#strictly scandalous // Robert 'Bob' Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

Strictly Scandalous // TopGun

What is strictly scandalous?

✨ Strictly Scandalous ✨ is a series of strictly scandalous concepts/blurbs (18+) submitted by you, written by me.

Bradley Bradshaw

Lieutenant Sweetheart // Roosters got a breading kink….but we all already knew that.

A for Anal // Rooster fucks your ass. You try fuck yourself

Marked Up // Rooster marks you up to the point questions are raised for your safety

CNC, Breaking // You and Bradley get a little freaky with some Consensual Non-Consent play.

Kerner // When you surprise Bradley with a weekend visit, you suck him off behind the bar at the Hard Deck.

Road Head // Giving Bradley brain in his Bronco while he ever so kindly dropped you home after a night out with the gang at the Hard Deck

Riding Seresin // Bradley decides that Jakes little sister is worth it.

Robert Floyd

Sexual Healing // After Bobs bird strike he can’t regulate his emotions, you decide you know what he needs.

Boobs // Bobs a boob man through and through.

Don’t Tempt Me // Bob is forced to finish himself off when you spend New Year’s Eve trying to get him to fuck you senseless.

Threes a crowd // Bob fucks you in front of cuckold Jake

Unicorns // Bob is blessed with the experience of a life time when you squirt on his face.

Dessert First // Bob comes home to you cooking almost naked in the kitchen

Hat Trick // Bobs favourite past time is getting you off before he’s even fucked you.

Mugged // Bob doesn’t quite know how to process how you fucked him in the shower.

WOS’s Do It Better // You have a threesome with Bob Floyd & Mickey Garcia.

Morning Mirage // You and Bob engage in an early morning sexual encounter. Slow, lazy sex.

Dagger Dinner // When tasked with the weekly Dagger Dinner, Bob Floyd gets a little too distracted by his lovely fiancée.

Hike Me // Bob takes you in a hike, but needs a mid hike fuck.

Bob the Boob man // Bobs a boob guy. Enough said.

Jake Seresin

V for Virgin // Hangman finds a bunch of Polaroids Bob has taken of you. Keeping them for himself.

Polaroid Princess // Jake manipulates the situation so he gets his own set of Polaroids and a taste at what you have to offer.

Pretty Girl // Javy overheard his best friend slamming some poor girl into his mattress over the course of a few months. That girl? You.

Submit // Jakes dominant, but for you he’ll play the game. Submitting to you in the unisex showers.

Threes A Crowd // Jake fucks you in front of cuckold Bradley

Hungman // Jake fucks your throat after throat training you.

Iris // Jake steps in to help a friend and end up stripping at a hens party.

Mama // Jake had never thought about having kids, until he thinks about having kids.

Slap Me // Jake gets jealous and in turn discovers your kink for slapping.

Hangman Head // Jake gets blowie in the car park after he spills his beer on you, only to find out he’s your TopGun Instructor.

Dicked // Jake Seresin excretes bisexual energy. So much he asked you to fuck his ass.

Hooked // Rooster questions a hook in the shower of yours and Jakes brand new home.

Mickey Garcia

Breed For This // You and your husband are trying for a third baby. A night at the Hard Deck ends in a quick try in the female bathroom.

Acrylics // enjoying your annual leave means you can get acrylic nails. Mickey has no problem with them.

Athletic Wear // You jump Mickeys bones after he picks you up from the hard deck looking all kinds so perfect and sexy in his athletic wear.

[dreamingitsover]

topgun maverick list!

it’s safe to assume everything is NSFW! please don’t read if you’re not of age.

anyways i love love love all of these!!! give these a chance, you won’t regret it. these authors are all so talented. thank you guys for all creating!

bradley bradshaw

songbird: @bradshawsbitch

difficult: @/bradshawsbitch

halo effect: @/bradshawsbitch

hard hitter: @/bradshawsbitch

what’s in a name?: @sometimesanalice

pursuit: @sunlightmurdock

another day, another dollar: @sunflowersteves

two to tango: @roosterforme

underneath it all: @roosterforme

robert “bob” floyd

strictly scandalous drabble : @ohtobeleah

he’s so pretty (when he goes down on me): @/seasonsbloom

full of surprises: @withahappyrefrain

happy birthday, mr president: @rhettabbotts

jake “hangman” seresin

a love like religion: @seresinsaint

heaven is a place: @seasonsbloom

dime store cowboy: @/seasonsbloom

tell me my name: @libraryofantiquitea

touch me, i’m sick: @ohcaptains

and the truth of the matter is (i’ll never let you go): @fidogo

[callmemana]

Robert Bob Floyd Fanfics: 2

Key: smut - 🌸/ fluff - 🦋 / angst - ☂️/ personal favorite - 👓/

AC Is Out @withahappyrefrain 🌸🦋👓

Best Friend @bradshawsbitch 🦋☂️👓

Best I Ever Had @stormiwaves 🌸🦋👓

Callsign Story @callsignhoney 🦋👓

Candy @bussyslayer333 🦋👓

Christmas Cheer @wren-starling 🌸☂️👓

Do Onto Otters @jupitercomet 🌸🦋☂️👓 (boxer au)

Dream A Little Dream Of Me @welcome-to-my-multiverse 🌸🦋👓

Drummer Boy @callsignbob 🌸🦋👓

Drunk Bob @rassvetsky 👓

Early Risers @jungle-angel 🦋👓

Electric Bungalow @withahappyrefrain 🌸🦋👓

Ever Mine @ouralcohol 🌸🦋☂️

Haze @topgunruinedme 🦋👓

He’s So Beautiful (When He Goes Down On Me) 🌸🦋👓

Home Is In The Heartland @jungle-angel 🦋👓

It’s In His Kiss @wishfulwithwine 🌸🦋☂️

Just 'cause I'm a gentleman (don't mean I ain't taking you to bed) 2 @honeyedspace 🌸👓

Just Saying @lt-natrace 🦋☂️👓

Lonely Hearts Club @hangmanapologist 🦋☂️👓

Love Story @auroradawnwrites 🦋

Make It To Cheyenne @jynxmirage ☂️👓 (PoC reader)

Midnight Madness 2 @purplevortexx 🦋☂️👓

Mistletoe @kloofspeaks 🦋👓

Mixed Up & Matched Up @purplevortexx 🦋☂️👓

Mirror & Glasses @t-nd-rfoot 🦋☂️👓

Picking Up The Pieces @marvelandotherfandomimagines ☂️👓

Please Come Home @callsignvoodoo 🦋☂️👓

Practice Makes Perfect @sebsxphia 🌸🦋👓

Rainy Days & Mondays @thesluttyarchivist 🦋☂️👓

Return To Me @lt-bradshaw 🦋☂️👓

Santa Dress @h0neyfire 🌸🦋👓

Scrap Book @siempre-bucky 🦋👓

Secret Relationship Trope @constillatedchaos 🦋👓

Secret Kid @constillatedchaos 🦋👓

Some Plan @mothdruid 🌸🦋👓

Surprise! 2 @topgunruinedme 🦋☂️👓

Strictly Scandalous Masterlist @ohtobeleah 🌸🦋👓

The Navy Gala @sebsxphia 🌸🦋👓

The Home Run @jupitercomet 🦋☂️👓 (baseball au)

This Love (Is Worth The Fight) @bobfloydsbabe ☂️🦋👓 (OC)

What We Express @mothdruid 🌸🦋👓

White Christmas @floyd-luvr 🦋👓

Who Hurt You @sebsxphia 🌸🦋☂️👓

Wet Thoughtz @entertainmentgal8 🌸 (curvy PoC fem reader +Jake)

[ohtobeleah]

Bob being really strung out and on edge after he gets home after being admitted overnight for observation. (Bird Strike) so reader gives him head?

#Strictlyscandalous

Oh yeah. Picture it.

“Bob honey?” You’re cooing in a sultry tone—watching as Bob undressed from the clothes you’d brought to the hospital for him. Just a simple hoodie, his grey Naval Academy one he’d had since his first year. So loved and worn by the both of you that the graphics had started to peel. “You okay?”

“I’m—“ Bob can’t help but to feel claustrophobic with his clothes on. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as they slipped the same time he ducked his head. “I just need a shower.” Removing his jeans. Throwing them across his bedroom with a huff. His hands coming to grip at his own hair as he tried to regulate his frustration.

“You don’t look okay—?”

“Jesus Y/n I said I’m good, okay!?” Before he knew what he was saying, the seven words laced with attitude far beyond what you were used to hearing had left Bobs mouth—standing before him dumbfounded. But understanding. Bob had been through a trauma he wasn’t sure how to deal with. His eyes went wide, full of shock that he’d talk to you the way he just did when all you had asked was if he was okay. “Oh god, I’m sorry bub, I just—“ Bob didn’t know how to explain what he was feeling, groaning as he sat on the edge of his bed in his boxer briefs. “I’m just on edge.”

You knew what Bob needed. He needed something to relieve the stress, the anxiety, the pressure from the last twenty four hours. Without a word you sauntered over to where he sat slowly. Your hand coming you gently caress his cheek. At the feeling of your palm against his usually clean shaved face, Bob nuzzled into your touch. A gently sigh escaping as he took a deep breath in and a deep breath out.

“How about you let me help you de-stress honey?” Dropping to your knees as you spoke with intent, Bobs eyes followed you down between his legs as you kept your eyes on his. “Then you can have a shower and I’ll order some burgers, get Rooster to drop em round?” Dragging your nails up and down Robert Floyd’s white and tender thighs as he hissed at the sudden sharpness, your nails leaving goosebumps all over him.

“You don’t have to baby—“ Bob tried to argue, he didn’t want you feeling like you had to do anything for him. You were both adults that could take care of yourselves. But he couldn’t deny that your offer sounded incredibly divine. “But it sure sounds like a fine offer.” The look he gave you, the ‘please fuck me eyes’ Bob gave you all the time as you worked behind the bar at the Hard Deck. The same eyes he gave you when you’d come to take his empty glass or bring him a fresh bowl of peanuts. The same fuck me eyes he gave you when you were cooking, the same fuck me eyes he’d give you when you were out grocery shopping and couldn’t decide if you wanted broccolini or broccoli this week.

Robert Floyd craved your touch and your touch you gave him. His frustration with a mix of adrenaline still rushing through his veins, plus the fact you’d sunk to your knees before him so willingly, all had Bob standing to attention without skipping a beat. Pulling at his boxer briefs as he lifted off the bed for a moment. Eyes trained on your hands pulling his boxers down his legs. Bob’s cock slapped up against his lower abdomen as he laid back. Arms coming to rest above his head. Stretched out as you told him to relax.

“Oh god—“ Immediately Bob sighed at the warmth your mouth brought. Wrapping your lips around his length, tongue twirling around his tip. Pink and sensitive to the touch. Y/n—oh my god that feels so good.” Using your hand to give attention to the inches you hadn’t yet taken, you hummed in response to the praise Bob gave you. His hand in your hair pushing it away from your face. “Keep going baby, feels amazing—god thank-you so much.”

You were addicted to the way jolted when you’d pay extra attention to his frenulum. He’d groan and moan and try to keep his composure but whenever you would lick a trail from his balls to his frenulum he’d lose his mind. Coming completely undone for you.

“Jesus Y/n you keep sucking me like this I’m not gonna last long.” Honestly had always been one of Bobs policies. He’d tuck his chin to watch you bob your head up and down his length. Your throat warming up more and more, less need for your hands—instead you took him further into your throat. Hollowing your cheeks as you looked up through hooded wet lashes to meet Bob's intense gaze. “Fuck like that, like that baby!” Bob was never a many of dominance, but when you had all he had to give you down your throat his hands were working to push you just a little further down his shaft as he jolted his hips off the bed. Knees bent in a way to give him more leverage.

“Fuck baby, please oh god please keep going!” Bo let his head fall back against the bed. Clenching his jaw as if to try and stop himself from letting go too early. You felt too good to let this moment be over. Your lips sliding up and down his length, shaft throbbing as you took him down your throat. Gaging and humming as you got messer with it, more into it with every passing second. Sucking the soul from him. “Please please–oh my–Fuck!” Robert Floyd was never big on swear words. Cussing was never his thing, but you had him melting into the palms of your hands. Stars in his eyes as pleasure fogged his better judgment, his morals. “Don't stop baby–so good for me, so good for me yeah?” 

“Let go Baby–” You kept your hand pumping Bob’s shaft as you let your mouth settle a little lower. Kissing his balls softly and ever so tenderly as your eyes never left his. “Been so tense Bob, you know you wanna just let it all go, i've got you baby.” Giving Bob’s balls all the attention in the world as you jerked him senseless. 

“I'm gonna lose it–” A thin layer of sweat had covered Bob’s body, his hair sticking to his forehead as his glasses sunk back. “Shit please baby!” It was a plea for you to take him down your throat again. As you sucked and played with his balls you could feel them tightening. The obvious high that had been building now pooling in the base of his shaft. Ready to release. 

Still using one hand to cup and fondle Bob's balls you worked quickly to take him down your throat again. Hollowing your cheeks as you dared him with sultry eyes to cream down your throat. Edging him to the point of no return. 

“Oh my god yes! Yes baby right there just like that–!” Bob shot up onto his elbows, completely consumed by an orgasm so powerful it sent him to the moon. His toes cramped and stomach tightened as hot spurts of his load shot down your throat. Moaning as you worked to suck him dry. Milking whatever he was able to give you. “Fuck love, ahhhh fuck.” He had to squint the tears from his eyes, sighing in relief as you finally popped your lips from his lip. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you stood, crawling onto his lap. Legs either side of his waist. “You do incredible things to me.” Bob cooed as he tried to regulate his heartbeat. 

“You go have a hot shower, I’lll order those burgers.” letting your head rest against Bob’s chest as he draped his arms around your shoulders. Kissing the top of your head, drawing you in as close to him as possible. 

“Or we could maybe just, keep doing this?”

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#Strictlyscandalous // Robert 'Bob' Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

Slow, lazy, morning sex with Bobby boy #strictlyscandalous

Oh baby. This one–now this one resonated with me deeply.

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous, Smut ahead.

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Imagine it. Maybe it's the morning after Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd gets back from the uranium mission. The night of his return after six agonising weeks away–Bob is just collapsing into your warm embrace in the car port of the little cobblestone house that you share. New home owners, newlyweds, so new in fact the ink on the paperwork Bob had to hand into his higher ups to have you put down as his emergency contacts and his next of kin had barely even dried.

Bob barely makes it out of the shower before his eyes are betraying him, he's a tired man but oh how he's missed his darling wife, his best friend. You know what's about to happen, Bob will climb into bed, freshly showered, shaved and in his thing one pyjama shirt. You of course his thing two. He’ll climb under the covers, exhale a sigh of relief because he made it home to you once again and all's right with the world.

Bob will kiss your cheek, kiss your neck and he’ll try to initiate something because the heart wants what the heart wants and what Bob Floyd wants every second of every day is the touch and feel of his beloved wife.

But that's not what happens. No. What happens is Robert FLoyd is asleep in about three minutes, his head resting in your chest as you read your latest murder mystery under the dim light of your bedside lamp. Reading glasses perched on your nose while the gentle snores of your husband filled the silence.

He's home, your fingernails rack through his damp locks, pushing the strands behind his ears until you know for sure that Bob is out cold for the night.

“Welcome home my superman.” You coo as you kiss the top of Bob's head. “You can rest now baby.” And that's exactly what Bob does until the early morning sun is kissing your skin, coaxing you from the embrace you found yourself in. Bob the big spoon, yourself the little spoon. Skin to skin because somewhere throughout the night you had both shed your matching T-shirts. The Lamoore heat must have taken two more victims–but neither you nor Bob were all that pressed. The only thing between you would have been your matching underwear. (Lame was your thing, as it was Bobs.)

“Good Morning Mrs Floyd.” Bob mumbled through a thick haze of southern mannerisms. You had missed his husky morning drawl with every fibre of your being. “How's my favourite girl doin?”

“So much better now that you’re home, Lietanent Floyd.” This very well may have been your honeymoon, you had everything pre-booked and paid for until Bob was getting that last minute request for that special detachment back at Miramar. “How's my government owned husband doing this morning?” You teased, there was nothing about the military you liked except for your husband. Bob simply pulled you further into him in response, mumbling against your neck as his eyes stayed closed and his breathing laboured.

“He's doing good, I missed you so much.” Bob coos. “I’ll spend a lifetime making up the fact we didn't get to go on our honeymoon, baby.” Bob knew deep down you were still a little upset over the fact it wasn't something the two of you got to experience, spending the five of the first six weeks you'd been a married woman on your own in your newly purchased house, while your husband very well risked his life. “But for now I just wanna lay here with you.”

You weren't going to deny Bob of his request, you were pretty content to lay in bed with Bob all day if that's what he wanted to do on his first full day of leave. But there was something pressing up against your ass you couldn't not acknowledge. Some incredibly hard and oh so thick that you had missed just as much as you had missed your husband.

“You just wanna lay here huh baby?” Bob can hear it in your voice, the delight his erection brings you is basically dripping from your tongue, making you drip at the thought of feeling Bob slip inside you after six agonising weeks alone. Nothing compared to Bob. no toy, no website, nothing. “What if I said I'm rather intrigued by what I can feel pressing against my ass right now.”

“I'd say I'm rather compelled to cure your curiosity.” In the early hours of the morning, Bob is pulling his boxer briefs down his china white thighs, it wasn't often they saw the light of day. Kissing your shoulder lazily as you push up against him. Bob groaned as he gave himself a few pumps, moving around the pre-cum that had oozed out of his tip to use it as a lubricant. Feeling you rid yourself of your panties in a fast stitch effort to settle back against him just as he was ready to push into you slowly, both laying on your sides.

“Ohhh–baby missed you so much.” Bob sighs in relief as he slides in between your slick lips, pushing into you with ease as you help to guide him in, reaching up and around your shoulder to cup his cheek. “Ohhh god, I missed you so much, wifey.” Bob doesn't move straight away when he finally buries himself inside you enough for the both of you to feel satisfied. He just stays pressed against you as he continuously kisses your shoulder.

“Always thought about you Lieutenant.” Your moans echoed off the walls that were still coated in darkness that the sun creeping into your room had yet to reach. “Every time I came when you weren't here your name slipped past my lips, wish you were here.” Bob moved as you softly moaned in response to his pace. “Bob, baby you feel so good.”

“Oh trust me–” There had been many times in the shower or back in his dorm that Bob had jerked off to the thought of you. “I was doing the same damn thing.” It made your heart skip a beat, to know Bob touched himself to the thought of you. Oh how you’d love to be a fly on the wall whenever he had his cock in his fist, straining at the thought of you as he worked himself towards an orgasm.

“Fuck, please go a little faster baby.” You whimpered as Bob reached around lazily to rub soft curled against your sensitive bundle of nerves, as he slowly thrust into you you were rocking back against him. You didn't even have your eyes open, Bob was talking out of the corner of his mouth. The sun had yet to truly rise and things were slow and laxity and the furthest things from needy and rushed. You had time, time in abundance. “Fuugghh–”

“Like that, do you Mrs Floyd?” Bob asked through a southern drawl as he hooked his chin into your shoulder, rocking his hips into you and you did with him.

“Shhh, too early.” Bob couldn't help but to laugh as you mumbled out a groan, the way you were moving your hips back into him told him all he needed to know. “But please baby, don't stop.”

“Just tell me what you want me to do baby and I’ll do it.” Bob was a pleasure, all he ever wanted was to listen to you moan his name, feel you clench around him, and make you his wife from the moment he first met you. He was pretty chuffed that the last one had been recently crossed off his short but very meaningful bucket list. “You wanna cum on my cock Mrs Floyd?”

“Mmhmm—“ Bob never let up in his slow, sloppy pace. He continued to circled his fingertips around your throbbing bundle of nerves and fucked slow into you. “Mmmm Bob baby wanna cum for you.”

“Holy shit if I hadn’t already asked I’d ask you to marry me—“ Bob smiled against your back as he let his forehead rest against your shoulder blade. “Cum for me baby, missed how pretty you look when you cum for me.”

There was a moment where you let your head fall back, a moan escaping as you whimpered Bob's name. Reaching up and around for him as you tensed and the tsunami of pleasure he brought to you washed over your body.

“Such a good wifey Mrs Floyd, you sound so pretty saying my name.” Bob smiled against your neck as he picked up the pace just a little bit, using your cunt to get him exactly where he needed to go. “I’m with you baby, right behind you.” He was. Bob was right there—he could feel his own orgasm pooling at the base of his shift as his balls tapped against the curve of your ass with every sloppy lazy thrust he gave you. “Ahhh—arrggg uhhh baby!” Bob cried as he came.

“Missed hearing you moan baby.” You coax him through, a thin layer of sweat over your forehead. “So hot—“

“Fuck your still clenching around me sweetheart, milking me for everything I’ve got.” You could feel Bob jolt against you, his voice strained as he sighed in pure ecstasy.

“You wanna say like this all morning?” You asked softly as you felt Bob shift inside you— softening, but never pulling out. He was content where he was, your ass in his crotch, his cock creamy and coated, plunged deep inside you. Unless it was life threatening Bob wasn’t moving as he tilted your head to kiss your cheek. Letting his head fall back against the pillow as he wrapped his arms around your waist—pulling you flush against him.

“Absolutely—i'm not going anywhere.”

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Strictly Scandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

Kitchen Quickie with Bob that gets interrupt by the squad/while the squad is at the house (Bob is a dirty dirty boy who can't keep his hands to himself)

#strictly scandalous

Brain go brrrr.

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut ahead.

It’s Saturday afternoon and you and Bob are hosting the weekly dagger dinner. Every Monday morning before pre-flight checks, the daggers would all throw their names into Fanboys gross ass hat and draw a name out. Whoever’s name was drawn? Hosted Saturday night dagger dinner.

“Dinner’s pretty much ready Bubba.” Bob was on the back deck, neatly placing the cutlery you’d sent him out with alongside the placemats that littered the outdoor dining set you’d both dropped a pretty penny on a few years back. “Wanna come in for a taste test?”

“Coming darlin.” It's a simple reply, but one that makes your heart swoon for your Fiancé. Bob finished what he’s doing before he’s sauntering inside, chasing the captivating smell of tomato and basil lamb shakes that could honestly kill. They smelt so good. “Baby, It smells amazing in here.” Bob rounds the corner into the kitchen to find you slicing up some homemade bread. You’d gone all out for this danger dinner and he was so thankful for everything you had done.

“Hmm—“ You're leaning over the slow cooker, frowning as you stir the contents. “I just hope to potatoes are cooked enough otherwise I’m never gonna here the end of it from Hang—“ Before you can finish saying how Jake would never let you forget it if the potatoes weren’t soft enough, Bob is twirling you around in his grasp, so stunned at his suddenness you drop the ladle, it makes a mess when the red sauce covered utensil hits the gray tiles of your kitchen floor. “Robert Floyd!” You giggle as his lips make contact with the juncture of your neck, hands roaming the small of your waist as he lifts you up onto the countertop, pushing the chopping board aside. “What has gotten into you?”

“Thought I might be able to start with dessert first?” Bob mumbles, he’s hungry for something only you can give him. “You’ve put so much effort into this dinner, makes me horny as shit just thinking about how you would have been roaming the isles at the grocery store looking for everything you needed.”

“Oh woah—“ You chuckle, leaning back to catch a glimpse at the flushed hume creeping over Bob's cheeks. “Talk dirty to me more, Lieutenant.” You worked in the base cafe, serving up stellar coffees to all ranking men and women. It was where you’d met and subsequently fallen in with Robert Floyd when he’d returned to TopGun for a second time. A few years on and the two of you were inseparable, planning a wedding, ready to take on the world together.

“Love when you get all domestic and cook up a feast.” Bob was feral, really. But in a different way to lost men you’d dated in the past. He was a respectable feral. Always found something so sincere and genuine to love you for.

“Does it turn you on to know I’ve already ironed your flight suit and hung it up in the cupboard for Monday morning?” Bobs groaning into your mouth as his hands work to unzip his jeans. Pulling them down just below his ass in a feverish haste.

“I’m in love with you, you know that right?” Bob's hands go from his jeans to the hem of your sundress, pulling it up as his lips never leave yours, pushing your panties to the side as his digits slip past your folds. “So wet.”

“What can I say, I’ve got a thing for military men.” That was a very true statement. “Fuggh—“ Coaxing his fingertips against your velvet walls, Bob revels in the slight squelching sound that echoes through the kitchen, standing between your parted knees as his fingers disappear inside you. Buried to the hilt. “Bob—baby—“

“There’s no fucking way.” Rooster is stopping at the front door, he’s got a clear view straight into the kitchen via the window right next to the front door. The blinds are open, the window is cracked and your whimpers can be heard from afar.

Bradley’s holding his arm out in front of Phoenix, stopping her in her tracks as her chest collides with his forearm. “Nope—“

“Bradshaw—?”

“Shut up, listen.” Although Phoenix could have very well slammed her elbow into the sternum of Bradley Bradshaw at his sudden demeanour change, she was caught off guard by the sound of supple whimpers and deep airy groans coming from inside the Floyd household.

“Oh my god go, go.” Phoenix is as wide eyed and bushy tailed as ever as her and Bradley race back down the three stairs and book it back to the Bronco. Scared they’ll never get the sounds out of their heads and know they don’t need an x-rated image of you and Bob to go along with it.

“Bob honey, need you now.” It’s needy and it’s hard to keep your head level as Bob pulls his fingers from your cunt, sucking your nectar from the lengthy digits before he’s guiding himself inside you. Moaning as he does.

“Ahhhh god—so tight all for me angel.” Bob hissed as he slowly lifted your legs to hook over his arms, angling you just right so that you could take every inch he was willing to give. “Be a good girl and keep those pretty eyes on me baby, wanna watch you unravel.”

You do as you're told as Bob starts a slow pace, building up the pressure before he’s setting a rhythm so fierce it has the slow cooker dancing beside you. Threatening to jump off the edge of the counter.

“Aarruugghh—Bob! Fuck!”

“So good for me darlin Ohh—keep those pretty moans coming.” It’s thrilling, it’s damn near pornographic the way Bob is talking to you, the way he’s handling you, the way he’s working you towards your high.

“Ahhh! Fuck keep going! Keep fucking me baby just like that—“ Its a short lived moment though, because unlike Rooster and Phoenix who had retreated back to the Bronco of shelter, Mickey Garcia and Javy Machado were not so smart, walking right in and into their worst nightmare.

“Oh god!” Javy is turning around in an instant, while Mickey closes his eyes tight, too afraid to move. He’s convinced himself that if he doesn’t move Bob won’t see him. “Bob! You knew we were coming right!?”

“Bobs got you up in his arms and ducking behind the counter the second he hears his colleagues voices, still stuffed inside you as he covers your mouth and watches your eyes roll into the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you. A part of you is very turned on by his protectiveness.

“We got carried away!” He shouted back. Still watching you cum on his cock. “Give me like, two minutes!”

“Fucking hell Floyd—“ Fanyboy sighs as he blindly feels around for the front door. “Never again.”

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Strictly Scandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

Bob a boob or ass kinda guy? #Strictlyscandalous

In my professional opinion I believe Robert Floyd is a boobies boy through and through.

Picture this, it’s a Sunday morning sleepin. Bobs sleeping soundly next to you in bed. His hand is draped up and under his shirt, a shirt mind you that he is constantly reminding you is his but always lets you wear regardless. His hand? Is softly caressing your tit. Just holding it gently in the palm of his hand while he gently snores.

His favorite position is cowgirl—because he gets a front row seat to the best double act in the whole world.

When you’re breastfeeding he can’t hold himself back from sucking at your sensitive buds. Tasting the sweet breastmilk you excrete when your body thinks you’re feeding your child.

“Bob! No—! I’m my god I’m so sorry!”

“Holy shit don’t you ever be sorry this is the best day ever.” And he continues to have that same mentality whenever you experience bouts of mastitis—offering to suck on your tits to help the clogged ducts subside.

“Stop staring at your wife!” Jakes smacking the pool cue back into Bob gut, forcing him to double over but his eyes, dark and full of lust—never left you.

“She’s leaking though!”

He’d happily suffocate between your tits. He’s always touching and fondling them whenever he gets a chance. Your house? When it’s just the two of you is a strict no bras allowed zone. Unless it’s some pretty lingerie you’re wearing.

“Such pretty tits baby—“

It’s a mantra you hear constantly and after a few years together, you surprise Bob with a tattoo of his pinky and thumb print on your left Boob.

“Are those finger prints?”

“Yeah bub, yours—got them for your birthday.” And Bob's excitement quickly fades to jealousy.

“So someone else got to look at your boobs to do these right?”

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#strictlyscandalous // Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

We know bob's a pleasure Dom, but bob finding out he's the only one to eat you out, he's not stopping until he at least makes you cum 3 times then finally fucking you into the mattress while whispering the sweetest most filthy things to you

Yep. This is the one ☝️ He'd be so cocky about it to. whispering a slew of sweet nothings about how good you taste. How he can't believe every guy you've been with has turned down the opportunity to taste your delectable arousal. The sweetest honey on earth.

"Gonna make you cum just by eating you out."

I think Bob would start off with you on his face. Suffocating him while you try and prop yourself up on the headboard. All he does is wrap his arms around your waist and pull you down closer to his face. His tongue working you over—like magic.

“Bob! Fuck—I’m gonna cum!” And you do, you cum hard on his face that you’ve been riding. When you try to pull away to dismount? Bob's hold on you just tightens, his eyes are looking up at you from between your thighs and he never wavers. “Fuck! No no no no—Bob I can’t—I can’t take it.” It’s the way you whine and beg him to stop that had Bob continuing. He knows he can get the coil inside you to reload. Without a shadow of a doubt. He's good at this.

“Just one more? For me sweets.” Bob cooed as you get a look at his chin. Glistening with your nectar. “Taste so good I can’t get enough.” He’s back at work before you even have a chance to breathe. Things are hot and heavy and moving so fast that there’s no time to think about anything else but the overstimulation and how fucking good it feels. "Give me just one more baby--love how you sound when you cum for me."

"Fuck! Bob, baby--Keep doing that!" It's so close, your second orgasm. Bob's coaxing it out of you expertly as he sucks and licks and pays all the attention in the world to just the right spots that drive you crazy and keep the coil tightening. "Ahhh fuck I'm cumming!" It's no surprise that Bob gets you where you need to go quickly and efficiently. Your hands are carding through his chestnut locks as you ride his face through your second high. "Oh, fuughhh--" Your body goes slack as you fall to the mattress, your whole body tingling with euphoria.

"So good for me sweetheart, now how about just one more?" Bobs smirking as he lays between your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders as his hands hold your pelvis down against the mattress.

"No, Bob--" You whine. "baby I can't-- I can't take it--ahh!" Your withering at his touch--his tongue like fire against your throbbing clit. so overstimulated that you can hardly breathe. "Baby!"

"No Baby, you got it, you've done so well for me already, just one more yeah? then I'm all yours." he wasn't kidding either, Bob had a job to do and that job was to get you off as many times as he could tonight. three before he even got the chance to fuck you would be his personal best. "Show me how good you can be, let me make you cry."

It felt otherworldly, one of life's biggest mysteries is how Robert Floyd got so good at easting pussy--but it was a mystery you weren't ever going to try and solve.

"Bob! Fuck! I'm so close!" It almost hurt, but it self so good--a borderline pain that you knew only Bob could have you experiencing. the end was certainly inevitable and Bob wasn't giving in until he had you right where he wanted you. A puddle in his palms as he lapped away at your core. Jaw aching, tongue throbbing. But he was willing to sacrifice the rest of his life to get you off just with oral. "Oh fuck! yes yes yes I'm cumming baby! AHHHHH---"

"Such a good girl, look at you, so pretty all fucked out just from my mouth."

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#StrictlyScandalous Robert ’Bob’ Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

Leah hi!! I have a request for your strictly scandalous weekend. Bob having scandalous photos of you in his room on base. Maybe ur like the female version of Bob so when someone like Hangman finds them the reaction is shocking.

Listen. Bobs a little bit of an amature photographer. His specialty? His girl in any aspect of life. His work colleagues and friends had fallen victim time and time again to photos he'd taken of you in sunsets or with you snowboarding. They'd seen you posing in sunflower fields and pumpkin patches. Roosters favorite had been the one where Bob had taken a photo of your silhouette in front of the lit up christmas tree– something about it gave him family vibes. And everyone knew Rooster was very much a family man at heart.

“Where did he say they were again?” Coyote is asking as he's rummaging through Bob's belongings, scattering his stuff absentmindedly looking for Bob's spare glasses. “They aren't in here man, I'm telling you.

“Oh. My. God.” Hangman's hunched over Bob's bedside table. A radiant shit eating grin plastered across his face as he picks up the pile of polaroids. “Hey Coyote, come take a look at these.” Hangman had a callsign he liked to call you. He knew it got under Bob’s skin like no tomorrow. Jake Seresin always without fail called you Vee.

V for Virgin.

He liked to joke that you'd never looked like you’d touched a man in your life. Too pure, too innocent. Even after marriage Jake thought you’d probably wait a while until you were ready to procreate. That's how much Jake Seresin was convinced you were one hundred percent a virgin. And with that you were the perfect fit for good old back seater Bob.

“Holy shit is that Vee?” Coyote audibly gasped as he snatched the polaroids from Hangman's grasp. “No way!”

Bob had been holding out on show and tell. If he’d offered to show Hangman photos of you in all kinds of exposing poses and lingerie that made you look absolutely delectable he never would have shrugged the weapons system officer off.

“What a little minx.” Hangman practically drooled as he snatched the polaroids back. Flicking though them as he felt himself pitching a fucking tent in his flightsuit. “Holy fourth of July Coyote look at this one.” Hangman singled out a particular image. It was you, fully exposed in the shower– using the pressure of the detachable head to get yourself off. Bob had a habit of dating his photographs. Flipping it over Jake noted that it had been taken just four days ago. “That's the mens changing room isn't it?”

“There's no way Floyds been sneaking his girl in the men's showers and none of us have noticed.”

“Check this one out” Jake's jaw was practically crashing through the floor as he held back a primal groan. He was hard, dangerously hard. The polaroid in question was of you down on your knees, a mouth full of Bob's cock, your eyes were looking directly into whoever soul would be looking at the photograph. Jake was the person in question. “Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?”

“I feel like we shouldn't be looking at these man–”

“Looking at what?” Coyote nearly hit the roof with the way your voice had made him jump. Clenching at his heart as Jake pocketed the stash of polaroids in his top pocket. Turning around with eyes as wide as a dear that had been caught in approaching headlights. “What are you guys doing in Bob's room?” It was your day off. You'd just come out of your dorm to grab some coffee when you were walking past and saw Bob’s bedroom door open. “And why do you both look like I've just caught you with your hands down your pants?”

“We’re looking for Bob’s spare glasses, his broke.” Jake beamed your way, he couldn't not see you down on your knees for him no matter how hard he tried.

“Well, they're in here–” You sauntered into your boyfriend's room, heading for the medicine cabinet in his bathroom. Coyote slapped Jake's chest when you had your back turned, mouthing something about putting the polaroids back where he found them. But Jake wasn't listening, he was too busy watching what he could only assume was Bob's shirt lifting just high enough for the curve of your ass to show.

“No underwear huh?” Jake couldn't spot himself as he spoke. “A noble endeavor I fully support” Shutting the medicine cabinet as you turned around with a frown– he didn't just say that did he?

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me Vee, you’re walking around the dorms with no underwear on.'' A lingering silence filled the room as Coyote shook his head. This isn't happening, Jake wasn't hitting on Bob's girlfriend and he certainly wasn't sporting a semi over those polaroids. “An endeavor I am one hundred percent in support of.”

“I'm wearing underwear, you imbecile.” You just shook him off, not waiting to entertain whatever situation Hangman was trying to set up. “Here's Bob’s glasses.” throwing them Coyote's way, he used that as an excuse to get the hell out of dodge before Jake had a chance to drag him to the depths of hell with him. Stepping around you with pressed lips, before making his way down the hall. “I’m gonna go grab a coffee, whatever you were doing in here besides looking for Bobs glasses end now Bagman.”

“I was just leaving Vee–” Hangman was hiding something, you just didn't know what. Regardless, you didn't have the time nor energy to deal with his shit today. Turning on your heels, you didn't see the way Jake adjusted himself before he walked out of Bob's room.

A pocket full of polaroids he was surely going to use later.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* Jake was in the middle of what was the best masturbating session he’d had in a while. He had the lotion out, tissues ready and a whole bunch of seductive polaroids of you that were just doing everything for him. Especially the one he had his attention on now–the one with your legs spread wide. Two fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy. The other wrapped around your own throat as your jaw slacked. Posing pretty for your photographer– Bob.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* “Hangman! I know you're in there, I can smell you from here!” Bobs doing his best to bang down Jake's door. So much anger raging through his veins. *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* “Seresin open the door!!” Bob went to pound his first against the wooden door one more time but Jake had opened it. Standing before Bob in his boxer briefs as Bob stood before Jake in his.

“Can’t this wait till morning? I'm busy!” Bobs pushing past into Jake's room.

“Where are they–”

“Where's what?”

“My polaroids man, you took the polaroids from my bedside drawer!”

“Polaroids of who huh?” Jake smirked. “Vee?” Taking steps towards where Bob had finally found the polaroid scattered on the floor besides Jake's bed. “Gotta say, im so happy you decided to stick with this amature photography bullshit, because that girl? Man, does she have some talent and you captured it expertly.”

“Watch your goddamn mouth!” Bob hissed as he collected the pictures he'd taken of you. They were all supposed to be for him and only him. “Be grateful I didn't tell Y/n or else she’d–”

“She’d what? Stuff her face with my dick like she did with yours?” Jake wasn't holding back. “Or would she ride me and let me take horny little pictures of her squeezing her tits?” Bob tried his best to keep a level head as Jake kept going. “Or will she finger herself while she chokes herself out, I mean–”

“I'm not listening to this crap.” Bob clenched his jaw, holding back every urge to just give Jake one right across the jaw. But instead he settled for peace. “You do something like this again and I'll kill you, you got that?” Eyeing each other off Jake took a risky shot. Gripping the back seater by his bicep before he had a chance to walk out of his room.

“I've got a better idea.” A better idea Jake truly did have.

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#Strictlyscandalous // Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

[ohtobeleah]

Could you do something with Bob and the reader squirting for the first time?

Brain go Brrrr. I can indeed anon I can indeed.

It has Bob in a frenzy. He can feel your legs shaking on either side of his face as he’s delving as deep as he can humanly go. Eating you out had become his new favourite venture, his new favourite snack. His favourite dessert. The pair of you had been hooking up on the down low. It was a recent thing though– You and Bob had been paired up for a game of pool against Bradshaw and Trance one night and you two seemed to hit things off very well. 

To the point where between a few too many cocktails on your end and a few not-so-light beers on his own behalf, you and Bob were back at his quicker than Hangman could make a quick-witted comment. And from that first hook up it hadn't stopped, whenever you and Robert Floyd had a free night? He could be found between your legs at either his place or your own. 

“Oh fuck!” Your fingers are carding through his hair, pulling against the slightly sweaty strands. “I'm gonna cum!”  Bobs not stopping, if anything your clear statement gives him all the more reason to keep doing exactly what it was he was doing. Tongue kicking into overdrive–the strongest muscle in the body. Flicking against your swollen bundle of nerves as he sucked an amazing pressure against you. The coil was about ready to snap as your thighs shook and your mouth slacked open. Beautiful moans escaped uncontrollably as your back arched and everything went black for a few seconds or so. “Ohhhh ahh fuck, Bob! shit–don’t stop!” 

As you pulsed and clenched around nothing, Bob felt like he'd suddenly begun to drown. It took him a moment to realise what had happened but when it clicked you’d squirted he never wanted to leave the position he was in. He’d happily die between your legs. Gasping softly with wide eyes as he pushed himself up to hover over you. 

“Holy shit–” Fuck he looked delectable, his slightly scruffed chin was shining with your nectar. “What just happened?” He knew, but he wanted to know why–what was different this time around? “That was incredible.” 

“You never heard of female ejaculation before?” As Bob fell to the mattress beside you, you took it as your opportunity to flip over and straddle his waist, leaning down to suck against the pulse point of his neck. Coaxing soft moans from him as his hands trailed the length of your exposed back.

“Oh, no I have, I just thought it was a myth like Unicorns or Moderate Republicans.” 

“You're really hard?” Yeah no shit sherlock, Bob had just witnessed a miracle play out before his very eyes. He’d never had a woman ejaculate on his face before. “Need to do something about that don't I?” You teased as you clasped your thighs around his length, Bob caught on quickly to what you were trying to do–reaching behind to help guide himself into your slick folds. Sucking him in ever so perfectly to the very hilt. “Fuck, feel so good every time.” 

“That was really hot, you should have been doing that from the beginning?” Bob knew he’d suddenly become an addict. He was going to make it his mission to get you to the point where you could cum like that every time he went down on you. 

“I cant.” The way you looked at him had Bob’s heart beating so fast in his chest as his hands gently guided your hips. “Not until I get comfortable enough around a guy.” Fuck, you’d caught feelings…. But that was more than okay because so had Robert Floyd. “Guess I'm pretty comfortable.” You winked as your hands fell to his chest for stability. Bob groaned as you rode him slowly, expertly and oh so perfectly. The sounds you were making were music to his ears. 

“Hope so.” Bob managed to say before he was falling into a mess of fucks, shits and ohs. “Oh I really hope so.”

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#Strictlyscandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

Would bobby hold onto your tits while fucking you? #strictlyscandalous

Yes I wholeheartedly believe so. And the evidence I have to back my statement is this blurb from the first round of Strictly Scandalous.

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut ahead.

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If Robert Floyd could choose his own demise, he’d choose to die between your beautiful breasts. He’d die a happy and content man if his way out of here could be at the mercy of your voluptuous breasts. His face suffocating between them as you ride him, slowly but surely succumbing to the black hole that oxygen deprivation brings.

Bob Floyd was convinced if that were to be how he met his untimely demise—he’d be more than content. He just loved your tits so goddamn much.

“Fuck, baby—feels to good!” It’s the middle of the night, the only light shining through the living room is that from the TV, an episode of Lost on pause because you and Bob decided that you needed each other right this second. “Just like that baby, god—don’t stop.” Bobs ascended, he’s sure of it, how the hell he has such a pretty woman sitting on his cock, riding his length up and down to the hilt he has no idea. He still isn’t sure how he landed you—but whatever he did, he’s thankful for it.

“You like that? Do you, princess?” Bob’s smirking up at you as you card your fingers through his longer than usual hair. He’d grown it out recently, still in regulation but oh was he walking a thin line.

“So much, so so much Bob—“ It’s all the confirmation Bobs needs to keep the assault he’s started up, sucking harshly against your sensitive buds before gently taking your hardened nipple between his teeth—reveling in the sounds you make when he pulls back. “Ahh! Oh fuck!”

“Love your tits baby—“ Bob mules against the warmth of your skin. His cock twitching as he’s buried deep inside you. “So much, I could do this all day every day.”

“You really got a thing for my tits don’t you Lieutenant.” Stifling a laugh as you moved your hips in a slow, agonising rhythm to build the tension, Bob took one of your boobs in one hand and sucked on the other, switching up whenever he needed a breath.

“Oh baby you have no idea how obsessed with them I truly am.”

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Strictly Scandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd.

[ohtobeleah]

yes we want cuckold Jake 🙌🙌🙌

Cuckold Hangman huh? You dirty bitches. You read Cuckold Rooster and thought damn that was good but what about if it was Jake?

Well. This is what it would be like to cuckold Jake Seresin.

You’d ask Bob to participate. You know that out of everyone, Jake would get the most riled up listening to you moan on and on about just how good Robert Floyd could actually fuck if given the opportunity. He didn’t disappoint—and you were most certainly correct in your presumption.

“Ohhh god oh fuck, yes! Bob!!” It was torture to hear you screaming for another man. But the way Jake's cock throbbed against his lower abdomen was otherworldly. He’d never felt a pain so pleasurable. "So good baby, I bet you wish you were fucking me huh?" Your eyes never left Jakes as you teased him. "Too bad you can't, haven't been good enough, needed to find someone who could fuck me just right."

“You like it when I fuck you in front of your boyfriend huh?” Bob taunted as his hand came down roughly against your ass. Causing you to jolt forward on your hands before he was slamming you back against him. “Uh uh, no running—isn’t that right Hangman? We don’t run from a single inch.”

Jake couldn’t respond, his mouth had been stuffed with a pair of your panties before you’d tied one of his nice dress ties around his mouth. Gaging him. Of course he mumbled something in response. A needy, whiny mess as he strained against the cuffs that kept him bolted down in the chair in the corner. Forgotten about like an old toy you no longer wanted to play with.

“What was that?” You asked between Bob's harsh but oh-so-incredible thrusts. “He said he wants you to fuck me harder Bob.” Jake's eyes lit up with animosity, moaning incoherently around your panties as Bob fucked into you a little harder. His hands gripping at your hips, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. “Oh fuck—yes fuck me, Bob!”

“You feel so good Y/n, the way you’re clenching around my dick is gonna get you in trouble.” Bob groaned from behind you as he let his head fall back. Lazily thrusting in and out of you until he was close. Edging himself. “Wanna switch positions?” You didn’t response, you simply crawled up the bed a little while Bob fell to his back against the mattress. Jerking himself off while you sauntered over to where Jake sat. Fisting his cock in your hands as you whispered in his mouth.

“You love seeing me stuffed full, don’t you baby?” Nodding, Jake moaned around your panties as you straddled his waist. Grinding down against him. “Should I uncuff you and take you both? Or should I leave you here to sit in your own mess?” Again, Jake couldn’t speak, but you knew what he wanted you to do. Sinking down on him slowly for a few moments as Bob worked himself over on your bed.

“Mmmm, mmmm!” Jake couldn’t resist, the feeling of your slicked pussy clenching around his shaft was too much after being deprived for so long—he was a goner. Hot spurts of cum filling you up with only a few strokes. “Mmmm—!”

“I’m gonna go fuck Bob now baby, you stay here and take notes.” With Jakes cum dripping down your thighs, you sauntered back over to where Bob was laying. Patiently waiting. Straddling his waists as your hands took a hold of his shoulders for stability.

“Yeah Bagman—watch and learn.”

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#Stricklyscandalous // Jake Seresin

[ohtobeleah]

I’ve tried to get this concept out of my head but I can’t. It’s based on this post. I can’t stop thinking of a mid hike fuck with Bob. 🤤

Oh those visuals are literally giving me life right now.

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut ahead.

Bob Floyd strikes me as the type of person who absolutely demolishes anyone at cardio. He's not a weights guy, hats pushups, pullups, sit-ups and all the other ups there are. But mention a hike in any aspect, rain, hail or shine Robert Floyd is there with his hiking shoes on and T-shirt tucked into his shorts. 

“Bob!” You cried, down on your hands and knees looking at the view over the edge of the secluded lookout. “The rocks are digging into my knees!” It’s a whimper mixed of pleasure and pain. On one hand, Bobs fucking you deep and slow from behind, his hand wrapped in your sweaty ponytail–pulling your head back so that your voice carries over the valley. 

“You’ll be right princess.” Bobs letting out an airy sigh, reveling in the way your pussy feels clenching around his shaft. “Doing so well for me, such a good girl aren't you?” Bob said it as if he wanted an answer, so you gave him one as he thrust his hips against your ass, burying himself to the hilt. 

“Fuck, so good–so good for you baby.” It's raw and quick and rushed because at any moment anyone could be hiking up the same path you and Bob took to get here. But he just needed you now, he couldn't wait. “Bob–fuuughh–” 

“So pretty up here isn't it love?” Bobs painting as he fucks you a little faster, his fingernails are digging small crescent like shapes into your hips as he pulls you back down onto him. “Might have to capture the moment so I don't forget how good the view is up here really is.” 

“M’gonna lose my mind if you take pictures right now Robert Floyd!” It came out in broken drabs, but Bob heard you loud and clear, still–he reached for his phone, the grip he had in your hair tightened and it was unmistakable that it was you in the pictures he snapped. He makes one his background picture. Your exposed back on display, Bob's hand griped into your hair, the sunset illuminating your silhouette as the view just encapsulated your beauty. 

“Too late, had to.” It’s not missable in the way Bob sounds behind you that he's nearing the edge of his own high. “Really needed to be able to look back on this moment.”

“You’re a horn dog Lieutenant Floyd.” You chuckle, biting down into your bottom lips, feeling the coil inside you beginning to wind and wind and wind. “Stop messing around and fuck me before we get caught.” It's with that Bob laughs, he bites back a guttural moan before he's reaching forward and round to tease your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Yes ma'am–” Bob complies with your request, picking up the pace as the sun sets just on the horizon, committing it to memory how fucking perfect this all was. Knowing this was going to become a regular occurrence on your hikes together.

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Strictly Scandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

Hi Leah! For strictly scandalous can you please do…..Drunkenly hitting on Bob at the bar with everyone. Like it’s making him such a wreck. But he knows he can’t do anything because his morals physically won’t let him.

“Hangman—please, you gotta take your sister home before I crack and end up taking her home myself!” Bob was practically ripping his own hair out in sexual frustration.

“Yeah, okay—“ Bob remembers Jake sighing in defeat, his night had been cut short by your drunken antics. Downing the rest of his beer before he stood. Making a direct path your way through the crowded bar—pushing people side to side before he was slumping you over his shoulder. “Come on you horny bitch, let’s get you outta here before Robert here ruins his tighty whities”

“But it’s not midnight yet!” You huffed over your brother's shoulder as he carried you out of the bar. It was New Year’s Eve. You’d all been out celebrating yet another year that the entire squadron had lived through together. A team united in blood sweat and compassion.

“Yeah well for you it’s midnight enough—“

That’s what led Bob to this moment, he’s got his tighty whities around his ankles. His jeans too, he couldn’t waist a second kicking them off as he slouched back on his couch—vigorously jerking himself off to the thoughts of everything you’d said to him in what he could only assume was a drunken haze. Come the first of January, which would be in approximately four minutes—you’d forget ever having tried to get Bob to take you home. But the memory would serve Bob well for now as he pumped himself to the thought of you.

“I think I’d really like it if you and I got outta here a little earlier—“ You had whispered in his ear earlier that night after only two vanilla and rhubarb cocktails. He could smell the spirits lacing your breath and knew instantly he couldn’t. Not when you were inebriated. “You know, I have a thing for this weapons system officer who always stops by my shop before and after his flights.” The comments started early on and were on all accounts quite vanilla. But they still had Bob in a flurry—stroking himself senseless as he let himself moan your name and think about everything he’d do to you if he’d just given in and taken you back to his.

“Like what you see?” Bob had been staring at you all night, the dress you’d been wearing was beautiful and classy but he wanted nothing more than to rip it off your body. His first tightened a little more as he slowly his rhythm down a tad. Not wanting to get to his destination too quickly. “Wanna see a little more?” You’d started to lift your dress a little higher so Bob could see more of your thigh. He’d panicked and gripped your wrist, stopping you from exposing yourself. The giggle you’d let escape told him you knew what you were doing. Taunting him. “You’re looking awfully flushed there Robert—wanna go down to the beach and cool off?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you, stop this—now.” Bob was trying his darndest. His mother had raised a true southern gentleman. He never swore he never drank. And he certainly never taken a girl he liked home to fuck her brains out before he’d taken her out on a real date no matter how much she was trying to make him crack. You were testing his limits though. “You’re doing things to me—“ Bob remembers whispering through gritted teeth as he felt his jeans getting too tight for comfort. The way your teeth sunk into your bottom teeth made his chest hurt. They were heart palpitations surely. “I’m going insane here, please—“

“Would it drive you crazy to know I’ve been fucking myself to the thought of you almost every night since I was transferred here?” It did in fact drive him crazy, but what made Bob lose his goddamn mind was when he’d lost sight of you for all of five seconds before you were taking his hand and placing a balled up bunch of black lace in his hand. “Here, hold these will you? I don’t need them anymore.” Pumping himself as he sighed in relief, Bob remembered that you’d given him your panties. He’d pocketed them in a hurry—so nervous someone had seen what you had done as he looked around, losing you in the process.

“Ohhh god yess—Y/n, baby—please.” Bob's chest rumbled as he continued working himself over in the dark of his living room. Wishing his hand was you. He’d thought about how you might feel, if you’d take control or let Bob do the work. Either way he wouldn’t mind, just as long as he got to call you his.

“Touch me?” You had asked as you sat beside Bob at one of the booths. He’d thought maybe some food would do you good. Confiscating your last drink in favor of something hot and carb loaded. “Please Bob, wanna feel your hands on me.” Spreading your legs under the table, you helped guide Bob's hand between your legs. His finger softly trailed up your thigh—landing dangerously close to your core. “Go on, touch me baby.” That was the moment you had him, Bob was about to crack, take you home and fuck you senseless but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do that knowing how much you’d regret it in the morning. This was all alcohol—it had to be. “I’m so wet just thinking about how you’d feel inside me.”

“You don’t know how bad I want you.” Bob growled against your lips before he pressed his lips against yours. Remembering the sensation that ignited the moment you two connected. Like electricity coursing through his veins. “But I can’t—you regret it.”

“The only thing I regret is not dragging you off to the bathroom and sucking you off right now.” Nope, nope that was it—Bob was on his feet making a Beeline for your brother the second you’d said that because he knew that you weren’t joking. You had those fuck me eyes everyone’s told him you gave him on a regular basis that he’d never noticed before.

Now here he was, jerking himself off because Rober Floyd couldn’t make a move. His phone rang beside him. Your face lit up the dark living room. Before he could even register what he was doing. Bob was answering on speaker.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I wanted you to hear me say your name when I cum.” You were quick to explain as you moaned through the speaker. Bob pumped his fist against his slicked up cock as fast as he could. Too hard to think about the consequences they may come tomorrow. “Bob—! Oh Bob baby I’m so fucking close!” Holding your vibrator to your throbbing pussy. Legs splayed out as you bucked your hips against the intense vibrations. “Shit!! I’m gonna need you to tell me I can come for you Bob, please—please tell me I can come for you.” Was this phone sex? Was that what was happening right now? Or was Bob having a wet dream because he couldn’t tell. Either way? He wanted to play along.

“Oh you can cum for me any time, pretty girl.” Bob's drawl was way too prominent, a little more confident in the comfort of the darkness in his own living room. “God you sound so good moaning my name, shit—!” He was seconds away from release, trying to hold back his orgasm as Bob heard you yelp on the other side of the line.

“Ohhhh Bob I’m coming I’m coming I’m coming—!! Ahhhh fuck!”

“Oh I’m with you baby ahhhh—ohhhh ohhh yess!!” In respective houses, you came together. Bob all over his stomach as you laid there pulsing around your vibratory in a horny daze. Silence had never felt so loud as you collected your thoughts, Bob too.

“Hey Bob?”

“Yeah—?”

“Come over?”

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#strictlyscandalous // Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

WSO Threesome with Bob and Fanboy cause WSOs do it better #strictlyscandolus

Because WOSs do it better indeed. They really do. Imagine it though. 

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut. Double Penetration.

It has to be a double penetration type situation because how could you not want to be stuffed to the very brim with both of them at the same time. I mean just think about it with me for a minute or two.

Bobs got you on his stomach, hes supporting you from behind while hes fucking slow and deep thrusts into your pukering ass. Laying on his back against your mattress, his feet pressed into the covers as he lifts his hips to shove himself a little deeper inside you. Disappearing into you like your ass was made for him and only him. 

“Ahhh that's it, pretty girl, I've got you–feels so good for me though, how about you touch yourself for me?” Bobs mumbling through his southern drawl as your head falls back against his shoulder, kissing your temple as you moan out a mantra of pleasure that is just music to Bob's ears. 

“Ahhh Fuck! Bob, baby, s’big.” You're curling your clit, collecting your own arasoul as you do before Mickey is groaning at the sight. Reminding you of what's to come. 

“I know, I know darlin but you’re taking me so good, isn't she Mick?” Mickeys been kneeling at the end of your bed, pumping himself to the sight of Bob Floyd fucking your ass as he holds your knees apart. 

“So good baby, but let's see how well you do taking us both together.” It's the slow crawl Mickey does up the bed that has you itching at the anticipation. “Tell me you want me.” 

“I want you Micky, so fucking bad.” You're babbling at this point, you'd say whatever either of them wanted you to say in order to feel them both. “Fuck me–” Its all Mickey Garcia needs before hes slapping the tip of his length against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Watching as you try to run from him, but Bobs holding you still on top of him. 

“Oh no, no don't you run from us, pretty girl, we’re just getting started with you.” Bob hissed as he felt Mickeys pressing in, stretching you out and stuffing you full, slowly, but surely burying himself to the very hilt of his cock. 

“AAHHH FUCK!” Crying out you gritted your teeth, revealing in the pleasure that washed over you like a fucking tsunami. “Yess–ahh fugh–s’good, so fucking good!” 

“You look so pretty between us, baby.” Mickey cooed as he reached for your cheeks, squeezing your lips together. “Are you our fuck hole baby?” You nodded frantically, like if you didn't answer immediately all of this would stop and you'd be left empty. “Are you our dirty little fuck toy?” Again, without hesitation you nodded frantically, moaning as both men drove themself in and out of your respective holes.

“Ohhhh, fuck! Please–please don't stop.” Mickey's grip on your cheeks with Bob's hands snacking around to choke you gently mixed so well, you couldn't breathe, couldn't see through the tears as your face turned hot to the touch from the lack of oxygen. “Please don’t fucking stop–!” 

“Fuck Bob shes just begging for more isnt she, so greedy.” MIckey thought he'd pick up the pace in response to your pleas, thrusting himself in and out of your perfect cunt as sat back on his knees, removing his hand from your cheeks to lock his fists around your ankles to keep them high in the sky. “Cant wait to see how you walk around base tomorrow, dirty fucking whore huh?” 

“Such a greedy thing, look at how well she's taking us Mick, so tight and stuffed.” Bob let his head fall back against the mattress as he bucked his hips, his hands cupping at your ass as he took your full weight. “So good baby, oh so fucking good for us.” 

It felt otherworldy, Bob and Fanboy fucking your holes like you were there toy, their plaything. You'd never felt so full, so stuffed. You were a sweaty mess between the two aviators that were fucking you so dirty and raw. 

“I wanna cum!” Crying you groaned as you felt the familiar sensation of your orgasm approaching. “I wanna cum so bad please please please–ahhh fugh!” 

“You hear that Bob, She wants to cum for us.” Mickey was unrelenting in his pace, never stopping for a second as he brought one hand down to press the pad of his thumb against your clit. 

“Let's give her what she wants, Fanyboy, let's make her scream.” Bob growled as he fucked up into your ass fast and hard. When Mickey was pulling back Bob was thrusting in, a perfect rythem had been set to send you over the edge. “Cum for us baby, scream for us, show us how well we fuck you sensless.” 

You were listening, but had lost the ability to formulate a proper sentence as your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your jaw slacked. The back of your head hit Bob's shoulder as you came hard around Mickey's cock, clenching him to new extremes as your walls fluttered and your ass tightened. 

“FUCK!!!! Uuuhhhhh ffuugghhh yesss.!!” Trembling in between Mickey Garcia and BOb Floyd, they weren't anywhere near finished with you. Changing positions, manhandling you as you came down from the most intense high ever.  It was Bobs turn to have his way with you, and Mickeys turn to fuck your pretty ass. 

“Make sure you tell those pilot friends of yours that Weapons Systems Officers do it better baby.” Bob grinned as he leaned in to kiss your lips, thrusting into you without warning as you moaned his name into his mouth. 

“So much better.” Mickey did the same, shuffling beneath you, reaching around to guide himself into your ass. “We do it so much better.”

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Strictly Scandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd & Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

[ohtobeleah]

Doing this on anon because I'm not really confident yet >. > for your #strictlyscandalous blurbs, Bob Floyd being introduced to a femme fatale-esque fellow pilot? I leave the rest to your imagination ❤️

“Should we help him?” Mickey had gone into what he thought was cardiac arrest when he heard the commotion coming from inside the men’s showers on base. “If he’s in there with Venus he’s gonna end up on the news tonight." Fanboy teased as he threw his wet towel into the nearby hamper. Bob's near-painful grunts filled the gap between when he'd finished his last sentence to now. "Robert Floyd—dead at thirty-four.”

“Ahh! Ohh fuggh—!” The sounds of Bob moaning filled the changing room once again, only less painful and more pleasure-filled. The stream of hot water spewing from the shower head was doing nothing to muffle his cries. He never swore, ever. But you had cuss words dripping from his tongue like liquid gold. "I can't--fuck!" Bob pleaded, he was so in over his head it wasn't funny. But god it felt so good.

“Such a needy little boy—“ Mickey's eyes widened as he cupped a hand across his mouth so he didn’t spew out a slew of laughter. How the fuck had Bob managed to find himself in this position. “Beg for me baby—you can take it, I know you can.“ An unmistakable sound of a slap cracking against wet skin rang out throughout the changing room. Which body part it had collided with Fanboy wasn’t too sure. But it sounded like it stung in the most perfect way.

“Need it—ahhh fughh, need it so bad.” Bob cried before the same sound of an open-palm slap rang out. Fanboy flinched, holy shit Bob was getting his ass beat. Not to his surprise, you had a reputation for being a man-eater.

“It sounds voluntary—“ Jake smirked as he stood up from where he’d been changing out of his standard issue boots back into something more comfortable. “I say we let him learn his lesson not to feed the animals.” Jake had zero sympathy. He’d been there and done that a million times before. He knew girls like you like the back of his hand—like a Venus fly trap. Pretty enough to lure your prey in close enough to have them squirming in the palm of your hand—then you attack. Bob just happened to be on the menu. “It’s Venus for crying out loud, he should’ve known better than to mess around with her—“

“She’s gonna kill him, man—“

“She'll keep him breathing just enough, let him learn a valuable lesson.”

Mickey may have been right. If only he could see the way you were riding Bob on the floor of the shower. His back against the tiles as he babbled like a little bitch at everything you gave him.

“Such a pretty boy for me.” You had to keep Bob's head still by wrapping your hand around his throat, watching as his face turned a nice shade of dusty red as you constricted his airway. “You gonna cum for me huh Floyd? gonna cum so soon? can't you handle me huh?" You were killing him, truly Bob couldn't breathe. But the way it made him feel was otherworldly. he didn't want you to stop as his body tumbled under you as his hands gripped as your hips, nails near drawing blood as his grip tightened the closure he got to his high.

“Pl-please.” Bob's practically sobbing as you slow down the pace. “Please, I’m begging—“ When you slap his cheek a little harsher than the last two times his eyes grow wide as you let him breathe again. Gasping as you picked up the speed you were flicking your hips and he was done for. “Ohhhh fugghh I’m cumming!” It hurt just as much as it felt amazing as you rode Bob through his high. He couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t control his appendages as he twitched and babbled incoherent nonsense. Flooding you with everything he could give you.

“Lay the fuck down.” You barked as Bob did what he was told. Mesmerised as you climbed him like a tree. Sitting perched on his face for a moment. “Fuck! Ahhh eat my cunt Bobby, clean your fucking mess.” He’d never had a woman speak to him this way before. He was addicted, needy for more and oh so thankful for what you gave him. "Ohhhh fuck yes! use that fucking tongue." Leaning yourself back on Bob's chest, you pinched his nipples to the point he was hissing into your cunt.

"Fuck!" Again, you had him begging into your cunt as you smothered is face. "Mmmm hurts." But he felt amazing.

“Holy shit what happened to your cheek?” Phoenix ran her hand delicately across Bob's slightly reddened cheek when he stumbled into the Hard Deck a little later on that same afternoon. “Did someone hit you?” Bob noticed the way Fanboy choked on his beer and Hangman snickered as he took his shot at darts. Fuck, they knew.

“I think I just got laid, or—mugged, or both—“ Bobs rubbing his neck, still throbbing from where you’d choked him out. “I’m not sure yet.”

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#StricklyScandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd