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Some of the songs that can be found on Bob's "Sugar" playlist in my Bob x Sweetie fan fic. He is well aware of the effect Hozier has on women.

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Sweetie; part 3 Bob Floyd x F! Reader “Sweetie” 18+ minors please do not interact :)

(Bob gives me soft-dom vibes and this is a reflection of that feeling)

Series with @blimpintime​, go check out the Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader story they’re writing, our stories are intertwined :) !!!!

As Bob pulls the bike back and forth through the streets, I silently hope that he can't feel my heart beating into his back. When we pull up to a stop light glowing against the dark sky he reaches his hand back and rubs his palm along the outside of my thigh. He has to know. I swallow dryly and move my hand to squeeze about halfway up his thigh. Bob stiffens against me and his hand stills before tightening its grip. When the light clicks to green he moves my hand, but instead of returning it to his waist he moves it lower.  

Bob moves my arm to rest lower around his hips and I gently slide my other one to meet it. Bob's body is rigid as he pushes us forward and moves us down the street. As we pass the entrance to the port Bob rubs a hand across my forearm and shifts his hips slightly full of nervous energy. I think I can feel him half hard through his jeans but I convince myself I’m imagining it. That I am getting my hopes up. I try to just hold on a little tighter and enjoy the ride. 

Bob pulls up to a dusty blue, shotgun house with white trim and a large porch. The porch is lit by multi-colored glass string-lights giving it an enchanted glow. The house was surrounded by a delicate chest high fence with a small gate off the side and a small driveway.  There was a swing with matching pillows on the opposite side of the porch from the front door and a wicker coffee table in front of it. A few plants hang from the gentle slopes of wood between the roof of the porch up. Actually there were a lot of plants, one sat on the coffee table and there were a few placed tastefully along the rest of the porch. The tiny yard was mostly one large flower bed with a tree and hedges growing along the side. I can't help but stare, it’s so cute and quaint. For a man who dropped bombs for a living he had a very adorable sense of style.

We pull into the driveway and come to a smooth stop and untangle ourselves from each other, I slide off my helmet and hold it in front of myself. Bob stands and does the same then smiles softly at me before he speaks, “Would you like to sit on the porch?” 

I’m surprised by the offer, then I realize Bob is giving me an out. I don’t have to go inside if I don't want to. We could sit on the porch like a courting couple and then he would offer to take me home before the clock hit ten, then kiss my hand goodbye again when he dropped me off at my apartment. I smiled up at him and tried to sound innocent when I asked, “I was actually going to ask to meet the Captain.” Bob smiled at the mention of his cat and took my hand and led me through his garden. As the lock turned in the door and the curtains in the window shuddered and a series of short demanding meows rang through the door. As Bob swings the door wide the little orange blur races slightly away before circling back to rub on Bob's legs and then turn and run again, then back to Bob's legs and repeat that until he sees me. The Captain approaches me and I slowly reach down and let him smell my hand to decide if I may stay. All of the sudden Captain rubs his cheek along my hand and I give him a gentle scratch before standing straight to see Bob beaming in my direction. 

“He likes you. That means I definitely like you,” he explains and I laugh at the goofy cat-dad vibe Bob is giving off. He shuts the door behind us and we kick off our shoes and I glance around. The living room is made of mostly wood and wicker, with dashes of blues and greens. 

“Make yourself at home,” Bob lifts the helmet from my hand and hangs both of ours on hooks next to the door, “Would you like some water? If you're hungry I could make dinner.” 

“I’d be fine with some water if you don't mind,” I smile at him and gently sit on the edge of the couch as Bob smiles and makes his way towards the kitchen. I see a few posters on the walls advertising Surf Competitions from the 70’s and 80’s. Others were sun bleached promotions for a boardwalk full of rides and promising fun. 

Bobs returns with two brightly colored glasses full of water and hands me one before settling down into the couch. I take a small sip of my water and gently set it down on the coffee table. I lean back and settle in next to him and he slides an arm around me. I blush at the contact and look up at him. 

Bob smiles softly, “Would you like to watch a movie?” I turn towards him and he stiffens as I run my hand up his chest in an attempt to reassure him. I lean in slowly and place a single soft kiss on his cheek. His cheeks are dusted pink and his mouth is slightly agape but then breaks into a smile. It's his turn to lean in and softly capture my mouth. His lips are soft and I feel the slightest pickle of stubble on his chin. 

When we separate he is smiling like a kid in a candy shop, “You kissed me.” His voice is a combination of breathlessness and surprise. 

“How could I not,” I said bashfully. This makes him lean in for another kiss this time with a bit more passion. I deepen the kiss, our bodies moving closer and I feel a gentle hand slip cautiously onto my hip. I scoot a little closer and his grip tightens momentarily. We pull away and Bob rests his forehead against mine, as our panting breaths intermingle. 

“Wow,” Bob finally manages to get out and I giggle. Bob squeezes my hip again and grins at me. “Would you like me to put on some music, Sweetheart?” 

“As long as you have good taste,” I retort. Bob clasps a hand to his heart in mocking hurt before grinning and giving me another quick peck on the lips. 

“I’ll find us something good Sweet Thing,” Bob says as he picks up the remote clicking on the TV and pulls up a playlist called ‘Sugar’ and presses play. 

I giggle and put my hand over my mouth, “Bobby, do you have a sex playlist?” 

He grins over his shoulder at me, “What if I do?” He drops the remote and closes in on me, forcing me to lean back into the couch surprised. He is pressed close and his tongue darts out along his lower lip, “What if I spent all day putting it together just for us?” My face heats up and his eyes dart down to my lips, “Do you think it’s a coincidence it's called Sugar, Sweetheart?” 

Then he pecks my lips and stands, offering me a hand, flustered. I take

 it. He pulls me up and into his body with ease. His arm snakes around my waist and he holds me firmly, “And I couldn’t help but notice,” he smiles at me hungry, “you keep calling me Bobby without knowing the consequences.” 

My heart rate increases as Bob leans in to whisper softly in my ear, “Would you like to know the consequences Sweetheart?” 

I slowly nod and Bob brings a hand up to cup my cheek and kisses me deeply, “Then let me show you.” His fingers interlock with mine and he gently kisses the back of my hand before leading me through the living room and kitchen to the bedroom at the back of the house.

His bedroom is cozy, there is a string of the same glass lights along the ceiling above the bed. There are more plants sitting in the window sill and short bookshelves full of books of all sizes and colors. His bed has a plush green comforter and white sheets. He pulls me back into him for another kiss and turns me so my back is to the bed, I softly lower myself onto it. Bob props one knee on the bed to lean down and hold our kiss. 

He slowly pulls away and then gives my lips another quick peck, “Just a minute.” I watch as he gently shuts the door, presumably to keep Captain out. He grabs a lighter off his night stand and lights a few candles placed around the room, one on the nightstand, two on the dresser and one on the window ledge. I can still softly hear the music playing from the living room as Bob makes his way back in front of me. He gently kneels into the soft rug on the floor and I redden at the implication of his position. 

He places a gentle kiss on my thigh still wrapped in my jeans and the other. 

He looks up at me and smiles softly, “Is this alright?” 

“Yes,” I whispered to him. His hands glide slowly up my legs to my hips. He gently hooks his thumbs through the belt loops holding me firmly and giving me a gentle squeeze. He leans up and kisses me slowly. His hands gently slide under the edge of my shirt. When his fingers connected with my skin I inhaled sharply. His touch is electric against me and my heart races faster. 

“Would you like me to take my shirt off?” Bob questions gently. 

“Please,” I plead, knowing what his skin feels like against mine I’d desperate for more. He grins at me and his hands leave my hips and grip the collar of his shirt and in one smooth motion pulls it from his torso. He’s slender and muscular but I'm more interested in the black ink etched into his skin. 

He has two matching vines along his collar bones wrapping over his shoulders. There is a dagger on his sternum slightly below his pecs pointing down to stomach and small bunches of flowers along his hips. I hear Bob chuckle at me and I realize I’ve been staring. 

“Do you like them? A lot of people don't expect it,” he laughs lightheartedly. I slowly reach my hand out and run my fingers along the tattoos on his collar and down to the one on his sternum and he shivers slightly under my touch. I giggle at him before he captures my lips in another kiss. 

“Sweetheart, I don't think you know what you're doing to me,” he kisses me again before his hands return to my hips. Before he gently taking hold of the hem of my shirt, “May I?” 

“Yes Bobby,” I say and then he’s gently lifting my shirt from my body when I remember suddenly I had decided not to wear a bra that morning. I blush as my breast is exposed to the cool air and I hear Bob emit a low groan in the back of his throat. 

“Give me some warning next time Sweetheart, I think I almost passed out,” Bob chuckles. His hands slide painfully slow up my body coming to rest over my ribs, just close enough to run the tips of his thumbs just below each one. I shiver and softly moan, my body is already on fire and his ghostly touches are making me desperate. 

“May I?”Bob asks again, I glance down. He admires my topless torso, seeming to enjoy touching me as much as I enjoyed being touched by him. I giggle and run my hands over his shoulders, over his neck, and to his jaw to tilt his face up to mine. I land one slow, firm kiss on his lips, which he returns with fervor. 

“Yes Bobby,” his face lights up at my words and he kisses me again, this time sliding gently sucking and biting at my lower lip. As he kisses I feel his hands slowly move across the heaviest part of my breast and gently lift them to feel the weight. Then he gave them a gentle squeeze before his slender fingers found my nipples and I whimpered at the contact. 

“Oh Shit,” Bob pulls away from the kiss resting his forehead to mine. 

“No, that was a good thing, I liked it,” I rushed to explain, worried he thought he’d hurt me. 

He looks up from my breasts and gives me a smile that is almost animalistic.

“Sweet Thing, I know how to tell when I’m doin’ a good job. I just didn’t think I could get any harder,” he says before leaning down to pepper kisses down the front of my throat, forcing me to tilt my head back. His lips connect with my collar bone and then slowly down his sternum. He finally moved his hands from my chest and moved my arms so that my hands are looped lazily around his neck. 

His mouth finally makes contact with the sensitive skin between my breasts and then his head turns to each slide to gently place kisses on both of them. He then moves to kiss one of my pebbled nipples, then rolls his flat tongue over it. I moan softly and I feel Bob's lips turn into a smile before giving the same treatment to its twin. My hands find the short hair at the nape of Bob's neck and my fingers curl into it, earning me a soft moan vibrating into my skin. 

“You sure you wanna go there baby?” Bob mumbles into my chest and looks up at me. My heart races as I move my fingers to tighten in his hair once again. At the tug bob's hands slide from their resting positions on my hips and up my back to curl a hand in the back of my, and give in a slow squeeze close to my scalp. I lean my head back into the sensation and I softly inhale. 

“Oh Sweetheart,” Bob says playfully, “You're full of surprises too.” he kisses my stretched neck as hands wraps around my hips to pull me closer to the edge of the bed before his hand slides along my lower back, fingers dipping just below the waistband of my pants. 

“I've got at least one more,” I smirk down at him in a moment of teasing confidence. His eyes snap back to mine in shock and then his face morphs into want. 

“Tell me baby,” he sounds gentle, clearly thinking I'm going to give it to him for free. 

“No way,” I smile down at him, “but i'll give you a hint.” While speaking I slowly run my hand over the dark ink on his collarbone and then down his sternum and back up. His eyes light up with realization. 

“Where,” he smiles excitedly and I shrug in response. His face falls a little but I remedy that with a kiss. 

“Find it,” I say with a smirk and then lean back on my hands. 

Bob is on top of me in seconds pushing me back into the bed with one knee between my thighs and our lips connected. His hands roughly roam my body as if trying to feel for bumps in the skin. His hands make their way down to the front of my jeans but pauses a moment, I nod as we kiss and he's pulling them roughly down my thigh and continuing his hands in search. He pulls away to work my jeans the rest of the rest of my legs, leaving me laying in nothing but my panties, legs half spread as Bob looks me over. 

He smiles and reassumes his position on his knees from earlier, kneeling in the rug on the floor. I lean up on my elbows and look down at him. 

“Giving up?” I ask in a teasing tone. He smiles at me and gently pushes my knees apart and my heart starts to beat again. He gives me that same hungry grin from earlier. 

“Not in the least, just wanna give you some incentive to just tell me,” He smirks as leans down closer to my pussy, only covered by a thin layer of fabric. He kisses my thigh to either slide, moving painfully slow. Then he finally starts to kiss the fabric between my legs, setting my nerves alight. I gasp and his hands find my hips and squeeze. 

“Now do you wanna tell me Sweetheart?” I shake my head no at his question and he just smiles and kisses the fabric between my sex and his mouth again. 

Bob hooks a gentle finger into the gusset of my panties, close to my dripping cunt. I feel myself clench from his fingers just being so close to where I really want them to be. Bob slides my panties off to one side and I see him smiling to himself. 

Then he leans down and slowly licks my clit while keeping eye contact with me. I cry out softly and reach one hand for his hair but he grabs my wrist. 

“No way,” Bob smiles coyly at me, “as much as I’d love to, this is a interrogation.” He licks at my clit again while simultaneously sliding two fingers through my wetness. He swirls his tongue in repetitive motions around my clit as I moan and move my hips towards his mouth. He places one hand firmly on my lower stomach to keep me still. His fingers move inside of me a curl to search for the spot that will unravel me. He knows he's found it when I fall back on the bed and both of my hands grip the sheets. He keeps moving steadily against my pussy, holding me steady and moving me closer to closer to an orgasm. 

I start to feel a hot coiling deep within me, I'm going to cum, but before I can even warn Bob he's pulling away. I sit up enough to see him smile at me and then go in for one last lick from my hold to clit. My sensitive folds twitch at the contact. 

“Want to tell me now Sweetheart?” Bob asks, “If you do, I can finish what I started.” I consider my options and then slowly wave my hand indicating for Bob to move backwards. He moves enough for me to roll over, his bed is just high enough for my hips to settle comfortably on the edge and my legs still fall off the side. 

I smile to myself at the obscene view I'm giving the poor WSO. Ass in the air, wet pussy exposed by my panties being pulled to the side, and of course my one and only tattoo. A Valentine's candy heart asking him to ‘Kiss Me’ placed boldly on my left  cheek. Bob is silent behind me, but I hear a soft shuffle and then feel warm hands slide across my flesh. I moan at the touch and move my hands back into his touch. 

“Oh sweet girl,” he chuckles and his fingers tighten into my skin, “my sweet, sweet girl.” His lips connect with the place I knew my skin was scared with pigment and then to the other and then over and over again placing soft kisses down to the back of my thighs. His fingers pulled my thighs apart causing cool air to caress my warm pussy. Bob moves my thumbs and spreads my labia even further apart and I feel his warm breath panting against my clit before his pliable tongue moves over my it. 

“Bobby,” I cry out and press my face into the comforter. It's soft against my face and smells like Bob, woodsy and light at the same time it has a unique undertone. Bob passes his tongue through my folds once again, and rubs my clit in small circles as and as his tongue worked its way into my convulsing hole. 

Bob hums into my pussy and presses my hips into the bed, his face following. I moan as my body starts to heat up. Bob moans into me and he holds me a little tighter and I start to hear the wet sounds his mouth is making against me. I pressed my face deeper into the comforter and cried out when he pulled away again. 

“Please sweet girl,” I heard him mumble as he pressed his lips into my soft flesh again and again. “May I?” 

“Yes Bobby, please, just please,” I whimper into his bedsheets. 

“Okay sweet girl, condom or no? I’ve got a vasectomy and I’m clean but it's up to you,” he kisses up to my neck and grinds himself into my ass, and I feel that he has stripped down to tight boxers. His body is hot and pressed flush to mine. 

I turned to look at him over my shoulder, “Why the vasectomy?” 

I feel him grind into me, then his arm snaking around my torso and then he softly grabs my chin to lean in and whisper in my ear. 

“Cause sometimes Sweet girl,” I feel his boxers slide down and his cock comes to rest against my ass, “I can't help myself.”  I moan and push myself back into him. He settles his cock between my folds, wetting himself before noticing his tip in me. I twitch around him and rock back slightly to push him into me a little further. 

I feel the hand resting on my chin slide down to my throat and his other hold onto my hip. Bob murmurs in my ear, “Do that again and I might break you sweet girl.” 

I test him and push a little further back, and he groans from deep in his throat. His hand on my hip slips around my body to rub my clit. As he makes contact he begins to slowly slide deeper into me. As I moan at the stretch of him his hand tightens slowly around my neck. 

“Sweet girl,” he mumbles into my ear as he bottoms out hip flush against mine, “you squeeze me so well.”

“You’re so big,” I cry into the sheets. Bob chuckles a little and his hips move to give me one shallow thrust. 

“Oh really sweet girl? Do you need a second to relax?” He purrs gently in my ear. 

“No,” I choke out, “please Bobby give me more.” 

Bob chuckles and pushes back into me, “I like it when you beg sweet girl. You sound so pretty and desperate.” Then he gives me another shallow thrust only pulling out an inch or so before sliding back in. He repeats this again and again. The pressure and the friction build and I feel myself tightening around Bob. His hand rubbing my clit presses harder and circles faster. 

“Bobby please I’m close,” I say practically shaking. 

Bobby grunts and thrust a little faster, “Hold on for me baby,” his grip tightens around my throat and he kisses along the back of my neck. He groans in my and his breathing comes in shorter and shorter breaths. His hips start to clap against my ass and I can tell he’s getting close. 

“Let go sweet girl. Melt for me.” He grunts into my ear as I leave to go around him. My walls flutter and I almost go cross eyed from the pleasure. My body stiffened as my hips moved against him.  I feel Bob pump into me a few more times before he holds me tightly, hand falling away from my throat to hold me to his chest.

We lay still and sweating through before Bob pulls out of me and places a few gentle kisses along my shoulders. I feel him move away from me and hear his bedside drawer open. I feel a soft cloth wiping down my legs and pussy. I roll half way onto my side and watch Bob wipe himself down. 

He grins down at me before tossing the rag into the hamper in the corner. He walks over and leans down to kiss me gently on the lips. 

“What else can I do for ya, sweet girl? Water, snacks, blanket?” he says with a winning smile. I giggle at his goofy demeanor and scoot up on the bed so I can get more comfortable. 

“How about you and I curl up together,” I say. Bob's smile widens and he moves forwards as I scoot back, kicking the blankets for us to crawl under as I go. Bob slides in next to me and wraps me tightly in his arms, both of us still nude. He peppers kisses along my face and neck. 

“Oh sweet girl, I think this is the best date I’ve been on in a while.” he huffs out. 

I laugh softly at him, “ How long is a while Bobby?” 

He smiles bashfully at me, “Going on two years.” I look at him a little shocked. 

“You look like that, drive a motorcycle, and know how to treat a woman in bed and you haven't gone out with someone in two years?” I was surprised, looking up at him. 

“Well,” he says smiling down at me, “I haven’t met anyone like you in the last two years.” I feel myself blush and I curl closer into him. 

“You’re so cheesy,” I giggle at him. 

“I think you like it,” he smiles, caressing my arm. 

“I really do,” I say, settling into him.

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AN; Idk why this took me so long to write but here it is :) I also posted some of the songs that would be on Bob's sex playlist', it's kinda a weird mix but lmk what you think

-okay, bye, thanks for reading, love you <3

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Sweetie; part 2 Bob Floyd x F! Reader “Sweetie” 18+ minors please do not interact :) (Bob gives me soft-dom vibes and this is a reflection of that feeling) Series with @blimpintime​, go check out the Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader story they’re writing, our stories are intertwined :) !!!!

Dyna had found me leaned against my locker with my head in my hands and had lent me a sympathetic ear. I don't give her all the details of my encounter with Bob but once she found out about my scheduled date she smacked me hard on the arm. 

“You’re going though right?”, she asks eagerly. 

“I mean… yea, It would be kinda rude to stand him up.” I say sheepishly 

“Girl who gives a shit about being rude,” she throws her hands in the air exasperated. “You clearly like something about him, you're red as a lobster.” Dyna smirks at me and picks up her drink to take a sip. 

“Well,” I say, bringing my hands to my face, “He is pretty cute and the way he asked was really sweet.” 

Dyan rolls her eyes and pops open her locker, “Well you'll have to let me know how it goes, and hey, if you wanna use my curler I’ll give you extra 15 on your break.” 

I pick up my coffee and smile before bringing it to my lips, “Sounds like a plan.”

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The clock is ticking closer and closer to four and my anxiety is spiking with each passing minute. My date with Bob is crawling closer and closer and closer, and his words keep reverberating in my head. 

‘I let very few people call me Bobby.’

What was that supposed to mean? Only people he liked? Only people he was interested in? What if it's only people he wanted to take home at the end of the night? 

Before my mind can wander too much further my ‘Lock up :)’ alarm dings on my phone, which meant I had five minutes till four. Dyan was having me lock up before I left for the night. I make my way to the break room and take one last look at  myself, freshly curled hair, lip-gloss Dyna practically put on me, and the same clothes I’d been in all day, minus the tacky vest. 

The same clothes that Bob had liked. 

I turn from the mirror quickly and grab my tote, checking that the door to outside was locked and arming the security system. I made my way through the empty hangar and flipped the row of light switches all off before stepping into the lobby and locking the glass doors behind me. As I walk I’m able to see more of my surroundings through the front doors. 

There stood Bob in profile, looking down the street. He’s dressed similar to the morning but now instead of a pair of stylish sneakers he wore heavy brown boots. His jacket was zipped to his sternum and he had one hand in his pocket. The hand I could see drummed a beat out on his thigh. I feel my lips turn up at the sight of him and butterflies erupt in my stomach, his words drifting back to me.  I push the door open and he turns at the noise and his face splits into a grin upon seeing me. He starts walking towards me and I wave. 

“Hello again Sweets,” his smile is practically glowing. 

“Hi, let me just lock up and thenI thought maybe we could take a walk on the beach.” I say, sliding my key into the lock and turning it to click. 

Bob chuckles, “A long walk on the beach huh? What cheesy movie did you get that from.” 

I feel my face heat up, why was I just realizing how cheesy that sounded. I quickly cover for myself, “Or ya know we could walk around downtown, or get dinner, or-” I feel myself begin to ramble and turn towards Bob but i'm surprised to find him not even a foot from me. You’d think he's a stealth pilot from how quietly he moved. 

He smiled down at me, lips sweet but eyes wicked, “ Actually, I do like long walks on the beach, but I thought we could take a ride first.” 

His words are like honey and my heart stutters. I blink at him owl eyed, processing what he had said to me but unable to conjure a response. “Uh,” responded intelligently. 

He gently slides a hand into mine, “Common Sweets, nothing’ to be scared of.” I follow him in a bit of a daze, across the road to the parking lot, after Bob stops and looks both ways. ‘What a dork’, I think to myself and smile, I’ve always had a soft spot for dorks. 

I’m so distracted by my own thoughts I almost don't realize Bob has stopped, I stumble for a split-second and catch myself. We have stopped at a motorcycle of all things. The words ‘Kawazaki’ and ‘z440’ are written on the side. The intimidating machine is black with silver accents and hardware. The seat dips in the middle and then forms a sloping shelf, meaning it's a two seater. I look up at Bob and he's already smiling. 

“We don’t have to,” he says smile falling a little after seeing the shock on my face, “I know a lot of people are scared of them, and for good reason. We can just walk to the beach if you’d like.” 

There is a pause where we stand and look at eachother, his face contorted into a forced smile and ming still surprised, before I burst out laughing. 

“Bobby! You’ve gotta be kidding! This is amazing, of course we have to go for a ride!” I squeeze his hand tightly, he’s still holding onto me. 

His face lights up and he brings my hand to his mouth for a quick kiss. “Let me grab your helmet,” he says before dropping my hand and picking up one of the helmets that hung on the handles. He gingerly hands it to me, it's shiny and black with a flip up visor. So much for curling my hair. Bob lifts his off the other handle and I can tell that mine is his spare. The helmet he holds is similar to a pilot's helmet. It's a queasy shade of green with three large brownish stripes tailing over the top. I can see a few stickers placed on the back, the most attention grabbing being a large, yellow triangle that reads, ‘Baby on Board’, similar to the kind you might see in the back window of a car. I giggle a little at the sticker and Bob gives me a curious look. 

“Sorry,” I waved a hand in front of me, shifting the helmet under my arm,” I just love your stickers.” Bob glances down at the helmet and blushes. 

“Oh yea, that's kinda an inside joke between Phoenix and I. She got me this sticker a while after we started flying together.” Bob slid the helmet over his head and secured it before nodding his head at the one setting under my arm, “Need some help?” 

I shake my head and slide the helmet over my head and give it a little wiggle to get in place. When Bob comes into view what little I can see of his face is red, and he reaches up to flip my visor down. He holds out his hand and steps back, “After you Sweets.” 

I exhale and swing my leg over the bike as Bob holds it steady and scoot back into the passenger seat. For the second time today I thank my guardian angel for telling me to wear pants today. Bob slides his leg over the bike in one practiced motion and he glances over his shoulder at me.  

“I want you to wrap your arms around my waist and hold on tightly. Just pat my leg if you want me to slow down and squeeze my knee if you want me to stop, okay?” I nod at his instructions, repeating them to myself, pat to slow down, squeeze to stop. 

Bob's hand goes to turn his key but pauses before starting the bike, “The best way to stay on is to stay really close to me.” I could detect the hint of a smile from under his helmet and the bike rumbled to life under me. A squeak escapes my lips and I hope Bob can’t hear it. 

I wrap my arms around his waist tentatively and I see Bob glance over his shoulder and shakes his head back and forth. I loosen my arms a little confused. Bob contorts his arm to touch my hip and gives me a pull forward so that my hips are pressed flush to his. He releases my hip and moves my arms tighter around his waist. I feel my face heat up in the confines of the helmet as Bob releases the kick stand. I press my chest to his back and give his waist a reassuring squeeze. I feel him relax a little bit and the bike starts to move, slowly, through the parking lot. 

As we make our way onto the main roads the wind moves through my clothes and I can’t keep the smile off my face. We cut smoothly through the streets, pressed closely. The bike rumbles between my legs and my face feels hot. Bob takes me nowhere and everywhere with no particular destination in mind. We pass the port, beaches,and the HardDeck. I look around me like I haven't traveled these roads hundreds of times. The combination of Bob's cologne and his body keeping me warm the wind doesn't bother me. 

As the sun starts to throw longer shadows along our path bob starts to take more turns guiding us towards a public beach. We find a parking lot off the side of the road with a set of steps leading down to the sand. Bob moves the kickstand out and holds his hand over his so I could take it and slide off the bike. Bob swings his leg over and I pull his helmet from my head. Bob does the same and we both grin at each other, his hair is standing at a weird angle and I'm sure mine doesn't look much better. As confirmation a strand falls in my face, before I can move Bob's hand is gently swiping it back into place. He smiles gently at me and then pulls away to scratch the back of his neck. 

“Your hair is all over the place,” I giggle out the obvious and Bob glances up at me bashfully. 

“Yea?” he questions, “wanna fix it for me?” He gingerly removes the helmet from my hands and hangs both of them on the handle bars, before half sitting and half leaning on the seat of his bike. My face feels hot as I step in closer and his knees spread a little farther allowing me to get closer to him. 

I gently reach up and run a hand through his hair. It looks a little darker but I see golden streaks gliding through the waves of his hair. It’s soft too, freshly washed and easy to run my fingers through. I brush it into a poor substitute of the neat combed shape he had earlier. I go to step back and I feel his hands softly touch low on my hips. I look down at him in surprise and he smiles up at me, the golden rays of the sun giving him an ethereal glow. 

“Thank you Sweetie,” I feel his hand trail down the back of my arm and his fingers slide through mine before bringing my knuckles softly to his lips. 

My heart thumps loudly in my chest and I’m unable to move as he stands, still chest to chest with me. Still holding my gaze and still smiling. 

“Ready to go?” Bob asks softly, pulling me back to my body. I nod and look down at my feet and Bob tugs at my hand which makes me realize he hasn't let go of mine. He leads us down the rickety stairs towards the beach, due to it being the off season it's mostly empty. We kick off our shoes when we get to the loose sand. Bob gently lifts my shoes from my hand and holds both pairs in his left hand and my hand in his right. We make our way down to the surf and walk slightly out of the reach of the tide. We smile and run down the list of terrible first-date-questions. 

Bob loves legos, specifically the flower sets. His favorite holiday is Valentine's day and favorite color is rusty orange. I laughed as he told me about his older brother and two younger sisters and what kind of trouble they got into as kids. He told me about his dad who worked as a professor and his mom who had also served in the Navy. He showed me a few pictures of his dogs and one of him atop a horse, which he affectionately called Cassie.

 He flipped through a few more before showing me another picture of a small orange cat resting on his chest,asleep. As cute as the cat was I couldn't help but notice he lacked a shirt in that photo, taken from a high angle with lighting that made his skin look warm and soft. 

We finally decided to make our way back to Bob's bike for the ride home. He lets me sit on steps as we pull on our shoes. As I'm tying one of my sneakers, Bob puts one knee on the steps and ties my other for me. I smile at the small act of service. Bob looks at me from his place on the stairs and smiles. 

“Sweetie?” His voice is soft and gentle. 

“Yes?” I whisper back. 

“Let me know if I'm being too forward but,” my heart thuds faster in my chest, “if you keep smiling at me like that I might carry you up these stairs and see how many laws I can break to get you alone faster.” My face is hot but a smile creeps back across my face anyway. Bobs expression promises mischief.

“Well,” I cleared my throat a little, wondering if I really want to say what I'm about to say, “how many laws could you break Bobby?”

His eyes go wide before he surges forward and he scoops me up. I yelp and then I laugh as he climbs the stairs with me halfway over his shoulder. I laugh louder as I shout into his lower back, “If you carry me, what was the point of putting on our shoes?” 

My feet touch the ground back next to Bob's motorcycle and he catches my waist before I can move away from his intoxicating presence. He leans down and murmurs in my ear, “I’ll take you home if you like, but I’d really love for you to come home with me tonight Sweetie.” 

I place my hands on his chest and lean back to look him in the eye sternly. I glance down at his lips and I can tell he notices by the way his grip tightens but he remains still, waiting for my go ahead. I only respond by moving in closer and softly joining my lips to his and Bob returns the favor. 

We hold each other like that for a moment, then pull away breathless but wanting more. Bob runs his palm along my jaw to the back of my neck and gently brings me in for another kiss. Then another. I slide my tongue against his lower lip and he takes that as an invitation. His hand tightens slightly on the back of my skull and a small gasp escapes me as he gently bites at my lower lip testing me. I lean in closer and he bites a little harder. His hands slide from my waist to my lower back and press my torso to his. 

As he pulls away again his look is hungry, “Another ride for ya Sweetie?” I blush at the innuendo and pluck ‘my’ helmet off the handle and pop it confidently over my head. 

“Ready when you are Bobby,” I say smiling at him as he grabs his own and slips it over his head. 

Bob smirks at me from under his helmet before reaching up to flip my visor down, “No, Sweet Thing, I don’t think you are.”

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AN; oh no! What ever could she not be prepared for?? could it be Bob's massive di-

Part 3 already posted >:)

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Sweetie; part 1 Bob Floyd x F! Reader “Sweetie” 18+ minors please do not interact :)

(Bob gives me soft-dom vibes and this is a reflection of that feeling)

Series with @blimpintime​, go check out the Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader story they’re writing, our stories are intertwined :) !!!!

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I pull my “uniform” out of my employee locker and slam the door to get it to shut. I sigh, this is what I get for picking up extra shifts, 8am private tours of Elite Naval Aviators. I really hope they aren’t a group of cocky old men ready to call me condescending names. I slide my thin vest over my clothes. Of course, I’d choose a pale blue tank top to go under a white crochet swimsuit cover. I was just glad I chose jeans today instead of a skirt, I didn't need more harassment than I already got. I button the vest at my stomach and pick my coffee up off the break room table. My early morning pick me up definitely helped make this shift more livable. I set it back down and make my way through the door leading to the hangar. 

I can see the aviators milling about through the glass lobby doors, luckily I spot a woman or two among them and none of them looked old enough to cat call. I walk quickly to the doors, checking my watch, 7:53am, right on time. I walk towards the doors and turn the lock. 

“Hello!” I say, trying to sound cheery and awake, “Welcome to the Naval Air Museum, Hanger four; the Cold War.”

The group gathers around and a few of them smile at me and one man with glasses gives a shy wave. I feel an abnormal heat spread at the back of my neck. I knew I was touring Aviators today but I didn't expect so many of them to be attractive. Actually all of them were attractive.

I force a smile, “Here at the museum all of the employees go by callsigns, mine is Sweetie and I'll be your guide today.” A few of the group chuckle and my neck heats up from the attention. “I’ll be taking you around and showing you planes from each decade of the cold war. Feel free to ask me questions at any time and I will try my best to answer them. If you have further questions, you can always scan the QR codes on the displays for more information.” 

Reciting the memorized script eased my nerves. I asked the group to follow me and I made my way through the tour, stopping at key planes to describe their uses or pilots or any of the many, many boring details of their reason for being in a museum. I saw a few of the group yawn on occasion and some had stopped to read other planes' descriptions. There was one person who kept their eyes trained on me, the same man who had waved at me in the lobby. He was tall and lean with wavy dirty blond hair. He wore thin gold glasses that suited his face. He wore a vintage t-shirt tucked into well fitted jeans. He had a worn blue carhartt jacket and he looked absolutely stunning. 

I stumbled over my monologue about the F-15 and he smiled at me and gave an encouraging nod. I feel my face turn red at his attention. I'm about to finish my tour when I spot a woman  walking between the exhibits, drink in hand and two kids running ahead of her, one with a tablet and the other with a bag of chips as big as their head. 

“Excuse me ma’am, this section of the museum is closed for a private tour until nine.” I say politely. She turns quickly on her heel and looks me up and down. My stomach drops, one of those huh. 

“I paid to be here,” she looks at my name tag and scoffs, “Sweetie.” 

I smile with my teeth gritted and try to remain courteous, “Im sure you did ma’am but there was a sign posted out front saying this section is closed. We have plenty of other wonderful hangars open to the public.” 

She rolls her eyes and places a hand on her hip defiantly, “Don’t ma’am me young lady. I will go wherever I please as long as I’m a paying customer.” 

Her grating voice attracts the attention of the pilots, a few start to move in closer to see what the commotion is. “Ma’a- Miss, I’m sorry this tour is a special request from-” I start. 

“I don’t care who's ‘special request it was’, I've been sitting in the car with those two,” she gestures to her two kids running  between the planes, “for five hours. So I’d like to enjoy the museum that I paid to see.” 

I open my mouth to say something else, getting frustrated, when I hear the door to my left slam open. I hear a voice echo through the hangar, “I know someone is not yelling at my employee at eight in the fucking morning.” It's my manager, Dynamite. 

“Oh, Dynamite you’re-” I start before she holds her hand up to me. I stand there shocked as Dynamite lays into the woman escorting him towards the door. I see one of the pilots, the muscular blond one, lean over to his friend and murmur, “That's hot.” 

Dynamite, returns to the group and smiles professionally, “Sorry about that y’all. I hope you enjoy the rest of your tour with our Sweetie here.” She gives me a gentle pat on the shoulder, “If anyone has any questions at all let me know, I’ll be over here figuring out paperwork at the side desk.” She points to a desk with the sign “Need help?” hanging off it., before making her way over, quickly tailed by the murmuring blond. 

“Sorry about the interruption folks. We have mostly concluded our tour. If you'd like to walk around we still have about fifteen minutes left.I’ll be over by the info desk if you have any more questions.” I smile at the group and make my way over to the info desk. I began to organize the leaflets that the Karens kids had strung everywhere. I’m so focused on my work that I don’t notice the bespectacled man approach. He cleared his throat soft and I jumped, almost dropping the papers I was holding. 

“Hey there,” he says quietly. 

My face warms and I smile at him, “Hi, did you have any questions?” 

He scratches the back of his head and looks at the floor, “Um yea could you tell me about,” he pauses and looks around the planes, “could you tell me more about the F-15?” His cheeks are flush red and so do mine. 

“Of course,” I say and lead him back to the plane. “The F-15 here has a wingspan of about 42 feet and ten inches, she runs on two electric turbofan engines, as well as being the first plane to have radar.” 

I try to sound excited but I’m slowly running out of facts, I only memorized a few per plane. The tall man trains his eyes on the plane and then looks back at me and asks, “Do you know how fast it can go?” 

“Uhh,” I say, “I’m sorry I don’t. I could ask Dyna if you'd like.” I’m a little disappointed that I don't have a reason to keep talking to him. 

“Oh,” he smiles down at the floor, “Its top speed is Mach 2.5. I just thought I might as well figure out a reason to talk to you.” I’m a little surprised. His face is red as a beet and adjusts his glasses. 

I feel my face heat up and my eyes widen, “To me?” 

He chuckles, “Well yea Sweetie, I really enjoyed the tour.” 

“I see,” I fiddle with my sleeve and shuffle my feet, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Most people get pretty bored but there are a few interesting parts.” 

“Well I think we just had a really good guide. I’m Bob Floyd by the way,” he extends his hand to me. 

I take it and ask,” No call sign?” 

He smiles at me, “No, just Bob.”

“Are you a pilot?” I ask, trying to find some reason to keep him talking to me. 

He chuckles and rubs his neck, “No, weapons systems. I back seat for Pheonix over there,” he gestures toward a woman with dark hair pulled into a low ponytail. “She flies, I just drop the bombs.”

My mind goes blank trying to think of something else to say, but Bob speaks up before I come up with something embarrassing, “Would you like to show me around again?” I look at him a little surprised and nod making my way around the plane. 

“I’m sorry I can't tell you much more about them. Usually people aren’t too interested in asking me questions after the tour.” I smile at him as we walk. 

He blushes a bit, “I’ve actually studied most of these. Kinda a hobby of mine.” 

“Oh,” I frown at the ground a little, “then why did you want to walk around again?” 

He blushes and looks down at the floor, “I thought it was obvious.” he glances at me, “I wanted to walk with you.” 

My face turns red and I touch my cheeks, “I see,” I look down at my feet and then back up a Bob. He has his hands shoved into his pockets and his face and ears are dusted pink. 

“Well,” I came to a stop and turned toward him, he did the same, “If you wanted to walk with me, I get off at four.” I look up at his surprised expression before he breaks into a grin. 

“Really?” he asks, I nod my head. “That sounds like you're asking me on a date,” he gives me a crooked smile.  

“Would you like to meet me back here at four then?” I question, “I don’t think I'll need to change,” I say and look down at myself.

“No,” he says suddenly, “uh, no, I mean you look perfect  just like that.” 

I smile, “Bobby? Are you hitting on me?” My hand goes up to play with one of my necklaces, his eyes follows the movement. A smile tilts his lips again, and his eyes quickly flit down to my body to my shoes and back up, before meeting my eyes again. 

“Would you like me not to?” he says softly, “It’s going to be difficult.” 

I choke at the boldness of his words. The shy, blushing man had disappeared and this flirty sailor had appeared in his place. Before I can respond he takes a half step closer and I don't want to back away from him. He smiles down at me, his eyes slightly lidded. “After we take a walk, I could take you to dinner.” his smirk gets bigger, “But I have to tell you.” He cranes his neck down to look me in the face, I inhale sharply at his expression. 

“I let very few people call me Bobby,” he looks like a starved animal that just found his next meal. He winks, one side of his lip following and a sharp, short click comes from his tongue. 

Then he stands straight and steps back, “I’ll see you at four then right Sweetie?” His smile could sweeten tea. At a loss for words I slowly not my head yes. 

“I’ll pick you up then,” he says scratching the back of his neck and takes two goofy steps backward knocking into a sign reading ‘No Outside Food or Drink’. I giggle at him and he looks up at me and joins in. He gives an awkward half-salute-half-wave before turning to meet the woman he had named as Phoenix earlier.  

When I stop giggling the reality of what just happened sunk in and a heat spread from the back of my neck and around my face. I hurry towards the break room glancing over at Dyna who is still talking to the Blond man who had followed her over. 

I bust through the door and open my locker, then shut it. I open it again, glance at the shelves and my bag hanging on a hook and then shut the door again. I lean my back against the door. What the hell was that?

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader 18+; Minors DNI Just a fun little idea I had about Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Any thing for the team Prt.2

Jake and I step out into the cool night air. As we weave between the rows of cars, I feel his hand meet the small of my back, guiding me toward the driver's side of the cream and white pickup.  

I reach for the door handle before I can, but Jake is shooing my hand away, "No Lady of mine will open her door while I'm around."  

 I step back and watch him open the door with ease before holding a hand palm up to help me in. I take his hand and lift myself into the truck with far more grace than I had earlier in the evening. Jake slides into the driver's seat behind me, his arm makes its way across the back of the seat. He's turned enough to give me his crooked grin and I bite my lip. I scoot a little closer to him and lean forward. Jake automatically understands and leans in to kiss me once again. This kiss was sweeter than the one we had shared in the hallway, but it was just as welcomed.

 A moment later Jake pulls away and swallows, "Darlin', I could do that all night if you'd like but I'd love to take you home." His breathing is a little heavy and I grin at his response to a simple kiss. 

"Well then," I say, "better get us home then." I grin at him and his eyes widen a little, then he's fumbling a little to get his keys into his ignition.  

The truck rumbles to life underneath me, a steady purr, and Jake shifts into gear. This time when his hand leaves the gear-shift his hand comes to rest halfway up my thigh. The motion wasn't invasive, but the intention was clear as day. I feel my face heat up and I take one last look at the HardDeck as we roll out of the parking lot. 

After a moment I gently pluck the cowboy hat off the dashboard and pull it into my lap. Jakes had tightened slightly on my thigh. It's so small I could almost believe I imagined it. 

"So, you've already told me about your 'baby' this have story too?" I nod down to the hat in my lap. 

Jake smiles a little, "Kinda, my buddy back home got into leather working and then that turned into him running an entire custom boot and hat shop. Real creative guy." Jake glances over at me and smiles, "That's one of the first hats he made. Fit it specifically for me 'cause he knew if he fucked it up, I'd still wear it," Jake laughs to himself. I rub my hand over where he rests on my thigh and pick it up by the top. 

"May I?" I ask. Now he definitely squeezes my leg and pulls his eyes from the road to look at me for a moment. He jerks his chin up and I place the hat on my head. 

I turn a quarter towards him and smile, "Well, how do I look Seresin?"

He smiles, "Perfect," he says but his jaw tightens and he presses a little harder on the gas pedal. We ride in comfortable silence for a moment before Jake chuckles. 

"Now you gotta make good on your promise," Jake says and my mind goes blank. What had a promised him? That doesn't sound like me, making promises I forget to follow through on. 

"Jake wha-" I start to ask but we are pulling towards the gate and have to pull our ID cards out to hand to the SF officer to scan. She waves us through wishing us goodnight and we drive through the pseudo-town towards the barracks. 

"No one ever told ya doll?" he questions. I shake my head no resulting in a wicked grin from Jake. "Well then, let me be the first to tell you," he smoothly guides the truck into a parking space and turns toward me, "If you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy doll." 

He leans in to kiss me again, "and that is a view I'd love to have."

He opens the door of the truck and lands squarely on his feet before extending his hand to me once again. 

"Common doll, let me take you inside." he smiles, and I place my hand in his, this time I'm prepared for the pull. As I swing my legs to the edge of the seat Jake wedges himself between my thighs. He places his hands solidly on my his and grins, leaning in for a heated kiss. I kiss him back, careful not to knock the hat off my head. I feel his hand wandering down my ass before he picks me up, forcing me to wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling. I yelp. 

"Jake, don't drop me," I saw harshly. 

"Oh, babydoll, I would never," he says softly.

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Being a part of the Dagger Squadron has its perk, one of which is private apartments. We had decided to go to Jake's apartment instead of mine, his being on the second floor and mine being on the fourth. I find myself excited to see what Hangman's personal life is like. Does he fold all of the clothes into neat squares before placing them in their drawers? What books does he read, and what videogames does he play? Hell, I even was to know what kind of toothpaste he uses. My heart races, do I like Jake Seresin more than I thought I did? Do I want to know about his personal life out of curiosity or do I want to be a part of it? 

Before my mind wanders to much farther Jake has stopped at a door and is sliding a key into the lock, jiggling the key and doing a few practiced turns before it finally clicks open. He pushes the door wide and holds it for me, as promised. I step inside with a comical tip of my, well, his hat. I glance around the apartment, it's a mirror of mine upstairs. There are a few dishes in the sink as well as an abandoned mug and book on the coffee table. I see vintage car posters hung on the wall as well as a few photos of Hangman with a gaggle of five women. One of the women appeared to be older than him but the rest looked to be younger. I hear the lock click into place behind me and I turn and watch Jaek toe off his boot and leave them by the front door. I kick mine off as well and leave them next to his. 

He winds his arms around my waist and smiles, "You know we don't have to do anything you don't want right darlin'." 

I giggle and place my arms over his shoulders, "Seresin, I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be." 

His smile turns wicked, "Last chance Babydoll." I nod. Then our lips meet again and he gently presses me backward toward his bedroom. He pants against my mouth, and his tongue pulls soft moans from me. I feel him groan against my mouth and stop us before my legs connect with the edge of his bed. He pulls away for a moment and removes his at from my head, opting to hang it on one of the bed posts. When he looks back at me his hands make trails up and down my sides before they clamp down and he tosses me squarely into the middle of his bed. 

I gasp when I land, sitting up just enough in time to see him crawl over me like a cat stalking its prey. 

There is no stopping the onslaught of his lips and tongue making his way up my neck and to my lips. His hands glide under the hem of my shirt where he finds the lace edges of my bralette. I arch my chest into his touch and a whine forms in the back of my throat. His thumbs find my nipples as he settles one knee between my thighs. I gasp at the tantalizing heat and pressure on my pussy. 

Jake chuckles into my mouth and pulls away slightly, "How about we get some of these outta the way?" he asks. I sit up slightly, thinking he means m shirt before he grabs the hem of his button-down and all but rips it from his body, and tosses it onto the floor.  I take a moment to admire the view, His jeans are tented in the front, obvious he is as excited as I am. His pants wrap around his hips and he looks sinful. He takes my hand and pulls me up enough to slide my shirt from my body. He makes slow work of it, hands maintaining contact with my skin as he pushes the offensive fabric out of the way and over my head. Instead of joining his shirt on the floor, he hangs it on the bedpost opposite from his hat. 

When he turns back to me he runs a hand over his face, "Perfect," he mumbles to himself "Made just for me." 

I blush and pull him back down for another kiss, his lips trail from mine down my neck and to the lace edge of my remaining covering. The thin material shows him exactly where my pebbled nipples are and he takes one with care between his teeth over the fabric. His other hand massages its twin. Carefully he pulls the cup down to expose my breast taking his time. 

"Jake, please," I cry, "you've teased me all night, I need you." My voice is cracked and desperate. I feel his lips form a smile and then he sucks a round bruise onto my breast. I yelp as my nerves light up, but he pulls away, "Teasing?" he questions, "This is just warm-ups sweetheart." 

He leans back down, continuing to leave small bruises, and kisses down to the button of my pants. 

He unhooks the button with ease and loops his fingers around the edge. He gently pats my hip twice and I lift my legs to let him pull them the rest of the way off. My panties snag on my pants and get pulled halfway down my thighs, I instinctively bring my knees closer. 

"Oh, come on now doll, how am I supposed to do my job if you hide like that," Jake says teasingly down to me. My mouth hangs open for a moment and then I move my knees apart. He hooks a finger around my panties and I watch as he tucks them into his back pocket. 

"Hey!" I protest, "You can't steal my underwear." 

"You stole my hat," He smiles. 

"You told me to wear it Seresin," I say matter of factly. 

" Well," he chuckles darkly, "now I'm telling myself to take a little prize for later." Before I can say more he's sliding down onto his stomach and his hands are gripping the backs of my thighs. His thumbs massage the crease where my ass and thighs meet, the act causes my pussy to spread the slightest amount, making me feel exposed most satisfyingly. He watches my reactions and glances down at my pussy. Then he places an open-mouthed kiss on both of my thighs and finally one directly to my clit. I involuntarily move my hips to meet his mouth with a gasp and I feel him smile. He runs his flat tongue over my clit and I cry out, but he switches back to kissing. I don't know how long he switches between kissing and licking, occasionally wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves to gently suck. My moans become more frequent and my hips more uncontrollable. He moves two fingers slowly through my lips, spreading me and giving himself better access to my clit. His fingers massaged and added pressure to the rest of my pussy before slowly sliding them into me. I gasp at the feeling and mutter his name repeatedly. 

He curls his fingers slightly into me, slowly wiggling and searching for the spot to take me over the edge. I feel him make contact inside me and yelp, "There. Jake, Oh god."

Then he switches from long slow licks and kisses to my clit to wrapping his lips around me and sucking gently, he curls his fingers in giving me even more pressure. He rocks his hand back and forth, fingers never fully leaving my sex and repeatedly pressing into the same spot. My legs fall wider apart and I can see him grinding his hips into the mattress as he eats me out. Any knowledge of his movements ends as I feel my muscles contract and my legs lock up around Jake's head. His hand and mouth don't stop moving until my body goes limp and I feel like I'm floating. 

His insistent movements slow back to his long slow strokes over my clit until I whimper out his name. 

Jake sits up on his knees and smiles down at me, his hands slowly running over my legs, "Not bad for my first time, right?". 

I bold up, shocked, "Jake, what-" 

He laughs and leans down to kiss me, the salty taste of myself on his lips, "No baby, I'm teasing. Just wanted to see your face if you thought you'd fallen apart like that for a rookie." I push his chest slightly, annoyed. He lays on his side next to me, smiling with one hand supporting his head. I assume the same position and he runs a hand along the smooth skin of my hip and thigh. Our lips connect softly and he drags me a little closer to press himself against me.

His hand makes its way around to my back and he drags me closer. He shifts us so that I have one leg on either side of my hips. I realize he only has his black boxers remaining, when did he have time to do that? His hands lazily move my hips back and forth to grind my tender clit along his clothed cock.

He smiles up at me, "How 'bout you grab that hat there baby doll," he slides a hand behind his head and lifts his hips to press harder against me. I unsaddle myself from him and turn to grab his hat, when I turn back he is rolled over towards the nightstand digging through one of the drawers. He rolls onto his back once more before saying, "I'm clean but we can use condoms if you'd like." I blushed at the reality of what I was about to do with Hangman nonetheless. 

"I'm on birth control," I tell him, "makes life easier." 

He smiles and eagerly tosses the condom to the floor without a second thought. I laugh at his excitement and run my fingers along the edge of his boxers before sliding them down, exposing his cock. 

He looks painfully hard, the head is pink and leaking. I lick my lips and that makes his chest rumble, "Another time baby. If I wait one more moment to see you riding me I think I might not be able to hold back." 

I blink in shock and then place his hat squarely on my head and smile at him, "Yes sir." 

I slide back onto his lap and our contact feels right. I meet his eyes as he casually leans back and he looks desperate with anticipation and my heart flutters. 

I stroke him gently from base to tip and back down before I lift myself over him. He bites his lip and his hand makes its way to my hip and squeezes reassuringly. I slowly let his head slide over my clit and then down to my pussy. I lower myself so that he sinks into me. 

"Take your time darlin'," Jake huffs and groans at the squeeze, "if you go too fast I won't last." 

I gasp with pleasure and my pace stutters causing me to sink lower quickly, Jake hisses and his grip tightens. I restart my descent. I finally flush to hips after some minor adjusting my hips. I lift myself as high as I can off him and lower myself again and Jake whines from deep in his throat. I repeat the motion, gasping and placing my hands on his chest to stabilize myself. I start to move, experimenting moving my hips back and forth as I glide up and down his cock. I  heard Jake grunt and I look away from where our bodies met to look him in the face. 

He is shining in a light sheen of sweat in the moonlight and I can still smell his cologne. His body is hot against my hands and his breath is short. His lips tilt upwards, "I could watch you like this forever, babydoll," he huffs out.

 I lower myself all the way back down on him and lean down to kiss him softly. He meets my lips tenderly and lifts his hips and moves both hands to hold my hips. 

"Doll, please, I," He inhales sharply as he slides slowly out a few inches, "I need this." I look surprised at him, the one and only Hangman were begging, for me. I looked closer at him, his eyes were fixed on the point where our bodies met. His mouth was slightly agape and his short came with a soft moan at the end. 

"Jake," his eyes shot to mine, "anything for you." 

His eyes practically rolled back into his head as he pulled me into his chest, I squeezed my knees into his sides to hold myself still as Jake let loose. He wraps his arms around my back and I hold onto him, in a tight embrace. 

My face is buried in the crook of his neck as his hips work desperately against mine, aiming for the same small spot inside of me. He's grinding into me more than anything, driving me closer and closer to the edge. 

One of his arms leaves my back and wraps around my waist roughly. His other hand tears the hat off my head and tosses it on the bed next to us. 

In one easy movement, he flips me onto my back. I gasp at the new depth and pressure of his cock. 

"Touch yourself, baby, I wanna know what you feel like when you cum. Cause one day I'm gonna count them for ya'," He grins and leans down to bite my neck low enough it wouldn't show in my uniform. I run a hand between us to my clit, Jake leans back enough to give me room to work, but then I saw the real reason. 

He was watching me play with myself as he rocked into me. He grunted as I clenched around him, surprising myself at how close I already was.

"Jake, I'm close. Please, please, don't stop, you can't," I sob into his ear. 

"Just a," he grunts and his hips stutter a little and I well with tears at the change, "Second baby, I'm almost," a moaning breath," there." 

He keeps moving steadily as he launches me into the stratosphere, I feel his strokes get longer and harder. I can't stop the cries coming out of my throat, and then Jake presses in close to my ear. 

In a rough whisper, he says, "Common doll, let go." 

I almost see stars, my ears ring for a second and every muscle in my body feels close to cramping. My whole body spasms rhythmically around him and it only seems to encourage him. 

He moves faster and harder, moaning into my ear before he almost fully stops, his hips are flush against my ass. He pushes into me like he's trying to fuse our bodies. He exhales harshly in my ear and I realized he'd been holding his breath. He seems to go limp as he pressed himself into me. We lay there for a moment, coming down from the stars. Jake shifts before I do, kissing my neck and shoulder gently.  His hands make their way up and down my body slowly and firmly, bringing me back to my body. I smile at him and he returns it. 

"How was that?" he asks, his smile suddenly turning cocky. 

I laugh loudly at him, he joins in and goes back to holding me close and going back to kissing my exposed skin. He finally shifts and pulls out of me. I feel something else slide out after he's gone and I feel my face turn red. Jake groans and I look up at him. 

"If nothing else that's, enough to get a man ready for a second round," his eyes are trained on my pussy and I move my knees together. Jake laughs and leans down to kiss my knees. He slides off the bed and comes up to the side to kiss me. 

"But it's late doll. Let's get you cleaned up and I'll let you sleep."  I smile and return his kiss and then settle a little further into his bed. Jake chuckles and makes his way, naked, towards the bathroom. He disappears for half a second before popping his head around the corner. "But I make no promises to let you sleep tomorrow." with that he winks and disappears to the bathroom. 

He comes back and hands me a warm damp washcloth, I clean myself up as Jake pulls another set of sheets from the bottom drawer of his dresser. He opens the second drawer and pulls out a neatly folded blue shirt, with NAVY printed across the front. He smiles sheepishly and hands me the shirt, it's soft in the way only well-loved shirts can be.

He nods his head to the side towards the bathroom, "Go get changed darlin', I'll make the bed." I smile at him and slide out of bed and stop to kiss him on my way to the bathroom. I shut the door, use the toilet, and change into Jake's shirt. It hangs loosely on me and I smile into the mirror at myself. I could get used to this. I open the door and find Jake already in bed, hat re-hung on the bed post, and my clothes are folded on top of the dresser. My clothes, minus my panties. I crawl into bed next to Jake who holds me as I lay tucked into his side. 

He kisses my hair and I sigh softly. 

"Goodnight, Seresin," I whisper to him.

"Goodnight darlin'," he responds 

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AN; Hey look! I finished it :D let me know whatcha think

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Bob was in a Frat??

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Bob Floyds "Brothers" from college come for a visit to see Bobs new life in the Navy. The dagger crew find out that the man they nicknamed 'Baby' used to be quite a legend before they met him. Robert "Bob/Baby" Floyd x fem!character 18+, Minor DNI. Mature Themes, mentions of sexual exploits and alcohol consumption (all 21+)

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Bob Floyd is a shy man, always the first to offer to be the DD and the type of guy to pull a drunk persons phone off of the bar, before Penny notices. Well maybe shy isn't the word to describe him. Quiet might be better, he's content to sit on a bar stool shelling peanuts shittily into a cup in his lap and speaking to whomever approaches him.

Which is why when the Dagger squad found out Bob was in a frat in college came as such a surprise. The thought of Bob rushing a frat, pounding down beer, and flirting with everyone in his vicinity is hard to picture. But here sat four of his 'brothers', chatting with Bobs new family surrounding a pool table.

"Yes sir!" said, Carlton, one of the frat brothers who was stood talking to of course, Hangman, "Sigma Alpha Epsilon, Bobby was actually the one who roped me into joining." he continued grinning at Bob who was leaning one hip on the green, felt table face red with embarrassment.

"Oh really," Jake said with a mischievous look towards Bob, "what made you wanna do something like that Bobby?", Hangman drew out the nickname in a teasing tone.

Bob shrugged, "Seemed like any easy way to make friends and add onto my resume."

Carlton laughed, "Thats not what you told me Bobby! I remember you saying 'Dude, think about it, beer and girls.' I don't think you were thinking with the right head back then, man."

"Now hold on," Jake cuts in, "that's where this tale gets too tall for me. I could believe that 'Baby on Board' here used to get hammered on cheap beer and maybe even saying 'dude'. But Bob? Chasin' skirts? That's unrealistic." He laughs lightheartedly, and Carlton joins in. Bobs face remains red.

"Well come one, cut him some slack." it's another one of Bobs 'brothers', TJ. "If I remember correctly, Bob could take home the first girl he took a shot with.", TJ claps a hand over Bobs shoulder. "Hell, one time I saw him walking a girl to the door in the morning looking like she was still comin' back down from heaven."

Another brother, Harris cut in, "But whenever they shut that door shut, you'd think she was in hell."

Rooster almost choked on his drink, "You're kidding me. Our Baby here had game?"

Bob smirks at Rooster, "What do you mean, had?"

Hangman cackles, "Oh come off it Bobby, I've never even seen you approach a girl, much less take one home."

"Well yea," says Bobs "I'm to busy takin care of you drunks to try."

"Oh really?" says Coyote, "How about we make a bet, if you can get a girls number in the next ten minutes, I'll buy all of us a round. If you can't, you buy."

Bob hands the pool cue he'd been holding to James ,the last of his frat pals who gave him a winning look, knowing either way they would be getting free drinks out of it. "Might wanna go make your order Coyote." Bob says as he makes his way into the crowd of patrons.

The group of men watch for a moment, occasionally seeing the tall, bespectacled man appear between pillars and people. He's gone for a moment before Harris says, "Three o'clock, the one in the pink and the one with the curly hair, at the high-tops." The group looks to see Bob, forearms casually resting on one of the tall chairs speaking to the two women.

He was turned so that the group by the pool tables could see when his lips moved but not enough where they could make out what he was saying to the two of them. He was leaning on the chair but made sure to give both of the women personal space. He casually pointed to one of their wrists, the woman touched her beaded bracelet and started talking quickly with a smile on her face. Bob nodded occasionally while she spoke and smiled when she made eye contact with him. He pulled out his phone, and showed the girls his lock screen, they both made 'awe' faces and smiled up at him.

He made a small gesture to himself, and the to the door, presumably to the port down the road. He nodded his head slightly to one side while speaking and the girls laughed. He gave a shy smile to the girl with the bracelet and adjusted his glasses and said something else. She blushed and glanced to her friend, who nodded excitedly.

Then Bob was pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to her, she quickly typed something into it, and handed it back to Baby Bobby Floyd.

Bob said one or two more words to the women and gave a small wave, before making his way back around the bar towards the pool tables.

Hangman slapped his hand on Carlton's shoulder as Bob approached in a swirl of whistles and congratulations with a shy smile and blush adorning his face, "I guess we are buyin' you boys a round then, huh."

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A/N; I tried to make the two ladies pretty neutral so its easier to picture anyone as them :) I did kind of intend for the Bracelet and Bobs Lock screen to be a TSwift bracelet and a photo of Bob and his twin sister at an Eras concert but it could easily be a pet rescue thing and a photo of his pet, or whatever you'd like :D

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Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader 18+; Minors DNI

Just a fun little idea I had about Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Anything for the team Prt.1

Running up the beach, I grab my towel to work the sand off my body. The teams last play in dog-fight football had ended with me diving to catch the ball, resulting in a cheer from your team. It also ended with earning me a mouth full of sand, but anything for the team.

Phoenix, Bob, and Halo soon joined me, opting out of what looked now to be tackle football. Bob grabbed three beers out of the small cooler he had packed and a water for himself. Always responsible. Phoenix nudged me with her shoulder, “Good catch back there, really took one for the team.” I feel a grin spread across my face at the compliment. “That’s what this beach trip if for right? Team-bonding”, I respond, “plus I wouldn’t have had any chance if Halo had thrown me that perfect spiral.” We all three tapped out bottles together and turned back to the ocean in contented silence. I was really starting to love this team. I hadn’t been so sure that any part of this mission was going to be possible after seeing everyone at the HardDeck the first night, even the first day of training had been worrisome.

Sighing contentedly and sipping the beer, that Bob ever the gentlemen, had popped open before handing to you. The sun was setting the beach on fire, it was almost hard to see the others continuing their game on the sand with the sun throwing hot rays back into my face. My eyes slide shut and a small smile fall across my lips once more.

“Drinks tonight?”, questions Halo, taking another sip. Phoenix lazily nods with a amusing quirk down of her lips and Bob mutters something about being willing to drive everyone home.

“I’ll have to catch a quick shower,” turning towards her, “I’ve got sand in places I don’t wanna talk about.”, a light-hearted laugh falling from my mouth. Halo laughs, “I might have to do the same, I love living near the ocean, but sand is a bitch.”

A voice from farther down the beach chimes in, “Well Halo, just let me know if you need any assistance, can’t have our pilots chaffing in those cockpits.” It’s Bagman, of course it’s him, making slightly suggestive comments to his coworkers. Halo scoffs at him. He’s making his way over to the cooler and after he’s shut it Phoenix playfully tosses a small handful of sand at him, which he dodges most of. I look down towards at the group on the beach, the rest of them are slowly making their way up to where the five of us are, looking exhausted but each with a smile that looked like a kid on Christmas.

Rooster jogged up ahead of the group and stood blocking the sun, “Hard Deck?”, he asks unprompted. I smile up at him, “Any other bar you know around here that will let you unplug their jukebox to play the piano, when you’ve had a few?”

Rooster chuckles, “Call that a ‘Penny Privilege’” he says with a mischievous grin. I roll my eyes and take the hand he extends to pull myself up.

I glance over at Bob, Phoenix, and Hangman to my right, but look on Hangman’s face makes me do a double take. His jaw is tight and he’s giving Rooster a truly intimidating glare. His eyes flit down to where Roosters palm rests against mine, but the second I release him our eyes meet. He clenched his jaw slightly, before his features smooth over into his classic flirtatious grin. “Is everyone going?”, he questions keeping his eyes locked on mine and smile firmly on his lips.

I feel my neck and face heat up just a tad and hope the heat from the day covers it up. “Yea, I’m gonna go wash up first and I’ll meet y’all there after a while”, speaking at first to Hangman and then down to Phoenix.

I offer her a hand up, just as Roster had done to me and I see that same clenching jaw from Hangman in response. Somethings up with him. The group gathers their towels and coolers, various sunscreens and sunglasses where thrown into whatever bags, to be sorted through later. An obvious sign everyone was craving a quick shower and cold drinks. I take my time packing my things into my bag, telling everyone else I’ll walk back before it gets dark but that I want to watch the sun sink a little further into the ocean. I lay out in the sun with a soft sigh, the air is hot and humid. I'd pulled off my gym shorts, that had sat over my bathing suit as we'd dove through the sand.

While packing them into my bag Rooster had given a low, teasing wolf-whistle resulting in a Pheonix smacking him in the chest with the back of her hand. This made me happen to catch a glance of Hangman's tongue darting across his lower lip as his eyes subtly slid up my legs. Lingering over on my thighs and hips. I half expected him to meet my eye, give me a wink, and say, 'where you been hiding those this whole time?', in an exaggerated drawl, but he hadn't.

Instead, he had slung an arm around Coyote and turned towards the boardwalk. But as he turned, I couldn't tell if he was blushing or if he had gotten too much sun.

I almost want to roll my eyes at the thought, I doubt there was anything that could make Hangman blush.

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I stretch out a little farther in the sand letting the setting sun throw its rays over my skin. The sand sticks to my feet and arms but I don't mind. The waves crashing further down the beach is relaxing and my tired body is grateful for the rest. I'm content, after a wonderful day spending time with my crewmates and looking forward to a night of drinks and music with the same group. I smile at the thought of a few rounds of pool, Hangman showing off at darts, and Rooster on the piano stirring the whole bar into a frenzy.

I sit up and finish off my beer, tucking my towel into my bag after shaking it out. As I'm making my way towards the boardwalk, I spot a small public shower.

It's a wooden three walled structure, in the shape of a rectangle set just on the edge of the beach. I take a moment to consider, rinsing the sand off now would make it easier to clean up when I got back to the barracks. It may even allow me enough time catch a ride with Bob and Pheonix.

As I get closer to the showers, I hear the water hitting concrete and I know someone else is already in them. I step into the entrance to see a small area with hooks along the walls for bags, as well as signs about keeping swimming suits on at all times in the showers and how there is no lifeguard on duty.

I place my bag on a hook closer to the entrance of the shower area. The water is still running and I'm hoping for Halo or Pheonix or even Bob so I can gossip with them about how Hangman gave me a full look over. I undo my hair and walk around the corner, but my steps stutter as I see a tall, blond man facing me. His head is ducked under the shower head otherwise I'm sure he would have had a snark comment locked and loaded. This time I'm the one who gets to surprise him.

"Well sailor, who are you getting cleaned up for?" I say with a smile as his jerked out of the spray and he swiped the water of his eyes to see who had joined him. A smile slid across his lips, but I couldn't help but notice his cheeks didn't look as pink as they had as I thought earlier. "Well, hey there lady." His accent was thick and purposeful.

I roll my eyes and pick a shower on the opposite end of the room from Hangman. The open top of the shower let the red sunset in to warm my shoulders and head against the cold water being pumped through the pipes. I shiver anyhow, ducking under the spray. I wipe the water from my face and glance over at Hangman, who has stopped moving to watch me rinse my hair. My heart skips a beat when I see him watching me, but I scoff out the oldest line in the book, "Hey, take a picture it will last longer."

"Could I?" he responds, he almost sounded serious.

I laugh and roll my eyes, "Has anyone ever told you what a flirt you are? I never know if to be flattered or offended." He smiled and looked at me "I'd much rather you be flattered, but I know I don't really get to pick do I?" he smiled. He ran his hands over his arms and shoulders, knocking loose sand that was stuck there. My eyes couldn't help but follow their movements.

"I honestly don't mind." I respond copying his motions, "Flirting with friends is always good practice." I lean down to swipe the sand off my legs in doing so I miss the other showerhead being shut off. I stand straight only to be met with Hangman standing a few steps from me. I let out a small gasp at the sudden proximity. His features are stern with one eyebrow slightly risen, "What if I don't want to be friends?"

Instinctively I take a half step backwards, "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

Jake takes a step forward.

"Honey," he speaks slowly "when I flirt with you, I'm not doing it as your friend. I'm doing it as a man." He takes another step in, closing me in as the water sprays my back. If I move back any further the water will wash over my head and obscure the man in front of me. Jake reaches a hand out slowly, I inhale as his arm brushes past me and tuns the knob to off. He smirks, "Do I make ya, nervous doll? I don't mean to." I take a deep breath and glance down, his arm is still against mine, hand still gently wrapped around the handle.

"I'm not nervous." I meet Jakes eyes and he's smiling at me. His arm glides over mine until his hand reaches the back of my neck to toy with the stings holding my bathing suit together. He gives one of the long stings a small tug and I feel my top loosen the slightest bit. He makes one more smooth motion and he closes the distance between us, so we are nearly chest to chest.

"Are ya gonna join in at the HardDeck?" he asks, voice husky, only breaking eye contact to skim down the lines of my face, pausing just a second longer on my lips.

"That was my plan." I respond softly, at that he smiles and drops the string of my bathing suit back against my neck. "

Well then," he starts, "Guess I'll buy you a drink." He leans in and kisses my cheek before I have time to process what he's said. He steps back and starts to saunter out of the shower area, I could swear he was almost skipping.

He turns the corner disappearing before his head re-rounds the corner, one hand grabbing the edge of the planks, "Ya know, darlin there are quicker ways to get into the shower with me."

I place a doubtful hand on one hip, "Oh, how would I have done that?"

His smile is devious, "Ask." and then he's gone.

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I take time to scrub myself down, making sure to exfoliate and apply lotion. I try to keep myself focused on the task at hand, but my mind keeps wandering to Hangman's words. What did he mean by not flirting as a friends', I thought that's what the Dagger squad did. Rooster's wolf-whistles anytime someone removes so much as a jacket. Pheonix's winks after she sinks a ball in pool, especially when we have a bet. Bob's shy but effective way of leaning into your space to make dirty jokes that he only ever makes quietly. As polite as that boy is, his jokes are as dirty as Hangman's.

Thats must be what this is, a joke. Hangman saw an opportunity to flirt with me and make me blush, and he did.

But is that why I'm taking time to pick out an outfit that shows off my legs, Jake had been looking at them. Possibly blushing as he did. The thought makes me a little warm and my throat dry. I bite my lip and grab my bag and slip on my shoes, making my way towards the main gate. I'm taking my time walking, enjoying the salty night air and laughing to myself at all the young sailors piled into cars driving past and blaring everything from country to rave music. As I walk, I hear a strangely familiar rumble behind me, when a clean as a whistle truck pulls up next to me. I glance over, expecting to see some leering dickhead but instead I find Hangman leaning with one arm out of the window. "Well, hey pretty lady, need a ride?"

I laugh at him and walk over to rest my forearms on the edge of the window leaning in slightly, admittedly, giving the Texan a chance to glance at my chest. "I didn't think you'd be getting outta port this late, Seresin" I say to him with a genuine smile.

"Thought I 'otta hang back to offer you a ride, gives me a chance to brag about my baby." he grins, giving an affection pat on the door. He quickly pops the door open causing me to shuffle step back in surprise.

"I can walk around Seresin." I say with a huff.

"Nah, all these kids driving like madmen. I can get out or you can climb over." Jake extends a hand to me and my heart leaps into my throat. I slide my palm into his, and place one foot on the side of the truck and one between his knees. He holds me steady while I pull my other leg into the truck, sliding onto the bench seat with ease. I settled into the seat, I'd ended up sat halfway between Jake and the passenger door, knee next to the gear shift set in the floor.

Jake pulled his door closed and clicked his seatbelt, "Here you go Doll." he holds up the buckle end of a seatbelt, close to his hip. I turn and look for the belt end but find nothing.

"Where's the other half?" I question.

"Oh shit," Jake glances past my hips, "sometimes it gets stuck between the seats. Pardon my reach." He proceeded to lean over me and run a hand between the seats with suggestive expertise. His arm gently brushed along my chest once or twice as he searched for the belt. I felt a familiar heat creeping along my neck and cheeks. Hangman finally fishes the belt from the black hole between the seats, but instead of handing over the belt to me, he adjusts it slightly and buckles it over me. The small gesture makes my teeth ache with how sweet it is. Jake smiles up at me before reaching to change gears, the back of his hand brushes my knee and I feel a little giddy from such a tiny touch. I take a deep breath to settle myself, before glancing around the truck. The dashboard was dust free and sporting a scuffed cowboy hat. I could see a that there were a few photos tucked into the passenger's visor and a handful of trinkets dangling on the rearview mirror.

I smile, "I thought you were gonna brag about your 'baby'." I say adding air-quotes to the word baby.

"Of course! I'm always excited talk about her, I just got a little distracted with something prettier." he glances at me out of the side of his eye and smirks. "This was the same one my momma drove in high school. She got hit by some jackass running a red light. Nothing unfixable, but too much to get her back on the road. My granddad had it shoved back in a barn, we pulled it out when I was around 13 and I helped him fix it up. He surprised me with it when I graduated from basic." Jake laughs a little, then continues, "That old man had even taken it to a real shop to get it repainted, he never spends money like that on cars."

I run my hand along the smooth leather of the seat, it's a little scuffed but well-worn making the leather soft and comfortable. I knew Jake drove a truck, but I didn't know how much it meant to him.

"Actually, my momma told me that when they took her to the hospital to check her, that's when she found out she was pregnant with me." Jake smiled at the road a little lost in thought. I look over at him, his features were soft as he wondered through his memories. His smile was soft and his eyes where fixed on the road. He was dressed in a cream, linen button up with the sleeves cuffed. His top two buttons where undone showing off his tan chest. Wide-leg jeans hugged his thighs, and a pair of aviator sunglasses were hooked in the V his shirt made. A pair of worn tecovas adorned his feet and a silver watch sat on his left wrist. He looked gorgeous in the glow of the streetlights as the two of you pulled into the HardDeck parking lot.

I run my hand along the dashboards various scars and smile, "I think she's beautiful, Jake." He pulls the truck into a spot and shifts to park before turning towards me, arm sliding across the top of the seat behind my shoulders.

He meets my gaze and gives a warm but crooked smile, "She's not the only one, sweet thing." He unclips my seatbelt before undoing his own and once again popping open the door, holding my gaze like I was hypnotized. Jake slides out of the truck before offering me a hand like earlier, I reach out and take it, my heartbeat speeding up for the umpteenth time tonight. As soon as Jake has my hand in his, he uses it to pull me across the seat towards him. His face suddenly went from sweet, to mischievous, it seems that was the case every time he got into my proximity. Jakes rested a hand softly on my knee, then he applied a bit of pressure. "Ready to go in?" he asks in a low voice that leaves me a little breathless. He continues to hold my hand to help me out of his truck then pulls me in close to his chest.

My heart stutters a bit as my palm comes to rest on his sternum. I inhale sharply and feel his arm stretch out and I hear the truck door close behind me. Hangman looks down at where I rest against him and grins. "They're waitin' for us Doll."

I turn in a bit of a daze towards the HardDeck and walk up the steps. I start to reach for the door, but Hangman moves faster and grabs the handle before me. he opens the door and as I pass the threshold, I feel a warm, calloused hand on my hip making me pause. Jake leans slightly into my back, and I feel his warm breath on my neck, just below my ear, "Are you gonna let me buy you that drink tonight?" he questions, and I swear I can feel his nose brush against my ear as he whispers. I swallow and gently nod my head. "Good," he says, voice deep "keep in mind that I'm not flirting as practice tonight. Make no mistake. Every drink, every wink, and every word are to get you back in my truck at the end of tonight."

I stand there dumbfounded as Jake pulls away and gives me a gentle push towards the pool tables where the rest of the Dagger team stands. He brushes behind me, hand not leaving my waist until it had to, and makes his way towards the bar.

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Hangman hardly leaves my sight the rest of the evening. He’s always across the pool table from me, talking to Coyote a few feet away, or making a show of taking drink orders before walking to the bar. But it’s more than that.

Occasionally he will make a dirty joke and wink at me after, or gently pull me out of someones way with a gentle hand on the small of my back, or after making his general drink call to group he’d approach me and ask if I wanted a refill. I waved him off at first, but after a few hours it just got worse.

His jokes got dirtier, his small touches came more frequently, and lingered longer. My face was warm and my heartbeat each time he turned his head, hoping he’s attention would fix on me again. I usually did, especially after he noticed me keeping my eyes trained on him.

He smiled at me from across the pool table. His eyes had a devious glint to them and his lips tilted. He leaned down and sunk his final billiard ball into one of the pockets, I don’t know which one, I had my eyes transfixed on Hangman. The muscles lacing over back and arms tensed and flexed as he stood up and immediately looked back up at me. I felt like I was standing under a heat lamp, my entire face felt hot. I blinked rapidly and looked out of the window to where Phoenix and Bob stood on the deck, chatting with some of the new sailors who just got to port. I feel like it’s finally safe enough to risk another glance at Jake.

I look over, trying to appear casual. My eyes immediately meet his, I don’t think he’s moved an inch. One of his eyebrows twitched up and he set his cue down on the table and started to make his way around towards me. My heart started to race and in a panic I almost slammed my drink onto the table and stood. Quickly without sparing him a glance I rush towards that bathrooms, a small dimly lit hallway lead me to the single stalled room where I shut the door behind me and locked it. I took a second to breath and then think about what I’d just done.

I ran from the man who’d given me a ride her, bought me every drink I’d had tonight, and if he made good on his promise was going to be giving me a ride home tonight. All for what? Be cause he made me blush, he made my heart race, or because he was teasing me and it worked.

I ran a paper towel under the cold water and and gently pressed it to each of my cheeks in turn, then to my forehead and neck. I tossed the damp napkin and gave myself a hard look in mirror.

Did I want to go home with Jake tonight? Did he want to actually take me home or just want to get me riled up? I couldn’t, tell but rest of me knew exactly what it wanted.

I wanted to walk out of here, saunter up to the pilot, pull his ear to my lips and tell him to take me to bed.

I took another deep breath and made my way back into the dim hallway.

“That was quite the exit babydoll.” A voice with a twang said behind me. My efforts to cool myself off in the bathroom where suddenly all for not. I turn and see Jake leaned against the wall in front of a giant vintage poster asking me to ‘Join the Navy’.

“Seresin.” I say, a little breathless.

“I love when you call me that baby.” His smile is hungry, teeth shining in the dark. He pushes off the wall and stalks towards me slowly. He steps in close, as close as we had been earlier in the shower. That felt like years ago now. He touches a stray hair that has fallen over my forehead and smiles down at me.

“Having fun?”he questions. I nod, throat to fry to speak. He clicks his tongue in disapproval, “Use your words sugar.”

I swallow the lump in my throat before I respond, “Yes, thank you again for,” I make a motion, vaguely indicating the bar “ya know, everything tonight.”

“Oh?”he says, “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. Anything in particular you’re enjoying’?” He shifts us so that when he takes his next step forward, and I take my inevitable one back I’m nearly touching the wall next to the bathroom door. Now I know my nerves are visible on my face, my breaths are short and my heart is beating so loud I swear he could hear it.

He hums softly, eyes fixed on my face. Then he moves in closer, placing one foot between mine, and I feel my shoulders make gentle contact with the wall. Jake leans in impossibly closer, our breaths intermingling.

His cologne smells like whiskey and smoke, I want to press my nose into his shirt and inhale it deep into my lungs. He sees my eyes flitting between his eyes and his collar, and his mouth slides into a grin.

"Talk to me doll." Hangman whispers.

I meet his gaze, "You've been very attentive tonight, for not wanting to be my friend." He laughs, making his chest rumble.

"Is there any other way to treat a lady like you?" he asks.

He's been teasing me all night, and I'm done with it. It's my turn.

"There is." I say, then I smirk at him, "But we can't do that here."

The shock on his face is worth it, his mouth hangs open for a moment and his eyes widen. Then in one movement he presses his lips to mine and presses me into the wall. I feel his upper thigh press between my legs, and I gasp allowing him to pull my bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting at it. I moan softly at the contact, the sound only audible enough to reach our ears. This seems to spur him on even further, his tongue testing it's welcome into my mouth.

I push my chest into him and kiss him deep. One of his hands finds my hips and presses back, so that practically caged in. His other hand finds the wall above my head.

His thigh moves slowly between my legs trying to earn another response from me, I refuse. Hangman will have to try harder than that to get anything else from me.

Jake finally pulls away and I find myself leaning in still not wanting the kiss to end. As proof, a small whine comes from the back of my throat. "Am I really that good? I was worried I might be a bit rusty." grins Jake, he's panting, and his breath makes me shiver. "How's about I go pay off my tab and you and I disappear for the night?" I nod in agreement, and he steps back finally giving me room to take in a fresh breath of air. "We'll go say our goodbyes and then you and I can head out darlin'," Jake says as he takes my hand to guide me back through the crowded bar. As the pool tables come into view, I realize Jake still hasn't let go of my hand. I squeeze his hand and he glances back at me, confused. "I- I just don't want them to know yet." I say with a shy smile, "I don't need the embarrassment of getting 'taken down by the Hangman' if this doesn't work out." Jake turns to me fully and gently grabs my shoulders, "I understand, but this is going to work out. We can tell them when you're ready.", with that he kisses my forehead and waves an arm past himself, indicating for him to walk in front instead of being dragged behind. I walk towards Pheonix and Bob to tell them that I was going to catch a ride back to Port with Hangman. Pheonix tilts her head a bit, "I thought you usually walked, if you need a ride that bad, I can take you." she says. "No. No, it's alright, we are both heading home anyway." I respond with what I hope is a convincing smile. She still gives me a curious look but doesn't press, opting for another sip of beer. She glances over at Hangman saying his Goodbyes to Coyote and Rooster as I bid farewell to Bob. All of a sudden Pheonix half shouts, "Yo Bagman," Jake looks up at her in mild surprise, "you make sure to get her home in one piece, I don't want you fucking this team over with your shitty driving." A wide smile splits her face and Jake mimics her. "Of course, Phenni," Jake trains his eyes on me, "Anything for the team."

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AN; Hey look now it's my first fanfic :D hey, look chapter one! (Prt.2 is already posted and has the good stuff)

- okay, bye, thanks for reading, luv u <3