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Gonna post the rest tomorrow I think! If you guys have any request for Top Gun or really anything— lmk! Aha!

Sneak Peak of Upcoming fic!

at a Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x reader Smutty Fic🧎 because I’m too hyper to not share !!

A/N ; Please do not input my work into any ai along with Poe and C.ai! I also do not consent to my work being published on different sites without my consent! I also do not want my work translated without my permission! Ty!

I also have some stuff of Fanboy as well! ^^

NSFW UNDER THE CUT !!

He can’t help how he bites his lip, drawing a bit of blood as he holds in soft pants and whines. He’s sitting on the edge of the couch in your living room. His shirt unbuttoned and messy, his pants already off and littered on the floor by the couch. His eyes closed as he took in the pleasure. It’s been months since he’s had your touch, since he’s tasted you, since he’s breathed in your perfume that defined your scent so nicely. It’s all so overwhelming in such a good way that he can’t help but take it in. His cock twitching in the underwear he still had on.

You’re sitting on his lap, softly kissing up his neck and grinding down with soft movements. His hands are rested on your hips, kneading your soft plushly flesh in his hands, scooting you closer as a whine escapes his mouth. Your shorts hike up your thighs, and your shirt off. “Love you Robby, love you s’much” you mumble with each kiss you leave on his neck. Sucking and nipping along with kissing his flesh. He can’t help but gulp nervously as his eyes flicker open. Lidded they were, filled with love for you. His hair was messy and his glasses were barely holding on, inches away from slipping off his flustered face.

“Honey—B-Babydoll—“ he tries to speak, his voice stuttering within his mumbled tone. Your lips were too intoxicating to him. “Robbyyy” he could hear you whine out to him, your hips continued their actions. Your voice was filled with lust and need. “Sweetheart just—let me have more of you please—“ He couldn’t help but trail on a whimper. Begging to get more of you than kisses on his neck. His hands were still gripping on to your hips, but slowly starting to trail to your ass—yet his hands cradled and remained on your thighs for a good amount of time. The more he spoke, the more his little accent drawl spilled through. 

Pausing for a moment, your lips unattach from his neck as you pull away gently. Your eyes flicker open, admiring the scene in front of you. Bob breathing heavily, his mouth now open. His head tilted just a bit back as it gave you access to his neck that was now littered with wet kisses and hickies—bite marks galore—and you loved it. “Look at you Robby, looking so sweet~” you teased, a soft lustful smile adorned on your face. At your tone Bob couldn’t help but groan in pleasure as a response. Your voice, your body that was already up against his—it was almost too much—he loved every second of it. In his tight pants he could feel his cock twitch again. 

Sneak Peak of Upcoming fic!

at a Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x reader Smutty Fic🧎 because I’m too hyper to not share !!

A/N ; Please do not input my work into any ai along with Poe and C.ai! I also do not consent to my work being published on different sites without my consent! I also do not want my work translated without my permission! Ty!

I also have some stuff of Fanboy as well! ^^

NSFW UNDER THE CUT !!

He can’t help how he bites his lip, drawing a bit of blood as he holds in soft pants and whines. He’s sitting on the edge of the couch in your living room. His shirt unbuttoned and messy, his pants already off and littered on the floor by the couch. His eyes closed as he took in the pleasure. It’s been months since he’s had your touch, since he’s tasted you, since he’s breathed in your perfume that defined your scent so nicely. It’s all so overwhelming in such a good way that he can’t help but take it in. His cock twitching in the underwear he still had on.

You’re sitting on his lap, softly kissing up his neck and grinding down with soft movements. His hands are rested on your hips, kneading your soft plushly flesh in his hands, scooting you closer as a whine escapes his mouth. Your shorts hike up your thighs, and your shirt off. “Love you Robby, love you s’much” you mumble with each kiss you leave on his neck. Sucking and nipping along with kissing his flesh. He can’t help but gulp nervously as his eyes flicker open. Lidded they were, filled with love for you. His hair was messy and his glasses were barely holding on, inches away from slipping off his flustered face.

“Honey—B-Babydoll—“ he tries to speak, his voice stuttering within his mumbled tone. Your lips were too intoxicating to him. “Robbyyy” he could hear you whine out to him, your hips continued their actions. Your voice was filled with lust and need. “Sweetheart just—let me have more of you please—“ He couldn’t help but trail on a whimper. Begging to get more of you than kisses on his neck. His hands were still gripping on to your hips, but slowly starting to trail to your ass—yet his hands cradled and remained on your thighs for a good amount of time. The more he spoke, the more his little accent drawl spilled through. 

Pausing for a moment, your lips unattach from his neck as you pull away gently. Your eyes flicker open, admiring the scene in front of you. Bob breathing heavily, his mouth now open. His head tilted just a bit back as it gave you access to his neck that was now littered with wet kisses and hickies—bite marks galore—and you loved it. “Look at you Robby, looking so sweet~” you teased, a soft lustful smile adorned on your face. At your tone Bob couldn’t help but groan in pleasure as a response. Your voice, your body that was already up against his—it was almost too much—he loved every second of it. In his tight pants he could feel his cock twitch again. 

Fellow Top Gun Bob Floyd Enjoyers,, I got something cooking up Fr🧎 and I really hope you enjoy it when I post it tonight 🫣

Very tempted to give a sneak peak—

30/12/22: HOLY SHIT BOXER BOB!!! this is one of the best first chapters i've ever read, everything was do engaging and you gave us enough to want more i need to know how their date went i need to know more about bob and mickey’s relationship and the boxing and maverick and how the stories are all going to connect. i need it ALL. just so good. i think you really nailed his personality, or at least the little bit you showed of him in this chapter. all of bob’s lines were so on character but with an EDGE!!! something a little different, but that FITS!!! anyways i’m so excited for the future parts, you’re incredibly talented!!!

“Bob Floyd liked to think he was a good person.” such an engaging opening line!!!

“But there’s an unrelenting pressure that comes with being a good person. A weight that couldn’t be lifted as he exhausted himself with the idea of what exactly it means to be inherently good.” this is getting so good already!!!

“He gives up his seat on public transportation and has reusable shopping bags so he doesn’t have to use the plastic ones at the grocery store.” of course he does ❤️

“Bob Floyd was a good person. Bob Floyd was a good person until, suddenly, he wasn’t. And it could all be traced back to the first time he ever stepped foot into Sugar Plum Bakery.” the name of the bakery in contrast with the whole atmosphere you’ve created for this is so interesting.

“Hi!” You pop up suddenly, smiling brightly. There’s a smudge of flour on your cheek, stipples of it all over your apron, and Bob's almost certain there’s some in your hair too. “What can I getcha?” and i adore her already.

“You bite your lip, eyes squinting as you appear to be sizing him up. It reminds Bob of his opponents in the ring — though their eyes aren’t nearly as pretty as yours — and it almost makes him laugh.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

“Bob’s eyebrows raise slightly in agreement. “Today’s special, huh? Then I should probably get one of those, shouldn’t I?”

“It’d be sacrilegious not to,” you tease back, a smile growing on your lips.” love this piece of dialogue!!!

AND THE 20% TIP FOR A 5 SECOND CONVERSATION AND AN APPLE TART HE IS THE SWEETEST

“You hand the box to him with that bright smile and — just like every romantic comedy Bob has ever watched with his mom — his heart stutters when your fingers brush.” AND HE WATHES ROMCOMS????? 😭😭😭😭😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

“Oh?” You turn back to the croissants, pleased with their golden brown color as you move to transfer them to a different tray to bring up front.  “And what would you call him?” i also adored this description and her attention to detail in the croissant!!!

“Don’t think it was a cupcake he was hopin’ for,” she looks at you knowingly and you feel slightly flustered at her implication.

He wanted to see you?” i am a puddle on the floor!!!!

“Ball cap guy sticks out like a sore thumb against the few customers in Sugar Plum, a head taller than everyone else even as his head is tilted down to look at his phone.” 😭

AND THEN HE GENUINELY PAYS ATTENTION TO HER RAMBLING ABOUT SWEET PEAS

“That’ll be—”

“What time do you get off?” He blurts suddenly.” I LOVE THIS TROPE!!! IS IT A TROPE??? SPEAKING OVER EACH OTHER IDK BUT I LOVE IT

“You ever think about fighting, Bob?” oh… maverick is RECRUITING???

“Maybe if Bob had done that to the landlord, he’d stop making his mom cry. Maybe if Bob had done that to those preppy college boys, Mickey wouldn’t have to shrug it off with a “People tip pretty good at Charlotte’s anyway”. Maybe if he’d never taken it, and taken it, and taken it, and actually stopped to wonder if maybe he didn’t have to, they wouldn’t have had to take it either.” LOVE THIS LINE

“How much would you pay me?” smart boy!!!

“Because if Adler could come out of it all a good man, Bob could cling to that hope for himself a little longer.” BOB 😭🥺

Do Unto Otters

summary - You should have known to question when Bob suddenly appeared in your bakery and made his place in your life — but, in your defense, his smile was so charming! Five dates in and he’s already swept you off your feet completely with his thoughtful nature and kind heart. But the question still remains: what do you actually know about him? And why does he always come back to you covered in bruises?

warnings - DARK THEMES, boxer au, violence, language, Bob is 6′5″ because I said so, I roasted Mav in this a bit my bad, mentions of violence, “Bob” is kind of a stupid boxer name so I changed it, no use of y/n

this series is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 3.5k

please take this as my thank you for 1.5k! I am so so honored that you guys think my stuff is worth reading, it means the world to me. anyway enjoy! - bugs

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but captain he's just a little guyyyy

(I mean it won't fix everything but it might fix something)

A BOB FLOYD regency au? Are you kidding me, this is literally everything I have ever dreamed of.

“That poor girl, last year she was the diamond of the season, poised to marry The Island’s most eligible bachelor and now look where she is- back on the marriage mart and grieving her fiancée.”

Y/n “Fawn” St. Vincent had been through more pain in the last year than she could bear, suddenly being thrust back into the spotlight and being forced to find another successful match after nearly being married off to a man she barely knew. She grieved his passing, he was kind to her but it was not love; it couldn’t be. She’d only ever had eyes for someone else, a nobleman who was more recluse than society darling, her childhood best friend Robert Floyd. Can she convince him that being alone isn’t what he deserves and that if he could open his heart she could be the love match his heart secretly desires?

Coming soon 😍

@sailor-aviator I’m so excited to join your regency universe!

I just wanna say.. Bob “Sentry” Reynolds and Joaquin Torres and Lt. Robert “Bob” Floyd and Lt. Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia. They’re the same dude I’m ngl. Okay not the exact same. But they’re awful similar. Kinda fucks ngl

“Not all men”

You’re totally right….Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd would never.

Can someone tell me why it took me no time at all to become 1000% obsessed with Lewis Pullman??

Like... I mean...

My sister makes me Valentine’s cookies every year and look at this Lewis Pullman as Bob Floyd cookie she made me, 🥺💘

the dumification of me whenever I see any pic of Lewis Pullman needs to be studied????

Seeing Lewis Pullman in carhartt or a bolo tie pulls the exact same reaction out of me that a Victorian man would’ve had at the sight of a woman’s ankles. I won’t be elaborating at this time.

you mean to tell me that not one of you crafty babes that are also obsessed with Lewis Pullman have made stickers or shirts with his character Rhett from Outer Range that say save a Horse, ride a cowboy? Fine, I’ll attempt to make them myself.

girlfriend | robert “bob” floyd x fem!reader

warnings- fluff, bob blushing, swearing, alcohol, smut, unprotected sex, i was too lazy to proofread lol 

18+ minors DNI!!!

reader works at hard deck :)

word count- 2.7k 

You knew that look. As you skated around drunk men and took the orders of nearly the whole bar his gaze never left yours. For weeks now you two had been balancing on a tightrope of teasing and heated moments. 

When Robert “Bob” Floyd first arrived for his mission you two had hit it off right away. His being sober at The Hard Deck called for him striking up conversation with you as much as he could. One night after your shift ended you stayed up sitting on the bar stools for nearly 3 hours talking about anything you could. The week after that you couldn’t wait to see him walk through the bar doors just to get a chance to talk again. 

He began to infiltrate your thoughts almost constantly. As you were talking again late one night your eyes couldn’t help but drift their gaze to his lips. He was explaining something to you about the mechanics of his jet, but your mind had wandered to what his lips would feel like against your own. A hot blush crept up your neck as you realized you had begun to harbor feelings for the man. 

On an impulse you sprang forward and kissed him in the middle of his sentence, completely silencing him. You pulled back just as quickly, and Bob just blinked at you, processing if what had just happened actually did. 

You quickly muttered an apology and Bob just shook his head. You turned away from him immediately regretting your impulsive decision. Your face burning, you began to regret everything you’d said to the man, thinking you’d read him all wrong. 

You felt his hand fall to your forearm as he turned you back to face him. He didn’t say anything as his gaze moved from your eyes to your lips and back. His silence continued as he leaned forward and connected your lips again. 

This time it was intentional, slow, and made butterflies creep up your stomach. He reached for you as you reciprocated the kiss. One hand in your hair, thumb resting on your cheek, the other searching for your waist. You held the front of his shirt, scared to let him go, and deepened the affair, sliding your tongue along his bottom lip. He gladly accepted and slowly yet fiercely slid his own into your mouth. 

The kiss continued and your hands slid along his front and ended in his hair, gripping. He released a quiet moan as you did and without breaking the kiss he stood from his own stool and trapped you against the bar. Your back dug into the bartop as you moaned back into his mouth and his hands slid down to your hips, squeezing. 

Had your phone not interrupted, you’re sure it would have continued to escalate that very night. He released you with a sigh, and you kept your eyes closed for just a moment longer. 

You slowly peeled them open and Bob groaned at the sensuality of it all. He huffed a small laugh and a blush covered his face as he scratched the back of his neck, perhaps in insecurity at his previous actions. 

As time went on you began to see each other frequently, in and out of the bedroom. No one could have prepared you for the skill Bob provided when you began sleeping together. While no label had been discussed between you two, you knew there was something more. Besides the near-perfect chemistry you two had when you slept together, your conversations and communication were the best you’d had with any man. 

Afraid to mess up whatever was going on between you two, you never pushed for a label or serious commitment. You knew he was working hard on a dangerous mission, and you didn’t want to ruin this (partly because he was the best lay you’ve ever had). 

Little did you know Bob felt the same way. The man was obsessed with you. Despite not enjoying the bar scene he made sure to be at The Hard Deck as much as he could. Penny found it absolutely adorable. Bob thought about you constantly. When he was flying, during important briefings, before bed, hell even when he was brushing his damn teeth. 

He was afraid that proposing a relationship would freak you out, but also understood being in a relationship with a pilot could be a draining one. So, he kept things as they were. Casual. But not. He’d never in his life been able to fuck a girl, then talk about which constellation was his favorite, or why certain childhood memories meant more to him than others. It was something he loved about your dynamic. 

But here you were. It was getting late and even more busy as the night went on. While nights were always pretty packed, Friday nights were the worst. Bob and the rest of the Dagger Squad had shown up earlier playing pool and darts, and discussing new ideas for their mission. 

You had snuck in some conversation with Bob when he was sent to the bar to collect another round, but the crowd kept you busy and your mind preoccupied with all the orders.

The Dagger Squad had their suspicions that Bob liked you, but never in a million years did they think you two were actually “something”. 

Hangman especially. The man could never not flirt with you. You always shot him down, but it became some sort of game to him. Bob always observed, but seeing as you rarely even responded to Jake, he found it more amusing. 

So when Hangman announced in the middle of who knows what round of pool, “Well damn. Seems like I’ve got some competition at the bar.” Bob’s heart rate picked up.

His head swung over to you taking an attractive man’s order while laughing and shaking your head. His brows furrowed as you continued to smile while you made his drink. 

 Bob put down his pool stick and muttered a quick excuse to get away from the game. Phoenix shot Rooster a knowing look that he returned. 

You were handing the same guy, even more attractive up close, his drink as Bob placed his elbows on the bar. You turned to him and your eyes widened as you registered who was before you. 

“Hi”, you blushed. 

He continued to stare at you then switched his gaze to the man who was retreating to his table.

    “Who was that?” Bob questioned. 

“I don’t know. Just some guy.” You were confused by his sharp greeting. 

He hummed a reply then pushed his glasses up his nose as he said, “I uh, it just looked like maybe you knew him or something”

You furrowed your brows and shook your head. 

“No, no I've never seen him here before actually.”

He once again looked back to the guy then you, “I don’t like him”, he muttered. 

You huffed a small laugh then said, “Me either, his attempt at flirting with me was atrocious.”

You laughed again as Bob scoffed. He leaned off the counter onto his hands, and a small smile appeared as he turned back to his friends shaking his head. 

It was near closing and the guy from earlier was not letting you out of his sights. Bob had come to pay his near nonexistent tab and whispered to you that he’d wait for you outside till you were finished. 

Last call had been announced what seemed like forever ago and this guy had still not left. As you were dragging your rag across the bar top he leaned in too close for your liking. 

“You wanna get outta here when you're done?” 

“Uh, no. I’m good thanks.” 

He just smiled as if you were playing hard to get.

“C’mon girl you were flirting with me all night, don’t leave me hanging.”

You stopped your cleaning and glared at the man. Luckily for you, Penny had overheard his antic from the register. She nearly shouted at the guy, “She doesn’t owe you anything, pal. We’re closing now, you gotta go.”

He shot his hands up in a false act of surrender and laughed as he said, “Alright, alright” and made his way out. 

You turned to Penny with wide eyes and shook your head. She laughed and told you to head home and be careful. 

Bob was waiting outside the door, just like he said he would. He pushed off the wall he was leaning against and reached for you. He grabbed you by the waist, one hand gripping your cheek as he collided his mouth with yours. Your eyes widened at his unusual greeting, but as his lips met yours again you leaned into him. You kissed him back with the same urgency and clasped your hands to his cheeks. He deepened the kiss with a groan and you pulled away, knowing you would find no shame in letting him fuck you outside your place of work if you didn’t. 

You caught your breath as you gasped “What was that for?”

He replied with a shy “Nothing”, but turned as you heard a car door slam. 

The guy from the bar. You gave Bob a knowing look and he sheepishly shrugged his shoulders, blushing. 

“Oh my God you were jealous”

“What? No.” He tried to play it off and fake a laugh, which prodded a genuine one from you. 

“You can’t deny it, you were showing that guy I was yours.” You stopped dead realizing what had slipped from your lips. His. You opened your mouth to refute your comment, but Bob grabbed your hand and squeezed. You glanced up at him and saw he was giving you a small smile. 

“Mine, huh?”, “I’d like that. Like a lot”

You blushed even more at his statement and a smile overcame your features. 

“Yeah?” you questioned. 

“Yes.” He answered definitely. 

“Me too”, you grabbed him by the cheeks again and slotted your lips against his. 

He kissed you back slow this time. When he pulled away he gripped your hand and led you to his car. He opened the door for you and jogged back to his side. As he started the car he gave you the look. You nodded back, answering his silent question. 

You bit your lip as he slid his hand along your thigh while he started the journey back to your place. He sent you heated glances as he drove and began rubbing his thumb back and forth where it lay on your thigh. Pathetic as it may sound, the light touch turned you on. 

You felt that familiar heat spread throughout you as you thought about what was going to proceed in a few moments.

As he pulled to the curb outside your house you both quickly unbuckled and jumped out. Bob grabbed your waist as you made your way to the front door. You felt his body heat radiate as he pressed his front to your back while you shakily unlocked the door. You could feel all of him as he began to press his lips to your neck. You gasped and pushed back against him. 

The door finally managed to open, and Bob was quick to spin you and lead you inside. His lips attacked your own as he maneuvered his way to your bedroom. The man knew where to step seeing as he’d made it a mission to christen every piece of furniture you both could. Your bedroom door was pushed open and Bob never broke the kiss as he laid you onto the bed. He was hovering above you as he pulled away and stared at you. 

He was panting, as were you, and he slowly sat up and removed his shirt. He tossed it to the floor as he began to place kisses down your neck. You moved your head to the side to give him more room and moaned as he made his way to that tender, sweet spot right at the base of your neck. 

As he assaulted your neck his hands made their way under your top to your chest. He squeezed and your back arched up in return. You were panting and becoming impatient. 

You quickly removed your own shirt and grabbed Bob’s face to kiss him thoroughly. He kissed you harshly his tongue dancing with your own. You moaned into his mouth and shot your hips up to grind against his own. 

He released a sound of his own and pushed his hips into yours, harder. As his hips rolled against just the right spot your mouth opened against his as you groaned. Your back arched with his movements and Bob took the opportunity to unclasp your bra. He dragged the straps down your shoulders and when you were exposed he quickly made work of kissing you. His tongue dragged across your nipple as his hand made work of the other breast. Kneading and squeezing, pinching your nipple as his mouth sucked the other, teeth grazing it as he released it with a pop. 

“Please” you begged, not entirely even sure what for. 

He leaned down again and began his torment on your other breast. You ground your hips against his and moved one hand to run through the hair at his neck. 

Your other hand reached between your bodies and you made quick work of the button on his jeans. You palmed him over his pants and he groaned. He sat up taking the hint your actions called for. He quickly undid your own pants and slid them off impossibly fast. He grabbed the hem of your underwear and slowly, painfully so, slid them over your hips and down your legs. You whined at the torture and lightly wrapped your leg around his own attempting to pull him closer. He huffed a laugh, and slid his jeans and briefs off. 

His cock was stiff and hard. He leaked at the tip just as you leaked between your thighs. He crawled back over you and moved his hand over your hip. His fingers slid over your entrance, capturing your arousal as he moved his fingers to your clit. You moaned loudly when he traced circles over you and watched you with glazed-over eyes. 

While you normally would have basked in the foreplay, right now you needed him. 

“I need you”, you breathily said. 

“I’ve got you”, was all he said as he leaned down and sensually kissed you. You felt him move to your entrance and slowly sheath himself inside you. You both moaned into each other as his length stretched you. His thrusts started slow, but not soft. He was rocking into you, hands supporting himself over you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and held him as close as you could. He was yours. Your arms covered his shoulders and you panted and squirmed under him. He picked up his pace and you threw your head back at the sensation. He was hitting you in just the right spot.

He pushed his head into your neck and placed loose kisses there. His lips pressed against your ear as he practically moaned, “You’re mine. All mine.” 

Your moans grew louder as he thrust and thurst inside you. He could feel you growing closer, consequences to his words.

He reached down and rubbed furious circles around your clit. You felt the familiar heat grow in your lower spine and you whined. He lifted his head and held your eyes as he urged you to come. 

You came around him and he groaned at the sight. His head fell back to your ear as he whispered how beautiful you looked as you came. 

His thrusts became uneven and his pace faltered. You gripped his back and pushed him as far into you as you could. You kissed everything you could reach and kept repeating “I’m yours”, until he stilled and finished inside you. 

He slowly pulled out and rolled onto the bed, taking you into his arms. You cuddled in a blissful daze, saying nothing as he pushed your hair behind your ears. 

“I’ve wanted you to be my girlfriend for God knows how long.”

You glanced at him through your lashes and smiled. “Me too” you murmured. 

“I’m glad we're on the same page then”, he blushed. 

Your smile only grew as he pulled you into him and traced aimlessly on your bare back until you both found a peaceful slumber. 

wip...?

thinking many thoughts ab robert “bob” floyd

You felt his hand fall to your forearm as he turned you back to face him. He didn’t say anything as his gaze moved from your eyes to your lips and back. His silence continued as he leaned forward and connected your lips again. This time it was intentional, slow, and made butterflies creep up your stomach. He reached for you as you reciprocated the kiss. One hand in your hair, thumb resting on your cheek, the other searching for your waist. You held the front of his shirt, scared to let him go, and deepened the affair, sliding your tongue along his bottom lip. He gladly accepted and slowly yet fiercely slid his own into your mouth. The kiss continued and your hands slid along his front and ended in his hair, gripping. He released a quiet moan as you did and without breaking the kiss he stood from his own stool and trapped you against the bar. Your back dug into the bartop as you moaned back into his mouth and his hands slid down to your hips, squeezing. Had your phone not interrupted, you’re sure it would have continued to escalate that very night. He released you with a sigh, and you kept your eyes closed for just a moment longer. You slowly peeled them open and Bob groaned at the sensuality of it all. He huffed a small laugh and a blush covered his face as he scratched the back of his neck, perhaps in insecurity at his previous actions.