were pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road that you spoke up again, trying not to be too distracted by Bob’s hand creeping higher and higher up on your thigh.

“So,” you looked over at him for a second before returning your attention to the road, “you dreamt about me?”

His head dropped back against the headrest and you couldn’t help but to laugh at his faux exasperation. He gave your thigh a squeeze. You were expecting a joke, one of the witty little comebacks that he had a way of finding in the right moments, but instead he let himself be serious as he said, “Yeah, I did.”

The three words hung in the air between you, and you felt the butterflies that you’d been too busy to feel before in the heat and the rush of everything else. You could feel the way that Bob was looking at you while you looked at the road.

“How much longer?” he asked.

You laughed, sparing him a glance. “Six minutes, tops.”

He nodded, fingertips grazing up and down your thigh, goosebumps breaking out over your skin despite how warm your car was with its still-fogged-up windows. “Six minutes.”

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Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Seventeen

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, smut, angst

Chapter summary: Ducky and Jake rekindle their physical romance

WC: 1.6K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

You fiddled with the strap of your dress. 

You felt silly. You had felt silly buying it – a silky midi dress that dipped low in the back with a folded cowl neck, a slit up the side that let you move seamlessly. 

And the fact that it was a deep, savory red. Like Jake had requested. 

You left your hair down, and applied a thin layer of pale pink lipstick, fingers shaking as you slipped on a pair of kitten heels, taking a deep breath before exiting your bedroom. 

Jake swiveled as soon as he heard the door creak open, green eyes wide with excitement. 

“Damn,” he whispered. 

You shook your head. “Stop.” 

“Woman, you’re hot, let me at least fawn over you for a moment.” 

“I’m wearing two pairs of underwear that go all the way to my boobs.” 

He grinned. “Stop trying to turn me on.”

You held out your hand and Jake took it, wrapping his warm fingers around yours. “Come on mama. Got a surprise.” 

***

Jake’s surprise was a restaurant where they put the tables in the ocean, so your feet dangled in the water. You laughed as he bent down, hiking up the edges of his pants before pulling your heels off, one by one. 

“Well?” he asked, taking a sip of his martini. Your mouth watered for gin as you opted for sparkling water. 

“This is just an excuse for you to show me your calves, isn’t it?” You nodded toward his rolled up trousers. 

He flexed his toes, forcing his calf muscles to contract. “You know it.” 

“It’s perfect.” 

“So you’ve got a foot AND calf fetish? I learn something new every day.” 

“Is this where you take all the ladies? Make them fall in love with your sexy legs?” 

Jake nodded. “Yes it is. And then on a second date I wear those cargo pants where they zip off under the knee to really get in a good show.” 

You tilted your head. “I mean it, Jake. Is this your spot? How many times have you brought girls here?” 

“Including tonight?” You nodded. “Once.” 

“Be serious.” 

“I am.” He reached across the table, folding his fingers over yours. “Nothing about being with you is like anything I’ve done before.” 

“So you don’t have ten baby mamas running around San Diego?” 

Jake slipped his fingers between yours, the heel of your palm resting on the cold table. It took every ounce of courage you had to look up at him. His face was soft, golden. 

And honest. 

“There’s no one else,” he whispered. “Not now. And I don’t think there will ever be anyone else.” 

“You can’t say that for sure.” 

“Maybe I can.” 

***

“Have you told mom?” 

You frowned from the passenger seat. “No. Did you?” 

Bob shook his head tightly, turning back to face the road. “No. But you should. You can’t hide it forever.” 

“We both know she doesn’t leave Tennessee. No chance she’s going to surprise us here.” 

“She deserves to know, Ducky.” 

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, which was getting harder by the day. “Do we have time to stop for a milkshake?” 

“I see you changing the topic. And yes, if we’re quick. I told Sena I’d pick her up for dinner.” 

“Is it serious?” you asked as Bob pulled into the drive thru and ordered your favorite – a vanilla milkshake, extra whipped cream. The baby flopped around inside of your stomach, expectantly.

“I like her a lot,” he whispered. 

“I want you to be happy, Bobby,” you replied, laying a hand on his arm. 

He turned to you. “That’s all I want for you, too, Ducky.” 

“So give Jake a chance?” 

He grunted. “I don’t know why you had to choose Hangman of all people to have a baby with.” 

“Choice makes it sound planned,” you said, unfurling the straw from its paper confines and taking a frosty sip. “And he’s a good guy. I’d like for you to give him a chance.” 

“I think you forget he was my friend first.” 

“Friend? More like enemy.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Not whatever. Jake is going to be in your life, for the rest of time. Unless you’re walking away from us.” You placed your hands on your belly. 

Bob slid the car into stop at the red light and turned to you. “Walking away from you is the last thing I’m ever going to do.” 

“Then you need to figure out how to be OK with Jake being in our lives.” 

“Fine,” he replied through gritted teeth, pulling into the intersection and taking a left. “I’ll try.” 

“Are you ever going to tell me why the two of you have beef?” 

Bob refused to match your gaze. “That’s something Jake should tell you.” 

***

“Ow, ow, ow!” You rolled over, lifting the hem of your camisole. “Honey, please, I’m trying to sleep. Kick me tomorrow after I’ve had breakfast, alright?” 

Despite the fact that you knew from the books that babies develop ears by ten weeks, your daughter decided she was already having a teenage meltdown and wouldn’t listen. That’s how you found yourself pacing around the living room at three in the morning, hands rubbing your belly methodically. 

You were so caught up in the incessant kicking that you didn’t even hear Jake’s door open. “Y/N?” 

He stood in the doorway to the living room, rubbing one eye, ridiculous six-pack on full display in just a pair of gray sweats. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Can’t sleep,” you huffed. “She’s kicking me.” 

“That’s a good thing, right?” 

“She’s treating my ribcage like it’s a goal and she’s Mia Hamm. No Jake, at this very moment, it’s not great.” 

“Here, sit down and I’ll make you some tea.” 

You sat down on the couch, wiggling left and right to try and get comfortable. Jake emerged a few minutes later, holding out a warm cup of peppermint tea that you sipped on gently, letting the steam open your pores. 

“What can I do?” he asked. 

“Distract me.” 

“With what?” 

“A story.” You flinched. “Anything. Your favorite vacation. Favorite ice cream flavor. Best sex.” 

“Greece, I was fifteen. Chocolate peanut butter. You.” 

You threw a pillow at him. “I’m serious!” 

He laughed. “Maybe I am, too. Did you ever think of that?” 

You frowned, the laughter dying in the air. “It was one time, Jake.” 

“Two times if I remember correctly.” You rolled your eyes. “And I think it means more when you care about someone.” 

“We didn’t even know each other.” 

“Well now I know you,” he said quietly. “And that makes it the best in my book.” 

Finally, the baby stopped kicking. You signed with relief, practically euphoric. “Oh my God, thank you.” 

“You’re welcome for the great sex.” 

You flopped back onto the couch. “Shut up. She stopped kicking. I can finally sleep.” 

“You should go back to bed.” 

“I can’t move. I’m a whale with no legs.” 

Before you could even protest, Jake had his fingertips rolled beneath your hips and lower back, tugging you into his arms as if you weighed five pounds. His green eyes never left yours as he carried you silently through the apartment, pressing open the door with his foot, setting you down gently on your queen-sized bed. 

There was a moment where Jake removed his fingertips from beneath you, but his golden face was hovering close enough. You reached out, threading your fingers into his hair, tugging him in closer, pressing his lips to yours. He practically groaned into your mouth as you slid your tongue between his lips. Jake’s hands slipped down, running over your bare arms, one hand palming your breast over your silky tank top. 

Before you could even think, you rolled over on top of Jake, straddling his hips, hands pressed against his bare chest. His fingertips found your hips, holding you in place. 

“God, you’re beautiful.” 

“I’m enormous.” 

Jake shook his head. “No, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He paused. “Can I?” 

You nodded and he lifted the hem of your shirt, pressing his large, warm hands against the stretched expanse of your belly. You watched his eyes widen as he traced across your stomach, holding you. 

“Jake?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Touch me.” 

He frowned. “I am?” 

“Touch me.”

His eyes turned into saucers. Gently, you rolled off of Jake, settling back against the mattress. He slid his lips across your throat. “Where do you want me baby?” 

“Everywhere.” 

You let out a breathy moan as Jake slid further down the bed, nails scraping gently at your skin as he tugged your silky shorts down your legs, exposing your wet core. And the second you felt his mouth against you, both of your legs thrown over his shoulders, his hands gripping your hips, holding you down, you let go. Gave in to the waves of pleasure as Jake’s tongue worked you to a high, your moan delving into a screech as you came across his face, your hands threaded into his hair, holding him close. 

“Oh my God.” 

Jake grinned, his hands still holding your thighs apart. Slowly, he pushed himself onto his knees, your legs falling to either side of him. You could see, easily, through his sweatpants to how hard he was. It made your insides squeeze. 

“I’m scared,” you whispered. 

“Why are you scared?” 

“What if it feels different?” you asked. “Or God forbid the baby feels it.” You paused. “Or you hate having sex with me when I’m this huge.” 

To your surprise, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to your belly. “It might be different,” he said softly. “I read that one book and it didn’t say anything about the baby being able to feel it, so don’t think you’re traumatizing our kid this early.” You smiled. “As for you? You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known. Now more than ever.” 

“You’re just saying that to get into my nonexistent pants.” 

He shook his head. “Believe whatever you want, Y/N. But deep down, I know that you know I’m into you.” 

“Go slow, OK?” 

You had been so drunk the first time you and Jake slept together. Even now, it only came in small, fragmented waves of memory. 

This time, everything was different. The way he held your hip gently as he eased himself against your folds, the nudge of his cock against your entrance, your small gasp as he pushed himself inside, bare, for the first time in however many months. 

How gentle Jake was as he pressed against your walls, making sure you were comfortable before reaching down, sliding your butt closer toward him, his length hitting against your front wall, causing you to groan. 

It was the way Jake held your hand above your head as he pumped inside of you, slowly, methodically, his lips hot against your throat, his other arm wrapped around your back, holding you close. 

When you came around him, his eyes were glued on yours, his mouth open in a wail as he let himself go inside of you, thrusting hard, twice, before his chest was heaving, fingertips still gripping your hips tightly. 

The two of you lay on top of the bed covers, sweat drying across your skin. You turned to Jake, pressing one hand against his cheek. “Before we do this again,” you whispered, “before anything else happens, I need you to tell me something.” 

He frowned. “Anything.” 

“What happened between you and Bobby?” 

Jake froze. 

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[dckweed]

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND, bob floyd

summary: In which bob floyd gets himself into a bit of a pickle and calls on his hot, recently single neighbor to help him out, the situation is mutually beneficial..in more ways than one.

warnings: fake dating, violence, domestic violence mentioned, nicknames, slowburn, eventual smut, reader has anxiety!

this is an x reader fic where reader is referred to as sunshine or sunny as a nickname, also i know the moodboard is a lil wonky no one say anything im gonna fix it! i made it on my phone half asleep lmao.

this took quite a bit to get out huh? lol anyway send in requests for bob and sunny if you have any my loves!

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PART THREE: bagman. 

Purple and pink lights covered the dark stage, following your movements as you strode across it dressed in nothing but some white strappy heels with cute little cherries on them and a lacey red lingerie set. You had opted for a short wig that night, a blunt bob and in all honesty it made you feel like a whole new person as you stared out at the slightly crowded seating area next to the stage. Rowdy men were hollering already, slapping bills down onto the black top of the stage before you had even touched the pole yet, they were loving it. 

Music starts and you block out the crowd, moving your body to the beat as you do a routine you’ve been practicing in the couple of weeks you’ve been off, wanting to change up your dances for your regulars a little bit. You dance for nearly five songs, your new routine a big hit amongst the crowd and as you stride off of it, stopping to shake your ass here and there in front of who you deemed as deserving gentlemen, picking up handfuls of bills every time you did. The stage was absolutely covered in them, and you couldn’t have been more thrilled. You were fairly certain that there was enough her for you to be able to call it a night if you wanted to, you knew your boss wouldn’t mind if you went home early, he was still iffy about you coming in with a bruise still showing anyway (even though you perfectly covered it with makeup). A stage hand passes you with a big bag as you make your way off stage, the lights off as they go to clear up the money that you couldn’t grab. 

You were headed to the dressing room, needing a break after 5 songs but you’re stopped by your boss, Edwin. “You looked good out there Sunny,” He says an arm popping around your shoulder as the older gentlemen lead you away from the direction you were trying to go. You lean into him head on his shoulder. “Always a crowd pleaser, you are, you were missed during you time off.” 

You smile at his words, despite his hard appearance Edwin was actually a really kind man and he had taken you under his wing when you first came to town, had given you your job illegally even though you had just barely turned 21 and because of it you had grown close. If Bob hadn’t come to your aid the night that your pice of shit ex boyfriend had gone to town on you, you know that Edwin would have (even though he was in the middle of running the club) and he almost did when you called him the next day to tell him what happened. 

“I know it’s your first night back, and you wanted to take it easy,” He says, stopping you in the doorway just before the main floor of the club, where patrons were milling about as the stage hands finished clearing your set. “But you seemed to have caught the attention of one of those ship boys over there by the bar,” He points towards a group of them and you purse your lips, thanking god that none of them looked like Bobby from this angle. “Requested Ivy Wild for a private dance, told him you’re the boss when it comes to that..”

You sigh at the mention of being requested by name, looking back towards the dressing room. You weren’t sure how much you made from your stage appearance yet, not until you counted it, but you knew that if you did a half hour private dance that you’d walk away with three hundred at the least..you couldn’t say no to that kind of money. 

“I’ll take him, put him in room four.” You say, before turning on your heel to head towards the dressing room. “I’m gonna go freshen up real quick before I head in there.” 

The room is dark when you enter, nothing but a dim blue light around the ceiling to light up the room, casting shadows across the firm leather couches and the man lounging across them. You slink your way into the room, coy smile splaying across your lips. 

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing..” The man says, leaning back against the couch. He spreads his legs slightly as he does. He’s clad in dark jeans and a crisp white button up that is so tight you can practically see the outline of his abs through the fabric. You can’t see his face in the shadows but you can tell from his voice and the way he manspreads that he’s handsome, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you a little excited. “You gonna dance f’me?” 

If you listened close enough he even sounded a little bit like Bobby and for some reason, that made your face flush. “You gonna follow the rules pretty boy?” You flirt, moving your hips to the music that was playing softly in the room, standing just barely in front of him. “You can look but you can’t touch, got it?”

“Whatever you say, hot stuff..” He seems to sigh almost dreamily as you start putting on a show for him. 

You touch your body, letting your hands travel down it as you swing your hips to the beat, putting on a routine for him. Just as you’re about to give him a lap dance, ready to straddle your lean legs one either side of his thick thighs he reaches out for you, fingertips brushing the bare skin of your midriff. “Aht, Aht-” You say, pushing him back with your foot on his chest, your heel digging into the muscular expanse. “No touching, pretty boy..” 

“You’re fuckin’ killin’ me here..” 

When you leave the room fifteen minutes later, it’s with a self righteous smirk across your lips. You had made the man cum in his pants with your lap dance and you hadn’t even let him touch you, it was a rarity but you loved when it happened, it was quite the ego boost if you were being honest with yourself. You could have done without the three hundred and fifty that he had left for you and just rode the high of a stroked ego for the rest of the night, but you took it anyway and shoved it in the bag that the stage hands had left by your locker. You would count it out when you got home, you were ready to leave and you were positive you already made over a grand tonight, there was no need to stay other than to see to the other girls but they all seemed okay with themselves tonight. 

You poke your head into Edwin’s office and bid him goodbye on your way out, making your way to the employee parking lot afterwards where you parked your car, It’s a surprisingly short drive home given the time, and when you park your car on the side of the street outside of the building, you’re surprised to see Bob out, Cosie’s leash in hand. 

“Hey, Bobby!” You say cheerfully, hopping out of the car with your duffle bag and bag of cash in hand. He turns at hearing your voice, as though he was startled. 

“Sunny, you getting home early or late?” Yeah, the man earlier sounded almost exactly like him, you think and can’t help but smile. He holds the door open for you and lets you walk in ahead of him after you stop and stoop down to pet Cosie. 

“Early, told Edwin I wanted to take it easy..” You say, walking through the lobby of the building to the elevator with him. He hits the button for you too. You notice the way he looks at you when you mention Edwin and you remember that you never told him much about the club. “Edwin is the owner of the club, my boss..and he’s kind of like my dad in a way though thats a little weird to say because he sees me in lingerie all night..” You weren’t sure where the sudden rambling came from, perhaps it was a reaction to him putting his hand against your lower back to usher you into the elevator before him, or maybe it was the smell of his cologne that lingered in your nostrils but damn it made you feel nervous and giddy all at the same time. 

He hums as he punches the button for your guys’ floor, adjusting the leash to his other hand as Cosie rubs against your legs. You were still clad in your strappy heels, feeling too impatient to stop and take them off. He does the thing with his hand again to user you off of the elevator before him and you just about die on the spot, what is it with you? Was gentlemanly behavior really that big of a thing for you?

Within a few moments you’re at your door, his just a few steps farther than yours and he stops, holding your bag without a word as you shove your key into the lock and bully the door open. You open your mouth to say goodnight but find yourself saying something else entirely. “Do you wanna come in? Help me count all this maybe?” You hold up the bag of cash, and he glances down at it, soft smile on his handsome face. 

“Sure.” He finds himself saying, even though he has work in a few hours. You’re just so sweet with your damn eyes and flushed little cheeks that he can’t say no. 

The next few hours are filled with him sitting with you on your living room floor, sprawled out in front of the couch, piles of money in front of the both of you. You had gone and changed into a small pair of pajama shorts with little red hearts on them and a white tank top, but not before having him take photos of your heeled feet for you so you could post it on your instagram. 

“It’s almost four..” You whisper, your head leaned against his shoulder. You guys had stayed on the floor and you found yourself leaning against him as our eyes drooped, tired from you first day back at work but not wanting to fall asleep just yet. You listened to him tell you stories about his job, and you fell in love with how much he loved his job, how happy it made him. 

“You sleepy, Sunny?” He murmurs, that Montana accent thick. He turns his head to look down at you, almost wishing that he hadn’t because from this angle and in this lighting he could pretty much see through your shirt and it was all he could do not to pop a boner right here next to you at the sight of your pert nipples and supple tits. 

You hum in response, already on the cusp of unconsciousness. The last thing you remember is him shifting, his warm arm coming to wrap against your shoulder as if pulling him farther against him. 

By the time you wake the next morning, he’s long gone, though he’s left you in his hoodie that you don’t remember putting on and with Cosie. You can’t help but pout at his absence, having found yourself more comfortable with someone you were fake dating than anyone you had ever actually dated. You were surprised that you had fallen asleep, that you hadn’t woken when he left and when you check your phone, you’re even more surprised to find a text message with a photo of a sleeping you attached, your head against his chest, eyes closed and peaceful..

Navy Dude: thought i would take something for my own instagram..see you tonight..

You couldn’t help but giggle, breathing in his scent as you read the message and immediately going to check his instagram account before making yourself busy for the rest of the day by taking Cosie on a long walk and doing your pilates work out in the living room, practically counting down the hours until he would arrive to take you to meet his friends. Your first official date as a fake couple. 

You’re just struggling into a cute little yellow dress sun dress when you hear your door open and Cosie give a happy yip, with your arms cocked behind you, you glance towards your bedroom door, hearing his footsteps fall down the hallway. “Bobby?” You call out, almost a whine. “I can’t get my dress zipped..” 

He’s in your room in a matter of seconds, his long and lithe body taking up your doorway. He’s in his service uniform, the tan khaki’s littered with different colors of pins that you would have to ask him about later. You thought he looked handsome in his uniform, but he looked downright drool worthy when he wore his flight suit home, though you assumed they hadn’t done any flying today. 

“Let me help,” He murmurs as you stand in front of him. He bats your hands away before gently moving your loose hair over one shoulder, out of the way of the zip. “Dress looks real pretty..” His fingertips trail down the exposed skin of your back and you suck in a breath, chills going down your spine as they go up, up, up, stopping just between your shoulder blades. 

“Do I look okay?” You ask softly, smoothing out the flowy skirt that just barely went past your mid-thigh as you turned to face him, looking up at the taller man. You had put on enough makeup to cover up what was left of your bruises, but not nearly as much as you had worn at work last night. You were meeting friends, there was no need to paint your face like you would at work. You weren’t sure if you should put on more though, you wanted to look okay for him, you wanted him to have his friends’ approval. 

“You look gorgeous,” He murmurs, corners of his lips turning up as he looks down at you. You were practically chest to chest by that point, you would call it an almost intimate moment. His hand comes up from his side, fingertips grazing against the skin of your cheek before brushing your hair behind your ear, you blush as you notice yourself leaning into his touch slightly. “Think you look real pretty in yellow, Sunnygirl..” 

“Thank you..” You breathe, not realizing that you had somehow moved close enough to him that your noses were practically touching, him stopped down towards you. It wouldn’t take much for your lips to brush together now, just lean into him a little farther, and you would have too if Cosie hadn’t barked from your feet, scaring you so badly that you jump about a foot in the air, cheeks flushing as you realize that you had been about to kiss him and he hadn’t even tried to stop you. 

“Right, so,” You clear your throat, turning to go back to your closet for a pair of matching sandals. “Why don’t I go walk Cosie while you change and then I’ll meet you by your truck?”

“Oh, um, yeah, yeah,” He says, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck as he turns, his own cheeks flushing red. “You do that, i’ll be right down..” 

Nearly forty-five minutes later, he’s pulling his silverado into a parking spot near an old Bronco, throwing the shifter into park. You take in a deep breath, looking over at him. “This is it.” You say, the whole scheme that you two had cooked up finally feeling real to you. The man next to you nods, taking his keys from the ignition and shoving them down into his pocket. “Alright Bobby, let’s do this.” 

The parking lot isn’t overly crowded, but the patrons inside the bar are loud as you walk up to it. Your nerves get the better of you the closer you get to the front doors, your hands shaking with anxiety and you try to channel it into smoothing down your dress skirt but it does no good. Bob notices though, and suddenly he’s sliding his much larger hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s gonna be okay, Sunny.” He says, and you smile up at him feeling like a fool. You hadn’t realized that your anxiety was so noticeable, you thought you had been better at hiding it. 

Before you cn respond to him, he’s pushed open the doors of the bar, stepping in first to hold it open for you, his hand not leaving yours once. Almost immediately there’s a call of his name traveling throught he air and the sounds of chairs scraping and before you know it you’re surrounded by a few big, buff dudes and a bubbly girl who looks the most excited to meet you. 

You do your rounds of introductions, Phoenix gives you a big hug, ripping your hand from Bob’s in the process and practically lifting you off of the ground, and though you’re meeting her under the guise of being his girlfriend, you know that you’re going to be good friends.

Rooster gives you a firm handshake, his ginormous hand enveloping yours as he smiles down at you. You take in his features, he’s quite handsome despite the scarring on his face (that you desperately want to ask questions about, though you keep it to yourself) and you notice the lack of a ring on his hand or on the dog tags looped around his neck, peaking out of the top of the white undershirt he had put on under his loose hawaiian shirt. You think he’d be a good match for one of your friends and you make a mental note to ask Bob about it later. 

Coyote is gentle, and quite sweet but he’s a bit of a flirt and you feel yourself leaning more into Bob while you’re talking with him briefly, wanting it to look like you weren’t available (because technically to them, you weren’t). He introduces you to who you realize is one of his best friends next, Hangman, or as you had heard Bob call him, Bagman. He’s still wearing his uniform, and when he shakes your hand he gives you a charmingly sweet smile that you just know makes the girls weak in the knees, but when he talks to you? Your stomach drops to your knees.”Hey there, pretty thing..” He must know it too, because he smirks at you, that accent heavy. 

You swallow thickly, turning to Bob. “I’m gonna go get myself a drink, I’ll be right back, baby..” You say, giving him a kiss on the cheek for show before heading over to the bar. “Shot of tequila, please..” You say to the woman tending bar, leaning against it as you let out a breath. 

Bob’s friend was the man you had given a private dance to last night..the man who you had made cum in his own pants. How fucking bad could this get, you wondered? You hadn’t exactly lied when you told Bob’s friends that you were a dancer, you just hadn’t exactly specified what kind of dancing you did for a living, not expecting that one of his friends would be one of your customers. 

She sets the shot glass down in front of you just as you feel a presence behind you, directly behind you. His body was solid and warm as he put his arms on either side of yours, boxing you in. 

“Does he know?” His voice his quiet in your ear, making your body go stiff. You were uncomfortable, but you knew that he wasn’t going to hurt you or touch you in anyway. 

“That I made you cum in your pants?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow as you turn to face him. His head was right next to yours, eyes narrowed as he looked at you. “No, Bagman, I don’t think he does, and I don’t think he needs to either.” You knock back your shot, the liquid sliding down your throat with ease. “Just like I don’t think your group of friends needs to know that you spent your sunday night getting a lap dance from a stripper, now do they?”

You must win whatever stand off this is because after a moment his moves his arms, letting you brush past him. You hear him ask for a round of beers from the woman, and to put your shot on his tab as you make your way back to Bob who gives you a questioning look, you realize he must have seen the whole encounter. You lean up to kiss his cheek as you come back, his arm going around your waist firmly as you whisper to him that you needed to tell him something when you guys got home. You honestly thought it was funny, but you were sure that he was going to be freaked out. 

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oh my fucking god bussyslayer333 (your url in the juxtaposition to the sweetness of the first part of this fic had me rolling)!!!! this was probably one of the best Bob fics I’ve ever read - just the right amount of sweetheart baby love of my life mixed with a healthy dose of Bob fucks!! Amazing writing and you’ve got me wishing for my own motorboating Bob😮‍💨💘

Candy

summary: bob falls for a beautiful barista over the course of a few encounters.

word count: 7.1k

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, jake being an asshat, bob having some self doubt but he gets over it, smutty smut smut at the end, sort of mentions of an age gap??

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The first time Bob saw you was a Monday morning, he was meeting Phoenix and Rooster on his day off for coffee at a new place in town. It was a cute cafe, full of pastels and pastries and a little bell that jingled when he stepped in. The interior was larger than what he had expected, there were many booths, and a few tables by the front window. Phoenix and Rooster had managed to snag a cosy booth towards the corner of the room. He approached them with a smile on his face, happy to see his friends.

“Hey guys-”

“Bob, move!” Phoenix seethes slightly.

“Nice to see you too.” Bob rolls his eyes, sliding into the booth next to Bradley.

Bradley offers Bob an explanation, “There’s a super hot barista making our drinks right now.”

“Oh, fair enough.” Bob smiles, craning his neck around and trying to see who his friends were talking about.

Phoenix pipes up, “and when he says hot, we’re talking a total smoke show, like i’m pretty sure Rooster is still sporting a semi from when she asked if he wanted cream or not.”

“I am not!” Bradley whines, the tips of his ears tinged pink.

Bob was about to put his two cents on the situation, when suddenly his two friends were silenced from their bickering by a presence he felt over his shoulder.

“One double espresso and one peppermint latte?”

Phoenix beats Bradley for speaking first and Bob recognises her best flirtiest smile.

“Yeah, that’s us.” She says coolly.

“How could I forget?” The voice behind him teases as she places the drinks down, Bob watches Bradley’s cheeks flush again.

Finally, Bob turns to look at the alluring voice, only he hasn’t given you enough time to pull back from placing the drinks down and he finds his face hitting your cleavage. You make a shocked noise, and pull back giggling.

“That’s one way to make me take your order.”

Bob wished the earth would swallow him whole in that moment.

“God, I’m so sorry!” Bob pushes the words out of his mouth frantically.

Phoenix was never wrong, you were totally hot, but not just that, Bob thought. You were beautiful, and clearly funny, probably clever as well, kind (and he wouldn’t have ever said it but you had a great rack).

Phoenix butts in before Bob can ramble more apologies, “He’ll have a cappuccino.”

Bob watches you scribble down his order, in a little notepad you pulled from a pocket in the front of your pink half apron, tied neatly around your waist.

“Perfect.”

You smile down at him, and saunter off. Presumably, to make his drink. He wonders how you don’t notice the three pairs of eyes that watch as you walk away. You’re wearing tight black jeans and a tight cream long sleeve top, the pink apron creating a sweet contrast in your outfit. Once you’re out of earshot, Bradley and Nat finally allow themselves to cackle at Bob’s misfortune.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Bradley snorts.

Nat chokes slightly on her espresso before speaking up as well, “Sorry, I just remembered the panicked look on your face again.”

Bob groans, placing his head into his hands. He knew more often than not that girls like you didn’t go for guys like him, but now he had definitely fucked it. He watches as you make his drink, giggling with one of your coworkers as you work the machines. He imagines you’re telling him about the dork who just accidentally motorboated you trying to stutter out a one word order and groans again.

Bradley takes sympathy on Bob’s groaning and stifles his chuckles, “It’s not that bad! At least you got boobs in your face!”

Bob watches as Nat flicks Bradley in the head, mumbling something about him being a caveman.

“One cappuccino for the cute glasses guy who is now well acquainted with my boobs?” He can hear you giggle as you place the coffee down in front of him.

“That’s me.” Bob says with a hint of awkwardness, pointing his thumbs at himself. Was that an embarrassing thing to do? Probably. But you’re laughing and all Bob can think about his how much he wants to see you do it again.

“Is there anything else I can get you guys?” You ask with a smile on your face.

“We’re good, thank you.” Bradley gets there before Nat this time and pumps his fist under the table.

“I’ll be over here if you need me.” You reply and wander off again, hips swaying.

Bob is reminded of a saying he hears Jake using far too often to girls in the Hard Deck, it usually makes him mildly nauseous but now seems fitting. He does hate to see you go but love to watch you leave.

Nat pipes up again but this time in complaint, “How do you do it, Floyd?”

Bob cocks his head to the side, silently asking her to elaborate.

“She called you ‘cute glasses guy’, you’re so in there.”

Bob’s eyebrows raise so high he’s pretty sure they’re at his hairline. Did you actually call him cute?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The second time Bob has the pleasure of seeing you, he’s collecting caffeine for the team with Jake during a break after a particularly early start on the Friday of that same week. He’d been thinking about you for the past few days non stop, so when Phoenix suggested a coffee run, he knew exactly where to go.

What he should have bet on, was Jake also deciding you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Jesus Christ.” Jake drawled out.

Bob knew Jake had spotted you. Lo and behold, you were behind the counter, bent over trying to reach one of the syrup pumps. Same tight black jeans hugging your hips, this time paired with an old band t-shirt. You spin on your heel after hearing Jake’s exclamation, and start to recite your company’s spiel when a spark of recognition flashes across your face.

“Cute glasses guy!” You say almost excitedly.

Bob feels the heat rising in his cheeks as he watches Jake spin around and try and assess the area to see if there were any other dudes wearing glasses in the vicinity. There weren’t.

“Hi.” Bob smiles bashfully.

Jake, who can seemingly never keep his mouth shut decided to pipe up, “I’m feeling a little left out here Bobby, do you two know each other?”

Jake knew damn well how you knew each other, Nat had told everyone as soon as they got back to work. You watched as Bob stumbled over the beginning of a sentence, unsure of how to explain what had happened. You save him from himself and speak up,

“He gave me a very memorable shift on Monday.” You wink at Bob as you say it.

You figured that if this guy was close to Bob, then his other friends had already told him what had happened and he was just trying to rile Bob up.

“It would be my pleasure to give you a memorable shift darlin’.”

Bob rolls his eyes at Jake’s simpering drawl, texan accent heavy on his tongue. Luckily for Bob, you’re just as unimpressed. Usually you like your men a little more… reserved.

“I’m sure it would. What can I get for you today boys?” You ask, directed more towards Bob now.

He whips his phone out and starts reciting the the orders of the team, it’s a tad lengthy but watching you whisper all of his words to yourself again as you use a perfectly manicured hand to tap the drinks into the till makes it worth all the while.

You tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you give him the total, “Will that be with military discount as well?” You gesture towards the two men in uniform. They both nod and you tap in an extra code, bringing the total down significantly.

“I didn’t realise you were military?” You question as you turn around to start making the drinks in the lengthy order, calling another girl out from the back to man the till.

“Naval aviators, sweetheart.” Jake supplies for you. “We’ll I’m a pilot, Bob’s a backseater.”

Bob can’t help but feel like Jake is trying to undermine him slightly. You don’t pick up on it.

“Backseater?” You direct your question more directly towards Bob this time.

Bob clears his throat, “Uh yeah, basically I’m a Weapons System Officer, I sit in the back of the plane and man weapons and other stuff.” He didn’t want to bore you.

You smile, “Sounds important, is he your pilot?”You gesture towards Jake.

“No, the woman I was here with on Monday is.”

Your face lights up in recognition, “Oh yeah she was gorgeous! And the guy with the moustache?”

“Yeah he’s a pilot too.” Bob smiles, watching a scowl etch its way onto Jake’s face at the mention of Rooster. He makes a mental note to tell Phoenix what you had said about her.

You’re placing the final drinks down in their holders when Jake finally pipes up again, “You really are beautiful sweetheart.”

His eyes rake all over you, making Bob seethe. You don’t notice the anger radiating off Bob, but flush slightly under the compliment.

“Thanks, flyboy.”

Bob is cursing his lack of confidence, wishing he was the one being labelled with a nickname. He knew you were beautiful, he’d known way before Jake! He looks back up in time for you to hand him a bag with half the drinks inside, the other bag going to Jake.

“It was nice seeing you again Bob.” You preen at him, and add quickly on, “and meeting you, Jake!”

“Anytime, beautiful.” Jake thinks he’s got this one in the bag as he turns around to leave, he’s sure your number is gonna be scrawled on his cup when he opens the bag.

Bob doesn’t miss the way you roll your eyes when your hear the pet name, slyly winking at him once you realise he saw.

Once they’re all back on base handing out the coffees, Jake fully emptied out both the bags of the napkins. He makes a little “aha” noise as he finds what he’s looking for. A napkin with sharpie scrawled over it. His grin is quickly squashed as he throws the napkin in Bob’s direction. It lands on Phoenix’s lap and she reads what the sharpie note says.

cute glasses guy/bob

call me :)

***-***-***

Your name is signed with a little heart next to it at the bottom and Bob can’t help but break out into a wide smile.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The night before Bob next sees you was the Friday of the next week and you had been texting non stop since you had given him your number. You had even followed each other on instagram. Bob had spent the night before scrolling through your posts with Phoenix, careful not to like any, so she had been holding the phone.

Every so often, she would stop and zoom in on one. Like the one of you at your most recent birthday, you were a good few years younger than him, he noted your star sign as well. The next few Phoenix stopped and zoomed in on had Bob wishing for an ice cold shower. The first was a few slides of you on vacation with your friends. A few standard group photos (you stood out from them by a mile), and one particularly gorgeous photo of you stood on the terrace of your hotel room; slightly sun kissed wearing a flimsy summer dress and your hair flipped to one side. The sun was setting in the background and Bob was pretty sure he was having some type of angina, but the last picture on the slide is what had him truly breathless. You were on the beach with your hair tied up messily, wearing a pathetic excuse for a bikini, your back was facing the camera but you were looking back at it squinting slightly over your shoulder. Bob didn’t want to seem too creepy, but Nat had thrown all caution to the wind. Immediately zooming in on your ass.

“Damn.” She muttered.

Bob discreetly tried to move the pillow from behind him over his lap. Nat, the ever perceptible noticed immediately and cackled.

“Same.” She patted him on the shoulder.

“Maybe we should stop stalking for the night.” Bob started.

Nat whined like a child being denied candy, “Cmonnnn just one more? Then i’ll never bother you again.”

Bob rolled his eyes and let her continue when she gasped far too theatrically.

“She just posted on her story!”

“Don’t click it-”

He had been far too slow in stopping his nimbled fingered friend.

“Holy shit.”

It was a mirror selfie, your room was lit up only by a warm lamp seen in the corner of the picture. You were posed on your knees wearing only a black high waisted body suit.

“Dude, she’s totally posting thirst traps for you!” Nat squealed.

Bob rolled his eyes, sure it was crazy that you posted something like that just when he was on your account, but how on earth would you know that he would be the first one to see it. There were a number of guys in your comments who you could be trying to impress. Or you could just be posting a photo that you liked.

What Bob and Nat didn’t know, was that you were sat in your room with your best friend Marley. You had been showing her photos from Bob’s instagram account when you received a notification that he had liked your post. It was from a little over a month ago and was slides full of your vacation photos. Marley shrieked.

“Oh my God, he was so stalking you!”

You giggle in realisation, “I hope he comments.”

Marley rolls her eyes, “Sure, Mr ‘I post pictures of cute dogs I see in the street’ is gonna comment on your blatant ass pics.”

You shove her playfully, “You said you liked those pics!”

She smiles, “Of course I do, and so does he clearly. I just don’t know if he’s brave enough to tell you so.”

You cock your head to the side, which eggs her on.

“You should post something, make him comment.”

That’s how you found yourself in the skimpiest piece of clothing you own, being positioned by your friend. Once you hit post, you felt a wave of nausea come over you. Marley noticed as the ever attentive friend she was and took your phone from you. She refreshed it a few times and screamed.

“He’s already viewed it!”

“WHAT?” You shriek far too loudly considering you had downstairs neighbours.

You grab your phone out of her hands to see for yourself. He was there in the viewers, along with your usual people. Then you hear the ping to notify someone has sent you a dm.

“Open it!” Marley says with the most urgency you’ve ever heard.

It’s from Bob.

_rfloyd93

replied to your story

damn 😍

Back in the barracks, Bob is trying to wrestle his phone from Natasha.

“DAMN?! I would never say that! You made me sound like Jake!”

They stop their huffing and puffing so Phoenix can explain. “And when has it ever not worked for him?”

Bob rolls his eyes but doesn’t reply, he knows she’s right.

“Look she’s typing!”

Phoenix shoves his phone back into his hands.

you

like what you see?

Bob shows the message to Phoenix,

“What do i say?!”

Phoenix is much more nonchalant about the situation, she understands now that you definitely like Bob. She’s never seen someone so taken by her shy backseater.

“Just say the truth.” Nat shrugs

Bob types and untypes for a second before sending his message.

_rfloyd93

i’d like it more in person

You shriek once again, showing your phone to Marley who shrieks as well. You can hear your downstairs neighbour Mrs Bellman smacking her broom against the ceiling in hopes that you’ll shut up.

you

my shift ends at 6 tomorrow?

_rfloyd93

i’ll be there

You like his message and flop back on your bed with a dreamy sigh.

Marley laughs, “girl, you have got it bad.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The third time Bob sees you, is the next day when you’ve finished your shift. He’s waiting for you sat in one of the booths near the front, fiddling with his phone. Your coworker Julian points him out to you.

“Boobs guy is sat over there, babe.”

You giggle at him, untying your apron and folding it to put in your tote bag.

“I know, I’m meeting him.”

Julian gasps loudly and you shush him, pushing your finger to his lips. You slowly, pull your finger away and let him speak in a hushed tone.

“Oh my Goddddddd! Tell me everything on Monday please!”

You roll your eyes at him, “You know I will.”

With that you kiss his cheek and wander over to Bob.

“Hey.” You say slightly breathlessly.

He smiles up at you, “Hey.”

He takes in your appearance, signature tight black jeans and he recognises the black body suit, now he knows what it looks like underneath your jeans he flushes slightly. You look down at yourself slightly, placing a hand on your cocked hip.

“Like what you see?” You repeat your words from last night.

Bob flushes further, memories of what he had done after Nat had left last night leaving his cheeks hot to touch.

“You look gorgeous.” He says earnestly, looking up into your eyes.

You cup his cheeks with a hand and smile, “Thanks, Baby. Not too bad yourself.”

Bob feels his jeans tighten and wills himself to think of Grandma Floyd. Bob finally wills himself to speak, “I was thinking we could go for a walk, maybe get some drinks?”

You pull him up from his seat and link your arm through his, “Sounds perfect.”

Bob knew taking you to the Hard Deck was a risk, but it wasn’t a far walk from the cafe and the service was impeccable.

Pushing through the door he made eye contact with Phoenix first, she gave him a little thumbs. He was already feeling good but that gave him an extra boost of confidence.

During the 10 minute walk to the Hard Deck, you had talked about everything and nothing. Bob found out that your favourite colour was green, you had a pet dog back home called Frank and you had just finished college with a degree in business.

“Not to sound rude, but with a degree in business why do you work in a coffee shop?”

You smile, not taking offense and appreciating his curiosity, “I’m saving up, I want to open a coffee shop of my own, My dad said he could give me money for a deposit but I’m quite close myself now.”

Bob looks at you, wanting you to continue.

“I’ve been saving up since I got my first job in high school.”

Bob notices your confident demeanour has slipped and you seem bashful.

“That’s really cool.” He smiles and you can tell he’s being truthful. “When I was in high school I was a total drama geek.”

His attempt to to make you laugh works and your confidence is back, “I can definitely imagine you as a little Romeo.”

By the time you reach the Hard Deck you’ve both swapped enough embarrassing high school stories for a life time. Now Bob just hopes he can get through the night.

You and Bob are sat at a somewhat secluded table towards the corner of the room near the jukebox. You’re sipping on a vodka cranberry whilst Bob has a stella in a bottle with a label that he’s playing with. Bob decides it’s time to rid himself of the large sweater he was wearing to combat the night time chill that came with early winter in San Diego. You’re trying not to visibly swoon as you watch his biceps strain under the tight black top he’s wearing. His hair flops slightly without its gel to hold it in place so now looks slightly mussed. You reach over the table to fix it, Bob gets an eyeful down your top, he can’t complain.

Once you pull back you’ve got a cheeky smile on your face, Bob quirks an eyebrow,

“Who knew Bobby was hiding these guns under those chunky sweaters?” You giggle somewhat coyly.

You love watching the pink flush rise from his neck to his ear tips so you tease him further.

“Any other surprises you want to warn me about?”

“No, ma’am.” Bob doesn’t catch your drift fully, but his southern twang makes all up for it.

You feel your thighs clench slightly at the name he drops. You decide to move the conversation forward, thinking it’s best for your underwear.

“So what brings us here?” You gesture to the large amounts of navy memorabilia that surround the walls and ceilings of the Hard Deck.

“Me and my friends come here a lot, very navy friendly.” Bob smiles.

“Are they here? Your friends?” You question.

“Yeah, around here somewhere. They always are.”

“Can I meet them?”

That’s not what Bob had expected you to ask, but there was no way in hell he was gonna miss out on rubbing this in Bagman’s face.

“Definitely.”

You recognise three of Bob’s friends immediately. They’re all stood or sat around the pool table, taking turns and sipping beers. You learn their names properly this time. Phoenix is the beautiful woman who is Bob’s pilot (and also his only competition), Rooster is his moustachioed friend and Hangman is the tall blonde who had tried it on you.

“It’s nice to see you guys again!” You say hugging Phoenix and Rooster with an arm.

Another man with a moustache stood next to them pipes up, “Sorry, have we met before? I’m Payback, but you can call me Reuben.”

His smile is sweet, and you reach out to shake his extended hand. Another slightly shorter man stood next to him speaks,

“I would remember that face if we had met,” He’s charming as well, but no Bob. “I’m Fanboy.”

Phoenix comes to your rescue and explains the situation before retreating back to Rooster. Another tall man stood next to Jake laughs, “Oh my God, you’re the hot barista that Bob motorboated!”

Bob tenses slightly from his position beside you, you’re not sure if it’s because of the remembrance of the embarrassing action or if it’s the fact that you now know that him and all his friends had been referring to you as “the hot barista”.

You giggle at the man who had exclaimed (you think his name is Coyote),

“That’s me.”

Bob can only breathe a sigh of relief at your constant collectedness of anything cringeworthy that came your way.

Phoenix and Rooster had been watching all the interactions from a bit further back.

“She’s perfect for him, don’t you think?” Bradley nudges Phoenix. “They really balance each other out.”

Phoenix finally sighs out, “If they don’t work out do you think I’d still have a shot?”

Bradley snorts until he realises his friend is being serious, “Hey, let’s not go praying on anybody’s downfall.”

Phoenix rolls her eyes and walks off to get another beer. She cant help but smile as she catches you giggling at something Bob has said to Jake, you’re squeezing Bob’s bicep as you calm down and his arm is wrapped lowly around your waist. You really were perfect for each other.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The next time you see Bob is a week later when he’s picking you up from your apartment for your first “proper date.”

Bob had insisted on taking you out to dinner (as the gentleman he is). You had texted him about what to wear and he had simply told you that you’d look good in anything (and nothing, but he was too afraid to say that part). It was sweet, but ultimately unhelpful, so you were frantically sending Marley photos of dresses you were thinking of wearing.

The first one was a tight minidress, it was red and didn’t leave much to the imagination.

marls <3

hot, maybe too slutty for a first date?

you

ur right, hang on

The second was a floral sundress, it had a wrap part around the cleavage.

marls <3

adorable, too casual for dinner tho

you

ugh

i have nothing to wear

marls <3

i’m sure he’d love that

you

shush

WAIT

i’ve got it

The last dress you try on is a black maxi dress, it’s tight but tasteful. With a low enough neckline to be teasing but not indecent.

You send the photo to Marley and await her response.

marls <3

💦💦😩😩🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🤤🤤🤤

you

ur an idiot

this the one?

marls <3

u love me

and def

You spritz your makeup with setting spray and spray extra perfume on your pulse points. You then hook your hoops into your ears and check the time on your phone. 19:20. You had ten minutes before Bob said he would arrive, you check back through your texts to make sure you got the timing right. Not that you could forget, you’d been looking forward to seeing him again all week.

Before you knew it you had been daydreaming about Bob’s strong arms for the past five minutes, when your phone chimes.

bobby ❤️

i’m here

do u want me to come up?

you

dw!

i’ll be down in a sec

You pull on your wedges and make your way to your door, taking one final look at yourself in the mirror before grabbing you clutch.

You make light conversation in the elevator with the teen girl who lives with her mother in the apartment across from you.

“You look beautiful, are you meeting someone?”

You smile bashfully at her, “Yeah he’s really sweet!”

You had given her the odd piece of boy advice when her mother had asked you to check in on her when she was working nights.

“Don’t tell on me if you see me coming back with him tonight.”

She giggles as if you’ve let her in on a big secret, and exits the elevator with you as it hits the ground floor. She peeks round to see who you’re meeting and whispers in your ear before she turns to go the vending machines.

“He’s hot!”

You chuckle at her, “I know right!”

Bob looks handsome as ever, he’s pushed his hair back and is wearing a tight black button up shirt with black slacks and smart shoes. You realise you look quite the matching couple.

As you reach him, both his hands come to rest on your hips, yours on his chest.

“Hey, handsome.”

That makes a smirk come to rest on Bob’s lips, your thighs squeeze together involuntarily at the action.

“You look fucking incredible.” He charms.

He takes your hand in his and holds you out to do a little twirl for him. As you spin around he sucks a deep breath in.

“How did I get so lucky?”

You peck him on the cheek, “I could ask myself the same thing.”

You love him like this, breezy. Like there’s nothing in the world that could weigh him down.

He helps you into the passenger seat of his jeep, before going around to sit in the drivers side.

“I’ve booked us a table at Fucina, I forgot to ask if Italian was okay with you?” Bob asks, nerves taking over him partly.

You rest your hand on his thigh to comfort him, “It’s perfect.”

As it turns out, it was more than perfect. The food was incredible, as well as the wine.

“Bob, this is the best food I’ve ever eaten.”

He smiles at that and watches as you moan after swallowing another mouthful of pasta, trying to ignore how his slacks tighten.

“Do you want to try some of mine?” Bob offers, he’s slyly trying to feed you.

“Sure!”

Bob twirls the tagliatelle around his fork and leans over to pop it in your mouth. You wrap your mouth around the fork and pull off of it with a pop, leaving a small amount of the creamy sauce on the side of your lip. Bob watches in awe as you chew and swallow the pasta, your tongue peeks out to swipe at the sauce left on your lip.

“How have you made pasta sexy?”

You laugh at his expression, “I would argue pasta has always been sexy.”

You both finish your meals and polish off the bottle of white that the waiter had recommended, it had gotten pretty late but there was still flocks of well dressed couples eating at the restaurant. You were finally able to flag down a waiter,

“Can we get the cheque please, Daniel?” You smile, looking down at the waiters name tag politely.

The waiter flushes, “Of course, miss.” And scurries off.

Before you can speak, Bob butts in, “There is no way on earth you’re paying.”

You roll your eyes and reach for your clutch, “Shush, handsome.”

Bob is faster than you and your clutch is tucked under his armpit before your fingertips can grasp it. You pout and Bob has half a mind to listen to every command you ever make for the rest of his life, but his mother would be bitterly disappointed if he allowed (who he thought to be) the most beautiful girl in the world to pay for her food.

“Don’t give me that Southern gentleman crap.”

Bob’s cheeks flush as he realises you knew exactly what he was going to say.

“You’re not paying for anything.”

You give him your best doe eyes, squeeze your cleavage together and pout, “Halvesies?”

Bob looks away and says something he never thought he would to you.

“No, darlin’ please, let me do this.” He drawls.

You relent, the pet name sending heat to your cheeks.

“Fine, but i’m paying next time.”

Bob chuckles, but his heart leaps hearing you sound so certain about a ‘next time’. The waiter returns with the cheque and Bob doesn’t even allow you the courtesy of seeing the bill. He knows you’d be angry at how much it was, but he thought it was so worth it, just for you.

Leaving the restaurant, the air has much more of a chill to it than before you left. You try to stifle a shiver as the breeze hits you but Bob has already noticed and is shedding himself of his jacket. Draping it over your shoulders. It’s a tad big on you, but smells incredibly like him. You try to discreetly stick your nose into the neckline and inhale deeply. Bob giggles at your action,

“Smell good?”

“Heavenly.”

It’s a short walk to Bob’s car and he’s rushing around to open the door for you immediately. He gives you your clutch that he had been graciously holding for you before walking round back to the drivers side.

The radio hums peacefully between you two playing 80s r&b hits on the slow drive back to your apartment. The sky is a dusky blue, and the city lights blur with the stars the darker it gets. You hum along as the song switches to one you recognise, singing quietly as you watch Bob drive. He looks so incredibly handsome lit up by the streetlights.

The song reaches its crescendo and now your full on singing at Bob whilst he giggles at your theatrics, “It’s like candy!”

You’re shimmying in your seat and Bob watches with practically hearts for eyes. You laugh heartily and Bob thinks it’s probably the best thing he’ll ever hear.

“Eyes on the road, handsome.”

Who is he to deny you anything? Bob reluctantly pulls his eyes from you and realises he’s much closer to your apartment then he thought. He goes right at the next turning and spots your building at the end of the road. Just as he’s about to start sighing you open your mouth, “Will you come up to my apartment with me?”

Bob swears his heart is beating out of his chest, “Of course.”

Once he’s parked, Bob once again rushes round to open the door for you and help you out. You stumble slightly, landing on the side of your wedge and steady yourself on Bob’s strong arms. Before he can ask if you’re okay your lips are on his. Bob swears he’s in heaven right now. You lips are soft on his, plump and tasting of the remnants of the wine you finished off as well as the tang of the lipgloss you had reapplied in the car. You pull away from him and Bob could have cried from the loss of contact,

“Sorry, I didn’t even ask if I could kiss you.” You mumble slightly.

Bob sighs, “Please shush, and do it again.”

You giggle and immediately reunite your lips. This time there’s a little more passion with the confirmation that he wants it fully. His tongue slides into your mouth, meeting your own making you let out a whimper. You guide his hands from politely at your waist down to your ass, he groans into your mouth, dampening your underwear. You pull away and a string of saliva connects your lips. You want to be disgusted but your pretty sure your core just clenched with more want than you’ve ever felt.

“Come on.” You grab Bob’s hand with a coy smile and drag him into your building and towards the elevator.

The ride up to your floor feels painstakingly long to Bob, when it finally dings and the doors open he lets out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding.

He follows your footsteps as you walk tantalisingly slowly towards your apartment door. You shuffle through your clutch to retrieve your keys before pushing them in the lock and walking through the door. Bob is quick on your heels. You stop abruptly and bend over to undo your wedges. The meat of your ass bumps against Bob’s crotch and he holds in a deep groan.

“Minx.” You hear him mutter as you wander over to your kitchen to grab two glasses and a bottle of red.

You return back to where Bob is now sat on your couch. You place the two glasses on the coffee table along with the bottle.

“Pour us a glass and meet me in my room.”

Bob nods in understanding and blatantly watches your behind as you saunter over to your bedroom. After finishing off pouring the second glass he hears you call out his name. He picks up the glasses and follows your pathway towards your bedroom door which is cracked open slightly.

You’re stood fully naked in front of the full length mirror on your wardrobe door, trying to undo the clasp on the back of your necklace.

Bob’s grip tightens on the two glasses as he tries not to allow them to tumble to the floor. His hard cock is pressing shamelessly against the front of his slacks now.

“Could you help me with my necklace?” You turn your head slightly to ask Bob.

He’s at a loss for words but nods dumbly, placing the two glasses on your dresser closest to the door. He takes the few short steps to close the distance between you and stands behind you cautiously. You look up at him from the mirror,

“You can touch me.” You smile comfortingly at him.

Bob releases a shaky breath and reaches to help hold your hair up. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck and it sends a shiver down your spine. The gold pendant which dangles between your breasts shakes slightly and Bob lets his gaze wander down towards them. You finally unclasp your necklace and Bob lets your hair down so you can step away and place the necklace on your jewellery plate.

“Thank you, baby.”

Bob let’s out a low moan. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

He reaches for your hand and drags it towards his hard cock. You both moan upon making contact and you palm him slightly over his trousers just enough to work him up. You reach up to connect your lips again as Bob’s hands find your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples making you arch up into his touch. Your hand leaves his crotch in favour of undoing the buttons on his dress shirt hurriedly. His hands join yours so he can finally shed himself of his shirt, suddenly feeling like he was on fire.

Once his shirt has been discarded on the floor, your able to run your hands all over his muscular chest. You whine against his lips as your hands dip lower, tracing his happy trail.

“Why have you been hiding this from me?”

Bob smirks against your lips and deepens the kiss further, licking into your mouth. His hands dip from your waist to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“Can I?” He whispers.

“Fuck, please.”

Bob lifts you in his strong arms and plops you down onto your bed, you spread your legs as he crawls up to meet you. He lowers his head to the bed and stares at your pussy, glistening with arousal for him. It’s already started to coat the tops of your thighs. You shy slightly under his gaze and try to close your legs, he raises a strong hand to your thigh, stopping you.

“Baby, please do something.” You whine, high pitched.

Bob was never one to decline you and reaches his other hand forward. His middle finger slides between your slit, gathering your wetness. He bumps against your clit a few times before pulling his finger away to lick at the wetness now on his finger. You buck your hips up to where he’s looking down at you. He reaches his hand down again and parts your lips. He spits down onto your pussy, it hits your clit and rolls down to mix with your juices.

“Fucking christ.” He whimpers, “I need to fuck you.”

You moan loudly at his proclamation and sit up to help him rid himself of his trousers. You slip off of your bed as he sits up on the edge. Staring down at you with lust blown pupils as you pull the zipper down and begin to pull his trousers down as well. He lifts his hips and you’re able to tear them down the rest of the way pretty quickly since he discarded his shoes near the door along with yours. You’re now face to face with his cock straining against the fabric of his black boxers. The sight makes you lick your lips, maybe another day. You pull his boxers down the rest of the way as well and watch as his cock slaps against his abdomen. The tip is pink and there’s a few beads of precum threatening to fall down the side of him, there’s one large vein that runs across the bottom of it.

“Shit, you’re big.” You chuckle slightly looking up at him. Bob is pretty sure he’s in love with you.

Bob pulls you up by your hands and you land on his lap. You push at his chest and he gets the hint to lay back. His head hits your pillows and you reach forward to peck his lips, before grabbing his cock in you right hand and stroking it a few times. He whimpers against your lips making your giggle. You move your pussy towards his cock, guiding the tip between your folds, gathering wetness. You both moan out as he hits your clit.

“Stop teasing darlin’.” Bob groans as his tip moves over your clit again.

You groan breathlessly but agree, “Only for you handsome.”

With that, you begin to slowly sink down onto his length. Your arousal makes it an easy glide down, but he’s still thick. He struggles not to buck up into you until your finally fully seated. The dusting of hair above his dick hits your clit making your whimper shyly. Bob is 100% sure he’s dead and in heaven right now, and he praises himself for whatever good deed he did which allowed him to feel your velvety walls squeezing him at this very second.

You set a pace on top of him, moving up and down on him and swirling your hips as you go. Bob’s hands are groping at your ass as he bucks up into you, meeting your thrusts. Your bedroom is filled with your joint breathy moans and the sounds of skin slapping as your ride Bob. One of his hands snakes round from your ass to toy with your clit. It makes you jolt and whine out loudly.

“Fuck. Babe I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” You giggle down at Bob.

He smirks up at you, “That’s the whole point.” He punctuates his sentence with a buck up into you. He’s been close since the moment you sank down onto him, but wants you to cum first. He rubs circles on your clit, he can feel you tightening around him the more he does. You quicken your pace, chasing your high.

“I’m close, please.” You moan out, rolling your hips down to meet another sharp thrust from Bob. He switches the way he’s circling your clit abruptly and looks up at you, begging,

“Cum for me please, gorgeous.”

You wail slightly on top of him as your peak hits, clenching down on him as you buck up erratically. Your pulsing pushes Bob over the edge and you can feel as he spurts his seed into you with a few thrusts.

You slump down onto his chest as the white hot pleasure starts the fade away. You listen to his beating heart calm with a lazy smirk on your face. Bob is staring down at you with so much adoration in his eyes it’s hard to comprehend.

“You’re amazing, sweetheart.” He whispers.

You look up at him from where you chin is resting on his pec.

“That’s all you, handsome.”

Bob has never been so sure that you’re all he wants to see for the rest of his life.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: HWJDUEUWJW finally finished this and omfg,,, my fave thing i’ve written to date!!!

sorry that it’s kind of long but i promise it worth itttt

defo will be doing some more w these two bc they are adorbs

pls reblog, comment or send me an ask and tell me what you think !!!!

as always thank u for readingggg :)))

- honey <333

[shakespeareanwannabe]

As You Wish, Chapter 4

Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (though biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, arguing, cursing, reference to divorce, kids doing sneaky things, references to early child rearing, crying, Uncle Bob (because he deserves his own warning), Uncle Rooster and Uncle Javy (because they also deserve their own warnings)

Clifton, Texas, 10 ½ years ago

“Dude, what are you doing? Don’t stop!”

“I’m telling you: my vocal cords are going to start to bleed any second! I need to stop!”

“I swear to God, if you stop, I’m going to find an actual rooster and sneak it into your bedroom at the ass crack of dawn!”

Jake rubbed at his forehead with one hand as he took another lap around his living room, bouncing a screaming Charlie in his arms as he went. The last nine months had been…rough, to say the least. Though his grandfather had graciously opened his home up to his grandson, great-granddaughter, and their two friends, it turned out that securing a home was the least of his worries.

Grandpa Wyatt had quickly hired Jake, Javy and Rooster on as farmhands, their physiques and familiarity with rising early making them ideal candidates for the jobs, but Jake wasn’t entirely comfortable with leaving his baby girl with a sitter all day just yet, so he did what chores he could with her strapped to his chest, and spent the rest of the day in the office, doing administrative work with his daughter asleep in her Moses basket behind the desk. Between the physical and mental labour, Jake was ready to hit the sack early almost every night.

However, clocking out for the day didn’t mean that his day was done. Charlie wasn’t a fussy baby, not by a long shot, but she still required an amount of work that Jake hadn’t been expecting. Her first pediatrician visit had revealed that Charlie was slightly behind on her goal weight, which meant Jake had to get up for an additional feeding during the night. But Charlie didn’t like the bottle, and Jake honestly couldn’t blame her. She’d gotten used to breastfeeding from her mother for her first four months of life, and Jake knew firsthand that Buttercup was infinitely better than some plastic bottle.

On top of trying to get her weight up, the Seresin family had also been battling sleep regression, teething, colic, Charlie’s first cold, and delayed milestones. If the doctor was saying that Charlie should be crawling by 8 months, she was doing it at 11 months. The whole thing had Jake lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling, worrying about his baby girl, wondering how Buttercup had managed it all on her own, kicking himself for expecting her to manage it alone when he was deployed.

A loud, shrill shriek had him yanking his head away from his daughter as she sobbed unhappily, her tiny fist curling into his flannel shirt.

“C’mon, Charlie girl,” he murmured into her curling blond hair, pressing a small kiss to her head as he paced. “You just had your first birthday a few weeks ago. Can you be a big girl for your daddy and stop crying? Please?” Her green eyes glimmered with tears as she continued to sob in response.

“Rooster, please, man…” Javy groaned, half buried in a pile of Charlie’s toys that he had been shaking and tossing around in an attempt to get her to stop crying.

“My—”

“Rooster, I will buy you a new set of vocal cords,” Jake bargained as Charlie hiccupped before resuming her shrill shrieks. “Please, if not for me, then for Charlie. I need her to stop crying before she makes herself sick.”

Rooster whined before turning back to the piano against the wall. “You guys owe me so bad,” he grumbled before placing his hands on the keys and pressing out a familiar tune. “You shake my nerves, and you rattle my brain…”

Jake held his breath as the song came to an end, the air ringing with blessed quiet, punctuated by an angelic baby giggle. With a groan, he sank to his knees, his legs too tired to carry him the five feet needed to get to the couch.

“Thank god.” He hefted Charlie up to sit beside him on the floor, keeping his hand on her back as he sagged against the wall. “So, she clearly doesn’t like sweet potato,” he sighed, watching her crawl over to a sprawled-out Javy and snatch one of her toys from underneath his leg.

“You feed her sweet potato again, you’ll be the one getting the rooster in your bedroom,” Rooster grumbled, closing the piano with a light thud.

“You do that, and you’ll wake her up,” Javy pointed at the little blond baby currently chewing on her toy giraffe’s foot. “And then we’ll all be miserable.”

Jake fixed his oldest friend with a glare. “No shit talking my daughter, dude.”

Charlie’s head popped up at the shift in tone in her father’s voice, her green eyes searching the room until she found him, her face breaking out into a wide gummy smile. She pressed her tiny palm into Javy’s stomach and propelled herself to her feet, wavering unsteadily even as Javy’s hand automatically rose to cushion her back. Jake leaned forward, scrambling away from the wall to sit a few feet directly in front of her.

“Come here, Charlie,” he called, waggling his fingers at her, smiling back as she grinned. “Come on, baby girl, you can do it.”

Time seemed to slow down as Charlie looked towards him before taking a small, shaky step in his direction. Javy propped himself up on his elbows and Rooster turned on the piano bench to watch on bated breath as she took another step, then another.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You’ve got this!”

“Let’s go, Charlie!”

“Atta girl!”

Jake’s heart was in his throat, a feeling better than going Mach 10 racing through his body as his daughter took one last, final step before collapsing into his arms with a giggle. With a loud cheer, he scooped her up and paraded her around the room to the sound of Javy and Rooster’s applause before whisking her into the office and collapsing into his chair.

“I’m so proud of you, baby girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she cooed softly at him. He’d missed so much, and his heart panged when he thought about Abby and what he was missing from her life. His hand was halfway to his phone when he stopped himself, pulling it back to hold Charlie tighter against him. He’d tried before and he wouldn’t be putting himself through that again. He missed Abby, of course, but Mav had always told them that they couldn’t afford to be constantly looking backwards, that thinking would be the death of them, so he had to focus on the here and now, on the ranch, on the daughter he did have instead of on the one he missed.

“Da-da…” he looked down at the sound and smiled through the tears pooling in his eyes.

“Yeah, baby girl. Dada is here. And he’s not going anywhere. I promise.”

The Airport, Now

Charlie’s hands trembled around her passport as the camp bus pulled into the drop off lane of the Buffalo Niagara International Airport. She looked up as Abby gripped her wrist with a determined grin.

“Last chance to change our minds,” she whispered as the campers around them started to disembark with loud promises of keeping in touch.

“No,” Charlie whispered, handing the passport out to Abby. “I want to do this. I want to meet mum.”

Abby nodded, taking the outstretched passport and handing Charlie her own. “And I’m desperate to meet dad.”

“Remember, he’s going to meet you at the gate in Waco, so you’re going to have to bring your A Game right away.”

“I’ve got a five-hour flight in order to prepare,” Abby assured. “I’m more worried about you. Uncle Bob is meeting you at the security desk. Are you ready?”

Charlie nodded, a look of steely determination overtaking her face. “I didn’t cut my hair and let you pierce my ears for nothing.”

Charlie thought that Amelia was going to have a heart attack when she walked into the Brig on their last day of their punishment to find them looking identical, their hair the same length and an extra pair of Abby’s earrings studding Charlie’s ears. She’d nearly collapsed onto one of the beds when she heard that they didn’t want to return to their cabin, that they wanted to stay in the Brig. To her credit, she didn’t ask any questions, just shook her head and walked away.

Abby nodded, fiddling with her duffle bag nervously. “Remember, Uncle Bob will be taking you from the airport to meet mum at home. She—”

“Abby, breathe,” Charlie placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders and shook her lightly. “Dad is going to love you. And mum is going to love me. And they’re not going to figure out that we swapped until we tell them a week from tomorrow.”

Abby bit her lip and nodded. “I know. I just…I can’t wait to meet him.”

“I know…” she smiled back. “I’m so excited to meet mum.”

Abby smiled suddenly and tugged her into a hug. “I’m so glad I met you,” she whispered, and Charlie wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her tight.

“Me too.”

Abby pulled back, wiping at her eyes. “Okay. You need to get to the security desk. Remember, Uncle Bob will be waiting for you. Brown hair, tall, glasses.”

“And Dad will be waiting for you at the gate in Waco. He might have Uncle Rooster or Uncle Javy with him. You remember who is who?”

Abby nodded. “Rooster’s got the moustache. Javy has tattoos.”

“Exactly.”

The girls looked up as an announcement came over the loudspeaker, calling an Abigail Floyd to the security desk.

Charlie bit her lip anxiously. “I guess this is it.”

Abby grabbed her up in a hug again. “You’re going to be great. Call me whenever you need, and I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon!”

Charlie took a deep breath and headed off in the direction of the security desk. Coming around the corner, she saw him. A tall man in a pilot’s uniform, with brown hair and glasses, his blue eyes scanning over the crowd until he spotted her, his eyes studying her for a moment before breaking into a smile.

Charlie took a moment to compose herself, whispering under her breath in the British accent she had been practicing for weeks, “You can do this. You have to do this.”

“U-Uncle Bob!” she finally called out, her accent ringing true as she rushed towards him, tossing her duffle bag to the floor before launching herself into his arms.

“Whoa! Easy, kiddo!” Bob chuckled, gathering her into his arms. “I missed you too!”

“S-sorry,” she murmured into his neck, her arms tightening around his neck. “I just missed you so much.”

“Six weeks was a long time, huh?”

Charlie pulled back, sniffling slightly. “Yeah. It…it felt like a lifetime.”

Bob crouched in front of her, his brown eyes tracing over her features like an X-ray machine, and Charlie gulped. There was no way he could know she wasn’t Abby, right? They were identical, save for a few freckles here and there, and a scar that Charlie had on her knee. But nobody could remember the exact pattern of someone’s freckles, and her knees were covered, so there’s no way he knew.

Finally, he smiled. “It felt like a lifetime for me too, sweetheart.” He reeled her back in, hugging her tightly before releasing her and drawing himself up to his full height. “Now, come on. We’ve got to get you checked in and ready to go for our flight back home.”

Charlie woke with a start as she felt the plane touch down onto the runway, a smooth landing executed by a skilled pilot. She shouldn’t have been surprised. Even though Bob had been with Dagger Squad, like her dad and uncles, he was a WSO, not a pilot, so she was surprised to hear that he was flying passenger aircrafts after retiring, but Abby had told her all about how Bob had gone for his pilot’s license after retiring from the Navy and how Nat had helped him study and prepare.

Charlie gulped nervously. She had had the whole transatlantic flight to soothe her nerves over meeting her mother for the first time, to convince herself that her father wouldn’t be too disappointed in her for running away, to assure herself that her and Abby’s plan would work. She had a sister. And a mother. And an uncle and an aunt that she had never met before. The risk of her father’s disappointment was worth it in order to meet them.

As Abby had instructed her, she waited patiently in her seat until all the other passengers had cleared out before taking the duffle that was being pulled out of the overhead compartment by one of the flight attendants and heading towards the front of the plane, where her uncle was waiting.

“You ready to go see your mom?”

Charlie felt her cheeks flush. “Yes!”

Bob chuckled, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s go see your mom.” Bob shouldered the duffle and led her off the plane, through customs, and down to a town car that was waiting for them. “From the last text she sent, your mom is working in her office at home, and Nat is at work,” Bob informed her quietly.

Right. Auntie Nat worked as a kickboxing instructor now since she was given a medical discharge from the Navy. And mom’s office was at the top of the stairs, two doors down on the right. Both Abby and Charlie had drawn maps of their houses, ensuring to include even the slightest detail so that there would be no surprises. Charlie had studied the map multiple times a day, until she felt like she could walk it in her sleep, even though she’d never been there before. Abby had also printed her a map of the neighbourhood when they were given their computer privileges back, as well as a map of the London tube system, though she had assured her that she would never have to take the tube alone if she didn’t want to.

“Abby?”

She hummed as her eyes darted here and there, taking in the old buildings and the people. They looked the same as the people in Texas, just less plaid and cowboy hats, but they seemed so different to her. She’d only been to a big city a few times, preferring to stick to her small ranching town, so everyone seemed so busy, rushing down the street, their cellphones stuck to their ears.

“Abigail?”

Everything was so new, so shiny. She gaped as an actual, real life red double decker bus drove by their town car, and her stomach was knotted over the fact that they were driving on the wrong side of the road.

“Abigail Floyd, for someone who hugged me so hard you almost cracked my rib, you sure seem intent on ignoring me right now.”

Charlie blinked. Abigail Floyd. That was her. Well, not her, but who she was supposed to be, at least for right now.

“Oh. Sorry, Uncle Bob,” she yanked her British accent into place. “I was just…reminiscing. You know, about camp…and about how homesick I was.”

Bob smiled softly at her, his blue eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “I’m glad you had such a good time. I know it’s a struggle to be away from home for so long, but I knew you’d have fun and make friends.”

“I did,” she replied quickly. “I met some great friends, and I downloaded WhatsApp onto my phone so I could keep in contact with them. Is that alright?”

“I’m sure your mom will be fine with that. That’s why she got you the phone, after all. To keep in touch with family and friends who are in the States,” Bob’s voice twinged with…something. Perhaps a hint of regret or maybe even anger.

“Good. Because I really like this one girl,” she grinned. “We became best friends.”

“That’s great, sweetheart,” he smiled back. “You never know where you’ll find your best friend.”

“Like you and Auntie Nat, right? You met at Top Gun.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

Charlie grinned. “Now the two of you are basically brother and sister.”

Bob chuckled. “Yeah, we basically are. Maybe you and this girl will be like sisters too,” he replied, shooting her a playful look out of the corner of his eye.

She gave him a tight-lipped grin in return. Uncle Bob had always been strangely intuitive, she knew that much from Abby’s stories, but he was hitting a lot of nails on their heads right now and it was spooking her like crazy. So much so, that she hadn’t even registered that the car had stopped moving.

“We’re here!” she cried, scrambling to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out of the car, her uncle’s echoing behind her as she launched herself out of the open door and up the stairs towards the bright red front door.

“The door’s open, sweetheart, so you can go on in,” Bob called, grabbing her duffle and his suitcase from the trunk of the car.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she opened the door into the flat that Abby shared with their mother, uncle, and aunt.

The interior was exactly as Abby had described. Homey and cozy, but still posh. The living room to the left of the door held brown leather couches, lots of bookcases, and a few plants hanging from the curtain rod. The window seat was where Abby and their mother read, together and separately. Charlie knew that the kitchen was just on the other side of the living room, where her family ate dinner together whenever Uncle Bob wasn’t flying.

But Charlie wasn’t interested in any of that, no matter how comfy it looked after a long international flight. No, her sights were set on the staircase in front of her, which she climbed slowly, her legs trembling with each step. She could picture Abby’s map so clearly in her mind: the first door on the right was the bathroom, the second was mom’s office, and the third was Bob’s bedroom. On the left came mom’s bedroom, then Abby’s, then Auntie Nat’s.

Charlie stepped onto the landing of the staircase, her eyes locked on the door of the second room on the right, which was cracked open just a touch. Her heart pounding in her chest, she slowly approached and, with a ringing in her ears, she quietly pressed the door open and walked inside.

There she was.

Charlie dashed at the tears that were welling in her eyes at the sight of her mother. Her mother. She wasn’t some imaginary figure anymore. She was solid flesh and bone. For years to come, Charlie would be able to picture the way her eyes scanned over the screen in front of her, the way her hair was piled up on top of her head, the way her slim fingers danced across the laptop keys, the way her buttercup tattoo peeked out from the neckline of her shirt. They weren’t images conjured up by her lonely mind anymore. They were real. She was real.

“M-Mum?” she whispered.

Her mother almost jumped out of her chair. “Oh my…Abby?”

Charlie swallowed hard as she nodded. “I’m home.”

“Oh, honey, I missed you so much!” Buttercup scooted her wheely chair across the floor and pulled her into a hug, and Charlie felt herself melt as she hugged her mother back just as tightly.

“I missed you too, mum,” she whispered.

“Six weeks is just way too long, love. I don’t care how much Auntie Nat raved about this camp, six weeks of you being across the ocean is just way too much for me.”

“I agree,” Charlie nodded into her shoulder. “I don’t want to be away from you for that long ever again.” She sniffled as she felt her mother press a kiss into her hair before pulling away.

“You won’t be, love. I promise.” Buttercup’s thumbs gently stroked away the tears from her daughter’s cheeks before tugging her into a hug again. “I meant to be finished with this chapter before you got home so we could spend the rest of the day together.”

“That’s alright. Is it coming along?”

Abby had filled her in on how their mother was a relatively successful author, Charlie even recognizing a few of her book titles from her bookshelf at home. Their mother’s writing was part of why Abby felt that their parents would fall in love again when they had to meet to switch them back. Buttercup’s current, more adult story was about a military man meeting and falling in love with an artistic woman, falling apart, and coming back together to live a happily ever after, and it had Abby convinced that their mother still had feelings for their father.

“I’m struggling, baby,” Buttercup sighed. “These two clearly love each other, but I can’t seem to figure out how to get them back together.” Buttercup looked up and smiled at her. “But they don’t matter right now,” she shut her laptop with a click. “What do you say you and I go out for lunch? You can fill me in on everything that happened at camp. I want to know everything. Six weeks is just way too long and I just know that you have stories to share.”

Charlie’s smile was so wide, it hurt her cheeks. “I’d love that, mum.”

Buttercup pulled her into another hug and kissed her hair. “Go get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs in ten minutes.” Buttercup smiled as she pulled away from her. “I missed you so much, baby. I love you.”

Charlie’s heart sang in her chest. She knew, of course, that her mom thought she was talking to Abby, but it didn’t matter to her. Her mom loved her, it didn’t matter who she was directing those words to. No one would be able to take them away from her. They would echo in her mind for an eternity. She’d heard those words from her father a million times, and they meant the world to her, but from her mother? They were sacred, special. They felt like a gift she hadn’t know she was going to receive.

“I love you too, mum,” she whispered, hugging her tight before racing towards the bedroom Abby had marked out for her on the map.

She finally had a mother, and she wasn’t going to miss a second.

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The Containment Diaries: Entry 12 - Final

Pairing: Virologist!Bob Floyd x Reader AND Aviator!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

ApocalypseAU

Warnings: Pregnancy, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Gore, Medical and Military Inaccuracies, Death, Warfare, Guns, Alcohol, Swearing. I think that’s it?

- Entry 11 Here -

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18+ Only Beyond This Point

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For the next few weeks you got used to life with Anna around. She gained your trust and was eventually untied once she began to look healthier, all she’d needed was some food and water in the end. You gave her antibiotics to clear her infection and then she agreed to help you with the cure, as you believed she may be immune, and her antibodies would be what everyone needed.

You worked with the equipment you had for weeks on end, trialing certain things that either gave Anna a headache or just didn’t do anything at all.

You felt guilty for putting her through this as you had started to become close, her being the only other woman in the house, but she insisted she didn’t mind as it was for the good of humanity. The woman deserved a medal, or a Nobel prize once this was all over with.

That particular morning you had felt under the weather, rolling bouts of nausea had you constantly running to the toilet or nearest sink, and Bob had worried you’d contracted something.

“Maybe we didn’t filter the rainwater properly and some parasites got through. You mind if I do some tests?” He asked, rubbing your back as he held your hair out of your face.

Anna walked into the bathroom with a glass of water for you.

You shook your head at Bob, happy for him to do what he needed if it would stop you being sick.

Anna escorted you to bed as Bob went to get his needles, and gave you your water, which you kindly refused.

“Oh god I hope I’m not contagious.” You groaned weakly, laying back against the pillows.

“Does anything hurt?” She asked, sitting next to you.

“Yeah, everything’s a bit sensitive.” You closed your eyes and tried to breathe through the next bout of nausea.

Bradley and Jake had been gone a few days, they had gone on a slightly longer raid than usual, needing to expand their search vicinity in the hopes of finding more food and water. Rain hadn’t exactly been free falling as summer approached, only providing you with a couple of litres.

Things had been tense in the household, you still hadn’t been able to decide between the two men, and Bradley was beginning to grow understandably frustrated. You had argued a few times and each time it sent you into sweet Bobs arms.

Bradley had decided a raid would be good because it would give you the time you needed apart, and hopefully by the time he returned you would have made your decision. You knew you had to, it wasn’t fair, but you were heartbroken about it. Bob had admitted to being jealous when you were with Bradley, and how it ate him up some nights, but at the end of the day he’d just wanted you to be happy.

“You think it was the fish?” Anna chuckled, pulling you from your thoughts.

“God I hope not.” You breathed, resting the bottom of the cold glass against your forehead.

Bob walked into the bedroom and Anna moved so he could sit next to you.

“Sharp scratch.” He warned, and you nodded, looking away.

Bob took a couple vials of blood and kissed your forehead before he ran off to test them. Over the weeks you had collected almost every machine from the medical centre, a lot of them blood work machines to help with testing.

You didn’t understand the first thing about haematology but Bob had to study it extensively in school, and having done 4 years in medical school, could for all intents and purposes be considered your in house general practitioner.

Anna left you to sleep, and as soon as the nausea passed, you drifted into a deep slumber.

You dreamt about Bradley on a porch swing smoking a cigar, and Bob dancing with you in the living room. Your fever dream twisted into a multitude of shapes and colours before you were being shaken gently awake.

“Hey.” Bob smiled down at you.

“How long was I out?” You murmured, rubbing your eyes. You felt much better, but you were groggy.

“4 hours.” He chuckled.

“Sorry. I know we have work to do.” You sat up slowly, but Bob stopped you by gently pressing his hand against your shoulder, pushing you back down.

“Just take it easy Rue.” He said softly.

“I’m fine, I feel better.” You pushed back.

“Yeah you feel better now, but…” he sighed, biting his cheek. Bob chuckled and let out a wide grin. “You’re pregnant, Rue.”

You looked at him as if he’d just told you a bad joke, and laughed, “I’m sorry, what?”

“I tested your blood for parasites. I couldn’t find anything, so I decided to test it on the other equipment, and one of them picked up really high levels of hCG. You’re gonna have a baby Rue.” He chuckled gently.

You shot up in bed, your eyes as wide as saucers. You ran the numbers in your head, and choked out a gasp. You had overshot your period by 3 weeks.

“Oh my god.” You clasped a hand over your mouth as you looked at Bob with watery eyes.

Bob looked at you lovingly, and it suddenly had you wonderingly desperately whether the baby was Bobs or Brads. You had been intimate with both several times in the last few weeks. You had found it impossible to choose between the two, so had kept thinking maybe one more night with each would help you make up your mind.

Now you were really in an impossible situation. How were you meant to raise a child in a world like this?

“I have to go and work on the cure.” You mumbled, throwing the duvet off of you and barging passed Bob.

“Woah woah, slow down.” He followed after you. “The cure can wait a day or two!”

“No it can’t.” You spun around to face him, and for the first time Bob saw the panic in your eyes.

He nodded slowly, and the two of you went together.

A few days passed and you had begun to come to terms with the pregnancy. Bob couldn’t keep his hands off of you, and it made it hard to concentrate inbetween the urgent sexual desire you felt for him and the almost constant morning sickness. You did manage to work for a solid 5 hours a day on the cure, but any more than this and Bob was banning you to go and rest.

You and Anna bonded even more, she was excited to have a baby in the house, and promised to help you with the night shift. Between her, Bob, Brad and Jake, you reckoned you could get a decent amount of sleep once the baby arrived.

The day Brad and Jake got home, you were all consumed by excited anxiety. You ran to the gate and jumped into Brads arms, and he chuckled.

“Hey princess. I missed you.” He sighed into your hair as he held you.

“I missed you so much.” You cried. He pulled you away and looked at you, surprised.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You laughed a wet laugh, and wiped your eyes. “I have some news.”

“Oh my god, is it the cure?” He breathed. You shook your head.

“Not yet but we’re so close.”

“Then what is it, Rue?”

“I’m… pregnant.” You said cautiously, waiting for him to digest the words. At first his face didn’t change, but as he processed the information his eyebrows pulled together, and a surprised chuckle escaped his lips.

“You’re gonna have a baby?” He reiterated. You nodded with a grin.

Bradley let out a loud whoop, and picked you up like it was the easiest thing in the world. He spun you around and peppered sweet kisses all over your face.

You celebrated that night with a slightly larger dinner than usual, with the foods and water the boys had found. Over the weeks Jake had collected a decent alcohol stash, and poured Bob and Brad a tumbler of whiskey.

“Cheers to the two daddies.” Jake toasted, “And to the momma of course, but you can’t drink.” He winked at you.

Bob and Brad looked at one another for a moment, but then a grin broke out on their faces and they clinked their glasses against one anothers.

You likely would have no idea who’s baby it was until it got much older, but you were okay with that. You loved them both and you would love this baby no matter who’s it was.

The months passed and you grew bigger and bigger. Bob wouldn’t let you work for long, and took on most of the work himself.

One night he seemed particularly stressed so you pulled him away from his work and sat him down.

“You’re gonna make yourself sick.” You mumbled, rubbing his shoulders. Bob moaned as he relaxed into you.

“We need to find the cure before the baby comes Rue.”

“I know, and we will, there’s still a lot of time.”

“I don’t know how to deliver a baby, so what if we don’t?” He mumbled.

“We’ll figure it out.” You kissed his neck and squeezed his shoulders.

But Bob wasn’t satisfied with that answer, he was starting to grow worried. He wanted the baby to have as normal an upbringing as possible, including its entry into the world.

“What are you gonna name it?” He asked suddenly.

You chuckled, “I don’t know yet, depends. Plus that’s up to the three of us.”

“I like Sage for a girl.” He said.

You chuckled, “Sage Floyd-Bradshaw… Bradshaw-Floyd? It’s pretty. What about for a boy?”

“It’s not gonna be a boy.” Bob grinned, looking up at you.

You round the chair so you were stood in front of him, and slotted yourself between his legs. You brushed your fingers lovingly through his now long locks, your belly resting comfortably against him.

“How do you know that?”

Bobs hands came to rest on your belly, and he pressed his lips against yours.

“I just do.”

And you believed him.

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“I’m so uncomfortable.” You complained, shifting under your weight against the deck chair, the sun basking against your already too hot skin. “I think I need to go inside.”

You had finally managed to get the cure to work. Or Bob had rather, you had taken a step back a month or so ago when it became too uncomfortable to sit or stand or lay down in any one position for too long.

The virus you’d extracted from a fresh corpse immediately became inactive when the concoction of drugs, plant extracts and Anna’s antibodies interacted with it, now you just had to test it on one of the infected somehow, and see if it reversed the symptoms or just killed off the host entirely.

You’d all decided to relax in the back yard that day, the weather had been perfect but not even half an hour into your sunbathing, you were becoming uncomfortable. Almost 8 months pregnant was proving difficult for you.

Bob helped pull you up and you kissed him.

“I’m gonna go take a nap.” You blew everyone else a big collective kiss and disappeared inside.

You sighed in relief as the cold shade of the house washed over your skin.

The sheets were crisp and cool as you slid into them, and it wasn’t long before you drifted off into a deep slumber.

You dreamt about the baby coming, and about a big house with a wrap around porch, surrounded by big green trees and a huge lawn. You dreamt of Bob rocking the baby to sleep, a loving look in his eyes. You dreamt about Bradley chasing the toddler around that lawn when they were older. You dreamt of the four of you watching fireworks go off over a big lake as you sat and ate marshmallows, the bangs slightly muffled in your dream state but equally realistic. Then you heard a scream.

You woke suddenly in a cold sweat, the sky outside dark, and you could hear panicked, hushed voices outside your door. You sat up as Bradley walked into your dark room.

“Brad?” You mumbled sleepily.

“Rue, there’s been an accident baby.” His voice was shaky.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s… it’s Bob.” He sniffed.

You ran into the living room and Anna sat crying at the table, blood on her arms and hands, Jake was pacing up and down.

Bob was nowhere to be found.

“Where is he?” You sobbed, your whole body shaking violently.

“Outside.” Jake mumbled, rubbing his stubbled chin, unable to look at you.

You ran out and as soon as you saw him, you dropped to your knees and a strangled scream left your body, before your ears rang and everything went quiet. You couldn’t hear Bradley as he dropped down next to you and tried to console you. You couldn’t hear Jake as he tried to explain what had happened. You couldn’t hear Anna as she sobbed behind you. All you could hear was the ringing in your ears as you watched Bobs lifeless form on the drive in front of you, a pool of blood surrounding him.

Once you had eventually come to, you learned that as the group enjoyed the sun in the back yard, a sound drew their attention at the gate. A rumbling noise, followed by voices.

They had rounded the corner to find a group of men climbing out of a truck, and toting a chainsaw.

You had since added a padlock and chain to your gate to make it more difficult to get in, and the men were now hacking through the chain link.

“Hey!” Bradley yelled. “Stop right there, or I swear to god we will blow your brains out.”

The group laughed at him, and Jake ran inside to grab his shot gun.

They continued to saw.

“Stop!” Bob yelled, he panicked, thinking only if you sleeping peacefully with that baby in your belly, and what they would do if they got in.

Bob ran to the gate with no plan in mind other than to distract them while Jake got the gun, but he didn’t see that one of the others had a pistol, and before Bob could even get close enough to the gate, the pistol went off three times, and Bob dropped to the ground. Anna screamed.

Jake came out of the house and immediately shot at the gate. He’d managed to hit one of the intruders square in the chest, the rest backing off quickly. Before the pistol could be fired at Jake he shot the holder, and the rest fled quickly in their truck.

Anna ran up to Bob and pressed her hands against one of his wounds, but it was no use, the others were bleeding profusely and he choked on his quickening breath.

“Bob.” She sobbed, “Hold on.”

“I… I… tell Rue…”

“I will I will, she knows. She loves you too.” She cried.

Bob died quickly in Anna’s arms as Jake and Bradley sat around him and cried their own tears, they held his hands as he passed. Bradley told Bob he was sorry again and again, until the sky grew dark and his body began to grow cold.

Anna sniffled, “Someone needs to tell Rue.”

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You buried Bob under the oak tree in the front yard, and you sat with him for a long time alone.

You then went inside and read through his notes, and cried some more. Bob had worked so hard to see the world go back to some sort of normality, only to never be able to see it. His act of bravery saving you but at what cost?

A week later you finally got a signal on the radio, and it was a military broadcast, they had given coordinates for a secure base and urged anyone not infected to find them.

You were too pregnant to travel and it would take weeks on foot, so it was decided in the coming days that Jake would take the notes and research to the base, and hopefully they could mass produce the cure and things would be better.

Anna didn’t want Jake to go alone, so you reluctantly waved both out the door and hoped with everything in you that you’d see them both again.

You gradually overcame your grief with Bradley’s help, he took care of you even on the days where you didn’t want to go on. The days you couldn’t get out of bed, the days you wouldn’t eat, Bradley was there. He was your rock and slowly grief turned into fond memories that you and Bradley would share about Bob.

The morning Sage was born, it was still just you and Bradley. He had read the Midwifery and medical books he’d found from cover to cover, and even still he was a shaking mess when he delivered her in your bedroom. He cried more than you did as he held her against his bare chest. And you marvelled at how Bob somehow Bob had known. It was only when you noticed the little button nose on your newborn daughter that you began to sob uncontrollably, you knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was Bobs.

Bradley was a great dad and having a daughter softened him greatly. She looked so dwarfed against him, as he rocked her to sleep. He would shoot out of bed as soon as she began to cry, leaving you to rest, and life began to feel good again. The months passed and you and Bradley fell into a routine, and your love for each other only grew stronger.

Sage had just learned to sit up on her own and was quickly approaching her first birthday, when you heard a vehicle approaching the gates.

You went outside with Sage on your hip, cautiously lingering at the front door. Bradley rounded the side, dirty and sweaty after having worked the veggie garden all morning.

A green truck stopped outside the gate and two military men stepped out, followed by Jake and Anna.

You laughed out a sob of relief, and Bradley ran to the gate to unlock it and let them inside.

He hugged Jake and then Anna, and the pair walked up the drive to see you.

“My my my, isn’t this the prettiest little lady in all the lands.” Jake cooed, and you handed Sage to him for a fuss. You hugged Anna for a long time, relieved they were okay.

The military had tested and mass produced the cure, and they were overjoyed to find that it did reverse most of the symptoms over time, rather than killing the host. Most of the population had already died at this point due to their self sustained injuries and infection of their wounds, but those who hadn’t, eventually returned somewhat to normal, but the swelling of their brains had caused long term motor damage, with most requiring care for the rest of their lives. But at least now there was a cure, which if caught early would reverse any damage before it became permanent.

You knew life would never go back to normal, but this was all that you could hope for, a semi normal life for Sage, and for Bobs legacy to live on.

The end.

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Notes: I’m sorry that this Entry was so late, and also may feel rushed! I’ve been a bit busy the last few days and couldn’t squeeze out another 🤣

[bradshawsbitch]

😳😮‍💨 robert oh my gosh please I’m crying, sobbing, yearning!!!

“You can handle it,” he promised, “but I’ll take my time to show you, make you a hungry little cock slut before we leave this bed.”

…. I— and he—- 😵‍💫😭 oh god, it’s me, hi, I’m the slut it’s me!!😭 this was so fucking hot I love Bob so much ugh

The Perfect Ratio

Summary: The first time Bob sees his friend get drunk, they both get more than the bargained for. Words: 2116 Warnings: 18 +. Alcohol consumption, drunkenness, smut Credits: @princessmisery666 for both the idea and beta - Could not have done it without you, beautiful. None of it. A/N: This spilled out of me in no time at all. It was fun and light and sweet and hot and - adorable.

It was an odd thing, being friends with naval aviators. They were all cocky in their own way, some worse than others, but they all had hearts of gold and cared deeply about anyone considered their friends. The majority of them were calm, cool, and collected.

And then there was Bob.

He was adorable, with his glasses and big blue eyes. He was funny when he actually interacted with his friends, which wasn’t often. At least when she was around, it wasn’t.

When Y/N was integrated into their friend group, Bob was the last one to talk to her. When he did, he stumbled over his words and said probably three offensive things accidentally. Then she giggled and he felt a stirring in his chest, a warmth that spread outward and flushed his neck and his ears.

Bob thought she was perfect. Her kindness drew him into conversations that he would otherwise have avoided and her smile righted every wrong that had been done to him. 

But she was like that with everyone. She gave her smile freely, her kindness radiating off of her in waves that could be felt across all barriers. Bob let his hope slip from him every time she looked at Yale or Fritz or Rooster. He’s pretty sure he heard his heart shatter when she smiled at Hangman. But if that’s what she wanted, he’d support her. He just wanted her to be happy, in whatever form that took.

Penny threw a huge, private, Halloween party and Bob was relieved to see her let loose. She took shots with Coyote, danced with Phoenix, joked with Fanboy. A soft smile graced Bob’s face as he sat in the corner, sipping a coke and watching her enjoy herself.

When midnight rolled around, she stumbled over to Bob, spilling her glass of wine in the process.

“Hey, Robby!” she slurred, swaying on her feet.

“How much have you had to drink, honey?” he asked calmly, despite the irritation building in his chest that their mutual friends had let her get that drunk.

“Not enough to be seeing three of you,” she assured him, and the ‘yet’ went unsaid. “Just enough to be a little unco-unc-wobbly.”

“Alright, let’s get you home, then.” He stood and took his keys out of his pocket, wrapping his arm around her waist for extra support. 

“Hmm, whatever you say, Robby,” she hummed as she pressed into his side. “You smell really good.”

“Thank you but in your current state, I’m sure anything would smell good to you,” he chuckled, loading her up into his sedan.

“I’m definitely sober enough to know you smell like citrus and cedar and something else that’s just…amazing,” she mumbled as she buckled her seatbelt. With her breath fanning his neck where he leaned over her, it took a few more attempts to click it into place than it should have.

Bob slipped into the driver’s seat and started up the car, taking the quickest route to her house while she stared out the window. He found it difficult to keep his eyes on the road, always looking over to check and make sure she was still okay. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to throw up in your car,” she said, but the following hiccup made him believe otherwise.

He helped her up to her room, his arm around her waist and hers slung over his shoulders. She was babbling about how great Bob was, giving compliments that made his heart flutter. She flopped down onto the bed with a sigh, shrugging off her jacket while Bob helped with her shoes.

“I’m capable of taking off my shoeses, Robby,” she grumbled. 

He looked up at her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “You can’t even say ‘shoes’ right now, honey. I’m not sure I trust you to not fall over.”

He was surprised when she leaned down and pressed her lips to his, cupping his face so he didn’t go anywhere. She hummed when his lips moved against hers, kissing her back.

Bob gripped her shoulders and pulled away, squeezing his eyes shut a second longer to commit the feeling of her lips to memory. “Wait. Wait,” he whispered, “you’re drunk. If you really want this, you have to do this sober. I won’t take advantage of you.”

“Robby, I do want you,” she whined.

“God you’re gonna make this difficult,” he groaned, standing to get away from her soft pout. “Come on, time to sleep.”

He helped her to settle in bed, noting that her eyes were fluttering shut before she laid down, despite the steady stream of complaints falling from her lips. Bob got a bottle of water and ibuprofen, setting it next to her on the nightstand. His thoughts darted back to college when his roommate nearly choked on his own vomit and he settled in the armchair across from her, just to make sure she made it through the night okay.

She woke with a groan, her hands clutching her head as she moved slowly to sit up. The majority of the night was clear. She knew she and Nat had taken shots. There was a bit of a blur in the middle but she knew that Bob took her home. Wait - did she…

Her eyes flew open as she remembered that she kissed Bob last night. He was a gentleman about it but she tried to…”shit,” she whispered.

A noise in the corner caught her attention and she turned her head slowly to see Bob stirring in the chair. Panic rose up through her chest; what was she supposed to do now? What would she say? Should she acknowledge it? Ignore it? Just go for it again? 

“Morning,” Bob mumbled across the room, his voice rough with sleep. 

“M-morning,” she stuttered, tossing the covers off of her as she swung her legs to the side of the bed. Fighting through the dizziness, she stood, only then noticing the water and painkillers on her nightstand. She grabbed them and headed to the bathroom, tossing two pills in her mouth and downing them with the bottle of water. 

After she had freshened up, she stepped back into her bedroom to find it empty, Bob nowhere to be found. Her heart sank a bit but then she heard the coffee maker churn to life and she knew he hadn’t left. Yet.

She stumbled into the kitchen and Bob looked up, a soft smile spreading across his face when he took her in. Her hair was still a mess and her makeup was smeared but he still thought she was beautiful. “How do you feel this morning?” he asked quietly.

“Um, okay, I guess,” she answered, sinking down into the armchair in her living room. “Just a headache really.”

“Oh, that’s good. Once you eat, I’ll take you to get your car from Penny’s place,” he smiled as he set a mug of coffee down next to her.

Her heart fluttered under his soft gaze, her eyes not leaving his face as he backed away to sit on the sofa. He sipped his coffee - black, three sugars - and let the silence settle comfortably around them. Her eyes wandered, focusing on anything but the depth of his blue eyes. 

“About last night,” she started as she kept her gaze on the mug of coffee in her hand, perfect ratio of cream, sugar and coffee.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal,” he soothed, sitting forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “You were drunk and -”

“I wasn’t that drunk, Robby,” she interrupted.

Her eyes slowly lifted, catching the intensity of his wide-eyed stare. 

“What?” he whispered, a desperate but apprehensive tone in the barely audible word.. 

“I wasn’t that drunk,” she repeated as she set down her mug. “I knew what I was doing when I kissed you.” She crossed the room and knelt between Bob’s legs, taking his face in her hands. “I’m tired of being unsure. I’m tired of hiding. I felt something last night, Robby, something real.”

Bob didn’t say anything. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, his hands wandering down her sides, gripping her hips. Their lips moved as one, but something was wrong, something didn’t feel right.

“Robby,” she said as she pulled back, “kiss me like you mean it or tell me to stop.”

“You might regret that,” he growled, locking his arms under ass and standing. His slender frame hid his strength, the lean muscles allowing him to lift her with ease. He carried her to the bedroom in a few long strides, dropping her on the bed. She giggled when she bounced, gasping when he climbed on top of her.

His eyes searched hers for any signs of hesitation, or second thoughts. All he found was two beautifully hooded eyes that did little to hide the lust-blown pupils. “Are you sure?” he whispered.

“Make love to me, Robby,” she answered before pulling his head down, threading her fingers behind his neck, holding him close and peppering kisses to his jaw. 

The groan he tried to suppress sent a jolt straight to her core. 

Slowly, he peeled away the little clothes she wore, and between tender but hunger filled kisses he lost his clothes too. The first stretch of his impressive size was something she’d never forget and hoped to repeat every chance she got. She’d asked him to make love to her and that's what he did; there would be time for rough and fulfilling fantasies, for now he needed to show her that he felt something too, that she wasn’t alone in her pining. 

Her needy whimpers pushed him closer to the edge and he thought of literally nothing else. He felt her walls begin to clench and his hand snaked between their bodies, finding the bundle of nerves that pushed her closer to a release.

“I want you to come for me, honey,” he told her, “come all over my cock. I’m right behind you.”

Her climax washed over her, a hoarse cry of his name echoing off the walls as her back arched and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. He spilled into her womb with a groan, thrusting inside her until he was overly sensitive. Bob let his head fall to her shoulder, holding his weight up on his arms until he was composed enough to pull out, a hiss falling from her lips as he did. He settled on his back next to her, reaching his arm under her shoulders and pulling her close.

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he sighed contentedly as she settled on his chest.

“So what took you so long, Robby?” she teased, tracing abstract patterns on his chest.

“Seriously? I’d never stand a chance against the likes of Hangman, or Rooster. Hell, even Fanboy is better looking than me,” Bob scoffed.

“Firstly you are the perfect ratio of adorable and hot, that’s hard to pull off,” she teased, “but It’s not all about looks, baby,” she cooed. “You’re sweet. And kind. And considerate.”

“And awkward and anxious and scrawny,” he countered.

“And not a single one of them could fuck me the way you just did.”

He chuckled at that, pressing a kiss to her head. “I don’t know, they talk a big game.”

“And with the game that you have, you could be talking a lot more,” she laughed, “you should be talking a lot more.”

“I guess when you know you’re good, you don’t have to talk,” he shrugged.

“Now who’s cocky?” she snarked, nudging his chest. “Though you definitely have a right to be.”

“Nah,” denied Bob, wrapping his arms around her. “No reason for me to be cocky. Now you know what I can do, I don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Got all I need and want in my arms right now.”

“And what if I told you it was a one time thing?”

“Oh, honey,” he chuckled darkly, “you’re already addicted.”

“Am I, now?”

His fingertips dragged up her thigh softly, goosebumps erupting in their wake, a shiver traveling up her spine. Her hips bucked against his leg on their own and she stifled a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip. “Oh honey, that was just the free preview. Wait till you see what I can really do.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle that,” she panted as he rolled her to her back, groping her chest roughly.

“You can handle it,” he promised, “but I’ll take my time to show you, make you a hungry little cock slut before we leave this bed.”

[bradshawsbitch]

lt. robert 'bob' floyd at the hard deck

[sebsxphia]

just daydreaming about being pregnant with lieutenant Bob Floyd’s baby

alot of your maternity clothes are soft pretty dresses and skirts, and the maternity lingerie you buy is all delicate and traditionally feminine. He also refuses to let you lift a finger while you’re pregnant, and treats you like glass.

all of this is to say that pregnancy makes you his little pillow princess. he’s so gentle and insistent on taking care of you. you almost never touch yourself because he wants to take care of all your needs so you can relax. Lots of massages, long sessions with his head between your legs, and bubble baths where he’s behind you holding you in his arms. no matter what his day has been like he’s coming home to take care of you, but that doesn’t stop you from at least giving him a treat the only way he’ll allow: the maternity lingerie. he tried to hide it on the phone but you could tell he was in a bad mood, so when he comes home he finds you in bed wearing a soft pink babydoll. the delicate lace cups barely cover your swelling breasts, and the sheer bottom exposes your full stomach. his jaw drops and you swear you see him drool a little

“you got all dolled up for me sweetheart? oh I don’t deserve you. you get prettier everyday you’re all full with my baby”

i want you to know i’m fucking deceased after reading this, DECEASED I TELL YOU

i’m a firm believer that prior to your pregnancy bob would buy you lingerie all the time. he would lay it out in your walk in wardrobe for you every morning and decide what pretty set he wanted to see you in that day. he understood that when you got pregnant you would slowly stop fitting into these pieces and instead he laid out your comfortable maternity clothes for you instead. so the maternity lingerie was a complete surprise to him.

the imagery of the soft pink babydoll with the lacy cups barely holding your breasts and exposing your stomach is making me so feral!!!!!!! i’m so obsessed with this idea and the whole aes omg. i would kill to see bob’s reaction pls 🥴

gosh thank you so, so much for this insane thought my beloved!! 💌

[t-nd-rfoot]

Anna?? Would you be ok doing either Bob Floyd or Rhett Abbott for the Valentine's Day asks? I have an idea in mind but I'm not sure if you'd wanna do it or not.

Either character being married to their beloved wifey!reader having a couple of boys in the family and finally having their first baby girl on Valentine's Day??

If you want me to do anything for you, I can, my inbox hit a bad dry spell again.

FOREVER VALENTINE aka It's A Girl!

The cutest presents come wrapped in pretty pink bows.

Pairing Rhett Abbott x female!reader

Theme fluff fluff fluff! Plus a drop of angst (it's Rhett)

Warnings childbirth (nothing graphic)

Word Count 667

Note this actually made me realize I miss writing about Rhett!!! And ugh this was such a cute idea, thank you so much for requesting it, love! I hope you enjoy it 💗

Peaceful silence filled the room, a stark contrast from the maddening chaos that ensued just mere minutes ago.

On your bed, Rhett’s arm was wrapped gently around your shoulder as you cradled your newborn daughter.

Daughter.

Rhett never thought he’d ever be a father to a little girl—no one did, really, considering his previous reputation. A reputation he worked hard to grow from and buried the moment he laid his eyes on you. It was safe to say he was more than successful in doing so, considering the three older boys you had together in twelve years of marriage (and counting).

There were a lot of things Rhett never believed in prior to you, one of them being karma. He never had a real reason to. Life’s a bull, he used to say, you can take it by the reins all you want and it can still find a million ways to fuck you up. He certainly didn’t understand what good he did in his life to deserve you, or what supernatural forces conspired to make that happen, though Cecelia called it an answered prayer. But right now, as he felt the tiniest fingers he ever felt hold on to one of his own, he knew that every wrong turn he made led him to this right one. The one—well, fifth one—he promises to do right by till his last breath.

“She’s beautiful,” you whispered as you began to stir from your brief rest.

“More than,” he agreed. “Oh, you’re gonna give me so much trouble, baby girl. So, so much,” his voice was soft and low as he spoke to the baby, and he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. “Lucky for you, your momma’s smart enough to sniff out the danger. And bossy enough to tell me what to do when it comes.”

You scoffed playfully at his comment, but he made up for it quickly with a firm kiss to your temple. “And lucky for you, baby,” you continued, “your daddy’s smart enough to listen.”

“But you don’t gotta worry about that just yet,” he mused, “they gotta get through your brothers first before they deal with me. Ryder’s the gentle one, but he can be real tough when protecting someone.”

Your heart tugged at the mention of your sons. “Emmett can be rowdy, but he’d never hurt a fly. And Callum’s so excited to play with you, he already put some of his toys out.”

“Don’t forget about your cousin Amy,” you pointed out.

“Oh no, we can’t, can we? Lord knows she waited a long time for another girl in the family,” he laughed.

As your daughter stirred in your arms, her little hand still wrapped around Rhett’s finger, a soft smile graced her lips. It was brief, but it was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I miss them,” you sighed, wanting nothing more than for your boys to meet their baby sister.

Rhett pressed his lips to your head once again as he reached for his phone. “I’ll call Ma to let ‘em know they can come home.”

As he walked to his charging phone at your dresser, you adjusted your baby’s swaddle to make sure she was secure.

“You got me beat, darlin’,” Rhett mused as he made his way back to you.

“What do you mean, Abbott?” you raised your eyebrow playfully.

He wrapped his arm around you again like he did before, “I think our baby girl might be the best gift you’ve ever given me. I don’t know how I can top that.”

“You being here was more than enough,” you laughed softly, as you baby wriggled once again. Rhett took her in his free arm and kissed her head, while you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Happy first Valentine’s, baby girl. I’m always gonna love you.”

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[bradshawsbitch]

THATS WHAT IM SAYING🗣🗣🗣

I just tried to type “Bon Voyage” into my messaging app to send to my friend who is leaving for her honeymoon today. My phone tried to prompt it to be “Bob deserves head every day”. I guess I’ve typed that a few times too many.

[drabbles-mc]

Caught in the Act

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Jake "Hangman" Seresin Robert "Bob" Floyd & Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, semi-public hookup

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I always have such a fun time writing Rooster and Hangman haha. Wrote this for a fandom exchange a little while back and finally get to post it here, too! Protect Bob Floyd at all costs 🥰

Top Gun Taglist: @garbinge @proceduralpassion (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

Bradley knew from the jump that whatever it was that he and Jake had gotten themselves into, it wasn’t going to be anyone else’s business. Things got messy enough without throwing their, well, he felt like calling it a relationship maybe gave it more weight than it deserved, but it was the closest word he could come up with. Things got messy enough without throwing their ‘relationship’ into the mix with the rest of it. He didn’t need anyone else knowing about it. He knew that Jake felt the same way. Neither of them ever said it, but they didn’t have to. Talking wasn’t really their strong suit, anyhow.

Some days it felt like they were tempting fate more than others. It was nothing to keep up their usual brand of antagonism in front of everyone else. Hell, they still kept up most of that even when it was just the two of them, too. Bradley was fairly certain Jake considered getting under his skin some brand of foreplay. His annoyance was compounded by the fact that it was an effective tactic. But when Jake punctuated every verbal barb with one of his slick little smirks, or by gripping onto Bradley’s shoulder for a brief moment, it was hard not to get drawn into the frenzy of it all. They all had a little bit of a self-destructive streak to keep doing the work they were doing. Bradley and Jake just let theirs bleed over into their personal relationships too. No one had to be the wiser.

Jake was leaning against the bar at The Hard Deck, patiently waiting for the next round of beers that he’d ordered for everyone. He was half-tuned into the conversations happening on either side of him, shaking his head at some of it because he just couldn’t help himself.

He tensed up when someone materialized beside him, body pressed so closely to his that their arms and shoulders were pinned to each other’s. He turned, annoyance all over his face and a comment on the tip of his tongue about how there was more than enough bar to make it so that whoever it was didn’t have to practically be on top of him. When he turned and saw Bradley, though, his annoyance faded and shifted into a completely different type of tension.

He spared the briefest look back over his shoulder, just to make sure that everyone else was still too preoccupied to be paying attention to them. Looking back at Bradley, he spoke loud enough to make sure he heard him, but quiet enough so that the rest of the bar didn’t hear him too. “Don’t be stupid.”

Bradley shrugged, shoulder somehow managing to press tighter against Jake’s. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Listen, Bradshaw,” Jake grit out, frustration mounting quickly in the way that only ever seemed to happen when it was the two of them, “I’m not lookin’ to—”

“Don’t start lying now,” Bradley said with a chuckle. He seemed perfectly unbothered which only served to annoy Jake even more. It wasn’t often that he turned their usual dynamics upside-down, but when he did, it still seemed to work just as well.

He gave a tight shake of his head. “Not the time,” he briefly scanned over the hustle and bustle of bar, “or the goddamn place.”

When Bradley turned to look at Jake head-on, there was a cocky smirk on his face, one that confirmed that he had been spending far too much time around Jake. “It could be.”

“I—”

“See you in five,” Bradley didn’t even let him get a word out. He lightly rapped his knuckles against the top of the bar before prying himself away. He strode off so easily, like nothing had even transpired between them.

Jake wished that he was in the same boat. When Penny came back with beer bottles in hand, Jake had nearly forgotten that the reason he was standing at the bar was because he was waiting for another round. He recovered quickly, flashing her the same charming smile and wink he always did, the same smile and wink that never impressed her and probably never would. But it was part of the routine now.

He was practically tossing the beer bottles to everyone when he got back. Natasha took one bottle from him, giving him a skeptical look as she did. “What’d you say to Bradshaw that had him taking off like that?”

Jake gave an easy smile despite the shot of fear that went down his spine at her question. “You know Rooster—always a little too sensitive for his own good.”

She hummed, an expression of disbelief written all over her face. “Yeah, sounds like him alright,” she said sarcastically. She wasn’t going to press him about any of it but she wasn’t going to pretend to believe him, either.

Jake hung around for another minute just so that it wouldn’t be too noticeable when he slithered his way out of the crowd. He wondered if it’d even been five minutes. Had it been two? Ten? Each second felt like an hour at that point. He wondered if Bradley was even going to be there, or if he had taken off just to drag out the game of cat and mouse a little longer.

He pushed open the heavy wooden door, landing himself in the cramped but always clean and tidy space of The Hard Deck’s men’s room. He hardly had a second to get his wits about him when suddenly Bradley’s lips were on his, hands balled into his nicely pressed uniform.

Jake didn’t know why he was still stunned for a moment. He knew it was coming. It was the reason he showed up. And yet there was still a split second before he got his body to react. But once he did, he was kissing Bradley back with just as much fervor, channeling all of his annoyance into the way his teeth pulled at Bradley’s bottom lip.

It was so easy to tune it all out, the music, the chaos of the bar just on the other side of the bathroom door. The door that neither of them thought to lock because they were too busy trying to drive the other insane. They were both simultaneously winning and losing that battle, the way that they always were.

“This is a dumb idea,” Jake murmured against his lips when they broke their kiss. Hooking up in the bathroom of a bar made him feel like he was back in college all over again, but not in a way that he particularly coveted. They could’ve picked just about anywhere else to do this, and yet.

Bradley’s lips curled into a smirk as his hands dropped down to Jake’s belt. “You’re free to leave whenever you want.”

Jake scoffed at that, but there was no real anger behind it. How could there be, when he was so focused on the sounds of Bradley undoing the buckle of his belt? It’d been a long time since Jake felt like he wasn’t the one in control. He always seemed to forget that there was something thrilling about being on the other side of the power dynamic.

Bradley was just untucking the shirt of Jake’s uniform from his slacks when the door swung open. For a brief moment all of the noise came flooding in, only to be muffled again a second later as the door shut behind whoever had walked in. It wasn’t often that both of them froze when it came to fight or flight situations, but it felt like neither of them could move. Jake was still pressed back against the wall, Bradley criminally close to him, hands still on the waistband of his slacks.

Bob’s eyes widened in panic, knowing for a fact that he’d just walked in on something that he wasn’t supposed to see. He wanted desperately to turn tail and sprint out of the bathroom—he’d be more than happy to pretend that he’d never walked in, never saw anything, but it felt like his feet were glued to the floor. He’d settle for the ground swallowing him whole if it meant that he wasn’t going to have to deal with any of this. Hangman already gave him a hard enough time as it was, he didn’t need to give the guy an actual reason to make his life more difficult.

“Bob,” Bradley finally forced out, not a clue where he thought the sentence was going, “I—”

Bob tried to take a step backwards towards the door, tripping in the process and nearly falling all the way down to the ground. He motioned back over his shoulder, stammering as he tried to think of what to say. “I, I’m just,” he felt blindly around behind him for the doorknob, “I’m just gonna…”

Jake found one shred of certainty deep within himself, his voice and his gaze steady as he looked over at the man trying to escape the clutches of the awkward situation he’d just found himself in. “If you say anything—”

“I won’t,” Bob denied it immediately, shaking his head as his fingers finally wrapped around the handle of the door. “Wouldn’t. I won’t. Don’t,” he was already maneuvering his way back out, “yeah, no. I…yeah.”

When the door shut again, both Jake and Bradley let out exasperated sighs. Jake’s head tilted back, tapping against the wall behind him for a moment. Looking down at Bradley, he said, “Told you this was a dumb idea.”

Bradley chuckled, shaking his head. “You could’ve left. Could’ve not even shown up in the first place, actually.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like I—” He stopped himself short when he noticed the way that Bradley had resumed untucking his shirt. “What are you doing?”

“What?” he asked, like it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world, like it wasn’t equally obvious why Jake wouldn’t want to be getting right back into things.

Jake swatted his hands away. “We’re not doing this now.”

Bradley studied his expression for a moment, trying to figure out just how serious Jake actually was. When he didn’t see any waver in his eyes, he let out a short sigh of defeat. He took a small step back, his gesture of surrender, and let Jake set about getting himself back in order.

Bob was barely registering the conversation that was happening among the group he’d just left and returned back to. The only thing he had going for him was the fact that more often than not when they were all spending time together in a large group, he usually looked a little dazed and confused. The look was a little more intense now given everything, but everyone else seemed to busy chatting to really notice.

“You see Rooster on your way back?” Natasha asked, snapping him out of his daze.

“What?” he said, eyes widening as he shook his head. “I didn’t—I, no.”

She looked a little confused at the hesitancy in his response, but she didn’t get a chance to press him on it before Javy spoke up. “You’d think they’d get along a little better now, you know, since Hangman saved his damn life.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because we all know that he’s such a gracious savior.”

“I think they’re fine,” Bob blurted out before he could stop himself, eyes still wider than they needed to be. “You know? I, I think, you know, I think they’re probably fine.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes just slightly, just enough to make Bob see that she was studying him. “You alright?”

Javy jumped in first. “Yea, Bobby, got something you wanna share with the class?”

Bob adamantly shook his head. “No, I, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Bob felt the metaphorical walls closing in on him and he had no idea how he was going to get out of this one. Lying had never been one of his strengths. Most times he didn’t need to lie about much of anything, so it wasn’t really an issue. But now he was put on the spot, trying to conjure up lies about something that his brain hadn’t even fully processed yet to begin with.

The hand that clamped down on his shoulder made him flinch, and for a moment he didn’t know if it was real or if it was just the manifestation of the universe coming to get him. He turned to see who it was, and was faced with Hangman’s signature grin. A far cry from the sight Bob had walked in on just a minute or so before.

“They givin’ you a hard time?” Jake asked.

“Gonna try and play savior now?” Natasha asked, her face saying everything her words didn’t about her opinions on that.

“You should all be cutting the kid some slack, that’s all,” Jake responded easily, clapping Bob on the back with enough force to make him flinch. With the exception of a few shaking heads and brief comments, everyone moved on quickly enough, going back to the conversations they’d previously been wrapped up in. Once they were all distracted, Jake put all of his attention on Bob. “All good?”

“I didn’t say anything,” Bob said, his voice almost seeming like a whisper against the noise of the bar.

Jake smiled, like he was perfectly unbothered. “Atta boy.”

Natasha hadn’t heard what either Jake or Bob had said to each other, but she was still able to see the looks on their faces. Clearing her throat, she allowed herself into their conversation. “So neither of you know where Bradshaw went?”

Bob’s grip on his beer bottle tightened immensely, but luckily Jake was much quicker on his feet. He nodded towards the door. “He was taking off a couple minutes ago. Something must’ve spooked him off.” Bob nearly choked on his drink at Jake’s answer, earning him another clap on the back from Hangman. “Alright?”

Bob nodded. “I’m good. I’m gonna…” he looked at Natasha before gesturing to the pool table. “Yeah?”

She nodded, willing to take any excuse to get out of talking to Jake more than she had to. “Yeah.”

He watched the two of them grab their pool sticks. Before he could try to give any unsolicited commentary on it, he felt his phone going off in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw that the only notification waiting for him was a text from none other than Bradley Bradshaw.

“I’ll be at my place in 10 if you wanna finish what you started” Before Jake had even finished typing in the code to unlock his phone, Bradley sent a follow-up text, “Uninterrupted this time”

Jake let out a deep sigh, wondering if it was worth it while also knowing in the back of his mind that he was going to end up there before the night was out regardless. He stared at the text bubbles for a long minute before finally typing back, “Be there in 30”

He hung around a little longer. He talked, finished off his beer, heckled Natasha because he knew it got under her skin. Even though he was joking around and talking with everyone, in his mind he was already in his car and tearing down the street to get to Bradley’s place.

When he finally did make a break for it, no one seemed to think twice about it. There was an assortment of goodbye’s, a couple humorous reminders to square up the brutal tab he’d racked up on behalf of all of them. But no one paid much mind to him otherwise. Except Bob.

“All good?” Jake asked, his tone casual as he fished his car keys from his pocket.

Bob nodded. “Mhm.”

Jake gave a nod of approval, a satisfied grin on his face as he stepped past Bob and made his way towards the door. “That’s what I thought.”

[ereardon]

Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Five

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, angst

Chapter summary: Jake and Ducky dance around each other the morning after the big fight; Bob overhears a conversation he shouldn't

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

The silence was deafening. Just as Bob opened his mouth to speak, a crack of lightning broke across the sky, the loud bang following a few seconds later. You were used to counting the seconds between lightning and thunder. Back in Tennessee, that was something you learned as a kid, how to tell how many miles away the storm was. That felt like a million years ago. The easy innocence of being a child was a million miles away. 

Jake looked at the floor. Bob looked at you, eyes wide but words caught in his throat. 

You shook your head, tears falling slowly down your cheeks. “I deserve more,” you whispered softly. “We both do.” And then you turned on your heel and walked to the bedroom, locking the door behind you, sealing them out. 

***

You could hear Jake in the living room. Pacing. You laid in bed as long as possible, but you had to face the day. Gently, you eased open the door, the bright light of the living room invading your senses. 

“Y/N.” Jake’s voice cracked. You turned to see him standing at the kitchen counter, both hands on the quartz island top. “Listen, about last night—”

You cut him off. “I’m sorry I came over,” you said, picking up your purse from the ground. “It won’t happen again.” 

“It’s OK,” Jake whispered. 

You turned to him. He looked scared. Green eyes soft and warm and terrified. “I need you to know I never meant for this to happen,” you said quietly. “It was an accident. But I’m tired of running from my mistakes. I have to grow up.” 

Jake was quiet. Then, “For what it’s worth,” he said, “I’m sorry.” 

“So am I.” You reached for the door. “I’ll see you later.” 

“Let me drive you home.” 

You shook your head. “I need to walk. Clear my head.” 

He frowned. “Bob’s house is way too far to walk.” 

“I’ll be fine.” You scrambled out of the door before Jake could protest again. The air was fresh and clean the way it can only be after a hard rainstorm. 

Every step felt like a penance. You couldn’t shake the way Bob had looked. So quietly devastated. 

All you could hear was the pounding of blood in your ears, but after a while you felt a presence on your left and you stopped, turning with wide eyes. Jake pulled his Jeep up next to you on the shoulder of the road. “What the hell are you doing here?” you asked. 

“Get in the car.” 

“No.” 

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N,” he demanded. 

“I’m fine walking.” 

Jake sighed. “I can’t in good conscience let the woman pregnant with my child walk by herself on the highway. Now get in the truck. Please.” The last word was strained. You could hear the pain and exhaustion in his voice. Against your better judgment you pulled open the door handle, sliding into the passenger seat. Jake let out a ragged sigh, yanking the car into drive. 

A silence enveloped the car. Just the sound of the bumpy road and the tires screeching against asphalt and your heart pounding in your ears and Jake’s labored breaths on the driver’s side of the truck. You kept your eyes glued to the windshield, his fingers tight across the steering wheel. 

When Jake pulled into Bob’s driveway you gulped. Bob’s truck was there. You hadn’t let yourself think about what would happen when you went back. Jake cut the power and the two of you sat in silence for a moment before he said, “Do you want me to come in with you?” 

“That would be a suicide mission.” 

“I’m not afraid of Floyd.”

“Well you should be.” You unbuckled your seat belt and sighed. “I’ll be fine.” 

“Y/N.” Jake’s hand was hot on yours as your palm slipped against the leather seat and you pulled away, leaving him leaning over the center console in the truck. “You can call me,” he said. “If you want me to pick you up. Or you need to talk.” 

You closed the door. The window was still rolled down, Jake’s face framed perfectly between the metal sides. “I know you’re trying to do what you think is right,” you whispered. “But so am I.” 

You turned before you could see Jake’s face. Inside, the house was dark. A part of you had expected Bob to be sitting in the living room, waiting for you to come home. The way he had when you were a preteen and got home late from your first date. But instead, the house was quiet. Eerily quiet. 

In your room, you sat on the ground, pulling your knees to your chest. 

What had you done? 

***

You had dated a few guys in college, but you thought you were going to marry the last one. 

Peter. He had been tall and handsome. A political science major from Washington. His family were WASPs. They did things like rent out private villas in the US Virgin Islands and go golfing with senators in Chevy Chase. 

He took you home to meet them during spring break of senior year. You hadn’t known what to expect. Surely not a mansion in Palisades overlooking the Potomac. Not a three-story marble foyer and little sisters in Gucci mules with matching sweater sets and cocktails at six o’clock sharp and grandparents who didn’t hug. It was miles and miles away from the life you and Bob lived with your mother — hand-me-down quilts and warm nights by the fire playing Settlers of Catan and reruns of Desperate Housewives on the background as you stirred soup at the stove and summer nights spent frolicking in the tall grass behind your high school with a few bottles of beer and someone’s playlist echoing loudly from the open doors of a parked car. 

Peter lived in an alternate universe. And still, a part of you thought you were going to marry him. 

It wasn’t until a week before graduation when you realized it was over. 

“I want to be a mom,” you said. Peter looked up from his drink, eyes wide. “Not now,” you rushed out. “But eventually.” 

He set his rocks glass down. “Baby,” he whispered. “I don’t want kids. They’re just not for me.” 

That was the beginning of the end. You watched the light drain from his eyes and he watched the hope leach out of yours. By graduation morning you had broken up, and that afternoon you were one of the first cars to peel out of the parking lot, headed East to Chattanooga, the tears filling your eyes, making it hard to see. 

You had known all along you wanted to be a mother. Have a family. But you had mistakenly thought you’d do it in the right order. First comes love then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage. 

You had never been so wrong. 

***

Bob was always the first person to apologize after a fight. He would knock on your door with a sleeve of Oreos hidden behind his back as a peace offering or offer to take a midnight drive in the country with the windows rolled down and the music blaring until finally you were calm enough to talk. 

You were the hot head and Bob was the even tempered one. 

Until now. 

For two days you danced around each other. You got up after he had left. He was in his room by the time you came home. You had taken the library job. It was a small library near the beach with a daily reading session for kids that you had volunteered to lead. Even though Bob said it was a waste of your talent and degree, there was something so nice and calm about going into the library and settling into a pile of books, helping to set up the coloring station in the corner, assisting older people with finding the right book or manual. 

On the third day, you came home from the library with a tote bag full of parenting books to find the Dagger Squad in the living room. You stopped dead in your tracks as the room was enveloped in silence. 

One look at their faces and you knew that they knew. Jake was conspicuously absent. 

“Hi,” you squeaked, stepping into the hallway. “I’ll just get out of your way.” 

“Y/N.” Phoenix’s voice cut through the stiff air. “Let’s chat.” 

It felt like a Bachelor moment where the contestant steals the bachelor on a group date. But this time no one else was interested in speaking to you. Least of all Bob, who sat in the corner with his face turned down toward his shoes. 

Outside, the warm air licked at your face. You and Phoenix settled into the two Adirondack chairs Bob had set out on the back deck. She turned to you. “I just wanted to say, congrats.” 

“You know you’re the first person who has said that to me,” you replied. It felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders. 

“I know Floyd is having a hard time with this,” Phoenix said. “But he’ll come around.”

“What if he doesn’t?” you whispered. 

Her face softened. “He will. He has to. I’ve known Floyd for two years now and there’s only three things I know for sure. First, that Hangman will never beat me in a race. Second, that he might try and hide it but I’m pretty sure Bradshaw’s middle name is Joy. And third, that Bob loves you more than anything in the world. He’s gone on and on about his perfect little sister so much that we all felt like we knew you before you even showed up on North Island.” 

“I’m not perfect,” you said quietly. “Nowhere near it.” 

“Does it matter?” Phoenix asked. “He loves you. You’re the one thing he cares most about.” 

“Then why doesn’t he care that he’s hurting me?”

“He’s too stuck to realize it. He thinks that he let you down.”

“He has let me down,” you said. “Not because he let me get pregnant. That was never his decision to make. His reaction to all of this, that’s the only time I’ve ever felt let down by my brother in my entire life. It’s the one time I’ve ever found myself wondering what a life without him would be like. It’s made a part of me hate him.” 

The sound of the door sliding open caught both of your attention. You and Phoenix turned to see Bob with his head poking out the sliding glass door, ears red, eyes wide. He had heard you.

Every last, terrible word. 

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[jungle-angel]

Creature Comforts (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Ever since Auggie brought home the new bunnies, it seems the ranch has become a full fledged animal hospital

Tagging: @a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all​ Hon, I apologize if this is so sudden but if you want me to resend this in your ask box I can do it

Bob couldn’t help but shake his head as the trailer was unloaded, each of the horses looking sadder than the last. Some of them were horribly emaciated, their ribs noticeable to the eyes, some with scars, sores and oozing open wounds. God it was terrible. As much as Bob hated seeing it, it was an every day part of life here on his family’s land. 

He noticed his father, Joe Floyd, approaching, his dirty blonde hair now a noticeable grey as age had set in. “Talk to me Bob,” Joe said. “What’ve we got?” 

“They’re still unloading the horses,” Bob said, adjusting August on his hip. “They look horrible.” 

“Yeah, Hawk said the same thing,” Joe replied. “Can’t believe the kinds of critters they had in that place.” 

“Horses, rabbits, cats, dogs,” Bob rattled. “Wouldn’t be surprised if there was a moose in there.” 

Joe shook his head as the other hands began unloading the other trailers. “There’s no way we’re gonna find homes for all of them,” Joe said. 

“You think we can even take care of them?” 

“Maybe,” Joe answered. “If not, we’re gonna have to make do.” 

Bob, Joe and Auggie made their way into the barn where you were leaning against the stable gate, watching a sow and a boar as they got comfortable in the hay with the twelve little piglets who were desperate to nurse. “They doing ok?” Bob asked. 

“The boar’s fine,” you answered. “It’s the sow I’m worried about. I don’t know if she’s gonna have enough for all of them. She was pretty underweight when they got here.” 

Bob’s worry grew as he watched a few of the piglets nest close to their sire to keep warm. “Shouldn’t have been that way,” Bob murmured. “Poor pigs deserve to be outside in the grass and not cooped up in a cage.” 

You readily agreed, your hand gently rubbing Bob’s arm. You could see his eyes beginning to mist over before he collected himself. “Any others?” he asked hoarsely. 

“The lambs are gonna need special care and so won’t the rooster,” you sighed. “We’ve got a long way to go before most of them make a full recovery.” 

Bob smiled, looking down at Auggie who was stamping around in his little cowboy boots. “Where do we start?” 

It was long, arduous work for you, Bob, his family and the other hands. Days and days of drawn out work, waking at weird hours to care for the baby animals who needed near constant attention. It seemed like all over the house there were baby rabbits, horses and the lambs that needed to be fed or needed help getting on their feet. It left you, Bob and everybody else more exhausted than you had ever been. 

Yet you were amazed at what you saw grow before your eyes. 

You were both surprised by how resilient the critters were, many of them bouncing right back from what they had been through. Even your son got to see firsthand the same lessons his father and grandfather had learned along with every other member of the family before him.....that everything and anything was all a part of the great circle of life.