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The Curveball Part 3 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: One date with Molly, and Bob knows he's a lost cause. She's perfect and lovely and she seems to want him back. But he's never been with a woman like her, and his insecurity hits him when he wishes it wouldn't.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, 18+

Length: 5600 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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As Molly led Bob inside to her apartment, he started to get nervous. The fluorescent lights in the building were bringing everything back into focus for him. She had told him to go slow when they were in his truck, but then everything sped up again.

When she pulled him into the elevator, she pressed him up against the wall as she selected the sixth floor. Then she gently wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her fingers in his hair soothed him, and he kissed her back. His eyes were closed, and the sensation of Molly's hands moving down his body to the open button of his jeans was almost too much.

"Let's go," she whispered once the elevator stopped. Her fingers brushed along his abs before she reached for his hand.

Bob stumbled along after her, heart pounding as she unlocked her door and smiled up at him over her shoulder. But once they were inside, she locked her door and took both of his hands in hers.

"You seem nervous now, Bob," she whispered, pulling him close and wrapping his arms around her waist. She placed both of her palms on his chest and leaned up to press one soft kiss to his neck. "What's wrong?" She gazed up at him without pressuring him to say something before he was ready.

So Bob took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I just... are you sure you want to do this with me? I don't want this to be just one night, Molly. I don't think I could handle that."

Somehow, her gaze softened further. "Bobby. If this is how good it feels to be with a sweet guy, then I've been doing this stuff wrong for a while. Very, very wrong."

"I want to be good for you," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her lips. "So you'll want me."

Molly giggled against his lips. "Bob. I want you. And I don't always do this, okay? I don't. But you..." She stopped talking and moaned, her head tipped back and her lips parted. "You have me so worked up, Bobby. It's been weeks of you teasing me. All the texting and flirting. And I want you."

"I want you, too." Bob's lips met her neck and she moaned louder. His hands were up under her dress, skimming along her thighs up to her butt. She was so soft and perfect, he'd deal with tomorrow's disappointment if it came. But not right now. Because she was pulling his dress shirt off and tossing his undershirt on the floor as well.

"Fuck," she whispered, as if to herself when she kissed his sternum and wrapped her hands around his biceps. "You're so hot." Then her hands were moving down to his unbuttoned fly and unzipping his jeans.

He tried to think of a blizzard. A snowy day on the ranch in Wyoming. An ice cold glass of water. Anything other than how hot his body felt as Molly's hand slipped inside his jeans. She looked up at him as she palmed him through his underwear and grinned.

Polar ice caps. Penguins. A frozen lake. It wasn't working as she kissed his chest again and slid her hand inside his underwear.

"Molly," he gasped as her hand wrapped around his cock. His hands came up to her waist as he pushed himself against her palm. It felt like he had no control over his body. "Honey."

"Yes, Bobby?" she asked in that innocent voice that would haunt his daydreams for the rest of his life while she stroked him.

Every coherent response was stolen from his mind as she kissed his chin and then sank down to her knees in front of him. When her tongue ran across her parted lips, Bob groaned. And when she pulled him free from his underwear and gasped, he reached for her cheek.

"Please?" she asked just before her lips touched his tip. Bob stroked her soft skin and nodded his head. And then she took him between her lips and into her warm, wet mouth.

"God," he groaned, eyes on hers as she took him deeper until he was shaking with need. Then she sucked on him, every inch of him until, with a soft pop, he was free of the glorious feeling of Molly.

She moaned, "Lieutenant Floyd," and the only thing Bob wanted was more of her mouth. More of her tongue. And then, miraculously, he got exactly what he wished for when she parted her lips for him again.

The most beautiful woman in the world was giving Bob an enthusiastic blowjob. She took him deep and then sucked on him over and over again. He could see the imprint of his cock pressing on her hollowed out cheeks with every jerky movement. Molly was moaning softly and cupping his balls and licking him all over.

When she took a breath and looked up and said, "Bobby, you're huge," he hauled her back to her feet.

She looked surprised as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his mouth to hers. Bob twitched in her hands where she was still holding his length. "I can get you off with my mouth, if you want," she whispered, looking up at him through her lashes.

Bob nodded, in complete awe of her. "I'm sure you could, Honey," he agreed, swallowing hard. But he knew he wouldn't last another minute with her mouth on him, and he desperately wanted to be good enough for her. Make her feel so good, she'd ask him to stay.

But now she was guiding him back to the oversized armchair as she pulled his pants down around his thighs. He stumbled backwards with all of the fabric bunched around his knees, and he could feel himself blushing as he sat down hard. But then Molly was settling onto his lap, and Bob almost jumped out of his skin as he felt her bare pussy gliding along his cock.

But she just settled there and kissed him softly before adjusting his glasses and telling him, "Your eyes are my favorite color. Not green and not blue."

"Greenish-blue," Bob said at the same time she did, and then she was smiling against his lips as she kissed him and nibbled on him. The occasional moan and wet sound had him rubbing himself up against her warmth as his hands settled on her thighs. Bobby felt like he was flying.

"You have nice hands, too," she whispered, wiggling against him. "Big and rough. But you're too sweet to ever hurt me with them." He let his big, rough hands dig into the flesh of her hips and waist, inching her dress up.

No. This was better than flying.

"Molly," he groaned, head tipped back and glasses crooked. "You're perfect."

She looked at him as she scooted forward a few inches and smiled. Bob's tip was right there, right at her opening, but she wasn't even undressed yet. He eased the fabric up a little higher, entranced by the view of her slick pussy and his cock.

"It's okay, Bobby. You can take it off."

He nodded as he ran his hands up her body along with the dress, and he saw that Molly had a bouquet of blooming flowers tattooed up along her left side. "That's pretty," he murmured about both the tattoo and her body. She kissed him softly as he pulled the dress up and over her head and let it fall onto the chair next to him.

Bob's heart stopped beating and a strangled noise escaped the back of his throat. "Oh," he grunted. He'd never be able to speak coherently again. He'd never not have an erection again for the rest of his life. Because just when he thought he couldn't be more turned on, he discovered that Molly had pierced nipples.

His lips were on her breasts before he could stop himself. He wrapped his hands around to her back and pulled her closer to him as he tasted first her right nipple and then her left.

"Bobby!" Her cry was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He'd never encountered anything like this before, but he knew he'd never want anything else. The way the little metal barbells felt against his tongue as he licked and sucked was amazing. And when he met her eyes as he sucked on her, she was biting her lip and whining.

Then Molly reached behind herself and grabbed his cock. He groaned as she sunk down around him, her pussy wet and tight. Perfect little sounds of pleasure escaped her as she kissed him. Bob cupped her breasts, enjoying the feel of the barbells as he pinched and pulled on them gently.

"Oh, god," she moaned as she started rolling her hips when he bottomed out. She pushed her fingers through his hair and positioned his head so he was looking up at her face, already pinched with pleasure. "You're fucking huge. Just like your goddamn hands." She was tugging gently on his hair as she rode him so well, Bobby knew he had fundamentally changed in the last five minutes. He would never be the same.

"You feel better than anything I've ever encountered," he managed, his voice deep and raspy. "Molly." He held her hips as she fucked him. His lips trailed along her neck and down to those perfect nipples again, sucking and nibbling on them. "Perfect," he whispered, dipping his nose down to rub along the piercings.

He wanted to do the filthiest things to her body. Wanted to have her every single way he could think of. He also wanted her to melt against him, exhausted, sated, and in love. "Does that feel good?" he asked, looking at her as he bucked upward.

"Jesus, Bobby," she gasped, those pretty breasts bouncing as he thrust up again. He chased them with his lips and his tongue, tugging the barbells gently with his teeth while Molly got even louder.

She rolled her hips, so tight around him, and Bob realized he could feel the pull of pleasure building in his spine. He wanted this to last all night, but he was close. Molly's hands were grabbing his shoulders, eyes wide as she rode him faster. And when he brought his thumb down along her tattoo and around to her clit, she almost screamed for him.

"Oh! Fuck, Bobby!" she cried. So he stroked her again and again. "Jesus Christ!" She was fluttering around his cock, back arched as he tasted her tits again.

"You're so beautiful," he muttered against her skin. "Everything." She squeezed him tighter, and he gripped her butt, ready to cum from how good she felt.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" she chanted, voice breaking. "Please!" And then a look of surprise bloomed across Molly's flawless face as she groaned, "I'm about to come." And she did. She clenched around his cock as she shook in Bob's arms. She was whining and keening incoherently. She was bumping up and down on his cock. She was stunning.

"Me too," he whispered, brushing her nipples with his thumbs and spurting inside her as she leaned down to press needy kisses all over his lips. The way she moved her hips, drawing everything out of him, made him moan her name. He stayed buried deep while Molly's lips brushed along his neck. Her fingers were soft, threading through his hair. And it seemed as though the only thing she could say right now was Bobby.

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Molly just sat there gaping at Bob with her fingers in his silky hair. He was still nestled inside her, his big cock growing softer while he stroked her skin with those beautiful hands. His lips were parted, and his glasses were crooked, and he was just so damn handsome. And most impressively, he made her cum.

It was unbelievable, really. She never came the first time with a new partner. Never. Not even close. She had to break them in, teach them what she liked, train them. She had to use her piercings as a reward for all the dumb men she slept with just to get them to coax an orgasm out of her.

But not Bob. No, not Lieutenant Cute Glasses. This man seemed to know exactly what she liked. And she sensed that he knew her nipples were pierced just as much for her as they were for him.

Molly thought, as she kissed his softly parted lips, that it must have been the angle that did it for her. Or the size of his very attractive penis. Or both. Because that orgasm was delicious. She wondered if he could do it again. She hoped he could. She was attached to him and his glasses and his perfect kisses. She was addicted to his hands and his eyes and the way he talked to her. She couldn't get enough of the way he held doors and drove like an elderly person and got her gas station flowers.

"My flowers," she gasped against his mouth. "I left them in your truck." She wanted them in her kitchen so she could see them when she made coffee in the morning.

"Oh," Bob grunted, nodding slightly. "I'll go get them for you." Of course he would do that. He was practically perfect.

Molly eased herself away from him slowly, not wanting to give him up just yet. "Thanks," she whispered. "I love those flowers." She let him slip out of her as she stood, and she could feel his cum running down her thighs as he stared up at her.

Then his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. "Molly. We didn't use a condom. I didn't even bring a condom."

She leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose. "I'm on birth control, Coach Cute Glasses. And I trust you."

"Oh," he sighed, brushing his lips against hers. "Okay."

Then the sight of him standing before her, tall and strong with his jeans down around his knees had her biting her lip and grinning. He looked flustered with red cheeks and wild hair. And just knowing that she was the one responsible for putting him in such a state made her blood hot.

Oh no. She wanted him again already. She wanted to take him to her bed and do it all over again.

Bob reached for his underwear and jeans and pulled them up, but his eyes were all over her body. She felt no shame. She never did when she was naked. Was she perfect? No. Did guys lose their minds anyway? Often.

"I'll go get your flowers," Bob whispered, and she kissed him hard on the lips.

"I'll be waiting."

She watched him scoop up his undershirt and slip it on over his lanky, muscular body. His glasses were still crooked on his face as he dug his keys out of his pocket, and with one more soft look at her, he was gone.

Molly took a minute to visit the bathroom, and she made sure her makeup still looked okay. Her mascara was a little smudged, which somehow made her look exactly the way she wanted to right now. So she left it. And then she was pulling on Bob's dress shirt and doing the middle two buttons when he walked back into her apartment.

He had fixed his hair a bit and straightened out his glasses, and the desire to mess them up again made her feel like perhaps she was already in over her head. Casey and the rest of her collection of bad boys never made her feel this good. Shit.

Bob's pretty eyes were wide as he examined her from head to toe and back up again. She didn't pressure him to say anything yet. She knew he was the type who really measured his words before he spoke them, and she loved that. It made everything he said feel more intentional and sincere.

"You're beautiful," he said softly, holding out the vase of colorful, gas station flowers. She took them with both hands and a thudding heart and turned toward her kitchen. She felt short of breath, because Bob Floyd thought she was beautiful. Not sexy. Not hot. Not just right for the night. But beautiful.

Now she was the one who needed an extra moment to process what she wanted to say as she set the vase down next to her coffee maker. Okay, so she'd ask him to stay. She had to work in the morning, but so did he. She would have to leave early, but maybe he wouldn't mind taking her back to her car. And then if he was free this weekend, maybe they could go out again. She would ask him this time. Oh, a movie would be great. She could snuggle up with him, feed him some popcorn, maybe give him a blowjob on the ride back here.

Bob cleared his throat as she walked back toward him, pushing up the long sleeves of his shirt over her elbows.

"I'll just...head out now," he said, nodding his head toward her door. Molly's heart sank as he added, "I can get my shirt from you later. Or you can just...keep it." He looked almost as disappointed as Molly felt. What had she done wrong? He was really going to leave. She wasn't what he was looking for after all.

"Bob?" she asked softly as he turned toward the door. "Why don't you want to stay?"

He spun back around as she nibbled nervously on her thumbnail.

"I mean, you obviously don't have to," she told him. "I just thought maybe you'd want to."

"I do," he replied, quickly this time. "You want me to stay?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed, apprehensive about saying anything else. And then his big hands were at her waist, bunching up the fabric of the dress shirt as he pulled her closer to him. "Stay," she demanded before he kissed her.

"I will," he promised. "Just wasn't sure you'd want me to, Mo."

Mo. Holy shit. Her legs felt suddenly weak as she wrapped her arms around his neck and absolutely devoured his mouth. Desire thrummed through her. Mo.

She tried to convey how she felt through her kisses, because words were failing her. She was more of a physical presence anyway. And Bob was responding to her now, hands sliding lower and kisses getting rougher.

"Do you want to see my bed?" she asked against his lips as she raked her fingers through his hair. Finally he looked just the way she liked again. Messy hair, glasses askew, freshly kissed lips, and awestruck expression.

"Yes. Please," he grunted softly, and she was more than happy to lead him to her room.

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Bob was in over his head. Molly wouldn't stop touching him and kissing him, and now he was in her bed. And they were having sex again. And it felt too good to be true. And she was beautiful and perfect. Sunny and warm. And she wanted him here. She wanted him to spend the night.

Her pristine legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was buried deep inside her. "Bobby," she whined leisurely, the pace unhurried now as her fingers combed softly through his hair. When he reached for his glasses, she shook her head and told him no and pouted playfully. "You're Coach Cute Glasses, not Coach No Glasses."

So he kept them on. And that was fine with him, because he could see her with crystal clarity underneath him as she whined for him. Bob brushed those barbell piercings with his lips, and she got even louder. He was already obsessed with how they felt in his mouth, how he liked to play with them while he thrust into Molly over and over again.

"Oh god, Bobby."

"You feel good, Mo?"

"Hell yes!" she cried, yanking on his hair until his lips were on hers. He held her left side, covered in her tattoo while he toyed with those little barbells with his other thumb. She was whimpering and nibbling on his lips as he fucked her.

"Tell me what else you like?" he whispered, slowing his thrusts. Because he was getting close again. Honestly, he was impressed he lasted as long as he had both times. And this didn't feel like a first date to Bob. He felt like he knew her so well, but he wanted to know everything.

She moaned and turned her head to the side, suddenly looking bashful. "I like wearing your shirt around."

"You can keep it forever," he told her, and she giggled. "What else do you like?" he asked, stroking her skin with his hands as he tasted her neck.

"Mmm," she hummed in pleasure. "I like how strong you are, and the way you treat me." She was quiet for a beat while her words washed over him. "I liked it when you called me beautiful."

"You are," he promised. "Everything about you. So, so beautiful."

With a loud moan, she turned her face to his and kissed him everywhere. His glasses were precariously crooked as he felt the delicious squeeze of Molly's pussy around his cock. He was there, and she was close, so he eased his fingers down to her clit and she squeezed him harder as she came, shaking against him.

Bob's thrusts grew shallow as he panted her name next to her ear. "Molly. Molly. Molly." He filled her up and let his forehead rest on her shoulder, idly stroking her nipple with his fingertips until her little quakes of pleasure subsided.

"Oh my god," she gasped, covering her face with her hands. Then she looked at him in shock as he kissed her jaw and lips before pulling away a few inches.

"Okay," she said, straightening out his glasses but keeping him inside her with her legs around his waist. "The first time, I figured it was a fluke. But now you're really on a roll, Lieutenant."

"A...fluke?" he asked, suddenly concerned. What had he done wrong?

"Mmhmm," she hummed, stroking his stubbled cheek with her thumb. "You made me cum twice now."

He swallowed hard and let her kiss him, but he was perplexed. "Isn't that a... good thing?"

"It's a fucking great thing, Bobby." Her eyes were bright, and she looked pleased. "I never cum with a new partner the first couple times."

"Oh." It was chemistry. He was sure of it. There was something between them that was making everything even better, and Bob felt it, too. It had to be that, because he wasn't better than other guys. Definitely not in this way.

"I don't know what you're doing to me," she whispered, kissing his cheek softly, "but please don't stop."

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It was late, and Molly was snuggled up in bed with her head on Bob's shoulder. His voice was so close to her ear, and she couldn't get enough of it as she asked him a million questions just to hear him answer.

"What's your favorite kind of fruit?" she asked with a laugh, because he had to know by now that she was just obsessed with listening to him.

"Granny Smith apples," he replied as she stroked her fingers through his sparse chest hair.

"Granny Smith apples?" she asked, glaring up at him as he smiled. "That's the worst kind!" God, she loved teasing him. He was fucking sweet and perfect. And Molly was already in love with teasing him and making him blush.

"They're good in apple pies," he replied, running his fingers along her bare arm and making her shiver. "I don't like things that are too sweet. Well... except for you, I guess."

"Mmhmm," she hummed happily. "You managed to save your answer at the end there. Good job, Uncle Bob. Now, what's your favorite color?"

"Navy blue."

"Navy blue?" she asked, rolling fully onto his chest. She almost moaned at how good her piercings felt rubbing against his bare chest like this. "Navy blue. Floyd! You're in the navy! You can't pick navy blue!"

"It's been my favorite since before I was in the navy, so it counts, right?" he asked, grinning at her. Oh, he was good at this game.

"Ugh, you're skating by on a technicality," she sighed, feigning exasperation. "I'm simply too afraid to ask you anything else tonight. You're liable to break my heart if you tell me you like lima beans or hate chocolate cake or something," she muttered, kissing his lips softly.

She had intended to tell Bob that it was time to go to sleep, that she was tired from the two gorgeous orgasms he gifted to her. But his lips were soft and his hands were big, and they ended up making out for such a long time, that her heart was overflowing with happiness.

"You're so handsome," she whispered, finally removing his smudged glasses for him and setting them on her nightstand. She kissed the bridge of his nose and his rosy cheeks. "I've been crushing on you for weeks."

Bob laughed softly as he met her eyes. "Molly, you have no idea. You don't even know the half of it. But it's late, Honey. Let's get some sleep?"

When she nodded, he pulled her snug against him once again. "I have to work at nine," she whispered. "My alarm is set for seven, because if I don't get to have you one more time in the morning, I'll be cranky all day at work."

"You have me, Molly," he whispered, lacing his fingers with hers as she yawned. "In so many ways."

As she drifted off to sleep, she could feel Bob's lips on her forehead as he said, "I love you, Mo."

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Bob ran his soapy hand all over Molly's tattoos. Her laughter and soft moans filled her small shower enclosure as he nipped at her neck. The spray of warm water hit her skin, sending little droplets rolling down between her breasts and along her elegant shoulders. They had just been intimate again in her bed, and Bob had very much so enjoyed the sight of his sticky spend on her legs as she led him to the shower.

"I could look at you all day," he whispered, and she bit her lip, playing coy.

"I'd let you," she replied, chin high in the air, head back against the tile wall. "Let's schedule that for Sunday?"

Bob groaned as her hand wrapped around his stiffening cock. She kept eye contact with him while she gently, slowly pumped her hand along his length.

"Would be a day well spent," he murmured. cupping her cheeks in his hands and kissing her until she was moaning and squeezing him a little tighter with her hand. "Don't know if I could look at something as perfect as you without touching though."

"Coach Bob," Molly whined, eyes wide. "Don't test me. Sweet guys get shower blowjobs."

Bob could be sweet. Bob could be the sweetest guy Molly had ever encountered. She had briefly had her lips on him there last night, and he knew he wanted more. And he was living for these little games she played with him.

He kissed her lips and told her, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"That's it!" she said, shaking her head and dropping to her knees as Bob's back blocked the shower spray. "I tried to fucking warn you, but you didn't listen." Then her lips parted as she took him between them onto her plush tongue, and it took everything inside Bob not to blurt out the same thing he told her last night as she was falling asleep on him.

He loved her. He knew he didn't stand a chance. But spending the night here at her place made it so much worse. So much more obvious. And now she was sucking his dick and nuzzling his balls, and yeah, she was really good at this physical stuff. But that was only part of it for him. Because right now, he just wanted to skip work and spend the whole day with her, doing anything she wanted to do. And Bob never, ever thought about skipping work.

"Mo," he gasped as she took him deep so that he was seeing stars. He leaned against the wall with one hand and ran his fingertips along the delicate shell of her ear with the other. She looked up at him with her mouth full. Beautiful. So beautiful.

When he was close, she kissed him along his length and jerked him off, letting him cum all over her face and her gorgeous, pierced nipples. He was panting and out of breath, running his hands along her messy cheeks as she licked him from her lips and stood up. When she started wiping his mess up with her fingers and licking them clean, he groaned and kissed her lips. He'd never encountered a woman like this before. He was shocked by his attraction to her. But he also knew this was the only one he wanted now.

"Bobby," she whispered against his lips with a soft giggle. "We'll be late for work if we don't focus."

"Well, I can't focus around you, Honey. So you're going to need to take the lead."

She preened at his attention as she got herself cleaned up. She handed him a fluffy towel and reminded him that he could use her spare, pink toothbrush. So he brushed his teeth and watched her put moisturizer on her face followed by a little bit of makeup that made her eyes look even prettier.

"Everyone is going to notice that I didn't shave this morning," he told her when she ran her fingers along his jaw. "Nat's gonna give me hell. So will Bradley."

"I love that," she told him, kissing his chin.

Then he followed her to her bedroom and watched her pull on some maroon scrubs with her name embroidered on the top. He dressed in his clothes from yesterday, but he left his dress shirt on her bed. He'd told her she could keep it forever. He would give her anything he had if she said she wanted it.

"Coffee?" she asked, leading him to the kitchen like a magnet. She reached for two mugs that were so hideous, Bob figured Everett must have painted them for her when he was younger. And then she filled them both and handed him one. He sipped his black while she added sugar and creamer to hers until it looked almost white.

And she did all of this like it was her normal routine. Like today was nothing special. And then Bob started to panic again as Molly blew on her coffee and looked up at him. Those gorgeous eyes. Those pretty, puckered lips. He would be devastated. As his eyes caught on the vase of flowers next to the coffee maker, he blurted out, "Molly, I don't want you to go out with Casey. Or anyone else."

"Oh," she gasped as she lowered her mug from her lips.

"I want to... be the only one," he managed, and he knew he was blushing. He knew he was making a fool of himself, but he was afraid of not saying something.

She pressed her lips together and that coy smile returned. "You want to be the only one, Bob? The only guy I'm with? The only one in my bed and my pussy?" she asked as she smirked.

Bob was beyond flustered now, but he was also annoyed. He wanted a straight answer as he set his mug down a little hard on the counter and kissed her hard on the lips. "Are you going to see Casey again?" he asked, and he could see his irritated reflection in her eyes.

"Casey?" she asked, cocking her head slightly to the side. "Who's Casey? Never heard of him."

Bob examined her smirking face. "What does that mean, Honey?"

She flung her arms around his neck and kissed his stubble. "Means I'm not going out with anyone except you anymore, Lieutenant gives-girls-three-orgasms-in-a-row."

He still wasn't exactly sure how he'd managed to pull this one off. But he held her tight and kissed her while he let his hands explore her perfect body over her scrubs. "I like that," he told her with a nod before resting his forehead on hers. "We need to go now so I can run home and change into my uniform." He still had to take her back to her car which was at the tee ball field.

Molly whimpered softly. "When can I see you in your uniform?"

Bob smiled and promised, "Anytime you want."

"This weekend?" she asked, running her hand along his undershirt. Then Bob remembered that it was Friday. Molly was watching Everett for her sister tonight so that Bob could treat the Team Mom to a drink at the Hard Deck. She had been helping him with tee ball while Bradley was up in Lemoore.

"Tonight? You want to come to my place after your sister gets home? I won't keep her out late at the bar."

Molly laughed. "You better not, she's a lightweight!" Then she pushed him toward her door and grabbed her bag on the way. "Let's go get my car so we can both go to work so I can get to your place sooner." And that sounded like perfection to Bob.

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Bob fucks. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

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nicoline1998enilocin · 7 months

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Eyes on me

Pairing | Husband!Robert Downey Jr x Wife!Female!Reader

Word count | 1.2K

Summary | Robert comes home from an extended filming period, and you're desperate to have him fill you up again. He can barely make it inside before you're all over him, but it's the best 'welcome home' he could have dreamed of.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, established relationship (husband and wife), age gap (Robert: mid to late 40s, Reader: is early to mid-30s), porn without plot, smut (daddy kink, dirty talk, oral (M receiving), masturbation (F receiving), hair pulling, throat fucking, cum swallowing).

A/n | I want to give a big (😉) thanks to @ccbsrmsf1 for drooling over his body with me because he's an absolute Greek God of a man! I hope you enjoy what I did with this brainchild of mine because I sure as hell know it was fun to write, hehe 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Robert just got home from an extended filming period, and you've rarely been more desperate for him than you are now. As soon as he walks in the door, you're greeting him with a brand new set of dark green lingerie you bought just for this occasion.

Before he can even get so much as a ''welcome home!'' out of his mouth, you've pushed him against the door; your mouth crashed onto him in a dominating, passionate kiss. The groan vibrating in his chest lets you know how good he feels, and you're glad you decided to surprise him like this.

Your kiss moved from his pink, plump lips to the scruff on his jaw and down his neck to the sensitive spot below his ear. The grunt tumbling off his lips has you smiling into your kiss, and you can't help but let your hands wander to push the jacket off his back, followed by opening the buttons of his shirt.

''Fuck, feels so good, Gorgeous,'' he says with a raw edge to his voice, and it makes the arousal in your panties only grow more. When his shirt is on the floor, you kiss further down his body, only stopping to tug, roll, and nibble on his ever-so-sensitive nipples.

His hands find their way into your hair as he pulls you up for another deep, passionate kiss that has the butterflies in your stomach swirling like never before.

''Let me make you feel good, Daddy,'' you whisper into his ear after you pull away again, and the goosebumps in his neck tell you just how badly he wants it. His cock is already uncomfortably hard in his tight jeans, and when you palm him through them, he lets his head fall back against the door.

Robert's jaw is slightly slack, every hot breath and moan freely leaving his throat. You sink to your knees slowly, your lips ghosting over his abs and placing hot, open-mouthed kisses now and again. Your long, slender fingers have reached the waistband of his jeans, and they pop open the button effortlessly.

After his zipper, you pull his pants down in a single, smooth motion until it's bunched on the floor, and when you realize he's not wearing any underwear, you moan at the sight.

His dick was leaning forward a little from the weight and curved deliciously to the left with a bead or pre-cum leaking from the tip.

''Is this just for me, Daddy?'' you say as you look up at him with blown pupils, the color of your eyes not visible anymore from pure arousal, and you're eyes look a little glossed over, too.

''Absolutely, Gorgeous. Why don't you make Daddy feel good by sucking on it a little?'' he says with a sly smirk, and you happily listen to what he wants.

Your hands slide over his thighs, and you revel in the feeling of the dark hairs adorning them, up to the dips of his thighs, so close to where he needs you, yet not close enough.

''Gorgeous, don't be a fucking tease,'' he growls at you, and after giving him a crooked smile, you lean forward and make tiny kitten licks over his tip, his head falling back against the door again with a loud thud.

Your lips wrap around his tip, and you suckle ever so slightly, and it makes Robert's back arch away from the door, pushing himself deeper into your mouth, and you take the opportunity to grab two handfuls of his perfectly round ass.

At first, you massage them softly while slowly working more of his dick into your mouth because it's always a stretch - one you'll happily get accustomed to every single time, in every single hole he feels like using that day.

''Fuck, that's it, Gorgeous; that throat is nice and tight for me, can't wait to fuck it and shoot my cum deep into it. Make you swallow it all like a cumslut,'' he says, and the moan that you let out makes Robert push into you again, hitting your gag reflex this time.

''C'mon, relax for Daddy; I know you want to be my good girl,'' he says, and you pull back, needing to ask him something.

''M-May I touch myself, Daddy? 'M so wet,'' you say with an innocent look. Robert strokes your cheek softly with his thumb, and you lean into his touch as you close your eyes. These sweet moments are the ones you love so much, making the act so much more intimate.

''Yes, you may, Gorgeous, but I always want your eyes on me. Want to see how you fall apart on those fingers while you suck my cock like the cockslut you know you are for Daddy,'' he says, and you nod in agreement.

He grabs hold of his dick, and he taps your tongue a few times as you stick it out, letting a few more beads of pre-cum fall onto your tongue as you wrap your mouth around him again.

Your fingers slide into your panties as you look up at him like he told you to do. There's nothing you ever wanted more than being his good girl, and you're willing to do everything to earn that praise from him.

His fingers weave into your hair, and he gets a tight grip, ensuring he can use you just how he wants. You know that if it's too much, you can always tap his thigh twice, and in the past, you've had to a couple of times to which he listened immediately. Because of that, you can let go as you trust him fully.

With slow, deliberate movements, he thrusts into your throat, and you relax it as much as you can until he slides past and deep into your throat as you take all of him, and your nose is pressed against his pubic bone.

Your fingers rub through your soaking folds as you try to get the edge off, but you're careful not to do too much since you're already on the edge of an orgasm.

Robert pulls back and thrusts a few more times to ensure he's good to go, and when you let out an impatient moan around him, he tightens the grip on your hair without warning, and he starts fucking your throat in earnest, chasing his high right now.

''Oh, fuck. Doing so well for Daddy, you cumming on those fingers yet, Gorgeous? That's it, let go for Daddy,'' he says, and you can't help it as you're shaking and trembling as your fingers find your clit and work you through a mind-bending orgasm right now.

''Shit, gonna fucking cum for you, Gorgeous, swallow it!'' he says, and with a few more sloppy thrusts, he shoots his cum deep into your throat, making you swallow it all while he stares deep into your eyes as if he's staring into your soul.

He pulls out, and you stick out your tongue to show him you swallowed it all before he crouches down and pulls you into a passionate kiss, which is all clashing teeth and tongue, but it is nothing short of perfect.

When he pulls away, you look at him with those glossy eyes he loves so much, and you croak out three simple words.

''Welcome home, Daddy.''

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kittyamore0 · 1 year

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Hii do you still write for Jill? She’s honestly really underrated and I love her so much.

A/N: Of course I do! A/N: Shes one of my favorite ghostface! A/N: I do agree shes very underrated

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☼| FANDOM/GENRE: Scream 4, dark romance, horror

☼| PARING: Jill Roberts x GN! Reader

☼| RATING: SFW

☼| WRITING STYE: One-shot

☼| TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @illvcei, @h34rtsformilli

☼| POV: 2nd person

☼| REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy, or steal my ideas!

☼| CW: Attempted murder, murder, mentions of knives, knife usage, killings, blood, cheating, forced relationship, stalking, mentions of cheating, threatening, arguing, fake feelings

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╰┈➤ Jill hated you, at first. You were Trevor's new lover, and she hated Trevor even more. You were a kind person at heart, and she knew that, but why Trevor? He's a cheating asshole.

Trevor would go and flaunt you around, even if you weren't comfortable with it. He had no respect for your boundaries. He would even dare to come up to Jill and beg for her back when he was with you, and then bring you up when she said no.

No person, crazy or not, would date Trevor. She thought you were using him for popularity in her highschool. Until she noticed you were always uncomfortable around him, and rarely wanted to participate into whatever bullshit he tried to get himself into.

You didn't speak about Trevor at all to your friends either. It was like he was indulging in you and you were just trying to pull away and left be.

So, she decided to stalk you, just to see what your intentions were with Trevor.

During her silent observations, she found herself beginning to become infatuated by you the more she watched you. She made little notes of what'd you tend to do at home.

What your schedule was, where you hid certain stuff, what kinds of food you like and keep in your pantry, your routines, how long and how much you eat. How much time you spend in your room.

And soon enough, she was obsessed with you.

Always seeking for you in the school hallways, talking to you, and purposely forgetting her pencil so she can talk to you.

One night, she was hiding near your window. You had left it open because you needed some fresh air. You were also on the phone with Trevor, arguing with him.

"Trevor, I cant fucking do this anymore. I dont like you, and I dont even know why you're forcing me to be in this relationship with you! If you want Jill back, jealousy isn't the way to go. Plus, she doesn't even want you back, so leave her alone!" You paced around your room, tugging on your hair.

"God, you are so ...!" You placed a hand on your chest and took a deep breath. "You know i like Jill and you're asking for this?!" You run your hand through your hair.

"Just one more month, and Im done with you after!" You stomped your foot on the ground. "Fuck you!" You hung up the phone and threw it at your bed.

Jill tilted her head. She was only focused on the fact that Trevor was forcing you into a relationship while you liked her currently. Truth was, she found herself liking you back since she started stalking you.

Jill smirked and came up with a quick plan to get back at Trevor.

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You were on your phone while the professor explained how the projects worked. "Jill Roberts and [Name] [Last name] are partnering, okay? Next is..." Your eyes widened as you stared at Jill. Trevor glaring at you, intensely. Jill only smiled at you.

"You have 3 days to finish. Start now, go." Jill immediately got up and walked towards your desk.

"H-hi, Jill..." Jill waved at you. "Hey, [Name]. Ill start on the first and second slide. You've got the third and first, right?" You meekly nodded.

"Oh, well, class is about to end in 6 minutes, so we'll finish up at your house, but lets do what we can for now." You almost choked on your spit. "Wh-what? My house?" She nodded.

"Okay..." You two sat in silence before the bell rang, indicating the end of the day. "See you!" She shouted and ran off.

Trevor came up from behind you and slapped the back of your head, and you stomped on his foot.

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"Place that right in the center. Ill find the next picture," you were currently working on the project you and Jill were both assigned. Jill was hanging next to you, her leg pushing into yours and her arm brushing up against yours.

"So, how are you and Trevor?" You winced at her question

'What? Why would she ask that?'

"G- good...i guess..." You muttered the last part. "Really, then how come hes always an asshole towards you? You don't seem too comfortable with him either." Shit, she was catching on.

She smiled and shut the laptop that was on your legs, taking it and putting it beside her. "I know you have feelings for me," she had gotten very close to your face.

"Wh what? No, i...dont." She hummed. "You gonna deny it?" You hadn't even noticed her dipping her head down to your neck, opening her mouth and letting her tongue slide against your neck.

You sighed and shook your head. She smirked against your skin, coming up to catch your lips on hers. She pulled out her phone and snapped a quick picture of you kissing her, eyes closed, cupping her face.

She pulled back and rested her forehead against hers. "Lets finish this, yeah?" You nodded.

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You anxiously bit your nails, walking besides Jill. "He found out! Trevor's gonna kill me!" Jill rubbed your head. "Dont worry. I'll talk to him." You looked at her in worry.

"You will?" She nodded. "Can...Can i stop by at your house?" You smiled at her. "Yea."

"Great. Talk to you later!" She kissed your forehead and jogged to her next class.

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You were bouncing your leg while Jill tried to calm you down. "He's not answering.I think his phones off. He might be planning something!" Jill rolled her eyes and cupped your face in hers.

"Calm down." You took deep breaths, looking into Jills eyes. Her eyes bore into yours, inching her face closer to yours. Her met lips yours and she pushed you against your couch.

Your hand fell onto the TV remote, turning it onto to the news. You pulled away and grabbed the remote before something catches your eyes on the TV.

"This late evening, a 17 year old, highschool boy was found death on his living room floor, with a cellphone in his hand. We believe his murder is related to the Ghostface attacks. His death was around 5:47, with fatal wounds on his neck..."

5:47 was the time Jill went to go see Trevor to talk to him. You stared at Jill in horror as she continued to smile and pepper kisses onto your plush skin.

"Told you I'd talk to him."

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b4sorex1a · 1 month

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corruption kink and gavi is 🤌🤌

do u think u could do some headcannons ab virgin!gavi??? idc who u write him with, but it's especially hot w older men😻😻

tw: nsfw, minors dni.

— Virgin! Pablo Gavi x Robert Lewandowski prompt

• Pablo Gavira doesn’t really know what sex means. He knows that two people who love each other get together in bed to consummate their love, of course. But he doesn’t know what sex is.

He also knows that it is a topic with which his friends are obsessed, he listens all the time in the dressing room the stories about the different girls who pass through Ferran’s bed. He thinks that something as simple as locking yourself in a room with another person should not deserve so much merit and scandal. Gavi doesn’t really know that to have sex you have to do certain actions.

For that same reason is that he does not realize the inappropriate touches that Robert gives him during training. He is not able to identify as something bad the times when Robert squeezes his thighs a little too hard, or when he’s groped ‘accidentally’ because Gavi was ‘blocking his way’, weird way of asking someone to move out of the way Pablo thought.

• Robert knows Gavi doesn’t have a clue about sex. He’s taking advantage of that, he likes to watch Pablo get all flustered not knowing what is the reason why his cheeks get pink.

• One day, when no one is looking at them, Lewandowski corners Gavi on a wall. Pablo has his pretty face leaning against the cold concrete wall, he is confused, why is he doing that? He feels hot tingling boiling in his stomach. Robert is lowering his barça shorts while giving him kisses on the back of his neck. Gavi feels dizzy and confused, he doesn’t recognize this new feeling that grows inside him.

“Do you trust me?”—Lewandowski tells him in low volume, squeezing parts of fleshy muscles.

Yes. It’s what Gavi transmits by nodding his head. He listens to how Robert lowers his own lower clothes as well. Pablo’s breathing is completely altered, he feels a new pressure in his intimate area, something he can’t find how to describe in Spanish. And suddenly his shorts and underwear are under his knees; he feels like the tip of Robert’s cock aligns in an area he doesn’t even want to think about.

• Lewandowski would grab one of Gavi’s legs to lift him up and fuck him right there. It would hurt, it always hurts for dumb virgin boys like Gavi that let men fuck them like that.

• When Pablo starts to feel really good, lewd sounds start escaping his lips, he’s kind of scared, he doesn’t know what is happening or why Robert’s big dick feels good inside of him. The weird unknown pressure on his lower stomach is tightening and…

“Stop! I’m, I need to, I’m- I need to go to the bathroom” Gavi lies, it’s not like he’s aware of what he’s going to go through.

“Let it out, cum for me” —is the cold answer Pablo gets.

And he does, even when he doesn’t know what that means. He screams when it happens, Gavi clenched his jaw so hard, it’s a feeling that consumed him completely. It made his brain melt.

Apparently Robert really liked that happening, because he seemed to be going through the same electrical pleasure just seconds later. Gavi felt a hot liquid fall between his legs when Lewan pulled out.

“D-Did we just have sex?” Pablo looked at Robert with his big honey-colored eyes —“Am I going to get pregnant?”

Lewandowski just laughed at him softly.

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kiminachi · 1 year

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Lewandowski smut??🙈

Lewandowski x Reader SMUT

Warming Sensation

A/N: Im sorry that this took a while to publish, but Happy New Years! I hope you enjoy <3

Continue With Caution 🫣

Includes: Slight swearing, sex, slight foreplay, honestly it’s kinda vanilla

The warm shower dampened your body with richness as you lathered yourself with soap. There was music that hummed through your ears, making the steamy moment just right. You were excited for your lover to come home from a long interview. You missed him dearly, wishing to collide your body with his. It has been a while since the last time you guys made love.

Robert was a man of elegance, but a fun, elegant man. After sometime, you shut off the water, feeling well-cleansed enough. The healthy minerals have been absorbed by your body, leaving you soft for tonight.

Stepping out the shower, you grab the most luxurious towel and dried your body off. You then take off your shower cap. You did not have the time to dry your hair, but you also washed it yesterday. It still had its pleasing smell from the shampoo. You wrapped the towel around your body, exiting the bathroom and into you and Robert’s bedroom.

“There you are, (Y/N).”

Startled, you turned to look at Robert, who was sitting on the bed. He was dressed in his white collared shirt that hugged his firm abs, with a black tie that hung from the collar, along with his dress pants that fit snug on his legs. “Robert? I didn’t hear you come in,” you walked in your closet to go find clothes, “how was the interview, dear?” you questioned.

“It was tedious, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” He confessed, then getting up to walk towards you, “you don’t have to get changed (Y/N).” You stopped reaching for your clothes and faced Robert confused to what he was saying, but turned on at the same time. You were about to speak until Robert put you in his arms, and carried you to the shared bed and laid you down. “Let us have some fun butterfly, it’s been a while” he deeply said into your ear. His polish accent made you turned on even more as you rubbed your legs together, agreeing to his words.

Robert then softly grabbed the towel that was wrapped around you and unwrapped it slowly to reveal your tender body, one step at a time. He loved your luscious body, and handled it with grace. He looked you up and down and smirked, “you’re so beautiful” after saying that, he takes ahold of your lips and kissed you lovingly. The back-and-forth lip locking was up to perfection. The two of you were flawlessly rhythmic, despite the long break of sex. You mindlessly grabbed onto his tie, pulling him down to further deepen the kiss. Robert sneakily took one of his fingers and entered it in your vagina. He curled it in ways that sent blood rushing throughout your entire body, but then eventually he let go. You were a little upset to the sudden stopping, but you let him do whatever he desired.

Robert tried to steady his breath as he let his tie loose and unbuttoned his shirt, he let it fall off of him revealing his prominent abs. You leveled your hand to his collar bone, and ran your hand down till you reached his v-line. “Take my pants off, don’t be shy” he caressed your cheek and bent down his head to kiss your neck. You hurried to unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip his pants; you pulled his pants down as he kicked it off. You could see his hard cock shining through his boxers. As if it was a gracious snack, you helped yourself by rubbing your hand against his bulge. Robert groaned and bit your neck, making you moan, “R-Robert”. He loved hearing you moan, especially his name. He then positioned his clothed cock and grinded on your wet area. You quivered in pleasure, moving your hips to fit his motion. The warmth that you felt from his made it feel even better. You could stay like this, however you wanted more.

“Robert.. I want- no need you inside of me, you turned me on well enough, please, I don’t want to wait anymore.” You said with a heavy breath. He let go from your neck with a bruise left on it. He kissed your forehead,

“Don’t cum too quick when I enter you.” He could tell that you were in a very horny state. Robert stopped grinding and you shifted your hands to pull down his boxers. His stiff cock appeared out his boxers; you missed seeing his great length with a girth that satisfied you pleasurably. It was also slightly curved which enhanced the pleasure. Robert grinned, feeling confident and rested his tip with pre-cum onto your clit. “Condom or no condom?” He questioned,

“It doesn’t matter, I have Plan B in the cabinet.” You replied. Robert was happy to hear this as he could fully feel the pleasure from your insides. He took the opportunity and slid his cock down to your entrance. You wrapped your legs around his body and he slowly entered his hardened cock, making you adjust to his size again. You clinged onto his back, gently digging your nails into him and squirming in delight as he now fully entered your pussy. “F-fuck, Robert, oh my goodness, start fucking me, please.. please” he complied and slowly began to thrust inside you. Each thrust was divine and sent jolts of electricity through your body. He picked up the pace and you tensed up with sensational pleasure. His curved cock smooched your cervix making you scream in glee.

“You feel so good (Y/N), you make me feel so fucking good” groaned Robert. Your moaning and his soft groans mixed in the air. Your head was thrown back into the pillow and Robert began to suck on your tit, while fondling the other. The stimulation made you dizzy, but it felt amazing. You could feel him thrust faster as the bed was now squeaking. You rolled your eyes back, almost having your limit be reached.

“Robert, I’m going to cum,” it was hard to talk being bewitched, “c-cum inside me”.

He was now ramming into your pussy and his groans got louder. You guys were on the same brainwave,

“I’m cumming, fuck! (Y/N)!” He yelled out your name, pushing 3 last thrusts and cumming into your vagina. You climaxed with him and felt his warm cum deep into your body. You twitched with each breath, relaxing your muscles. Robert couldn’t support himself and rolled off of you, “Hah, (Y/N), you’re magnificent” he turned to look at you, running his fingers through your hair, “I love you my dear” he expressed.

“I love you too,“ you tried to get up, but you were too sore, “uhmm, could you get the pill please Robert?”

“Sure thing my love.”

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delopsia · 1 year

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Ma'am | Bob Floyd x Reader

Word Count: 3,600 Cross Posted Here on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, CNC Roleplay (Consensual Non-Consent). Not familiar with CNC? Click here to learn about it before you read! Slight somnophilia if you squint, Fem!Reader, overstimulation, blowjobs, unprotected sex, sub!bob, some aftercare cuddles, the usual :)

Your office is supposed to be empty.

There isn't supposed to be anyone else in here but you. Hell, nobody even bothered to tell you they were sending someone in here. But there he is, that cute, blue-eyed weapons systems officer belonging to the newest batch of Top Gun students, sitting on one of the beds. Robert Floyd, the sweetest thing that's ever walked through your door, with his bashful smile and old-fashioned manners that make your heart swoon.

"I don't suppose you're just here to visit," you say, shaking from your stupor.

Bob shakes his head, "no, ma'am, I uh..." looking down at his folded hands like a child who's just gotten into trouble, "my ribs are hurtin' me real bad, is all."

"Now, when did that start?" The poor thing winces as you guide him to lay back against the thin mattress, immediately reaching for his left side.

"Little bit ago," screwing his eyes shut as he speaks, "wasn't payin' attention and fell out the jet, is all."

Ah.

That...yeah, that will do it. It certainly explains the scuffs on the corner of his silver frames; you're almost surprised they didn't wind up shattered. He's already wriggled halfway out of his flight suit, the arms of the garment loosely tied around his waist. You still need to lift his shirt to get a better look at his injury, and that is...quite an eyeful.

The soft outline of his abs, milky white and bearing the faintest scattering of freckles, you wonder what shape they'd make if you took a pen and connected them. Then there's his chest; you shouldn't be surprised if the light hits him just right; you can usually see the gentle curve of his pectoral muscles hiding under his t-shirt. But good lord, he's more defined than he lets on.

It's always the shy ones.

You almost have to shake your head to stop yourself from ogling before he catches on.

There's a bright patch of red that's blossomed alongside his ribcage, the skin puffy and swollen. Your fingers brush against the area, and he audibly gasps.

"I'm sorry," lightening your already barely-there touch, "did that hurt?"

Bob shakes his head, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, "your hands are freezing."

In contrast, his skin burns beneath your touch, emanating heat like he's a living, breathing furnace. A lot of the students that wander into your office tend to run warm, but this one is just something else entirely. But unlike many of your visitors, Bob stays relatively quiet for you, even as you poke and prod, determining what needs to be done and if he needs to be sent to get x-rays.

You take your time. Usually, you can breeze through stuff like this and have them in and out in just a minute or two, but Bob is one of your exceptions. Maybe it's because he's become your favorite frequent flyer, or perhaps it's because he's just flat-out pretty to look at.

Ultimately, you conclude that he needs nothing more than the basics. Painkillers, ice, and as much rest as one can get when they're attending a school like Top Gun.

"But I'm going to keep you here for about an hour or two," you say, wrapping this fresh new icepack in a thin towel because it's far too cold to comfortably press against bare skin, "make sure you rest at least a little bit before your teachers get ahold of you again."

"Thank you, ma'am." Even with his injury, he's all smiles, like a big puppy that's just happy to be here.

You're going to melt faster than the ice pack at this rate.

In the time it takes you to finish up some paperwork and get it sorted into the places it needs to go, Bob falls asleep, phone balanced in the palm of his hand. He doesn't stir when you walk over to him and quietly take the phone from him, setting it on the table where it can't fall. Usually, if that doesn't wake them up, pulling the blanket overtop them will, but that doesn't do it either.

He's out cold, has the tiniest snore going on as you tuck the blanket over his broad shoulders.

You don't get to idle as long as you wish you could because you've got an admiral knocking at your door with two pilots in tow. One has a bloody nose; the other has one hell of a black eye.

Bob was a luxury; these two are a curse sent by the Devil himself.

You almost forget he's there.

After you manage to wrangle the quarreling pilots out of your office, all patched up and ready to go back to training, Bob completely slips your mind. There are so many things to do, emails to be written, supplies to be unboxed and put away, medical instruments to thoroughly clean and organize.

You're in the middle of typing up a strongly-worded letter to the maintenance manager, asking him to once again have someone come and look at the ice machine because it has quit working mere hours after the last guy "fixed" it. So invested in documenting every single instance it has broken this past month alone that you're startled when you hear a noise come from the other side of the room.

It's not until your eyes land on the still-sleeping WSO that you realize what had made the noise in the first place. It's Bob whining in his sleep. At first, you're under the assumption that he's having a nightmare, but as you get up from your desk and walk over to his bed, you realize that's not the case.

No, he's having a wet dream.

It's evident in the soft noises slipping past his bitten lips isn't enough of a sign, and the hardness pressing against the thin material of his flight suit. At some point in his sleep, he pushed the blanket off of himself, the thin material just barely hanging on to the edge of the bed, and you wish he hadn't because now all you can do is stare at the faint outline of his hard cock.

You shouldn't be standing here and just...watching, but you can't help yourself. Who knew such a shy little thing could make such noises as these?

And maybe, maybe sitting on the edge of the bed couldn't hurt. Then, if he wakes up, you'll brush it off and tell him you were trying to wake him up. Yeah, yeah, that sounds pretty normal.

What isn't normal is the way your hand seems to have a mind of its own, wandering out from its respective place at your side and trailing up the inside of his clothed thigh. Even now, Bob doesn't stir. Growing confident, you let your palm massage over him, curiously mapping out the feeling of his cock under your touch. His hips jump.

He wakes with a gasp, sleepy eyes blinking open, "...huh?"

By the time you comprehend he's awake, you're already rolling your palm back over him, and you really really should stop now while you have a fighting chance at explaining this away, but oh, the way those pretty eyes roll back. He sighs like he's been offered some immense relief, sleepily grinding his hips up as you make another pass over his cock.

"Ma'am," his sleep-clouded brain must have finally caught up, "ma'am, I think...I don't think you're supposed to touch me there, ma'am."

In contrast to his words, though, he's still grinding his hips up, still making those noises under his breath; if anything, they're a little louder now. Bolder now, you wrap your fingers around him, stroking up and down his length through his clothes.

"Does that feel good?" You ask, feigning innocence as you keep stroking him as if the noises he's making aren't enough of an answer.

"Yes, ma'am, it...it does," he whispers, "but I don't...I don't think you should—" he's cut off by his own noises, keening high in his throat as you grip him a little harder—the best you can, with these clothes in the way, at least.

He reaches down, taking hold of your wrist, but does nothing more than that, "oh God, your hand."

Despite his earlier protests, he audibly fusses when you let him go, whining like he's disappointed that you've chosen to quit touching him. The grip on your wrist tightens, holding on as you reach up to pull the zipper to his flight suit as far down as it will go. Granting you the wonderous ability to slip your hand past his waistband and take hold of him without warning.

The strangled noise that escapes him is loud, bouncing off the walls and ringing through your ears like the sweetest melody. Incapable of stopping you from easing him out from his confines, exposing his thick, dripping cock to the cold office air. Poor thing looks like he's been hard for a while, the head of his cock shiny with precum and solid as a fucking rock.

"Wait, I think I want you to—" but again, he's cut off by himself, unable to keep quiet as you drag your hand down his length, "ma'am."

He squirms with every stroke, hips wriggling against the mattress like he doesn't know if he wants more or if he wants it to stop. So conflicted that he's got no choice but to lie and take it, whimpering pitifully as you massage your palm against the head of his cock, working in perfect, slow spirals.

Who would have thought that the shy WSO, Robert "Bob" Floyd, could make such sinful noises when you stroke his cock?

"Wh...huh?" He gasps as you let him go, length wetly slapping against his stomach, "what are you...?"

Again, he doesn't stop you as you move, scooting further onto the bed until you can swing your leg over, comfortably straddling his legs. Big, confused eyes peer up at you. He's still holding onto your wrist like it's the only thing keeping him grounded right now, but even his iron grip flutters when you retake hold of him.

"Oh." All you've done is flatten your wet tongue against the underside of his cock, and he's already moaning so prettily for you, "oh, ma'am, your mouth."

He's a considerable weight against your tongue, so soft as your tongue slides back and forth along the crown of it. The sensation is enough to make him squirm, forcing you to pin his hips to keep him from wiggling right out of your grasp.

"Ma'am, ma'am, you shouldn't—" Bob's hands cling to the sides of your head, but he's powerless to stop your mouth from sinking down on his cock, sucking on his head like it's the sweetest treat you've ever gotten.

The further down you creep, the breathier his protests become, sounds like he's just run a marathon, and you haven't even taken all of him yet. He's so thick that by the time you've taken his length as far as you comfortably can, an ache has already blossomed in your jaw.

"Ma'am, please," he gasps quietly, "please."

You're not sure what he's requesting; for more or for you to stop. Slowly, you raise your head, tongue pressing hard against the vein running underneath his length, and one of his hands flies up, audibly clamping atop his mouth. You repeat it. Once, twice, each time feeling him grow tenser beneath you, reactions muffled by his palm.

No, that certainly won't do.

Breathing deep through your nose, you push yourself just a little further down this time, feeling him press into your throat but not quite entering it yet.

"Oh my god," now that is what you wanted to hear, "ma'am, don't, don't."

But a hand on the back of your head pushes you further down, and you hum around him, amused by his conflicting expressions and the way he jolts under you like a live wire. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you slowly work him deeper, reaching just the tiniest fraction more with every slow bob of your head.

His head thrashes back and forth, and you're pretty sure that's his glasses you hear hitting the floor when you finally get him into your throat. His precious little whines are growing louder with every repeated motion, "oh ma'am, oh ma'am," he chants, "please, I'm gonna..."

It might just be the best thing you've heard all day, those breathy whispers as he struggles to keep himself quiet. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you force him a little deeper, so captured by his reactions that you don't quite mind if your voice gets wrecked.

"If you don't..." chest heaving, "if you don't stop, I'm gonna..."

Can't even finish a single sentence when your mouth is on him. So responsive; it's a wonder he doesn't have a line of people waiting to hear those sinful little sounds. Weakly, you swallow around him, and you're mesmerized by how his back arches off the bed, exposing the slightest sliver of his defined tummy.

"Ma'am, I'm gonna..." you think he shivers when you snake a hand under his shirt, tracing over those soft, milky white abs.

All it takes is one more bob of your head, and he's cumming, hot, salty cum hitting the back of your throat and tongue. You try to swallow it down the best you can, but it just never seems to end. Just as you think you've swallowed the last of him, his shivering hips twitch up again, another streak of white painting your tongue.

"Oh god, oh god," his voice has hit a new pitch, one you don't think you've heard before, "ma'am, please, I'm still in your mouth."

Bob's trembling like a leaf below you, so much that you can feel his cock quivering in your mouth. No, maybe you'll keep going for a moment.

"It's too sensitive," he rushes out as you lower your head once more, "please, it's too sensitive."

At this angle, you're just barely able to creep up and roll a soft nipple between your fingertips, massaging it in perfect tune with your mouth. Moving so slowly that it's like time has stopped. Bob just about thrashes out from under you when you lap at the underside of his head, where you know he's most sensitive.

"Fuck, feels so good," he hiccups in between pitchy, strained sounds, "it feels so good."

There's a new shimmer underneath his pretty eyes, wet with tears that seep out the corners, brought on by the over-attention paid to his softening cock. Finally, finally, you slip your mouth off of him, letting him hit his belly with a soft, wet 'smack.'

"Ma'am, why did you do that," he rambles, words so jumbled together that you can barely understand, "I'm gonna get in so much trouble—"

There's something in the way that you look at him that cuts him off. For just a second, he freezes, and then, suddenly, the corners of his eyes turn upward with a loud, broken laugh. Just like that, one simple look and the scenario shatters as you spill into a harmony of laughter together.

"We almost made it this time!" You giggle, meeting his needy lips for a kiss, "what was so funny this time?"

Bob's already reaching up, running his fingers along your cheek, "you're panting like you just ran a marathon."

Next time, you'll consider giving him headphones.

"At least you came before you started laughing this time," rolling your eyes as he kisses you once more, so eager and needy for these little pecks, no matter how many times you've given them to him.

"I was really hoping I could stop myself, too," he hums, speaking between kisses, "wanted you to ride me."

You have to cup his jaw and hold him still to get him to stop stealing kisses, but that doesn't stop him from pouting like he never gets them, "I still can."

For a second, you're concerned that his eyes may have just reshaped themselves into hearts, and then he's nodding, uttering a tiny 'please' under his breath.

You're only off of him for a few seconds, just long enough to slip your shoes and pants off in one quick go, but he still eagerly pulls you back on top of him, as if you'd left for a century and then some. Grunts when you take hold of him and guide him to your burning core, so sensitive but still so eager for more.

"How are you so wet, darlin'?" He asks, his voice strained as you slide his softening head back and forth between your folds, "I haven't even gotten to touch you yet."

He catches on your entrance, the both of you gasping as he slides inside with such remarkable ease. Growers are so much better than showers. "It's hard not to when I've got you whimpering beneath me."

You can feel him twitching back to life as you guide him deeper, already half-hard by the time your hips meet, flush together as one. There's a shakiness settling in as he takes a deep breath, struggling to hold it down as he keens high in his throat. It's a lot, straddling the border between too much for him to handle, but he's nodding his head for you to go ahead, reaching down to press his thumb to your clit.

With both hands balanced on his chest, you tentatively lift your hips. Slow, enjoying the gentle drag of his plush head against that spongey spot inside, barely there but still just enough to make you clench around him.

"You can go faster, sweetheart," Bob croaks, thumb working a little quicker, as if to emphasize his statement, "you ain't gonna break me."

Okay, well, if he insists.

Drawing yourself back up quicker now, setting something comfortable that gives you exactly what you're craving. With every downward motion, you find that he's gotten a little harder, a little bigger inside of you until he's rock solid inside of you. There's a slight burn as he slowly stretches you back open, his head downright punching that little spot along your walls so hard that you can't breathe anymore.

His thumb is working you so well that your legs are starting to quiver from it, circle after circle rubbed into your sensitive button in the way only Robert Floyd can do.

"Feels so good," he whimpers, high-pitched and whiny, "so, so good."

You don't realize you've closed your eyes until they're fluttering open, and oh, there are more tears streaming down his cheeks. He smiles at your visible concern, nuzzling into the hand that you curl around his jaw, and nods his head. His hands remain in their places, one on your clit, the other holding your thigh, never once offering you his signal to stop.

So you keep going.

Then, as if caught completely off-guard by it, his back arches up off the bed, and with a loud gasp, he cums for a second time. Gasping, head rolling back as he whines high in his throat, God, he's starting to shake.

The sight alone is enough to set your own ball rolling, heat boiling up in your lower belly with each and every rise and fall of your hips. His thumb trembles against your clit, almost feels like its vibrating as he struggles to keep massaging it, and that's...that's—

With a soft cry, your hips come to a screeching halt as your orgasm washes over you. Your head is spinning so hard that you can no longer understand which way is up. Can't quite tell if that's him still trembling below you or if you've started shivering yourself.

The next thing you're aware of is the soft hiccups beneath you, the barely-still hands that have locked themselves on your hips, keeping you completely still.

Oh.

Lifting yourself off of him, you reach up, properly cradling his cheeks as your thumbs wipe away his tears. It takes him a moment to open his eyes again, but when he does, you realize those baby blues have become so, so soft.

Bob smiles up at you, albeit weakly, "we finally did it."

Kissing his forehead, "we finally did it."

Your pants can wait until he's ready to try getting cleaned up. For right now, you're content to settle down next to him and pull this thin blanket back up, properly concealing the mess you've made. Bob is quick to snuggle into your open arms, his head underneath your chin as he buries his face into your clothed chest.

"You didn't have to hurt yourself to get into my office, though," you murmur into his hairline, running your fingers through the back of it. His hair has always been so soft; it's like running your fingers through silk.

He chuckles at that, and you can about feel him smile into your shirt, "what's worse is, the fall wasn't a part of my plan," his hand snakes up under your shirt, tracing invisible shapes into your spine, "I legitimately misstepped and fell out of the plane."

"At least now you don't have to fake an excuse for a while," pressing another kiss into his pale skin, "but I was being serious about you taking it easy, Floyd. That means no more long nights out partying with your buddies until they heal a little bit."

That's enough to have him pulling back from you, making sure you see his eyes roll, and then, sounding like a begrudging little kid, "yes, ma'am."

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lucyswinter · 4 months

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Who/what I write for:

-Cillian Murphy/ characters: (Jackson Rippner, Tom Shelby, Neil Lewis, Jonathan Crane, Kitten Braden, Jim: 28 days later, Emmett: a quiet place part II, Raymond Leon, Robert Fischer, Tom Buckley)

-Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, JJ,

-The Bear: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Sugar Berzatto

-Saw: Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, Jill Tuck, Lynn Denlon (for ships: I’ll do chainshipping, coffinshipping, and shotgunshipping/lynnmanda!)

-American Horror Story (All seasons up to Cult. Only ships if they are canon (by season, I mean)! i.e: I won’t do Kit Walker (s2) x Madison Montgomery (s3) or anything)!

-Nip/Tuck: Sean McNamara, Christian Troy, Matt McNamara, Julie McNamara, Liz Cruz, Eden Lord

-DC villains (from the Nolan trilogy or Gotham tv show! I will specify from which one I mean. I’ll also write Batman but that’s the only hero)

-Peaky blinders: Luca Changretta, Tom Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Finn Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Oswald Mosley

-Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick: any characters! (For ships, I only rlly know IceMav 😭 but I’m open to others! I’ll also do penny!reader)

-Bridgerton/ Queen Charolette: Daphne x Simon, George x Charolette, Anthony x Kate, Colin x Penelope (and all of these characters individually!)

-Community: Professor Ian Duncan, Jeff Winger, Abed Nadir, Britta Perry , Annie Edison, Troy Barnes

-Impractical Jokers: Joe Gatto, Sal Vulcano, James Murray, Brian Quinn

-Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Destiel (will not do Wincest or Wincestiel)

-X-files: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, MSR

-BBC Sherlock (only JohnLock)

-Good omens (only Ineffable husbands)

-Hannibal (only Hannigram)

(Any other characters im open to! Just PM me to see if I know the fandom/media they’re in, or rec with a few options! I’ll ignore if I don’t know them <;3)

I will write: A bit ooc (depends on scenario 🤭), fluff, smut, small-ish age gap, AU’s, non romantic pairings, alternate endings, fem!/gn!/afab!reader, character x reader, character x character

I won’t write: Male!/nonbinary!/trans!reader (im a cis female so I will write gender neutral reader if requested, but most fics (unless specified) were written with a fem reader in mind :)), incest, underage reader (or character), dub/non-con

Thanks for reading! Feel free to PM requests if you aren’t comfortable sending them through the question button or want to work through the request :)

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callsign-phoenix · 2 years

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I wrote this for @mayhem24-7forever I hope you like it!

It is a Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x female!reader imagine.

Thank you so much @hederasgarden and @green-socks for beta-reading (and helping me figure out the actual smut).

Warnings: this is a Jekyll/Hyde situation, Bob being extremely innocent but also kinky at the same time, bondage, dom!Bob, the tiniest bit of choking, unprotected sex?, this fic is racially inclusive despite the moodboard suggesting otherwise

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd was easily flustered, and you loved him for it.

Your husband of two years now was one of the most extraordinary people you knew, being somehow both a naval aviator and the gentlest man you knew, shy around you and his friends in any social situation but the opposite of shy in the bedroom, when the two of you were alone.

When you had first gotten to know him he had seemed too sweet to be true, bringing you flowers every day and taking you out on strategically planned dates.

The sex had been just as vanilla as the rest of him.

But after a few months you had felt a change go through him whenever you were in the bedroom.

He was still very much focused on making sure you were satisfied in any possible way but he slowly started to become more and more dominant.

Whereas he had started out gentle and hesitant, checking with you every step of the way he had begun to take charge more, his touch becoming rougher just like his tone, and you loved seeing it.

Maybe it was because he finally felt comfortable with you or because he knew you’d stay with him through everything, the security and slight sense of ownership compelling him to act that way in the security of your own home.

Despite all that behaviour during sex, as soon as you were sexually satisfied he was back to being sweet Bob, which occasionally made you jokingly ask if he recalled being rough with you at all or if it was a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde situation.

You received a flustered smirk from Bob but not much else and you definitely weren’t one to bring it up often.

You were just happy that he felt comfortable enough to act the way he felt the need to in the bedroom.

You and Bob were married before you knew it and you had an amazing group of friends, his fellow aviators included.

You loved going out with them and so did Bob, even if he was unlike the rest of them and didn’t drink, you always had a good time.

While Bob only played his possessiveness out in the bedroom, you had started to do so through touching him in public, simple gentle caresses of your hand on his back or on his chest.

It wasn’t anything explicit but Bob was always caught off guard when you started your display of affection – he liked the idea that you felt the need to show everyone that he belonged to you, and vice versa.

He never said anything, but you knew from experience that it turned him on that you showed everyone that you were taken and with him, due to Hangman and Rooster both being ladiesmen that amplified tenfold when they were also in the room.

You couldn’t understand how ambivalent he as an individual could be, but not a single person could have suspected what was going on in his mind, the way he smiled so sweetly and the flustered look seemingly only one of social awkwardness.

You liked teasing him that way, though, and you tried to make a sport of it, trying to find more ways to touch him as innocently as possible that had the opposite effect on him.

You were all engrossed in a conversation at the Hard Deck when you started playing another one of your teasing games, starting off by putting your hand on the arm that held his cup of water and drawing gentle light circles with the tips of your fingers.

Bob wore a t-shirt which allowed you to set your hand on naked skin, making the effect you had on him greater, even if no one else noticed.

Receiving a short glance from your husband you only smiled at him in response and stopped your assault after a few minutes.

You weren’t too invested in whatever Hangman was talking about and so your concentration fell elsewhere, setting your hand on Bob’s back and brushing it up and down in a contemplative manner.

Bob let out a soft chuckle as he glanced at you again and you smiled back at him, pretending not to know what was going on inside his head.

The topic of conversation must have shifted without you realising it because Bob moved to put his cup away before suddenly reaching for the hand you still kept on his back, pulling at it and tugging you in front of him so your back was pressed against his front.

Everyone else was smiling at you as Bob hugged you in a seemingly playful manner, his hands coming to rest on your own and immobilising you that way.

You didn’t struggle because there was no use: even though Bob didn’t show off his body like everyone else in the group, you knew that his strength overpowered yours, and so you only mirrored your friends’ smiles.

“What can I say, she’s the love of my life,” you heard Bob say behind you as he pulled you the slightest bit closer, his head lowering so that his lips rested just below your ear.

His breath was brushing against the spot he knew was the most sensitive for you and the fact that he had you immobilised also sent a shiver down your spine.

You were squirming against him before you even registered you were doing so.

“Are you tired, baby?” Bob asked you in a low voice that sounded to others like loving concern and you nodded breathlessly, not being able to answer because of the effect he had on you.

He was so good at making others think his actions were innocent but you trembled in anticipation knowing the truth, hoping that no one else would catch the way your hands shook.

“You heard the missus, got to get her home,” Bob smiled as everyone said their goodbyes.

He let go of your arms and set a fleeting kiss to your temple as you moved out of the Hard Deck, one of his hands catching yours in a tight grip, as if to make sure it didn’t wander off again.

The drive home was quiet but not unbearably so, even though not a word was spoken there was a serious yet somehow playful atmosphere of anticipation while Bob barely ever let go of your hand.

He also managed to open the front door with only one hand and tugged you towards the bedroom immediately, neither saying anything nor touching you properly except for his strong grip on your hand as he pulled you along.

When you reached the bedroom Bob finally touched you properly, pulling you against him in a swift tug and setting the hand that wasn’t holding yours to your jaw.

It was a possessive gesture but it was no less loving than anything else Bob did for and with you.

His eyes were stern but loving as he looked down at you, not yet kissing you but instead enjoying the anticipation he could see in your gaze.

Bringing his head impossibly closer to yours he began speaking, his lips brushing yours but not delivering enough friction to satisfy you.

“You know perfectly well that your behaviour today wasn’t acceptable, don’t you?” he asked you, his eyes gentle but strict as he looked into yours.

“Of course you do, clever girl,” he answered his own question and chuckled as he saw you swallowing at the nickname.

“Do I have to tie you up so you can’t touch me anymore? You know what that does to me, don’t you, and in front of my colleagues?!” he taunted you, his voice so gentle that the threatening undertone almost seemed like mockery.

You could only reach your hands out to grasp his waist to steady yourself, but Bob gently shook his head.

Where he had been so close to you before, he now pulled away to walk towards the bedside table, the lack of physical contact making you shiver.

You didn’t even have the time to turn around when you felt Bob’s hands come to rest on your shoulders from behind, their weight grounding you and wordlessly telling you to stay put.

Tantalisingly slowly you felt his hands make their way down your arms, only his thumb trailing down your skin until he reached your wrists.

You couldn’t see him but the way he purposely grabbed your wrists made your knees weak as you felt a sliver of silk run over your skin.

“Is this okay?” he asked as he brought his head to your ear again, his breath caressing your sensitive spot before he pressed a kiss to your temple when you nodded.

“Verbal consent, baby,” he added, and you replied with a yes.

It was enough for Bob as he leaned his head down to press kisses to the back of your neck while he tugged on the silk, wrapping it around your wrists and tightening it until they were secure.

“‘S this okay?” he asked you carefully, the drawl in his voice stronger because of his anticipation.

You verbally confirmed that it was and he turned you around to face him, your hands powerless while his were free to roam your body.

He chose to tease you further though because he didn’t touch you the way you wanted him to, setting his hands on your hips to walk you backwards until you were seated on the bed instead.

He was now significantly taller than you and he made that known by setting his hand possessively on your jaw, his thumb and forefinger holding your chin captive.

It was impressive and honestly overpowering to see how big Bob’s hand was as he changed the position it was in to use his thumb to caress your bottom lip.

Your first instinct was to open your lips and he took advantage of that shamelessly, pushing his thumb into your mouth slowly enough so you could have protested if you had wanted to.

His thumb found your tongue and he pressed further, having your tongue swirl around the thick digit as you tried your best to seem innocent as you looked up at him.

Bob let out an obscene groan as he saw you looking up at him, pushing his thumb so far into your mouth that you had to gag slightly.

His other hand shot out towards your neck as he held you there, not applying much pressure but the mere possibility of it was enough for the two of you.

When he pulled his thumb out of your mouth it was glistening in your spit, a string of it connecting it to your lips, but Bob didn’t care.

He leaned in to kiss you, his hand still at your throat while the other rather wet one caressed the side of your face.

When Bob pulled away from you his eyes were filled with love and a possessiveness that had a shiver run down your spine.

After stroking your cheek once more he motioned for you to get up, once again studying you more closely before his hand went to his fly, opening his belt and trousers and pulling them along with his boxers straight down his legs.

He sat down before making his way to the middle of the bed with a hand on his erection, expectantly looking up at you.

When you didn’t immediately react he just stared at you.

“Sit,” he said to you with the gentlest but most authoritative voice you had ever heard and you moved immediately, trying your best to gracefully climb onto the bed without being able to use your hands.

You straddled him before sinking down on him, the fact that he lay below you not diminishing the hold he had over you.

As soon as the backs of your thighs met his groin one of his hands reached to grab your wrists, holding onto the silk that so neatly kept your hands together.

You tried to find a rhythm for your movement and Bob was kind enough to match it, the hand on your wrists helping you to keep it as well.

Your thrusts became sloppy over time but you tried your best, your skin heating up and sweat dripping down your back.

When you really felt like you couldn’t go on anymore you felt Bob bucking up below you, his dominant hand reaching around your neck as he fucked you.

It didn’t take either of you long to reach your high, your head falling back as lewd sounds fell from your mouth, Bob sitting up to press his lips to the exposed skin on your throat as he followed suit.

Neither of you moved for a while as you caught your breath, your heart rate slowing and your sweat cooling on your skin.

Bob was the first to move as he pressed a kiss to your collarbone while his hands pulled the silk from your wrists, whispering gentle praises against your skin as he did so.

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annathesillyfriend · 1 year

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The times just keeps going faster, I swear 👀 I am awfully late this month, but winter has made a come back where I live and it put me in such a lazy mood (I might have or might have not read 8 books in the last 3 days) 🙈

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

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↳ blurb, THIS 🥰🥰🥰

love as sweet as honey (and lover, i'm hungry) by @stevebabey

↳ one shot, 18+, absolutely spectacular, an iconic mastepiece, 10/10 would read again

slick like summer by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ one shot, 18+, i think about this fic so much, it lives in my mind rent free

warmth between us by @lilacletter

↳ one shot, 18+, where is steve harrington while i'm here freezing alone???

❄JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN❄

abs sans brain by @sometimes-i-write-good

↳ one-shot, not gonna lie, wanted to strangle jake for better part of this fic but the end is just SHSHSHSHSH i love that man

flygirl by @starlightstories

↳ one-shot, friends to lovers, jake seresin take me flying, this is a need not a want!!

in sickness by @top-hhun

↳ one-shot, aviator!reader, jake is lovesick and some am i

just friends by @say-al0e

↳ one-shot, 18+, fwb to lovers, the "we're not just friends and you fucking know it' line will never not make me go mad

i just want you to like me by @adamstnheights

↳ one-shot, 18+, bartender!reader, fwb to lovers, another spectacular idiots in love story 😌

loving you is the antidote by @demxters

↳ one-shot, 18+, college!au, amazing story 💙

devil in disguise by @tongue-like-a-razor

↳ one-shot, jake seresin is a devil and that is a fact 😈

your name (on that coffee cup) by @rae-gar-targaryen

↳ one-shot, in the end all of us just want to lick jake seresin's abs and that totally normal 😌

it's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday by @flaming-tgmcu

↳ one-shot, the fluff on this one, my heart can't take it 😫

this fic by @katsu28

↳ blurb, this is SO CUTE AHH

the beanery by @callsign-peach

↳ one-shot, this was so good!!

friends by @callsignseagull

↳ one-shot, god tier idiots in love fic, a bit of a slay if you ask me 💅

❄MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA❄

sin adorno o flores by @rae-gar-targaryen

↳ one-shot, 18+, ✨chef's kiss✨

❄ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD❄

make me by @roosterbruiser

↳ blurb, 18+, mafia!au bob has never crossed my mind before but my lord 🤤😫

full of surprises by @withahappyrefrain

↳ one-shot, 18+, bob floyd surprise me challenge

this fic by @notroosterbradshaw

↳ blurb, i am YELLING yes i love it here

❄BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW❄

i close my eyes and all i see is you and the small things you do by @jupitercomet

↳ one-shot, this is just so beautiful, stunning work 🥰

a litttle pinch by @tongue-like-a-razor

↳ one-shot, dad!rooster, CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAM, this is just so wholesome 😭😭

home for the holidays by @mothdruid

↳ one-shot, 18+, fake dating slow burn, slay and a half, Abby ate and we have been fed 🙌

blue skies by @familyvideostevie

↳ one-shot, meet cute, this is so sweet i can't!!

tough luck by @//familyvideostevie

↳ one-shot, another meet cute, another banger

champagne lips by @roosterforme

↳ one-shot, I LOVED THIS SO MUCH 💙💙💙💙💙

that's my man by @greymoonfeelings

↳ one-shot, nobody says a bad word about bradly on our watch!!

this fic by @katsu28

↳ one-shot, you don't understand how much i love this 🤭

❄TOM HOLLAND❄

the end by @lauras-collection

↳ one-shot, go ahead and rip my heart out, Laura, why don't you :') the worst thing is that i will thank you and ask you to do it again after you're done 😅

❄BUCKY BARNES❄

dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog

↳ one-shot, wonderful work as always 💙

the road goes ever on and on by @rocketrhap3000

↳ series, 18+, single mum!reader, beautiful story 💕

❄STEVE ROGERS❄

missing home by @anika-ann

↳ one-shot, part of the love on the brain universe, GG and Sparkles are life, i love them more than life itself <3

no strings attached by @viperbarnes

↳ one-shot, 18+, exes to lovers, such amazing work 👏

this fic by @heli0s-writes

↳ one-shot, 18+, this is just phenomenal 👏

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roosterforme · 7 months

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The Curveball Part 13 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Molly didn't think life with Bob could get any better. Then their son arrives, and she's proven wrong yet again. She doesn't know what the future holds, but she knows that she wants her family with her for every adventure. And that starts with a trip down a grassy path through some wildflowers.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swears, pregnancy, smut, 18+

Length: 3900 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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With the number of times Bob had to field the question, "So how did you and Molly get engaged?" you would have thought he could answer it by now without blushing. But he couldn't. Not even close.

The only ones who knew what really happened were Nat, Bradley and Molly's sister. Nat kept calling Molly 'a goddamn legend'. Bradley cringed. And Molly's sister just said, "Yeah, that tracks."

But Molly kept those pretty Mrs. Floyd nipple piercings in for him, and he loved her even more for it. Her belly had gotten so big by Valentine's Day, he didn't know how she'd make it all the way to her due date in another four weeks. She looked absolutely exhausted after every shift in the emergency room, and more often than not, she ended up falling asleep on the couch with him after dinner while they watched a murder documentary.

"Mo," he whispered on Friday night after she fell asleep mostly on top of him on the couch, his big hand splayed over her belly. His son was squirming a bit as he stroked her soft skin. She was incredible. His Molly. They hadn't decided exactly when they were going to get married, but she kept talking about wildflower meadows. So he agreed to wait until the summer, after the baby was born.

He had to whisper her name a few times before she jolted awake. "Hmm?" she moaned. "Bobby, I was in the middle of a delicious nap." He kissed her lips when she pouted at him.

"Let's get in bed, Honey," he said softly, pulling her shirt down over her belly. "We have to babysit Ev tomorrow so your sister and Bradley can go out for Valentine's Day."

She smirked at him. "They like to do dirty shit in the Bronco."

Bob just shrugged. "We do dirty stuff in my truck all the time."

She moaned softly as she said, "We sure do, Lieutenant Floyd." Bob's eyes slowly closed as Molly's hand skimmed down his abs and into the waistband on his underwear. "Dirty stuff everywhere. Anything my fiancé wants."

Bob grunted as her small hand wrapped around his cock, and her lips grazed his stubbled jaw. He was getting harder as she stroked him slowly, tongue darting out to taste his neck. "Molly," he moaned, bucking up into her hand as she teased his tip. But she just hummed against him as she jerked him off. And then her hand slowly came to a stop until she was just softly cupping his balls.

And then he heard her soft, even breathing next to his ear, and Bob couldn't help but laugh. She actually fell asleep while she was giving him a handjob. Bob thought for a moment that maybe a less secure man would be insulted, and maybe that's what Molly was used to in the past, but he knew she was beyond tired right now.

He kissed her forehead and gently eased her hand back out from his underwear. "It's bedtime," he whispered, and she jolted awake again.

"No," she said, shaking her head and trying to reach for his cock.

"Yes," he replied with a chuckle as he slid out from under her without being too rough with her bump. "Come on, and I'll rub your back until you fall asleep in bed."

"Mmkay," she agreed, bleary eyed as Bob led her to their bedroom. He helped her get undressed, kneeling in front of her and placing some gentle kisses to her belly like he did every night.

"I love you," he whispered as Molly ran her fingers through his hair. The nightly conversations with his son were something he was definitely going to keep doing after the baby was born. "I can't wait to meet you. We just finished getting your nursery ready. I hope you like baseball, because your Uncle Bradley and I went a little nuts in there."

"That's an understatement," Molly whispered. "They went flipping bananas."

Bob cupped her pretty belly with both of his hands and smiled. "Mommy's right. We did go overboard."

He watched Molly yawn before she said, "It's okay. Everett and Piper will teach him all about baseball." And then she kept yawning, so Bob got her settled into bed with a pillow tucked against her belly. He set his glasses on the nightstand and turned off the lamp. And then he climbed in behind her as the big spoon and kissed the engagement ring she was wearing.

"You wanna talk about baby names?" he asked, rubbing his hand along her side, because he knew it would make her sleepy.

"I only like a handful of names," she replied, and Bob could hear the pout in her voice even though the room was dark.

"Come on, Mo. Literally anything except Everett. Your sister will never forgive you."

"Yeah, but my nephew will think it's funny, and that's almost enough motivation for me to do it."

Bob groaned. "What's your second favorite name?"

It took Molly a few moments, but eventually she said, "I want to name him after you."

"Robert Junior?" he said, already shaking his head. "RJ?" He didn't like it at all.

"No. Your middle name. We can call him Charlie," she mumbled, obviously dozing off.

Now Bob smiled as he kissed his sleeping fiancee on the shoulder. "Charlie Floyd."

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Since it wasn't a leap year, Molly knew Bob wasn't really getting a birthday. "Still only eight years old," she told him on February twenty eighth. She was straddling his lap on the couch, but her belly was fucking enormous now and always in the way. He didn't seem to mind though as he gently held her and cradled her and the baby. She kissed down his cheek until she got to his lips. "You look terrible for your age."

Bob burst out laughing. "Thanks, Honey. Hoping the kid gets your genetics."

"Call him by his name," she whispered.

"Charlie," Bob said with a smile. There was no room left for Charlie to move around too much, but he always seemed to know when Bob was nearby. He was currently squirming so much, Molly was getting heartburn.

"He just wants his daddy all the time," she said, running her hands slowly over Bob's chest. "I want his daddy all the time, too."

"Yeah?" Bob asked cautiously. It was really difficult to fuck now. Molly was always uncomfortable. But she knew Bob was never going to rush her. So they spent about five minutes getting her propped up on the couch with throw pillows.

"This is a lot of work for you to get some birthday sex, Bobby," she crooned as his erection bumped her repeatedly in the leg while he made sure she was comfortable.

"It's worth it," he replied as he sank into her warm pussy.

"Oh, yeah... definitely worth it," she agreed, rocking back gently to meet his slow thrusts. It was unhurried and perfect, and Bob's big hands wrapped around to her belly made her feel safe.

But later that evening, she knew she had to do something she really didn't want to do. "Bob, it's time," she said solemnly as she stood with her jewelry box in both hands.

"I understand," he whispered, taking it from her and sitting down on their bed. He sighed sadly and watched her pull her shirt over her head followed by her sports bra. And then the pretty Mrs. Floyd piercings had to come out. She almost laughed at the sad look on his face as she put them in her jewelry box and closed the lid.

"They'll be back. I promise."

"I know," he whispered, kissing along both of her breasts and nuzzling her with his nose. She felt like she looked all swollen and misshapen, but he didn't seem to mind as he kissed her everywhere.

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"You can't be serious right now," Molly groaned the following night as she nibbled on some pizza. Everyone was out for Bob's fake birthday at the usual restaurant. "You're going to Disney World? Without me?!" she asked Everett.

Bob tried not to laugh as his soon to be nephew looked genuinely upset. "Mom, can we bring Aunt Molly with us?" he whispered.

But Molly just laughed and kissed him. "No, this vacation is for you and your parents. Besides, the baby will be too young this summer. I'll come next time."

"How much longer until the baby comes?" Everett asked her looking at her belly hopefully. "This is taking forever."

"Hopefully just a few more days," Bob supplied, offering Molly more pizza. But she hadn't even finished one slice yet, just sipping some apple juice instead.

"No," she told him. "I don't feel great today."

Then Bob noticed the ridiculous grin on Everett's face where he sat perched on Bradley's lap. "I got a new dad. I'm getting my very own cousin, and even an Uncle Bob!"

"You're living your best life, my man," Molly told him. "It's like you planned this all out."

But she really didn't look comfortable at all, and Bob knew she was struggling with fatigue now. So he kissed her cheek, insisted on paying for dinner, and started to herd everyone outside. As soon as he opened the passenger side door of his truck and tried to help her in, she started shaking her head.

"I'm going to throw up," she insisted and started heading for some of the shrubs along the side of the parking lot. "Oh. Oh no."

But she didn't throw up. Her water broke. Bob froze as Molly turned to look at him as she started crying. "I just peed," she whispered.

Then his adrenaline kicked in fully, and he closed the distance to her. "Honey, I think your water broke," he said gently, and she gasped, panic all over her face.

"No," she said, shaking her head more. "I'm not ready."

"I don't think we have much choice," he told her carefully as he guided her back to the truck. Her sister had already left with Bradley and Everett, so he would have to call them once they got to the hospital. But he needed to focus on this first, because Molly was starting to lose it.

"I can't do this. I can't!" she nearly screamed, fighting him as he tried to get her into the truck. Her pink leggings were all wet, and she was scrambling in every direction seemingly at the same time. "I don't want to," she informed him, eyes wide and unsure.

"I'll be with you the whole time," he whispered, kissing her cheek. He was over prepared. He knew that. But he'd been sending Molly around everywhere with her hospital bag which he had packed for her, and it was currently tucked behind the driver's seat. She was as ready as she was going to be whether she wanted to admit it or not.

Once he was finally pulling out of the parking lot with Molly successfully buckled in, Bob felt the panic as well, but he tried to keep his cool. Then suddenly Molly clutched at her belly and loudly groaned, "Shit."

"What?!"

"Is that a contraction?" she asked, gripping at the door handle. "Shit! Fucking hurts!"

When they finally got to the hospital, things had gotten worse. He took her in through the emergency room since that was where she worked. Everyone ran out to watch Bob wheel her inside in a wheelchair. She was gripping the arms and looking back up at him like he was absolutely ruining her day by bringing her here.

"Molly's here!" one of her coworkers yelled.

Molly responded by crying and shouting, "Fuck!" But nobody seemed to think this was unexpected. They just helped Bob along to the elevator and opened all of the necessary doors to get her to the labor and delivery area.

"Thanks," he told them as another nurse let him know he could take Molly into room two. There were new mothers and nurses pushing bassinets around. It was serene. Peaceful. Really one of the loveliest things Bob had ever seen. And he was currently interrupting it by pushing Molly through as she moaned the f-word so loud and so long that nearly everyone was turning to look.

"It's okay, Honey," he promised as he got her into room number two.

"No, Bob!" she shouted. "It is fucking not okay! I feel like I pissed myself. I look like I pissed myself. And Charlie fucking hates me, because it hurts so much!"

She was doubled over, holding her belly. The pain on her face as she had a contraction made Bob reach for her instantly. A tear slid down her cheek, and she whimpered. And then the obscenities flowed.

Bob tried to apologize to all of the nurses as Molly called them 'fucking assfucks', but they didn't seem to mind at all. He did however close the door as her contractions got closer together.

Hours later, after he had called his mom and Molly's sister and told them what was going on, Bob was exhausted. But he knew Molly was much worse off in that department. She was soaked with sweat and was currently glaring at him.

"I hope you're happy, Bob," she growled, eyes flashing. "Your monster cock did this to me. Lulled me into a false sense of sexual bliss. And then your filthy mega sperm took over, and finished the job."

She looked like she wanted to hurt him, and he had to try very hard not to laugh as he held her hand. "I'm sorry, Mo. I'll never do it again," he promised.

Then she started crying. "You'll never fuck me again?"

"That's not what I meant!" he said quickly, but she was already in tears. And she said the word 'cuntbag' so many times in a row while she pushed that he lost count.

"I see the baby," the doctor finally announced after what seemed like days.

"Get it out! Get it fucking out!" Molly screamed, and Bob felt like screaming too. She had such a tight grip on his fingers, he was sure she cracked some bones.

But when she looked at him, clearly scared, he kissed her sweaty forehead and told her he had never been more impressed by anyone in his entire life. And it was the truth. She looked like she was on the verge of passing out when the doctor announced that it was in fact a boy and gave the time of birth. After Charlie was measured and weighed, one of the nurses placed him in Molly's arms.

"I don't know what to do," she whispered, carefully holding him against her chest with one arm and stroking his cheek with her fingers. "I don't know what to do." But her gaze was transfixed on their son, and her lips were softly parted in wonder. Bob could already tell that Charlie was the perfect baby. Little puckered lips and eyes that were fighting to stay open against the bright overhead lights.

"Oh my god," Bob whispered, leaning down to kiss his son. "Molly. He's actually perfect."

Her fingers stroked along his soft skin while Bob held onto one tiny fist. "He actually is."

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The only problem with the next few months was that they flew by. All of Bob's aviator friends had covered the pickup truck in yellow and black BABY ON BOARD signs the day they took Charlie home from the hospital. Molly thought it was hilarious, but Bob grumbled as he removed all of them.

To Molly's extreme annoyance, Charlie seemed to prefer Bradley over all of their other visitors. Everett was overjoyed every time he got to sit with the baby, and her sister was already helping Molly with literally everything under the sun. But it was Bradley who was able to calm Charlie down and get him to fall asleep on his chest.

"I'm the baby whisperer," he informed everyone every time he had the opportunity.

"You're Uncle Turd," Molly told him, but Bradley just smiled at her. She couldn't be too mean, because she needed his help. He was the one who was supposed to be distracting Bob for an entire day while Molly got her wedding gift for him finished.

She wasn't sure what the two men were going to do after the batting cages, but Molly didn't really care. She had approximately seven hours from the time she dropped Charlie off with her sister to the time she had to be back home. The wedding was in a week, the bodice of her dress was sheer lace, and she wanted the tattoo to be perfect.

After she told her tattoo artist the exact placement she wanted and the colors to use, she sat back in the chair in her bra with her arm over her head. Molly looked down at the stretch marks on her still puffy belly. Instead of talking to Charlie there every night, Bob sat in the nursery for fifteen minutes and chatted while he rocked him to sleep. And then he did any number of sweet or dirty things to her before they fell asleep together for a few precious hours until the baby woke them up.

But Bob never once made her feel like her weird looking belly was an issue for him. And when she brought it up one night with tears threatening behind her eyes, he told her she was more beautiful than anything he could have ever dreamed up. And Bob never lied.

"All finished," the artist said, wiping along her skin with a towel one last time and handing her a mirror.

A big, bold violet. A beautiful, blooming daffodil. And even a small pink rosebud. Bob, Charlie and Bradley. "Looks great."

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As soon as Molly showed Bob her tattoo, he wrapped her up in his arms. "Gorgeous, Honey," he said, kissing her before examining it a little closer. He ran his fingers along the colorful carnations that were there for her mom and dad, and when he got to the daffodil that she got for Charlier, his fingers froze. There was a small gap between his flower and their son's flower, and when he looked up at Molly she was smiling. "Is it finished now?" he asked cautiously.

She just shrugged. "I'm not sure yet."

Bob would never pressure her to have another child with him. He hadn't really expected to get this lucky in life, let alone feel bold enough to hope for anything more. But that little gap gave him butterflies. Charlie was the sweetest baby in the world, and Bob was obsessed with being a dad. It was his favorite thing. And he wouldn't hesitate to list the condo and find a bigger place if Molly wanted to do this all over again. "You just let me know."

"I will, Coach Cute Daddy."

Bob held her close, knowing they needed to get ready for bed soon. Charlie was still notorious for waking them up at three in the morning to eat, even though he was four months old. Molly kept saying he would probably grow out of it soon, but Bob figured his son loved them so much, he wanted them in the nursery with him.

"Are you ready for Saturday?" he asked, taking his glasses off as Molly climbed into bed.

"Are you asking if I'm ready for the dream wedding that I've spent months planning out? Then yes, I'm ready. All you have to do is show up with the baby, agree to marry me, kiss me, and fuck me. Not all in the wildflower meadow."

Bob kissed along her shoulder as she fell asleep. Molly made him laugh more than he ever had before. And Charlie made him smile more than he ever had before. And by Saturday evening, he'd be married.

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"I can't believe my wild child of a baby sister is getting married today."

Molly sighed contentedly and said, "To Bob Floyd. The sweet, shy man of my dreams."

Her sister laughed and added, "I don't think Bob was planning on anything like you happening to him."

Molly scoffed as she picked up her bouquet made entirely of gas station flowers. "Anything like me? You mean getting his world rocked and having a kid after being together less than a year? He's lucky."

"He is," she agreed, kissing Molly's cheek. "Now please explain to me why you are getting married with these cheap flowers when there's literally an entire meadow of multicolored poppies and zinnias growing outside?"

Molly pressed her nose to them. "Because Bob picked them up for me last night, and they're my favorite. The other flowers can learn some respect."

"If you say so," she replied, taking Molly by the hand. "As soon as I can give you away, you are one hundred percent Bob's problem." But she was holding tight to Molly's hand, and it sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

Molly walked outside with her sister and started down the grassy path toward the spot where Bob was holding Charlie in the distance. "I will never stop being your problem. And Bradley's problem by proximity."

"Good," her sister whispered, and Molly smiled at her as she cried a little bit. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

And then they walked toward the setting sun past the most beautiful shades of orange, green and yellow Molly could imagine. And it probably wasn't like other weddings, but the best ones weren't.

They stopped so Molly could give hugs and kisses to Bob's parents and the rest of his family. And they stopped so she could get a kiss on the forehead from Bradley. "Love you, turd," she whispered.

"Hey," he said in his raspy voice as she kissed Everett. "You owe me forever for agreeing to coach tee ball with Bob."

"And you owe me forever for letting you marry my sister," she replied easily.

He just nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. We're square."

Molly was laughing as she handed her gas station flowers off to Nat with a hug, and then she was standing in front of Bob and Charlie.

"Hey, Honey," Bob whispered as she took Charlie from his hands so she could hold him for a bit while he napped. She kissed his soft chubby cheek, and his eyes fluttered open before closing again.

Then she met Bob's greenish blue eyes, and he was looking at her like that very first day at tee ball, over a year ago. Like he couldn't believe she was giving him the time of day. She took a step closer to him, and said, "Hey, Coach Cute Glasses. Did you remember your allergy pills?"

"A double dose," he promised. "You ready to marry me?"

"Yes."

Molly held Charlie, and Bob wrapped his strong arm around her waist as they turned toward the sunset. The wedding was short, led by John who married her sister and Bradley last September. And as Molly closed her eyes and kissed Bob at the end of the ceremony, the warmth of the summer evening and the scent of wildflowers washed over her.

The soft nudge of Bob's glasses against her cheek and the way he helped cradle Charlie had Molly leaning in for another kiss. Maybe it would be just the three of them, maybe not. But Molly wanted to take her family on every adventure with her.

"I love you, Cowboy Bob."

Bob smiled and kissed her softly before pressing his lip to Charlie's forehead. "I love you both."

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Ahhhh! Thanks for joining Molly, Bob and CHARLIE on this little adventure! I'm sure they will have so many more together. You can always peep more details about them if you read Batting Practice (and maybe some future one-shots)! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing.

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Is a flameout and an unstart the same thing?

I was asked this question on X .

SR 71 pilot David Peters answered…Linda Sheffield Miller: no, they are not the same. An unstart is what Lockheed terms an aerodynamic disturbance. That is when the shock wave escapes the inlet for any particular reason. A flame-out may or may not occur if the engine quits running, whether the inlet is involved or not. It’s like when your car engine quits. Flameouts have occurred during an AB but it is really quite rare.

I also received answers from Robert Hall.

Robert Hall’s answer was: Some who don't know consider them the same, but technically:

Unstart is an airflow condition in the inlet

Flameout is the combustion going out causing the engine to rundown.

I'm not sure if an Unstart could cause a flameout but not the same thing, and I heard that unstarts were violent and caused immediate yaw, whereas a flameout may result in a more gradual rundown.

David Peters: Robert D Hall III the afterburner does not always blow out in an unstart. Most times the inlet blows out, the SES B system detects the pressure discrepancy and both inlets are put in restart and recovered before the pilot can even get into the checklist items. Unstart is a bold face item but it goes through the same process as the SES shock expulsion system .

Thank you Dave and Robert for this information. Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

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andydrysdalerogers · 10 months

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Sliding Into Home - Take Your Niece to Work Day

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: You Left Me

Soft skin.

Wet lips.

A needy moan.

“Frankie...”

She was there, her beautiful body underneath him.

Abby.

He kissed the delicate skin of her neck as he rocked inside of her. “God Baby, you feel so good.”

She gripped his back harder. “Don’t stop Frankie, don’t stop.”

“Never Cricket. I love you.” He kissed her lips softly, muffling her cries.

“I love you too.” Her back arched as Frank hit that spot inside her. “There,” she cried.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me Cricket?”

“Please Frankie,” she moaned.

“Let go for me Abigail,” he ordered in a low voice. “I got you, cum for me.”

Her eyes shut as bliss took over. “Frankie...”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Fucking shit!”

Frank bolted up, sweat across his brow. He looked down at the mess on his abs. Fuck, he muttered. It was the fourth night in a row that he had dreamt about her and released his load. He laid back against the pillows as he tried to calm his heart. Seeing Abby holding Mary had broken the hold he had on himself. He had tried not to think about her in the last five years but now, now he couldn’t stop. Wet dream after wet dream about his girl. Fuck. Not his girl anymore. After a few moments, he got up and cleaned up, got dressed and made Mary breakfast.

It was just the two of them for the next couple of days as Scott headed back to Boston for a family reunion. Except Frank forgot and had no sitter for Mary while he played. After talking to his coach and manager, the Dodgers agreed to have a suite set up for Mary and have an attendant watch her.

“Why can’t I just stay home?”

“Because you’re nine.”

“I’ll be nine tomorrow too.”

“And tomorrow will be the same.”

“Frank...” she whines.

“Mary,” he replies in the same tone as he makes the turn into the players parking lot.

She crossed her arms. “You’re not funny.”

Frank cracked a smile. “Not true.” He pokes her side to get a giggle. “Got you laughing.” He parks and they get out, with Frank grabbing his bag.

Holding hands, Mary swings as they walk. “Can we have burgers after?”

“Sure. As long as I get a good report on you Nug, then we can get whatever you want. Food wise,” as he sees a look in her eyes.

She pouts. “But we need a dog.”

“We don’t need a dog.”

“You’re never home so how would you know?”

“That’s low,” he replies. “I’m working.”

“You’re playing baseball. That’s not working. That’s fun.”

Frank looks down at her and sighs. “That’s fair. I’ll think about it ok?”

As they walk in, a woman approaches. “Mr. Adler?”

“Yeah?”

“Sorry I’m Cissy Roberts. Mr. Phelps sent me to watch Mary during practice and the game.” The woman was shameless as she checked out Frank, he eyes drifting over his arms and down to his loose jeans. She looked back at his face and smiled. She then looked at Mary. “Your daughter is beautiful.”

“She’s my niece, but thank you,” he replied. She was attractive, blonde with light blue eyes but he could read ‘gold-digger’ a mile away. He knelt before Mary. “Behave, please. Here,” he gave her a few bills. “There should be food but if you see something you want, get it.” He hugged her, “and we’ll get burgers if you can annoy this one as much as you can,” he whispers.

May giggled. “Thanks Frank! Hit a home run for me!”

“Will do Nugget.” He turned to Cissy. “Thanks.”

She batted her eyelashes. “My pleasure,” she replied in a flirty tone.

Frank turned towards the locker room, rolling his eyes. Every woman was the same. Well not every woman. Just one wanted Frank for him and not his money. But since her, he hadn’t met anyone that didn’t see dollar signs when they looked at him. Which is why he vowed to stay true to Mary only. As he made his way down, he failed to notice a certain Latina who watched the entire exchange.

Abby’s blood shouldn’t have boiled at the sight of Todd’s assistant flirting with Frank. The twenty something was blonde with her large boobs out in her “professional” team polo. But when she spotted Frank’s eye roll and annoyed face, she smiled. He’s not interested. That thought made her giddy.

During the fifth inning, Abby was walking from the owner’s suite back to the offices when she spotted a familiar blonde wandering the corridor. “Mary?”

Mary turned to Abby and smiled. “Abby!”

“Sweetheart, what are you doing walking alone in the hallway?”

“I needed the bathroom, and I didn’t want her to go with me. I’m nine and I don’t need someone to watch me while I peed.” She crossed her arms.

“Ok, but it is not safe to wander by yourself. She should have just walked you there and waited outside.” Abby rubbed her temples and sighed. “Did you use the bathroom?” Mary nodded. “Ok, let’s get you back.”

Abby walked Mary back and only stopped when Mary spotted a bear that had Frank’s name and number on its little jersey. She pulled out her crumpled bills, but Abby stopped her. She flashed her company badge and credit card, getting a discount for the bear. “Save your dollars, baby girl.”

Finally, after consulting an attendant, she found Frank’s suite and was allowed in and frowned. Cissy was sitting on the couch on her phone, laughing and checking her nails. “Yea, pretty sweet gig to just watch his kid or whatever. she’s just a …”

“You might want to be careful on how to finish that sentence,” Abby growled as she looked at the young woman.

Cissy didn’t even bother to say goodbye when she hung up the phone. “Abby, this is...”

“Its Dr. Hernandez,” Abby cut her off. “And what were you thinking, allowing a nine-year-old just wander around alone? Do you understand how dangerous that could be? She was your responsibility, and I would think impressing your boss and other team officials would be high on your list.”

Cissy blanched but Abby had no sympathy for her. “You are dismissed, Miss Roberts. I will speak to Mr. Phelps about this incident.”

Cissy grabbed her bag and stalked towards the door. “I don’t know why you care,” she said, flipping her hair. “It's not like he’s your boyfriend or fiancé.”

Abby laughed. “But she is my goddaughter. I will always fucking care.” At those words, Cissy practically ran from the room.

“That was awesome,” Mary said. “Frank said we could get burgers if I made her leave. Does this count?”

Abby laughed. “I’ll make sure it does. C’mon,” she looked at the screen. “Frank is at bat.”

They watched the game as Mary chattered about what had been happening since her trip to the emergency room. “I’m trying to convince Frank that we need a dog.”

“What kind?” Abby took another bite of her ice cream sandwich.

“I don’t know. But one I can cuddle with when Frank’s not home. Scott’s nice but sometimes I need someone else to cuddle with.”

“Oh,” Abby had no other response at the honest answer she gave. It was the bottom of the ninth and Frank was back at bat. The Dodgers were tied with Miami, the bases were loaded and needed a walk off to win the game. Abby watched the familiar routine of Frank at bat. It was something that she had been memorized with since high school. He would tap the bat against his boot, legs spread, swing the bat in a circle before popping that elbow and then stare down at the pitcher.

He could see him grip the bat a fraction, anticipating the pitched. She sucked in a breath and waiting for the pitch. She could feel it, the pitch was going to be perfect for him. Frank never wavered and brought the stick around and then... CRACK!

Abby and Mary stood with the stadium as the ball flew into the left field, waiting to see if I would be a pop fly or if it had enough power behind it. “C’mon,” she whispered. “Get there.”

The crowd roared as the ball sailed into the seats. A walk off grand slam. The fireworks went off as the cheers from the crowd became deafening. Mary jumped into Abby arms, cheering her uncle as he ran the bases and met the rest of the team at home plate. The guys were jumping and cheering for the win.

“C’mon on Nugget. Let’s get down to the family room and wait for Frank.” Mary smiled and grabbed her bear and held Abby’s hand as they made their way down. As they walked the hallway, an unexpected figure stopped them.

“Hey beautiful, I was looking... for you.” Mike observed Mary and tried not to show his emotions. “Hi Mary.”

Mary looked at him for a moment before smiling. “Uncle Mike!” She let go of Abby and jumped into Mike’s arms.

“Wow, Nugget, you have gotten so big,” he said in a happy tone.

“I haven’t seen you in forever, Uncle Mike. How are you here in Los Angeles?”

“I got a job out here a couple of years ago.” He put the girl down and leaned over to kiss Abby. Mary watched as their lips met and frowned. She changed her expression when Mike turned back. “Where are you two headed to?”

“Oh, Abby was watching me because the lady who was supposed to watch me let me go to the bathroom by myself and I got lost. Abby found me and took me back and basically fired the other girl. It was so cool. Have you ever seen Abby be a boss? It's so awesome!” Marry chattered.

“That’s great.” Mike’s smile was tight.

“Yeah, I’m just walking her to the family room and let Todd and Frank know what happened.” Abby offered a weak smile to Mike. “I can’t believe she just let Mary wander around. I don’t even want to think about what might have happened.”

“I understand, beautiful. I’ll walk with you.” Mike took Abby’s hand as Mary took Abby’s other hand. Mary chattered like normal for the five minutes to the room. As Abby went to find out how long the team would be, Mary sat with a water next to Mike. “How do you like Los Angeles?”

“It's ok. It sucked for a little bit and it really sucked when I got sick. But Abby took me to the emergency room with Scott and she made it better. She’s the best.”

“Abby took you to the hospital?”

“Uh huh. Frank was on a road trip and Scott freaked out, but it was ok. She cuddled with me until Frank got there. That’s why I said I should get a dog. That way, I have someone to cuddle with.”

Abby walked into the room. “They’ll be about 20. Frank was doing interviews and needed to clean up according to Todd. Told him about the little bitch from earlier and he’s going to handle it.” She smiled at Mike but got a stony look back. “What is it?”

“I didn’t know you had taken care of Mary when she was sick. You never mentioned it,” he said in a hard tone. Abby blanched. “We’ll talk about this when we get home.” The couple sat in silence as they waited for Frank. Mary could sense the tension and played with her bear. She would look up every time the door would open. Finally, a familiar face came in.

“Frank!” Mary ran up to her uncle and gave him a big hug as he crouched on the floor. “You hit a home run!”

“I told you I would Nugget,” he said, ruffling her hair. He looked up to see Abby and smiled and then saw Mike and the smile fell. “Abby, Mike, nice to see you.”

“Hi Frank,” Mike said gruffly.

“Thanks for watching her. Phelps told me what happened. Thank you, Cricket, for stepping in.”

“If you need help watching her...” Abby began.

“Thanks, but a couple of the guys mentioned a service their wives use for their kids, and I’ll just have them take care of it.” Frank swallowed. “Anyways, I promised this one a burger,” putting his hands on Mary’s shoulders.

“Can we go to Bob’s? Its soooo good.”

“Sure Nug.”

Mary turned back to the couple. “Did you want to go with us? They made real cherry coke, just like at home.”

Before they could respond, Frank interjected. “Its just us Nugget. Got some things I want to talk to you about and I’m sure Abby and Mike are tired of babysitting you.”

“I am not a baby!” Mary stamped her foot until her attention was taken by the door again. “Johnny!”

“Hey Strawberry!” Johnny greeted the girl, effectively distracting her. Frank turned back to Mike and Abby.

“Thanks again. Sorry she was a bother.” He waved and turned back to Mary and Johnny.

Mike took Abby’s hand and walked her out. He was silent as he walked them to his car. “My car...” she started.

“I’ll drive you back in the morning,” he said sharply. He opened the door for her, and she slid in. Mike climbed in and drove fast down the mountain. Abby could see that his jaw was tight, eyes narrowed. She swallowed and trembled.

“Mike...”

“You lied, Abigail. You lied to me that night. I told you I didn’t want you near them.”

“I’m sorry but Mary was really sick and she...”

“I don’t give a fuck! I don’t fucking care about any of the Adlers!” He pulled into their home and screeched to a halt. He climbed out and pulled Abby out of the car. He dragged her in and slammed the door. He threw her into the living room, narrowly missing the coffee table. She stumbled and cowered away from him.

“Mike, please, I’m sorry...”

Slap.

Abby’s head snapped to the side, her skin on fire as she cupped her cheek. Her expression was stunned as she looked at Mike. The rage in his face disappeared as he realized what he had done. “Abby, baby...”

“Don’t touch me!” Abby ran to the bathroom and locked the door. She went back to the far wall as Mike tried the door.

“Abby, baby I am so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I am so sorry.” Mike begged at the door. “Love, please.”

Abby sobbed as she clutched her knees hiding her face. Mike had never struck her before. She heard Mike hit the floor, sobbing just like her. “Baby, please, I am so fucking sorry.”

Abby fell asleep on the floor.

Mary was bouncing in the booth, telling Frank and Johnny the story about Cissy and Abby. “And then Abby said, But she is my goddaughter. I will always f-ing care.”

“Mary,” Frank admonished.

“What? I didn’t say it,” she said as she shoved another fry in her mouth.

Johnny laughed. “Strawberry, you are a crack up.” He turned to Frank. “So, what is the deal with Dr. Hernandez? I know you have a past; you told the team as much but...”

Frank hung his head. He turned to Johnny. “It’s a long, complicated story.”

“I have time,” as Johnny sipped his coffee. “I’m not going to the bar tonight seeing as I saw the blonde I wanted to see,” he winked, making Frank groan. Johnny laughed but after a moment got serious. “It looks like you need a friend, Adler.”

Frank considered it for a moment. Yeah, he had Scott and Steve and Andy, sure, but he had no other friends after Bobby Fuller had helped screw him over. “Ok,” he said, “I guess it would have to start the day I met Abby.” Frank told him everything, from the day they met to being drafted, Mary and finally that night in Vegas. “I promise Johnny, I didn’t touch that girl. I’m not that guy.”

“Yeah, I know,” Johnny replied. He looked over at Mary, headphones on, watching whatever video. “That sucks for Mary, having to go through all of that.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I don’t date. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve hooked up with women when I’m on the road but it's always one night. And I never bring anyone home to Mary. She’s my whole world.”

“But Mary is going to get older,” Johnny reasoned. “Eventually you want to have a family for her, right?”

“I did, with Abby. But now, now I don’t know. I still want it to be with Abby. I can’t stand that she’s with him.” Frank checked on Mary before he continued. “When we were in Arizona, I saw Mike grab Abby, and she looked uncomfortable. She spotted me after, but I just made it look like I hadn’t seen her. I check her over every time I see her, but it just looks like a one off.”

“Fuck, he hurt her. I’ve only talked to him a couple of time but I get a vibe. Have you talked to her about it?”

Frank shook his head. “I don’t have the right anymore.” He sighed.

Johnny chewed on some of the fries. “Look, I know you don’t want to date but you should have someone you can go to events with. Because the jersey chasers at these events are ruthless.”

“I don’t want a girlfriend, Storm.”

“I’m not saying she’ll be your girlfriend but if you guys hit it off, then maybe it can lead to something.”

Frank rolled his eyes. “I’m going to regret this but who do you have in mind?”

Johnny smiled. “My sister, Susan. She’s great really. She’s a scientist at JPL and I feel like I could trust you with her. Maybe, Susie can help with getting Abby to open up. Kill two birds and all that.”

“I don’t want to lead your sister on.”

“So, meet with her. Tomorrow, for coffee. I’ll go and everything will be platonic. Bring Mary if you want. I know this place that has a kid's area and good coffee.”

Frank took a sip of his cola and stared into space. Johnny was right, having a friend be his date at these events would make life easier. He had done them solo in Boston if he wasn’t able to get out of it, and it had been rough having other player’s date all around him. He got rid of them but felt like his teammates blamed him. Another reason to leave Boston behind.

“Fine, set it up. But I mean it Johnny, I am not looking to get serious with anyone right now. Or ever.”

Johnny smiled as he whipped out his phone. “Sure Frank, whatever you say.”

This is how Frank found himself seated across from Johnny and a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Susan Storm was Abby in blonde. And while this should have been something that intrigued Frank, it just made him want to be with Abby more.

“Johnny tells me that you have a niece?” Susan asked, sipping her tea.

“Yeah, Mary. I took custody of her when she was about six months old. She’s my world.” He smiled fondly at the thoughts about her. “I would have brought her, but she had a project at school with her classmates. Something to do with space, I forget.”

The conversation was light and simple. And as the Storms and Frank left with a hug and a handshake, Frank felt optimistic for the first time in a long time.

Of course, nothing in life is that simple. Especially in Los Angeles, where there is a camera everywhere.

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