Outline: Coriolanus is starting to lose control over his feelings for you and the way your driver seems to be flirting with you forces him to show him - and you - who you belong to.
Word Count: 4’626
Warnings: Coriolanus Snow should be a warning in itself, jealous/possessive husband, pregnancy (TTC), marriage of convenience, public s*x (kinda), VERY FREAKIN EXPLICIT SMUT.
Outline: In district 12, peacekeeper Coriolanus Snow catches you sneaking past the fence. Thankfully for you, he accepts when you offer him a special arrangement in exchange of his silence.
Word count: 2’700
Warnings: power imbalance, consensual coercion (if that’s a thing), explicit smut.
MAFIA BOB MAFIA BOB PLEASE!! ~nurse-sainz
Warning: blood and stitches and guns mentioned
Its always concerning when you walk into your house and the surfaces are covered in blood.
Summary: Anna knew now. She knew all about Bob's poetry and how he thought about her when she wasn't even with him. Instead of it making her timid, she told him she wanted to go to his bedroom. Instead of taking it slow, he took it all the way.
Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, smut, oral, 18+
Length: 3200 words
Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)
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Having Anna in his house again was an exercise in restraint for Bob. When he thought about tracing her freckles with his gaze, he stopped himself. When he wanted to kiss her neck while she stood in front of him while they built the bookshelf, he made sure he did nothing of the sort. It was time to organize his books now, and he had to keep himself focused. When she started to head upstairs toward the bedrooms, he tried his hardest to block out the idea of guiding her to the left and into his room instead of the spare room on the right.
The sway of her hips in her black leggings was so enticing as she climbed the stairs ahead of him. It was taking too much of his willpower to keep from reaching out to touch her, and that's how he responded poorly when she said, You have to tell me why you like poetry so much."
Beth! I love all of these adprable Meet-Cutes! I can't wait to see the boards to go with them!
Can I please request
🎈 - We arrive at a fancy dress party wearing two halves of the same costume.
With Bob?
- XOXO Star
This turned out to be such a fun one! I might also have invited a party theme idea 😂 There is a sneaky little Hangster moment in the blurb too, just because. Thank you for requesting Star!
🎈 Congratulations! You’ve scored yourself a spot on the guest list for Bradley's Birthday Bash Bonanza.
It was that time of year again. You’d received the invite for the party to end all parties. Ever since you became friends with him in high school, Bradley had been known to throw the most raucous, extravagant parties to celebrate his birthday, and you'd been invited to every single one, despite the two of you living in different states for most of your adult lives. You always did your best to make it, but inevitably spent the week before the big day psyching yourself up for an introvert’s nightmare, dreading the overwhelming crowds, ear-splitting music and being socially pressured to dance.
This year's theme is Perfect Pairs! Every attendee will be given the name of one-half of a famous duo to dress up as. Think Mickey and Minnie, Posh and Becks, Homer and Marge. The twist? You won't know who you're paired with until you arrive.
There was always a ridiculous theme. Bradley was too extra to do something normal.
Once you’ve found your match, you’ll become a team for the rest of the night's games, challenges, and contests. The victorious pair will win a prize!
You groaned, desperately hoping Bradley hadn't paired you up with some weirdo or lumbered you with a horrendous costume, like being the Mike Wazowski to someone’s Sully.
You opened the small envelope containing your fate with trepidation.
-
Bob read the card and breathed a sigh of relief. James Bond. He could work with that. He could just slick his back his hair, put on a tux and carry a martini around all night.
The couple part wasn't obvious to him though. Q? M? Moneypenny possibly? But those weren't iconic enough. Goldfinger? Or maybe the person paired with him would have to dress up like a Martini or an Aston Martin DB-something. That seemed like the sort of shit Bradley would pull.
Bob was mostly nervous about having to spend the evening in a team with someone he’d never met. He didn’t possess James Bond’s suaveness or confidence or wield a licence to thrill. As for succeeding at party games – he’d be hopeless. Unless sudoku and crosswords were involved, his poor partner would be doing most of the heavy lifting.
Worse still, what if his partner got wind that they were paired up with him and didn’t show up at all?
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You can't not go, you told yourself. You'll be fine once you get there.
Looking at yourself in the mirror, though, you weren't entirely sure.
This wasn't you. You weren’t sexy enough to pull off being a Bond Girl. The dress you wore was too tight and left nothing to the imagination. The fake pistol you’d strapped your leg just looked silly. The costume jewellery you’d chosen felt too garish. And why on earth had you convinced yourself to buy a fake fur shawl?
James Bond was going to be so disappointed when he looked down the barrel of his gun and realised, he was stuck with you.
-
Bob gulped. It turned out it was possible to be both shaken and stirred. He almost dropped his martini when he saw you step into the room.
The Honey Ryder to his Sean Connery.
The Anya Amasova to his Roger Moore.
The Vesper Lynd to his Daniel Craig.
Except he thought you were even more beautiful than every Bond Girl to ever have graced the silver screen. But you were clearly in distress. As a fellow introvert, he recognised your familiar expression of uncertainty in an instant. So, without allowing himself to give the matter a second thought, he made a beeline for you. He ducked and dived between all the other partygoers trying to find their pairs as if he was dodging bullets or navigating a maze of lasers (or was that Mission Impossible?)
Nevertheless, he made it across the room and came to a halt in front of you. He adjusted his cuffs and shot you a smile. It took you a moment to register what he was wearing, and then your eyes went wide. It was time for Bob to channel the smooth-talking Casanova he was dressed up as.
“The name’s Bob. James, Bob.”
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“007 has zeroed in on target,” Jake said, whispering in Bradley’s ear. The two of them were watching you and Bob, knowing smirks plastered across their faces.
“Am I an evil genius or am I evil genius?” Bradley asked, draping in arm around his boyfriend. Jake leant into his hold.
“Glad to see I’m finally rubbing off on you,” he drawled.
“No way. This was my master plan. I've known her for years. Bob is the one, I’m sure.”
“I'll take your word for it.”
“There's a first time for everything,” Bradley retorted.
Jake nudged him. “007 has made contact.”
Bradley was so pleased with himself he could almost burst. In about 5 seconds flat, you and Bob had gone from making awkward introductions to holding hands and giggling. Flirting.
“What did I tell you?” he gloated. “That man has a licence to kill.”
pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader word count: 1555 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], role play, slight dub con, an homage to fleabag s2 [2019], superior/subordinate, admiral robert “bob” floyd, shoe riding, office sex, degradation/humiliation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, breeding kink, excessive use of the word ‘cunt’,
summary: in which you would do anything for admiral floyd…
author’s note: based off this post by @lewmagoo about the new lew pics 🤤 tysm again for letting me write this!
Bob Floyd was many things. He was an instructor at Top Gun, a lover of Tolkien books and a huge fan of coffee. But Bob was also clumsy. That was how he bumped into the table, knocking her drink onto her notebook. He felt bad about it. Bad enough to come back time and time again, in the hopes that she would be there. And, every time, she is. Each time looking a little worse for wear. It doesn't take Bob long to realise he has to save her.
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Warnings: Abusive relationship! Abusive hair pulling! Abusive choking! Forceful sex! Domestic abuse! Seriously don't read if you're affect by stuff like this! Talks of stalking (but in a non serious manner), talks of non consensual groping. THIS ONE IS HEAVY WITH DOMESTIC ABUSE THEMES RIGHT FROM THE GET GO, she gets called a whore, choking
Because of the level of the things in this one, if you'd like to skip the domestic abuse part, please skip the italics at the start of the chapter. The italics are only there so people have the option to skip
As soon as they were hidden from the view of The Hard Deck, hidden behind the cars, Ken let go of her. He released her shoulder with a not very friendly shove, sending her to the floor.
ꨄ requested: anonymous
ꨄ genre: fluff + suggestiveness
ꨄ summary: spencer's not very used to having to hide hickeys on his body and you had to leave before he had the chance to ask you how to hide it. doing the best he could, he threw on a shirt with a collar and hoped for the best.
spencer was sitting at his desk, head ducked down as he worked on his reports for the day. he was finishing up his third report when morgan walked up to his desk, an open folder in his left hand and a cup of coffee in his right.
"hey, kid, what did that note the unsub-" morgan looked up from the file and looked at spencer, his eyes landing on the deep red bruise poking out of his collar. a smirk immediately broke out on his face. "what is that?"
spencer's lips turned down, he looked down thinking something was on his shirt but quickly realized that his collar wasn't in place. his hand shot up to cover his neck but it was too late. "nothing! it's nothing!"
"since when have you been getting some action, pretty boy? if i remember correctly the last interaction you had with a woman you spilled your coffee on yourself." morgan snickered and set the file and cup of coffee down on spencer's desk, he pulled out the chair from the empty desk in front of spencer's and took a seat.
"i'm not- this is none of your business!" his voice went up a few pitches and a blush was rapidly spreading across his body. spencer's hands trembled with embarrassment as he tried to fix his collar.
"what have you done to him, morgan? he's so...red." garcia walked up behind derek and placed her hands on his shoulders, her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she took in the sight of spencer.
"¡ haven't done anything to him but apparently someone else has." derek reached forward and pulled spencer's collar to expose the hickey to penelope. spencer swatted his hand away and jerked back, pushing his chair back so he was out of his reach.
"spencer, i didn't even think you did those types of things!"
"i'm an adult," spencer's eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. he knew he was the youngest on the team and they all saw him as the baby of the group but he didn't actually think that they thought he was exempt from doing adult things. "¡ do adult things just like the rest of you."
there was a grimace painted on garcia and derek's faces when he said that. derek slapped his hands on his legs and gathered his things, mumbling something about unwanted images in his mind as he walked away.
MEI i have severe top gun maverick brain rot and all i can think about is reader being the admirals daughter and everyone assumes rooster or hangman is gonna go after her but it turns out she’s been hooking up with bob for AGES and they’re all like ??? how did you do that???? bob gets kinda flustered but readers just like idk he was really nice and he’s really good in bed
"Check it out," Phoenix elbows Bob where the man is engrossed in reading the back of the bar napkins Penny had handed them so that they didn't stain her tables again, "There's Mav's daughter. 'Think she's got that Hawaiian shirt on to seduce Rooster?"
Bob's eyes dart to where you're chatting with Penny, his shoulders stiffening as his friends turn to watch you.
"Nah, Rooster doesn't like orange. But those cowboy boots she's got on are probably for Hangman- didn't he say he'd teach her how to square dance?"
Penny reaches over the bar to tug affectionately at one of your braids and Bob tries to no avail to break the conversation.
"Actually, she's-"
"I'd say she was here to meet Fanboy, but she doesn't date losers," Phoenix's eyes are narrowed dangerously, and she hides a smirk against the rim of her bottle.
"Hey! Hangman's a bigger loser than I am!" He protests, but before the taller man can trap him in a headlock, Penny points towards the dagger squad where they're lounged in a corner of the bar, and your eyes shine as you rush over.
"Bob!" You shriek, throwing your arms around his neck and letting your legs bend when he hoists you off of the ground for a hearty hug. His muscles are well hidden beneath his regulation khakis, but he's built for much heavier loads than you, and he lets you hover a few inches off of the ground while he hugs you.
Your face is buried in his neck but you press a kiss against his cheek, catching the bewildered blinking of the rest of his squadron over his shoulder.
"Oh. I forgot you didn't know." You supply, your feet back on the ground as Bob keeps one arm slung loosely around your waist, "Sorry, we- uh, we've been hooking up for a while, it's just... I haven't seen him since you guys got shipped out."
"You've been hooking up with her?" Coyote stares down his nose at Bob who shifts subtly closer to you, nodding once, stiffly in the face of his teammate's scrutiny.
"Damn. And he was good enough in bed to keep you waiting 'til he got back?"
Bob flushes - you feel his skin warm where it's pressed against your own, and you fill the awkward silence.
"Oh, please. I'm sure you've seen it in the locker room; I'd wait a lifetime."
Bob scoffs over your shoulder, now even more flustered, but Phoenix is happy to save the situation.
"Does your dad know?" She tilts her chin towards you, remembering how viscerally uncomfortable their Captain had been whenever someone had suggested you get together with one of his aviators.
"Of course he knows," You laugh, "He's the one that set us up! 'Said Bob had to get his hands on me before Texas over there tried to Hold 'Em."
Bob wraps an arm protectively over your chest, leaning over your shoulder from behind to return a kiss against your own cheek.
Hangman whistles lowly, shaking his head with a dazed look, "Well, shit. I didn't know the offer to hold 'em was on the table, but-shit!"
Bob's face darkens but Rooster levels the toe of his boot with Hangman's lower thigh, striking him at the back of the knee and subsequently spilling beer over his khakis. Hangman grunts as his knees knock against the beer-sticky floor, but he seems to know he deserved what he'd gotten because he doesn't retaliate.
"We'll wrangle him." Rooster promises, "You two go have fun, Bob you gotta quarter for the jukebox?"
"Yes'sir," Bob nods, tugging you towards a lesser populated area- perfect for slow dancing even if the bar isn't, "Let's make up for lost time, honey."
Warnings: Oral (M receiving), Fingering, choking, p in v sex, unprotected sex, profanity.
Overview: You and Coriolanus are academic rivals. Much to his surpise however, you ask him for help regarding studying history. Going to your estate surely wouldn't lead to anything other than tutoring right? (Wrong you're a whore and we both know it babes)
Note: No Coryo is not wearing that godforsaken kilt. He’s wearing trousers, you’re welcome. Also, 4k words but feel free to skip to smut babe.
Bob Floyd was many things. He was an instructor at Top Gun, a lover of Tolkien books and a huge fan of coffee. But Bob was also clumsy. That was how he bumped into the table, knocking her drink onto her notebook. He felt bad about it. Bad enough to come back time and time again, in the hopes that she would be there. And, every time, she is. Each time looking a little worse for wear. It doesn't take Bob long to realise he has to save her.
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Warnings: Abusive relationship! Abusive hair pulling! Abusive choking! Forceful sex! Domestic abuse! Seriously don't read if you're affect by stuff like this! Talks of stalking (but in a non serious manner), talks of non consensual groping
"Are you guys going to The Hard Deck tonight?"
Bob turned at the voice behind him. He'd scanned the room for her when he first walked into the café, but she wasn't there.
Also (sorry I'm also really horny) Bob would take you out to a picnic in a nice secluded area of the park and then have you ride him because you knew damn well what wearing that little sundress would do to him
if you want the ever calm, collected bob floyd to lose his cool, wear a short little sundress and then flash him to reveal the fact that you aren’t wearing any panties underneath. it’s a sure way to turn him feral. and then add to it the thrill of semi public sex, and the idea that anyone could happen upon you two. it drives you both as you scramble to straddle him and get his cock inside you. he thinks you look breathtaking like this, surrounded by nature, your dress bunched at the hips. you’re as alluring as a forest nymph, and as beautiful as he imagined one might be. you rock against him and beg him to come inside you and he’s in absolute awe of you. you drive him entirely wild in the best way.
to break in a new house or apartment, boxes scattered about and furniture newly placed
Screams Bob after y'all move into your new house ;)
abby, i'm giggling and kicking my feet because yeah, it's so domestic bob in his new house.
minors and ageless blogs dni, explicit sexual content under the read more.
Day 16: Praise Kink (Bob Floyd x F!Reader)
(For the 2023 Kinktober event that I created on my own because I am boring and basic and am trying to keep it simple this year...found here!)
CW: Light angst, kinda (Bob gets deflated); talk of panic attacks and self-doubt; smut (handjob); 18+ only.
Word Count: 5656
AN: This was requested by an anon!
AN2: If you've been around a bit, you know the drill: this isn't edited or re-read or beta'ed.
It’s another terrible first date.
Bob struggles to even snag a first date. He’s unassuming; he lacks the swagger and extroversion to stroll up to a woman and talk her up. Most of his dates are obtained from other members of the Daggers—double dates, set-ups, stuff like that.
The latest one was set up by Fanboy, a friend of his sister. Within moments of meeting his date, Bob knows it’ll be a mess: she makes a face when she greets him at the door, and it goes downhill from there.
I feel like Bob would be really good at overstimulation because he's so patient. He'd have you naked and in tears, several orgasms deep before he even took his shirt off.
I'm going to pretend @attapullman sent this (but she'd never go nonny about Bob), because I wrote this little ficlet as a birthday treat in response to this sexy thought. Happy birthday, Morgan!
I Need a Minute (Bob Floyd x Reader)
contains smut, fingering, adult language, overstimulation and confident Bob
Your boyfriend was not someone to mess with. You knew that for a fact. Sure, he looked sweet and innocent in his wire rimmed glasses and unassuming shirts, but inside, he was a thinker. A planner. Someone who took all the time necessary to make a decision and formulate a plan. And in your case, he was currently working on exacting his revenge.
Anyone else would have a hard time reading it on his face, but you knew him well enough to notice the soft twitch of his lips and the subtle glances he was sending your way. It was your own fault for the way you teased him at the diner, sliding your hand up inch by inch beneath the napkin that was spread out on his lap until you got to the sweet spot. While you casually talked to all of his aviator friends, you stroked him slowly through his jeans. As you laughed with Mickey and Javy, you gave him a little squeeze just to hear his soft grunt.
