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toxophilitis · 3 months

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Horny Peeping Sister cont

Chapter 8

While almost getting caught seemed to deter Jim from wanting to go out spying, it didn’t bother Becky in the least. At the very next opportunity, she begged her dad to go out with her again, but Jim refused. Fortunately for Becky, there was more than one willing cock available to her. “I’ll go!” Tom volunteered. “I mean, I know I’m not dad or anything, but don’t forget it was me who got you into this in the first place.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget, and I know I’ll never be able to thank you enough,” Becky said, giving her brother a kiss on the cheek. “But come on, mom won’t be gone forever and I want to be here when she gets back.” With a touch of remorse and more than a bit of apprehension, Jim watched his kids rush outside, both clad in their special dark clothing. He knew that he should stop them, that what they were doing was dangerous, but he also knew that spying was the most exciting thing in the world, especially when it was shared with family. Tom knew all about his sister and father nearly getting caught, and he was anxious to get a look at Diane so they headed right to her house. But when they got there, the lights in the living room were on, and the bedroom with the sliding glass door was dark.

They waited for a few minutes, hoping Diane might show up. But both Tom and Becky knew that their time was precious so when nothing happened, they took off again, this time hurrying toward the sexy older blonde with the orgy room.

Through the weeks of their spying, they had discovered that the blonde was always good for a show. It seemed she was always fucking and seldom with the same men. At home they made jokes about her, wondering how she made her living when it seemed she was always fucking. From down the alley they could see that, as usual, her light was blazing. They took up their usual spots in the vacant lot across the alley from her bedroom, and settled down for some good hot looking.

Tonight the blonde was entertaining a young boy. He looked a little familiar to Becky, and she wondered if he was in one of her classes at school. If he was, she knew she’d never paid much attention to him. He was nothing special to look at but when her eyes swept down from that semi-familiar face to his cock, she gasped. The nerd had a mega-cock! The boy was on his back, naked on the bed. The buxom blonde wore a black garter belt and black stockings as she knelt on the bed beside him, her hand running up and down the incredible shaft of his cock.

“Now you just relax, Bobby,” the woman said. “You’re going to love this, trust me. Have I ever done anything to you that you didn’t like?”

“No-nooo,” the boy croaked, his voice breaking with his nervousness. Across the alley Tom and Becky stared. Then they noticed that not only the curtains but also the window itself was open, bringing the blonde’s lusty words to them. “Great, now we can hear ‘em, too!” Tom whispered. He spoke quietly, aware that if he and Becky could hear them, they could her him and Becky if they weren’t careful. Getting caught sounded exciting when it happened to someone else, but Tom wasn’t too keen on putting himself in that kind of danger. “Remember to be quiet,” he reminded his sister.

“I know,” Becky said indignantly. “I’ll be more careful this time, don’t worry.”

The moans of the prone boy reached their ears and made the teenagers twist with their own young lust. Then the blonde leaned forward, her tits hanging down, and closed her painted red lips around the head of Bobby’s prick. His cries changed when she engulfed his prick-tip. Easily the woman took all of his long cock and then pulled back and then took it again, moving with a slow, fluid rhythm. She ate and released the many inches of his cock as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

Becky watched intently and swallowed. Neither her brother nor her father had a cock the size of this kid’s, and she had yet to master their pricks. She couldn’t imagine taking something like this. The boy jerked and shuddered, his cock suddenly exploding in the woman’s mouth. His body was taut with release, the cords in his neck standing out as he tossed his head back and writhed in pleasure.

Becky and Tom could see the blonde’s throat working as she gulped down his thick load. While she ate his cream, she kneaded his balls, making sure she got everything. Then, even after the boy quit moving and she quit swallowing, she kept his cock in her mouth, sucking it as eagerly as ever. “S-s-sorry I came so fast,” the boy said shakily, trying to get up. But the blonde threw one leg across him and kept him pinned to the bed. Her mouth was still tight around his cock, and she looked up at him with eyes that told him to stay put. “But I came already,” he whined. “You can stop now, I...”

A dark-haired woman stood. She was naked except for a pair of high-heeled pumps which she kicked off after walking over toward the bed. “Mom!” the boy cried, struggling more vigorously against the blonde who continued to suck his prick. “What are you doing here?”

“I got tired of paying Brenda to fuck you and that big horny cock of yours all the time so I thought I’d drop by for a little fun myself.” Becky and Tom looked at each other in shock. This was better than anything they had ever hoped for!

“Can you imagine our mom saying that?” Tom snickered.

“Not in a million years,” Becky replied. “I don’t know how dad stands it.”

Bobby’s mom crawled up onto the bed with him and brought her head near to his. Her face hovered above him and she smoothed back his hair as she looked down at him tenderly. “It hasn’t been easy since your father left,” she said to her son. “And watching you grow up and get big, well, pardon me if I forget I am your mother.”

“Jesus!” Tom gasped as he watched the woman plaster her mouth to her son’s and give him a kiss the likes of which neither boy had ever seen before. The woman bore down on her son, her mouth covering his completely. She twisted her lips this way and that, as if she wanted to screw herself right to her child by the mouth. Her long, painted nails held him by the ears, making it impossible for him to get away. While the one woman plastered her mouth to his, the other kept up her vicious cock-sucking. As they worked him over, his struggles became less urgent and soon his motions were more the soft, subtle ones of pleasure rather than the violent ones of escape. “This is too much,” Tom said, freeing his cock from the prison of his jeans. “Two women at once—what more could a guy want?” Becky reached for her brother’s prick, but he was too caught up in watching Bobby and the women to notice. He just turned back to face the window, his face set in a lewd smirk, leaving Becky with an extended, but empty, hand. She withdrew her hand, unzipping her own jeans and touching the wet, silky crotch of her panties. If Tom was going to be satisfied with his own hand, then she could be too. She rubbed her bumpy cunt-mound gently, excitement coursing through her veins. Like they were watching television or a movie, Becky and her brother stared fixedly at the women and the boy in the room. At last Bobby’s mother turned him loose and the boy panted for air, his thin chest heaving with the effort of breathing. His mother smiled down at him and again caressed the side of his face. Then, quickly, she whirled herself around so that she was straddling his head, her pussy just a few inches from his startled face.

“Brenda tells me you’re a very good cuntlapper,” she said, bobbing her cunt up an down so that her dark bush brushed against his lips. “Well let’s see if these lessons I’ve been paying for have taught you anything!”

Bobby let out a yelp and then his mother plunged her pussy down on top of his face, covering his mouth completely with the dripping meat of her cunt. She rolled her head back and gyrated her hips, grinding her cunt tight against his young face. By then the juices of Becky’s cunt had saturated her thin panties and they offered no more of the delightful stimulation she had previously enjoyed. She jerked the crotch to one side and let her fingertips go after her bare cunt-flesh. With the tips of all her fingers flattened together, Becky rubbed her cunt, smearing around the juices that ran from her inner reservoir. She was on her knees now, as was her brother, and they both swayed drunkenly as they played with themselves.

Tom had flipped his balls out over the open zipper of his pants and he cupped them in one hand while he jacked his cock with the other. He sometimes held them up tight around the base of his prick, squeezing them just right. Other times he massaged them between his fingers, working them back and forth.

Becky’s fingers ran down and over the curve of her pussy, their tips automatically falling into the open gash of her cunt. She took three fingers inside of her and bobbed her cunt up and down on them, her semi-naked ass working out and in to make her pussy fuck at her fingers.

“Oh, yes, darling, do me just like that,” Bobby’s mother sighed from atop his face. The boy had given in to his seductress, and he must have been fucking her pussy with his tongue very well for her sighs of satisfaction rang out in the night.

Becky and Tom each fingered themselves a little faster as they watched the mother getting off on her son’s mouth and tongue. At the other end of the boy, nearly forgotten by the onlookers, Brenda at last pulled her face from the boy’s prick and gave her tired jaws a rest. Then she moved herself around and, much to the boy’s surprise, climbed aboard his up-thrusting prick. “Yes, Brenda, yesss! Let’s fuck him together! Let’s fuck him and fuck him and fuck him! Ahhh!”

Bobby’s body tried to buck the woman on his cock up while he ate the other one out, but it was too difficult. He flopped around beneath them like a fish out of water and at last Brenda spoke, her voice like satin. “Don’t worry honey, just relax and do your mommy, I’ll do all the work back here.” She began to buck herself slowly, moving in waves of sexual delight. She now faced the woman sitting on Bobby’s face and soon she reached out for her and the two women embraced, the boy laboring beneath them.

“I don’t fuckin’ believe it!” Tom grunted, his cock sticking straight out in front of him. “He’s fuckin’ both of them! Fuck! Where do I sign up?”

Becky giggled at her brother’s eagerness, but she had to admit that the scene turned her on like crazy too. And when the two women started to kiss and feel each other up, Becky felt her cunt lurch. She’d never seen two women get it on before, and she found the sight strangely erotic. The girl watched intently as the women ran their fingers up and down the front of each other’s body. Bobby’s mother was obviously older than Brenda, and nowhere near as beautiful, but she still looked good to Becky.

Together they cupped and smashed each other’s tits, their hips still moving with fucking motions over Bobby. What no one but Bobby was aware of was the way Brenda was working over his cock with the skilled muscles of her cunt. His prick was already threatening to erupt from the controlled way she fucked him on the inside as well as on the outside of her luscious body.

Bobby reached down blindly and caressed her stockinged legs, loving the way the taut fabric hugged her thighs. His fingers also touched his mother’s legs and he was shocked that her body would be so close to Brenda’s. What was going on up there? he wondered.

Becky and Tom knew what the two women were up to, and it was a sexy sight indeed. They each leaned forward and rubbed their sweaty tits together, the fronts of their bodies slithering against one another erotically.

For a moment Tom had to stop jacking on his cock. The two women were making him come too fast so he held off for a while, letting his rising come calm back down. But Bobby was not as able to control his own destiny. Almost as quickly as he had come before, his cream again jetted from the open tip of his prick, this time filling Brenda’s pussy instead of her mouth.

“Oh yeah, give it to me, come on, give it to me,” she said sexily, her words helping to drain his balls.

“Shit!” Tom grunted, grasping his bobbing cock again with both hands.

“I gotta come too!” Becky was in the same state, but she was just not as vocal about it. She manhandled her clitty and jammed three fingers up into her pussy over and over again as she watched this mini-orgy. Cream poured from her pussy-hole and made her finger-fucking wet and juicy.

It was as if the orgasm Bobby had enjoyed spread right through him into the body of his mother. For just as Brenda made the boy cream and then fell off his withering prick, the mother began to cry and then gave a shudder as if her body might break apart. She thrust her coming cunt down against her son’s face more violently than ever as her orgasm tore through her. She shimmied and gasped, her body pitching forward and then tossing backward. At last she too fell from the exhausted boy and landed tangled together with Brenda. The sultry blonde moaned and gently moved around until Bobby’s mother’s face was very near to Brenda’s cream-filled cunt.

“Oh no, she wouldn’t!” Tom exclaimed. “Oh God!”

But in an instant it became clear to the young voyeurs that she certainly would. As if she were starving, she pounced on Brenda’s pussy, vacuuming out her son’s jism. “Oh! Ohhh!” Becky moaned, her cunt trembling as she watched the woman-to-woman sex. Becky had never imagined something like this would turn her on so powerfully. But her cunt pulled itself tight around her fucking fingers and then exploded, pulsing around her fucking hand as she continued to pound herself with it.

“You’re not kiddin’!” her brother grunted in agreement, his cock hosing down the bushes around them. From the corner of her eye Becky could see the white stream of her brother’s ejaculation. For an instant she was torn, not knowing which was the more erotic sight, one woman eating the other or her own brother coming off. Then she made her choice and turned her full attention to Tom. On the bed in the house, Bobby rolled onto one side and watched the two women go at each other.

For many minutes, the three teenagers looked on in awe as the adults writhed in extreme lust. Bobby reached out to touch his mother, fingering her cunt as she sucked his cream from the bowl of Brenda’s pussy. Outside in the darkness, Becky and Tom tingled with the many more orgasms they knew they could have.

But then Tom took a look at his watch and shook his sister gently by the shoulder, bringing her out of her trance. “Hey!” he whispered. “I think we better go. It’s about time for mom to get home. If we wanna be there first, we’re gonna have to get a move on.”

Her eyes still on the window, Becky nodded. Still staring at the incredible sight of the continuing orgy, she shimmied back into her jeans and ran her fingers through her hair. Tom got to his feet first and offered his sister a sweaty hand. With a smile she let him help pull her to her feet and the two of them ran back down the alley, racing to see who could get home first.

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layce2015 · 10 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Sin City

Masterlist

Bobby was working on the Colt, while Dean and I were melting metal into bullets when Sam walks in. "Hey." He said and we look up at him. "Hey, what's up?" Dean asked him. "Might've found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning, barometric-pressure drop." Sam replied. "Well, that's thrilling." I mutter, sarcastically.

"Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out. Might be demonic omens." Sam said. "Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker." Dean said to him. "Yeah, but it's our best lead since Lincoln." Sam said.

"Where in Ohio?" I asked him. "Elizabethville. It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt." Sam said and Dean sighs. "There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach." He said and I roll my eyes at but I smile. "Sorry, Hef. Maybe next time." I said as I pat his shoulder and Sam chuckles.

"How's it going, Bobby?" Sam asked him. "Slow." Bobby said. "Eh, I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that." Dean said to him. "Well, the only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick." Bobby said.

"So what makes it tick?" Sam asked and Bobby looks up at him, not amused. Sam holds his hands up in amusement. "So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio…" I said as I rise up from my chair then I turn to Bobby and said, teasingly and with a straight-face. "...you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?"

The boys chuckle while Bobby stares at me, incredulously. "Well, it won't kill demons by then, but I can promise you it'll kill you." Bobby replied and I smile at him. "All right, come on, we're wasting the daylight, boys." I said to them and Dean starts to get up.

"See you, Bobby." Sam said and we start to leave. "Hey!" Bobby shouts and we turn to him. "You three run into anything — anything — you call me." He said and we nod and head out.

"There's not much left for the insurance company. It was a suicide - I saw it myself." Father Gil said to us as the boys and I, now dressed in suits, walk along side of him as we enter the church. "Well, this shouldn't take long, then." Dean said and Gil sighs then points towards the balcony.

"That's where Andy did it. It's the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday." He said. "When did he stop?" Sam asked him. "Probably about...two months ago? Right around the time everything else started to change." Gil replied.

"Change how?" I asked, curiously. "Oh, let's just say this used to be a town...you could be proud of. People...cared about each other. Andy sang in the choir, and then one day, he just...wasn't Andy anymore. It was like he was..." Gil said as he started to struggle for words.

"Possessed?" Sam and I asked in unison. "You could say that. Gambled away his money, cheated on his wife, destroyed his business. Yes, like a switch had flipped." Gil said. "Father, did you know the man who killed those folks in the hobby shop?" Sam asked him.

"Sure, Tony Perkins." Gil replied. "Tony Perkins." I said , nodding. "Good man." Gil said. "Would you say that his personality suddenly changed one day, too?" I asked him and he looks over at me, slightly shocked. "I never thought about it that way, but...yes. about the same time as Andy — about two months ago." He said.

"Well, thank you, Father. Appreciate your time." Dean said and we begin to walk away then Sam begins to speak in an undertone. "Two months ago, we open up the devil's gate, all of a sudden this town turns into Margaritaville? It's no coincidence." Sam said and Dean and I nod.

We make it to the hotel and enter our room, Dean chuckles then elbows me and nods at the mirrors on the ceiling. I scoff and shake my head when the door across the hall opens.

"Richie." Dean said as he looks over and the other guy looks up. "I don't believe it." Dean said as Richie smiles. "Hey, Dean...Winchester, right?" He said. "Yeah." Dean said when a tall scantily dressed girl appears from Richie’s room.

"This is my sister, uh, Cheryl." He said. "Hey." She said and the boys and I stare at her. "Cheryl." Dean said as Richie hands Cheryl some money. "There." He said to her and she leaves. "Well, you know...stepsister." Richie said, shrugging, and Dean shakes his head, slightly.

"Come on in." Dean said and Richie comes into the room. "This is my brother, Sam." Dean said as he gestures towards Sam. "And this is my girlfriend, (y/n)." Dean said and Richie nods. "Hey. How you doing?" He asked. "Not too bad." Sam said as I nod at him.

"How do you two know each other?" I asked, gesture towards Dean and Richie "Sam was in school and you, I think, were with your dad." Dean said. "It was that succubus, in Canarsie right?" Richie said to Dean. "Yeah, yeah." Dean said. "Oh, man. You should have seen the rack on this broad. Freakin' tragedy when I had to gank her." Richie said. "Whoa, whoa. Wait. Who killed her? If I remember, your ass was toast until I showed up." Dean said and Richie chuckles.

"Oh, I forgot what a comedian this guy was." He said. "Richie, Richie, know what? I told you then and I'll tell you again — you're not cut out for this job. You're gonna get yourself killed." Dean said and Richie's phone rings.

"Talk to me." He said into his phone then he turns to Dean. "FYI, Winchester — words hurt." He said and I chuckle as Richie goes back to his phone. "Yeah? No, it's not a good time, babe. Later." He said while Dean gives a look towards us. Then Richie hangs up.

"So you find anything in this town, anyway?" Dean asked him. "Ah, no. I got nothing. Oh, wait a minute. You mean as in demons and whatnot?" Richie said. "Yeah." Dean said. "No, I got nothing." Richie said. "Typical. What about your sister back there?" Dean asked. "Oh, honestly? She definitely had the devil in her, but she wasn't no demon, you know what I'm saying?" Richie said and Dean gives him a look of disapproval.

"Right. Seriously. Church guy, hobby-shop guy — they were lunch meat by the time I got there. Hey maybe they were possessed, but I can't prove it." Richie said. "Yeah, that's where we are, too." I said. "You know, let's just say that demons are possessing people in this town. You know, raising hell—" Sam said. "Yeah, but why would a demon blow his brains out?" Dean asked. "Well, for fun? You know he wrecks one body, moves to another. You know, like taking a stolen car for a joyride." Richie said.

"Anybody else left in the town that fits the profile — you know, nice guy turned douche, still breathing?" I asked. "There's Trotter." Richie said. "Who's that?" Sam asked. "Well, he used to be head of the Rotary Club. And then people say he turned bastard all of a sudden? Brought in the gambling, the hookers. ...Ah, he practically owns this whole town." Richie said.

"Know where we could find him?" Sam asked him. "Oh, he'll be at his bar in a few hours." Richie said to us.

Later, the boys and I pull up in the Impala. The town in buzzing, it looks like Mardi Gras — people wandering around with cocktails, sexy girls, and lots of action. "I thought you said this was some boarded-up factory town." Dean said to Sam as he looks around. "It is. At least, it's supposed to be." Sam said.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's do some research." Dean said and I punch his arm. "Ow!" He said and I raise an eyebrow. "I was kidding!" He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Mmmhmm. I'm sure. Just to remind you, I know my way around guns and knives." I said. "Careful, princess, jealous doesn't look good on you." He said and I give a playful glare at him.

He smirks at me then he leans down and kissed my cheek as we head into the bar.

We thread our way through the crowded bar. People were drinking and dancing and seem to be having a good time. Up ahead, we see Richie as he brushes past a woman and approaches us. He's wearing a somewhat shiny orange short-sleeved shirt halfway unbuttoned to reveal a white t-shirt underneath.

"Oh, Richie. Look at you." Dean said. "Hey." He said as he and Dean shake hands. "Bringing satin back." I remarked and Richie looks down at his outfit. "Oh, you like this? Try Thai silk — Canal Street. You'd have to pay $300 for threads like these, easy. Cost to me — fuggedaboutit." Richie said.

"How much is forget about it?" Sam asked. "Ah, forget about it." Richie said, waving his hand, then he points out an older man. "That's Trotter over there. He sits there all night. Can't touch him." He said.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna do a little investigating with that bartender." Dean said and I turn my head to him. "Like hell you are!" I said and he chuckles. "Besides, me and her, we got a little...somethin'-somethin' lined up for later." Richie said to Dean. "Yeah, right." Dean scoffs.

"Stings, don't it? All right. I got to hit the head, release the hostages. Be back in a few." Richie said and Sam laughs at Richie's general cheesiness as he walks away.

"No way he gets a girl like that. I mean, look at her. You could fit that ass on a nickel." Dean said. "You think so?" A voice asked and we turned and see Father Gil sitting nearby. "Oh." Dean laughs. "Busted." I muttered to him. "Sorry, Padre." Dean said to Gil.

"Knew you three would find your way here. They all do." Gil said. "No offense, but what are you doing here, Father?" I asked him. "Like it or not, you go where your flock is." Gil said as the bartender pours him a drink.

"Plus, the clergy drinks for free." She said. "True, and a certain bartender owes me a confession." Gil said to her. "Not in this lifetime, Father." She said, smiling. "I better see your butt on Sunday." He said then he looks at Dean as he leaves the seat. "Nickel or no nickel." He said and he leaves.

"What can I get you three?" She asked. "What's your speciality?" Dean asked her. "I make a mean hurricane." The bartender said. "I guess we'll see about that." Dean said and she walks away and my jaw clenches at this.

"You drink hurricanes?" Sam asked. "I do now." Dean said. "Do you still want your fingers?" I asked him and he smirks at me. "You know, I'm starting to like this jealous side of you. It's kinda hot." He said and I glare at him.

"Hey." Sam said as he hits our arm and points towards two men ar a pool table nearby. One guy raises his gun and shoots the second guy point-blank in the forehead. The crowd erupts in chaos and the shooter aims the gun at his own head.

Dean runs and tackles him to the ground. Sam and I make our way over to them and Sam surreptitiously splashes holy water on him. But the man seems really surprised and outraged by being splashed with water, but doesn't sizzle.

"What are you doing?!" He asked, annoyed, and the boys and I share a look then the man mutters to himself. "He slept with my wife. That bastard slept with my wife!" He said.

"Somebody call 911!" Sam shouts and the bartender runs off.

We were standing in the bar as the cop arrested the shooter and take him away. Then one of the officers comes up to us. "You three ready for your mug shots?" He asked us and the boys and I look at him, nervously, and the cop hastens to reassure us. "The photographer's gonna be here in a few, and...take your picture for the local paper." He said.

"Be an honor, Officer. What a thrill!" Dean said, relieved but also was giving a fake enthusiasm. The officer nods and walks away then I turn to the boys. "Yep, time to go." I said. "Wait a second. Wait a second." Dean said and we look over at him.

"What?" Sam and I asked him. "Where's Richie?" He asked and we shrugged. We looked around the bar as we leave but didn't find Richie so then we head out.

Later, at a different bar, Dean was sitting at a table, a large burger in front of him. His phone was up on his ear but he hangs it up and looks at it, speculatively.

"You do realize there's red meat within striking distance, right?" I said to Dean as Sam returns with some beers for us. "How many times I got to tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble?" Dean grumbles. "Dean, you're assuming he's missing. I mean, maybe he just bailed." Sam said as he sits down.

"He's a moron. I mean, he's a sweet moron, but he's not a coward. He wouldn't just bail. I got to go find him." Dean said. "I'll come with you." I said. "All right. Meanwhile I think I'm gonna trail this Trotter guy." Sam said. "Yeah?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. I don't know. Something about the way he looked at me last night. Maybe there is something going on here." Sam said. "Or maybe he likes you." I remarked and Dean snorts with laughter. "Ha ha, very funny." Sam said as he gets up and leaves.

Dean was able to track Richie's phone which lead us to a large house. We searched the house and found Richie's dead body in the basement, which looked like a place where a ritual could happen. I gasped while Dean stood there and stared at Richie's body. "Damn it." He mutters as he goes over to Richie. "Dean, I'm so sorry." I said and he shakes his head.

"Sam!" Dean shouts, annoyed, into his phone sometime later. We finished giving Richie a hunter funeral and decided to go back to the bar to hunt down that bartender. Dean and I came up with a plan to get her attention towards Dean and she would bring him back to her place down into the basement. That's where Dean would trap her as we drew a devil's trap under the rug in the basement.

Dean went to call Sam but it seems that Sam had to get off of the phone, quickly, as he hung up on Dean. "Sam okay?" I asked him. "Yeah, uh, he said he'd be back here in 20 minutes, so meet up with him and if I'm not back, come find me...or not, I don't care which way." Dean said. "Okay." I said, rolling my eyes. "Good." He said.

"Just remember that whatever I say, I don't mean it." I said as he looks me over. "I know." He said and we share a quick kiss before he heads into the bar.

I stand outside of the door as I watch him sit at the bar and order a drink. He gets the drink from the bartender then another woman, in scantily clothing, comes up to him and gives him a seductive smile and talks to him.

I felt a lump in my throat and anger in my chest as I take a deep breath and storm into the bar. "Are you freaking kidding me?!" I shout as I go over to Dean, who looks up at me in shocked. "Honey, it's not what you think!" He said and I stnad in front of him and fold my arms.

"Oh really?! That's what you said about that bitch from the other night!" I shouted and Dean gives a look of shock and a bit of fright. "You know what? Forget it! Just...just.." I stammered as I try to summon some tears to make it look real. I immediately started to think about my dad and his last moments and this brought tears to my eyes.

Then I glared up at Dean and said. "Screw you! Never talk to me again!" Then I turned and left the bar as Dean calls out to me but I continued to walk out. "Baby, please!" Dean said and he goes to grab my arm. I turn to him and slap him across the face, yank my arm out of his hand then I walk out and away from the door as I wipe the tears from my eyes and composed myself.

I hope that was convincing enough for the bartender to talk to Dean. He'll charm her and then she'll feel pity for him and take him home. Normal girls would hate this plan but I trust Dean enough that nothing will happen, he hasn't given me a reason to not trust him...as a boyfriend that is.

Eventually, I saw Dean and the bartender walk out of the bar together and I stepped to the side of the bar so they wouldn't see me. Dean looks over his shoulder and sees me and I give him a nod then he gives me a wink before he turns back ahead and walk with the woman.

After walking around a bit, I make my way back to the bar and see Sam coming out of the building. "(Y/n)!" Sam said as he comes over to me. "I thought you'd be with Dean?" He asked. "We found out that that bartender is a demon and she had killed Richie. Dean said he'd take care of it but it's been awhile and I'm getting worried. I meant to meet up with you sooner but...I lost track of time." I said and Sam nods.

"I know where to go." He said and he grabs my arm and we head out.

We make it to the house and knocked on the front door. The door swings open and we look at it but decided to go through it anyway. "Dean?" Sam calls out. "Dean?" I said as we check out the place.

I step forward and hear a weird noise under my feet. I look down and see I had stepped on little pink piggy slippers. I shake my head and kicked them aside then we look at a picture of the bartender with a guy, and a cross necklace hanging on top of it.

Sam sees something behind it and reaches around it them pulls his fingers back which were covered in yellow powder. "Sulfur." Sam mutters and I nod.

"Bobby, It's (y/n). We got a big problem. Sam and I found some sulfur, and now we can't find Dean. Call me as soon as you get this." I said into my phone as Sam talks to the barman once we make it back to the bar.

I hang up and look over at Sam, who was annoyed. "So what did he say?" I asked. "Nothing." Sam replied and I sighed then looked over to see Father Gil sitting at a booth. Sam and I exchange a look then approach him.

"Father." Sam said and he looks up at us. "Yes?" He said. "Um...can we, can we talk to you for a sec?" Sam asked and he nods and we take a seat across from him. "So, the, the bartender the other night, Casey. You know her pretty well?" Sam asked Gil, who nods. "Since she was in pigtails." He replied.

"Well, um, she and my brother, they, uh...they...left tonight. Together." Sam said. "Ah. Well...not that I approve, but they are consenting adults." Gil said. "Right." Sam and I said. "I, I'm sorry. You said brother. I thought the three of you were insurance investigators?" Gil asked. "Right, right. Well, well we are. Um, it's like, it's like a family business, you know? And (y/n) here, is an old family friend." Sam said. "Ah." Gil said.

"Anyways, so, we went to Casey's apartment, and they weren't there. Sam and I just have this feeling that they...that they might be in trouble." I said. "What kind of trouble?" Gil asked. "Just...trouble. Dean has a, how you say, a magnet for trouble." I said and Gil looks us over.

"Look, please, Father, we need your help. Is there anything you could tell me about Casey — anyplace she'd go, maybe...?" Sam asked. "Yes, there is a place. Let me get my jacket." Gil said as he gets up. "No, wait, wait, wait, Father. (Y/n) and I can do this by ourself." Sam said. "Son, if Casey's really in trouble, then there's nothing to talk about." Gil said as he stands and puts on his coat.

"Shall we go?" He asked as he has his back to us and straightens his coat. "Yeah." Sam said and we leave the bar.

"So, insurance investigating. You enjoy the work?" Gil asked us. "Yeah." I replied as Gil drives hs. "Yeah, yeah, I...like being able to help people." Sam said. "Ever think about doing anything else?" Gil asked. "Like what?" Sam and I asked in unison. "Mmm, anything. You two seem like pretty smart kids. Somehow I see both of you out in front of the pack. You could do some great things." He said.

"I don't know. I like doing what I'm doing, I guess." Sam said. "Yeah, same here." I said and Gil nods. "Well, it's your life." He said. "And you said that, uh...Dean?" He said to me and I nod. "You said Dean is a magnet for trouble?" He asked and I nod. "Yeah, if he isn't causing it, it'll follow him." I said and Gil chuckles.

We pull up in front of Casey's home, then we get out of the car and start walking towards the home. "Dean?!" Sam calls out but no reply. "Dean!" I shouted and we come upon the front door. "Dean!" Sam and I shout as he pounds door.

"Check that way." Gil said and Sam and I walk off in the other direction around the house. "(Y/n)! Sam!" Dean's voice calls out. "Dean?" Sam and I called out. "Guys, down here! The basement caved in!" Dean shouted as we come up to a grate and see him.

"Dean. Hey, hold on, okay? We're coming. All three of us." I said. "Three of us?" Dean said, confused. "We're here with the Father." Sam replied and Dean turns to look behind him then looked back at us.

"Guys, be careful." Dean said, warningly. Sam and I turn around and see Gil with black eyes. I gasped just as a shot is fired just past Gil's head, destroying a small statute.

He whips around and we see Bobby holding the Colt. Gil then uses his powers to fling him aside then throws Sam into the windscreen of the Impala. I start to run at him but then he flings me back and I hit something hard and I blackout.

I groan as I start to come back to to see Bobby over me. "You alright, girlie?" He asked me as I sit up. "Yeah, just peachy." I said then I noticed Sam wasn't around. "Where's Sam?" I asked. "He just ran inside the house." Bobby said and I get up and make my way into the house.

I just make it towards the basement when I heard a gunshot. I come up next to Sam to see Gil was shot, lightning emits from and circles him as he twitches and dies. Sam then points the Colt at Casey.

"Sam, wait!" Dean shouts but Sam shoots her, and the bodies of Casey and Father Gil, no longer possessed, lie dead on the devil’s trap. My eyes widen at this as Dean stares at his brother as he slowly lowers the Colt, and the bodies bleed out.

"Well, what do you think, Bobby?" I asked him as he, Dean and I walk along the busy sidewalk the next morning. "About what we did here, you think it made a difference?" I asked. "Two less demons to worry about. That's not nothing." Bobby said.

"Yeah, but Trotter's still alive." Dean pointed out. "Humans ain't our job." Bobby said. "Yeah, but you think anything's really gonna change? I mean maybe these people do just want to really destroy themselves. Maybe it is...a losing battle." Dean said to Bobby.

"Is that you or the demon girl talking?" I asked Dean. "Ohhhh, it's me. Demon is dead, and so is that girl it was possessing." He said and Bobby sighs. "Well, had to be done. Sam was saving your life." Bobby said. "Yeah, but you didn't see it, Bobby. It was cold." Dean replied. "Yeah, I'd have to admit that it was pretty cold-blooded of him doing that." I said and Bobby looks at us before Dean stops walking.

"Guys, You think...think something's wrong with my brother?" He asked and Bobby and I look over at him. "I mean, honestly, I was worried about you, (y/n), cause the Yellow-eyed demon said that when you came back from...wherever...it might not have been you." Dean said as he looks up at me and I frown, slightly, at this.

"But now I'm wondering...should I be worried about Sam?" He asked and there was a brief pause before Bobby spoke. "No. I'm sure Sam's okay." He said. "Yeah. Yeah, me too." Dean said then he looks over at me and smirks before he takes my hand and we continue our walk.

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shinycupcakebaker · 9 months

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For @sweetwhispersofchaos and @starlightmoon2020

A little sneak peek for y’all and anyone else who might wanna read this.. This was written on my phone, so it might be a bit wonky. idk

Untitled Bob Floyd fic (possibly titled The Journey)

Pairing : Bob Floyd x reader (nicknamed Siri, for reasons to be explained in actual fic posting)

Synopsis : TBD (I’m still writing/figuring it out)

~Present Day~

You winced slightly as a sliver of light fell upon your face, burying your head into the pillow as you heard hushed voices. The tinny squeak of wheels had you shifting in bed ever so slightly. A throbbing in your temple was replaced by a soft kiss. The bed dipped as someone sat next to you, rubbing your back, and whispered, “Good morning Mrs. Floyd.”

You turned in bed and sat up, taking Bob’s hand in yours and smiled. “Good morning Mr. Floyd.” Glancing at the rings adorning both your fingers, whispering, “We really did that last night, huh?”

Bob quirks an eyebrow and you quickly place a hand on his cheek, knowing some of the thoughts that might’ve popped into his head and smiled, “No, no Bob. I know what you might be thinking. I do not regret this one bit. It is just so spur of the moment and sudden.. something that we would’ve never normally done and….” Your words were cut off by the quick placement of lips upon yours. Sighing softly, leaning into Bob’s chest and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pulled you into his lap, deepening the kiss, and cards his fingers thru your hair. Nipping your bottom lip, chuckling softly as he mumbles, “Siri, I know what you mean. It’s okay. Let’s eat breakfast before it gets cold. The guys will probably be knocking on the door for golfing soon.”

Pouting as you slowly pull away, pulling the bed sheets around your upper body as Bob stands and holds his hand out to you. Taking it and shuffles out of bed towards the small table by the window with him. Bob grabs the fluffy bathrobe hanging on the bathroom door and holds it out to help you into it. Tying the belt around your waist, discarding the bedsheet and sits as Bob pulls the chair out for you. “Room service? What did my wonderful husband order?”

Looking up at Bob as he leans down and places a sweet kiss on your lips, “All my beautiful wife’s favorites. French toast with sausage, OJ, coffee, strawberries with whipped cream.” With a flourish, he removes the cloches from the plates. Giggling as you remove your silverware from the cloth napkin and starts to cut into the French toast. Moaning softly as you chew the fluffy, maple-y bread, “This is good, but not as good as yours Bobby. Thank you.”

Pink tinges Bob’s cheeks as he digs into his scrambled eggs and bacon. He eats fast, washing it all down with a large gulp of OJ, standing up from the table. Walking over to where you were sitting, kisses the top of your head. “The guys will probably be here soon. I’m gonna shower and get ready.”

Looks up at Bob, taking his hand, smirking. “You know, I could join you.” Closing his eyes and moans softly, squeezing your hand.

“As much as we both would enjoy that, I don’t want the rest of the Daggers ‘ruining’ this. But when I get back, I will hold you to that.” Sheds the robe he was wearing and tosses it to you as he walks to the bathroom. You bite your inner lip as you contemplate following Bob into the bathroom, but he was right. Last night was a spur of the moment thing for both of you. No one knew. You had taken advantage of what Las Vegas had to offer. You knew it was cliché but everything felt right. Seeing Bob so relaxed and happy, everything just fell into placed. Nat’s text tone pulled you from your daydream, you stood and grabbed your phone from the nightstand.

Nattie: We have a spa day in a hour. You better be ready Siri!

Y/N: Don’t worry, I will be. Meet you in the lobby?

Nattie: Sounds good. BTW, where did you disappear to last night? Fanboy said Bob disappeared too.

Y/N: I went back to my room. I was getting a headache from the champagne and noise. I haven’t seen Bob yet this morning.

Chuckling softly as you sent the text to Nat, Bob exited the bathroom. “What’s so funny my love?”

Setting my phone on the bed, admiring the view in front of me. “Nat’s texting me. We have a spa day planned. She was wondering where I disappeared to last night. Fanboy also noticed you disappeared.”

Bob sits down next to you, groaning. You turn slightly, wrapping your arms around his waist and kisses his shoulder. “It’s okay Bobby. I just told Nat that I was getting a headache from all the noise and champagne.”

Smiling softly, Bob wraps his arms around you, “It’s a good thing Nat wasn’t here to hear you say that. You’re a terrible liar.”

Scoffing and smacking his chest. “I am not a terrible liar.” Bob quirks an eyebrow at you and rubs his chest before grabbing your hand. Lacing his fingers with yours and brings your knuckles to his lips, kissing them softly.

Your features soften and you lay your head on his shoulder, “Okay, I maybe a bad liar but not a terrible one. And that one time wasn’t my fault, Rooster just can’t bake to save his life.” You laugh, remembering the time that Rooster attempted to help you at the bakery and made the saltiest chocolate chip cookies known to man.

Bob laughs, remembering that time all too well and kisses you. He pulls away reluctantly and stands up from the bed. “I have to get changed, love.” Pouting, you slide back against the headboard and watch him get dressed for the day.

“You know, before I woke up, I was having the best dream.” You mention to Bob as you look at the ring on your finger, twisting it. His head pops out of the white polo he was pulling on and smiles.

“Oh, you were? What was it about?” Bob sits back down on the bed, lacing up his golf shoes.

Laughs softly as your cheeks warm with blush. “The first time we met. At the Hard Deck. I was so nervous. Nat kept telling me about her back seater who was perfect for me. And..”

“And then I spilled my drink on you.” Bob hangs his head.

“But it was only water and you were the perfect gentleman, like always.” Placing your hand under his chin, lifting his head to look at you. “I wouldn’t change a thing about that night Bobby.” Leaning forward, you kiss him, nipping at his bottom lip.

Pulling you into his lap, snaking his hands into your bathrobe. Running one hand up your back as the other cups your breast. You straddle his hips, racking your nails over the soft fabric of his polo just as there was a knock at the door. You both groan, breaking the kiss. Bob leans his forehead against yours, mumbling, “That’ll be the guys. I have to go, but I don’t want to.”

You slide off his lap, standing and pulls him up to you. “I know, but if you don’t, they will just bust their way in here somehow.”

Kisses you again softly, Bob places something in your hand. You look down to see his ring in your open palm. “Hold onto that for me. I’d really rather not have to say anything to the guys just yet.”

You nod, understanding what he meant, when there was another more insistent knock at his door.

“Come on Bob! We know you’re in there. You got a stripper in there or something?” Hangman yelled from the hallway.

You quickly kissed Bob, pushing him towards the door and you headed into the bathroom. “I love you. Have fun. Don’t let the guys give you too much grief.”

Bob nods and slowly heads to the door. “I love you too. Have a fun day with Phoenix.”

You closed the door to the bathroom as Bob opened the door to his room. “Haha, yeah.. good one. We ready to go Hangman.”

Hangman clapped his hand on Bob’s shoulder as he pulled him out into the hallway. Muffled exclamations made you laugh as you turned on the shower.

#bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #bob floyd x y/n #fic preview?

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watchyourbuck · 9 months

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To the tall and humble

buddie | nsfw | explicit

He showed up to work late. Ten minutes, but still, late. It's not like he had wanted to, but more like he had no choice. Christopher had had a bad night.

Now, he wasn't expecting to find his team already geared up, ready to roll. Most importantly, he wasn't prepared to find one member missing. Buck.

"Hey, guys, where's-"

"He has a thing. Day off" said Chimney, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Eddie nodded, unexplicably upset. Many times they worked 'minus one', but this time it felt odd. Buck was his partner -in crime-, and they did everything together. Who was Bobby going to pair him off with?

He was about to tell them that he'd change, when everyone simply stared ahead, following something moving behind him. He frowned, then turned around, having to squint momentarily.

"Hey, guys! Wanted to show off my attire before the wedding. What do you think?"

Dressed in a complete tux, undervest and all, Buck stood at the entrance with his arms open, looking down at his team, all of whom cheered, laughed and commented. Except Eddie.

No, Eddie was blinking repeatedly, jaw slightly loosened. "Hey, Eddie, you okay?"

Buck's words took him out of the trance, inhaling more air than his lungs could store. "Hey- ye-yeah" he muttered between coughs, which he covered with his fist. "All good, yeah. You look... great."

His praise sounded backhanded, and probably the hand gesture he used to signal Buck's outfit didn't help, but the younger man still smiled. "Thank you, Eddie. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom. Didn't have time to pee before leaving the apartment."

As he powerwalked away, Eddie's eyes followed him, analyzing his every step.

"You good, Díaz?" asked Hen, her sassy tone sipping through her teeth.

Silence filled the room, because until Buck was out of sight, his mind would not compute, and by the moment he was gone, and he looked back at his team, Bobby, Chimney and Hen all had their eyebrows raised, smug expression.

Eddie glanced between them and the door Buck disappeared from, breathing in and out and shaking his head. "Yeah, no."

Like a madman, he ran away from his friends and into the bathroom, basically kicking the door down on his way in. "Buck" he said with determination.

The younger male turned around in confusion, his hands on his unbuckled belt. "Hey, what's -?" he tried to question, but had no time to finish, as Eddie was invading his personal space in a matter of seconds.

"One word and I'll stop."

He didn't require further explanation when Eddie was kneeling down in front of him and pushing his hands out of the way, taking control of his belt.

Buck's breath hitched, his hands in the air, big, blue, wide eyes and mouth ajar as Eddie moved his fingers in one single motion to unzip his pants and pull them slightly down, slipping his thumb over the hem of his boxers, pressing at the hip bone. He looked up, hesitantly.

Their eyes met halfway. The lust on Eddie's and the shock on Buck's. Neither of them said anything. There was nothing to say.

The older man swallowed, licking his lips before returning to his task. He pulled the boxers down as much as he could without making them drop on the dirty bathroom floor, and gripped Buck's cock, staring at the head as it hardened in his hand. "Fuck, Buck."

"Just... just...."

The trail of precum was tempting, so in a leap of faith, Eddie closed the distance, licking the stripe all the way to the top. Once he did, he closed his mouth and savored it. "Holy fuck, Buck...."

Their gazes crossed again, this time Buck's eyebrows were contorted upwards, pleasure on his eyes. "Pl-please" he whispered, cupping Eddie's cheek with his palm.

"Okay" he replied, bracing himself before taking him whole, making it bump with the back of his throat. Buck moaned at the lack of gag reflex. Holy shit, holy shit, holy SHIT.

His hand moved from Eddie's cheek to his hair, his fingers curling at the shape of his skull. He had little hair this time of the year, so he couldn't pull, but the intention was the same. Faster.

Eddie's muscles tightened as Buck's hips bucked. "S-sorry."

But Eddie wasn't having it. He grabbed Buck's ass and pushed him forward, his lips forming a perfect 'o'.

The message was clear, so he rushed, working his mouth diligently as Buck made unholy noises a few feet above him. His own hands now traveled down his legs, squeezing wherever he could get a little meat. This man was going to be the end of him.

In minutes, minutes, Buck was tapping him on the shoulder as a notice, releasing himself down Eddie's throat, a streak of white making its way out of the corners of his mouth as he tried to swallow it all. It was just so much.

He eventually pulled away, leaving Buck to feel the cold air after the hot machine his tongue had been. Eddie fell back, sitting on his own feet, wiping the cum with his wrist. His breathing was heavy, nothing abnormal for what they had just done.

Buck looked around before slowly pulling his boxers and pants back up, putting away his -still- painfully hard cock. He tried to buckle his belt but his hands were shaking. That's when Eddie stood up, getting closer to him, taking the belt -once again- from his hands and doing all the work. At the same time, he looked up, eyebrows raised, small smirk. "You feeling good?"

"Y-yes."

"Good" said Eddie, his voice softer now.

They stood there for a second, looking at each other for what seemed like years before Eddie was grabbing Buck's face and pulling him for a kiss. Not as hungry, but just as meaningul. Buck kissed back, a faint moan escaping his lips as he melted.

Finally, Eddie took a step back. "We'll talk about this later, yeah?"

All Buck could do was nod as his partner left.

(i hope you like this one! i was inspired by my own incorrect quote lmaoo fghjk)

#this is real smut #all the day buddie smut #buddie ship #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 tv show #buck and eddie #buck x eddie #evan buck buckley #buck 911 #buddie smut #very smutty

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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Ok but like imagine giving bob his first blow job! Like his glasses sliding down his nose pink cheeks the whole shebang

UGH THIS IS SO HOT BUT SO SWEET AT THE SAME TIME 🥹🥹🥹

i can picture this with shy virgin bob! you still haven’t had sex, you’ve got handsy but this is the first time you’ve given him a blow job.

you unbuckle his belt and look up at him. his chest is heaving and you just want to double check. “you sure you’re okay, bobby? i can stop at anytime.”

“no, please. i want this so bad. i want you so bad.” he pants. you bite down on your bottom lip, your smug grin washing over your face. you take him slowly, inch by inch.

he’d be so flustered. you can hear his soft groans and how he mumbles your name over and over again. he’s gripping onto the couch cushions, but you pull yourself off him for a second. “bobby, here.” you guide his hands into your hair with a reassuring smile. “touch me.” you feel his grip on your hair tighten as you sink back down onto him.

when you look up at him, the sight makes you soak through your panties. his cheeks are flushed a rosy pink and his glasses are sliding down his nose, with his eyes closed blissfully shut. “your mouth feels so good, baby.” you’re proud. of course you are.

thank you so so so much for this dear anon!! 💌🥹💖

#💌you’ve got mail #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd x y/n #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd x you

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multifandomfanfiction · 1 year

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Hey Cowboy

TITLE: Hey Cowboy PAIRING: Bob/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: When someone who looks an awful like Bob shows up at Hard Deck, Bob has some explaining to do.

[A/N - Inspired by “Hey Cowboy” by Devon Cole. Sequel to “Ride Baby Ride”.]

Rhett walked into the Hard Deck.

The number of servicemen and women around made him slightly uncomfortable, but Rhett had never been particularly pro-military. He sat down on a barstool and waved the bartender over.

“What can I get for you?” Penny asked.

“Whatever’s on tap,” Rhett told her.

Penny nodded. “Comin’ right up.”

Rhett tipped his hat at her.

Penny set his beer in front of him.

“Thanks, darlin’.” Rhett glanced around the bar until his eyes fell on the Dagger Squad near the back.

“You look a little lost,” a smug voice said.

Rhett turned to the blonde pilot. “Bagman.”

Hangman’s eyebrows furrowed. “Bob?”

Rhett smirked and took a sip of his beer. “Try again.”

Hangman turned to look at the pool table where Bob was standing with his arm around Mantra’s waist.

Rhett stood up and patted Hangman on the back before making his way over to the pool table.

Mantra’s eyes met Rhett’s and he saw the light pink blush on her cheeks. Her eyes trailed down his body from his Stetson to the huge belt buckle (for bull riding) down to his cowboy boots.

Bob followed her eye-line and his eyes widened.

Everyone looked between Rhett and Bob. It was like looking into a mirror.

“Did someone clone Bob?” Fanboy asked.

“Rhett, what are you doing here?” Bob asked.

“What? I can’t come visit my baby brother?”

Bob rolled his eyes. “You’re only older by a few minutes.”

“Okay, someone please explain what’s going on,” Hangman said, rejoining the group.

“Everyone, this is Rhett Abbott, my twin brother.”

Mantra’s mouth dropped open. Oh dear lord, there were two of them now.

“Hold up. Abbott?” Payback asked.

“We were separated at birth and adopted by two different families. Bobby Boy got sent off to Georgia and I went to Wyoming,” Rhett explained.

“Did you always know you had a twin?” Fanboy asked.

Bob shook his head. “I didn’t know until my parent’s died. Found Rhett through social media.”

“I can’t believe you kept something like this from me!” Phoenix said. hitting her backseater on the shoulder.

Bob shrugged. “It never came up.”

“If anyone should be upset, it’s Mantra,” Rooster said.

Mantra had yet to say anything.

Rhett smirked as he took a sip of his beer. He recognized the look in her eyes. It was the same look the Buckle Bunnies gave him after a particular good ride.

“So that video of Bob riding a bull was you?” Mantra asked, a slight pout on her lips.

“I knew it! I knew Bob was too soft to ride a bull!” Hangman exclaimed.

Rhett chuckled. “Aww, now darlin’ don’t be upset with him. It was my idea. See, he mentioned there was this smoking hot female pilot he was flying with...so I took his phone while he was sleeping and posted it.”

Rooster smirked and held up his fist to Rhett who tapped Rooster’s knuckles with his own.

“It did the job didn’t it?”

The revelation that Bob didn’t ride bulls didn’t change Mantra’s mind about her shy pilot. She still thought he was sexy as hell, especially in the air and yelling out instructions.

“Yes it did,” Bob said, kissing her temple.

Rhett fell into conversation with the Dagger Squad, but Mantra’s eyes never left Rhett.

“You want him?” Bob asked Mantra.

She nodded. More than anything.

“Rhett?” she asked.

Her sweet voice and big doe eyes told Rhett everything he needed to know.

“You wanna get a drink?” Rhett asked Mantra, gesturing to the bar with his head.

She nodded and slipped out of Bob’s arms. She followed Rhett to the bar and leaned up against it as they waited for Penny to take their order.

Rhett looked back at Bob who gave him a subtle nod. Rhett stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Mantra’s waist. He heard her sharp intake of breath as she blushed.

Rhett leaned in towards Mantra’s ear. “I heard you ride pretty well.”

Mantra’s blush deepened. “Uh, yeah.”

“How about you ride me tonight?”

Mantra had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. She finally nodded her head.

“C’mon darlin’. Gonna have to say it out loud.”

“Oh god, yes.” She turned to Rhett and he picked her up. Mantra wrapped her arms around his neck and looked down at her boyfriend’s twin. “Hey Cowboy?”

“Yeah?”

“You can keep your boots on if you want.”

Rhett groaned into her neck. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard a woman say.”

The Dagger Squad watched gob smacked as Rhett walked out of the bar with Mantra in his arms. The scene was eerily similar to the first time Mantra and Bob had gone home with each other.

“You’re just gonna let your twin brother fuck your girl?” Hangman asked.

“What? It’s no different from her sleeping with me. We’re literally the same person.”

“So you’ve shared girls before?” Rooster asked.

Bob just smirked. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

#bob/oc #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd imagines #rhett abbott #rhett/oc #rhett abbott imagine #Top Gun: Maverick #top gun:maverick imagines #outer range #outer range imagine #top gun: maverick x outer ranger #bob/oc/rhett #lewis pullman #lewis pullman imagines

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green-socks · 2 years

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Restraint

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!reader

Summary: Ah, the good ole plot summary for a smut fic without any plot.. Jake wants to push your buttons, but you show him that you can handle him and then some.

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: SMUT, !!adults only!! and I wont tell you twice!; subby Jake, belt as a restraint, some spanking, calling Jake a dirty boy, oral (f), pegging, pwp

Notes: The smut demon took over and this happened. Thank you to @callsign-phoenix and @skvatnavle for reading this through for me!! <3 First time writing Jake and this wasn't how it was supposed to happen but then again maybe it was.

MASTERLIST

”Hangman, give Bob back his cue stick,” you demand.

You know he doesn’t mean anything by it, just likes to tease Bob, maybe to see if he could get a reaction out of the WSO one of these days, who knows. You’re not trying to figure out how Hangman’s weirdly emotionally stunted brain works, you’re just sick of him not letting Bob finish a game. Especially when Bob is playing with you.

“But babe, I wanna play with you now,” Hangman mock-pouts.

“I’ll play with you if I beat Bob. You know the rules. And that can’t happen if you won’t let Bob play. Now give the stick back and wait for your turn like a big boy.”

“Or what, you’ll punish me?” Hangman snorts, clearly not taking you very seriously.

“If I have to,” you shrug.

Hangman narrows his eyes, trying to suss out if you’re being serious or not. Apparently, he settles for a compromise: still holding eye contact with you, he bends low on the table and bags the eight ball with a wink before thrusting the cue stick back at Bob, saying, “Have at it, Bobby,” and walking away.

You grit your teeth and glare daggers at his glorious, broad, retreating back. He really likes to push your buttons, that man.

There’s an obvious current of sexual tension between the two of you, has been for the past two weeks, and it annoys you how much you wanted him. He seems to feel the same way about you. Or maybe he just really liked teasing you. Whatever the case, you swear you won’t be the first one to crack. He’d have to come to you.

In the end, you’re not quite sure your resolve held the way you had planned.

Somehow the intense and nearly angry flirting had escalated from the moment with the cue stick into such obscene proportions that you were kindly asked to take it outside, preferably “to a room”.

So back to your room you had stormed, closing the door with a bang, only to have Hangman knocking on it not a minute later. Technically, he did come to you first, but you were the one who pulled him in and told him to kiss you, so all in all you’d have to call it even.

His tongue is in your mouth and you’re already moaning, trying to rip off his shirt, when he murmurs, “Yeah, you want it bad baby?”

And that cocky question reminds you of earlier. About what he said.

“Yea, I do want it. I want to give you that punishment we talked about. Isn’t that why you came here?” you ask, playing innocent while definitely not innocent.

Hangman stops and raises his eyebrows. “You’re being serious?” When your expression doesn’t waver, he grins that stupid broad grin of his. “Alright, let’s see what you got. I’m in. Do your worst, honey.”

“Oh, Jake, you couldn’t handle my worst,” you grin back devilishly.

In truth you have no plan on how to proceed in the slightest and are actually hoping for some sort of divine inspiration to hit you before you embarrass yourself.

“Oh yeah? You gonna spank me or something?” Jake asks, still grinning as if this was amusing to him, and pulls off his shirt before going for his belt.

Ah, the divine inspiration. There it is.

“Oh, I might,” you say lightly, while reaching for his discarded belt. “But at first, I’ll make sure you won’t be misbehaving during it.”

Hangman looks confused, and you can’t help the smile on your face as you instruct him to lie down on the bed with his feet on the ground and face down on the mattress. To his credit, he goes willingly, still not shedding his cocky attitude, which you use to your advantage. Before Jake has even fully realized it, you have grabbed his hands and brought them behind his back, tying them together using the belt, creating a nice restraint.

“How’s that, Bagman?” you tease, whispering in his ear. “Still feeling cocky?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself,” he smirks, his body language suggesting you should peek inside his pants.

And well, you can’t resist that, can you.

You move to stand behind him, and slowly peel his pants off him, but notice the.. absence of something.

“Oh, you’re a naughty boy Jake, going without underwear. What ever am I going to do with you, you filthy thing,” you tut.

Jake tries to laugh it off, but you can see him squirm a little. Good.

You wonder what his limits are, and how far you can push him..

“You have a safe word, Jake?”

“Parachute.” But his tone suggests that he doubts either of you will need it.

You hum in confirmation, good, and lay your hand on his firm ass.

“You wanted a spanking, didn’t you? Tormenting Bob just to push my buttons? Just asking for it, filthy boy.”

All the while you spew whatever comes through your mind, you caress his back and ass, making Jake breathe just a little heavier, but otherwise you have to applaud his restraint so far.

Time to crank it up a notch.

You bring your hand down on each buttock a few times, and while Jake initially jumps a little, he clearly still wants to hold on to his unaffected façade, maybe not wanting to let you “win”. It isn’t until you dig your nails into his ass, giving a firm squeeze after each slap that you start to get a reaction out of him. He lets out a proper moan, though you can tell he tries to stop it.

“Oh you’re enjoying this! Of course you are, dirty, dirty boy, enjoying his spanking. But you’re not supposed to enjoy a punishment, are you, Jakey?”

Your words seem to be affecting him, the color on his cheeks rising along with the blush creeping up the back of his neck.

You move your fingers to slightly stroke the skin between his buttocks, testing the waters there, circling his opening. And to your surprise, that gets the biggest reaction yet.

“Oh, you like when I touch you here, Jake?” you purr, pressing harder.

“Y-yes,” he stutters. “Feels good.”

You hum approvingly. “You ever taken a cock here?”

“N-no.”

“You ever wanted to?”

“No!” he tries to deny, but then, “…Yes.”

You don’t know which answer surprises you more, honestly. You sort of expected Jake to be one of those guys who don’t want to hear about anything going up their ass, but at the same time you were fairly certain he didn’t lack experience with men either.

“You want my cock in there?”

This time Jake does a weird jerking motion with his whole body, as if he’s trying to press his ass closer to you while at the same time rutting his cock into your bed. Which you think is answer enough.

“Well, let’s try it then,” you say, and notice your own voice has gone all husky too. You’re unbelievably turned on by this whole scenario, and you have to give yourself a pat on the back for being able to walk on steady legs to your drawer where you keep your harness and dildo, along with a bottle of lube. So what if you brought toys with you to base? That’s completely normal, right?

But instead of getting back behind him, you lay down on the bed directly in front of him. Jake lifts up his head and looks at you confused.

“You still have to be punished before you get your reward,” you explain. “Or did you forget that already? Did you think you’d just get my cock, like you’d been a good boy? Because you weren’t, Jakey. And you know it.”

Oh it’s much more fun to watch his reactions right up close like this, where you can see his pupils dilate further when you start rubbing your clit as you talk. Seeing his reaction to your bare pussy right in front of his face, where you’re sure he can clearly see and smell you, is priceless. He finally seems to forget he’s trying to prove he can take your punishment, and just let’s go.

“Oh, fuck, you’re wet. Your pussy looks so pretty, baby,” Jake breathes. But apparently he still thinks he has the right to call any shots, because he demands, “come here so I can get my mouth on you, make you come.”

“I can make myself come just fine, thank you. What you’ll do is watch until you learn to be a good boy and wait for your turn.”

Hangman curses at you, and you can see not getting to touch, neither himself nor you, is getting to him. Which is why you press two fingers inside your sopping wet pussy, playing up your reactions so he can see how much you’re enjoying yourself even without his help.

Jake curses a blue streak, grunts, hisses, and lets out a whole bunch of interesting noises while his face is twisted in what looks almost like pain. You’d be worried that the restraint is hurting him or something, but you check, and he shrugs off your concern impatiently. However, it seems that he has learned his lesson because he doesn’t demand anything from you anymore.

Instead, after loooong minutes of you touching yourself, when he can no longer take it, he begs.

“Fuck, baby, please let me lick your pussy, please. I want to taste it, how wet you are, I can smell you, it’s making me fucking crazy. Please. You can do anything you want to me, I don’t care, just let me taste you,” he babbles.

“When you beg so prettily, there’s no way I can refuse you, baby,” you say softly, and slide down on the bed the few inches you need to to press yourself right against his face.

And he dives in like he wants to drown. Which he honestly might. You’ve literally never been this wet in your life.

Jake eats pussy like you never thought he would. He’s absolutely messy, slurping and really getting himself into it, when usually he’s so controlled and cool. Then again, you have no doubts he could pull you apart with deadly precision were the roles reversed.

You can’t help but think how pretty he is like this, with his eyes closed and face flushed, tongue buried in your cunt. You’d love to just fall down flat on your back and enjoy, but then you’d miss seeing his face as he gets completely lost in it. And that would just be terrible. Because Jake really is getting lost in it, so much so that he’s getting too sloppy for your liking, and you feel like the need to pull his attention back to the present, just a little bit.

You grab what you can of his short blonde hair and give it a firm tug.

Jake’s head snaps up, and his glassy eyes instantly get sharper.

“Don’t make me stop yet, I want more—”

Isn’t he precious.

“Shh, baby. Right now I want you to use your ears, not your mouth, okay? Just a second, then you can get back to work,” you coo. “I want you to make me come. That’s an order.”

Jake whines, so you pull on his hair a little more.

“Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And the funny thing is, he doesn’t say it sarcastically, like he has before. Now Jake is on a mission, and it’s clear he’ll execute that mission in no time, faster than anyone ever has before, because of course. He has to be the best.

You think you come in about the same time that it took Jake to fly the training course, and it sure makes you feel like you’re floating. You’re gasping and twisting, your thighs simultaneously wanting to lock around his head and splay even wider open.

But Jake doesn’t stop or slow down, and it’s getting to the point of painful overstimulation, so you yank his hair back once again.

“Good job, Jake. Good boy,” you gasp, still breathless, and he does look very pleased with himself.

That is, until you remind him, “Now it’s your turn.” Then his expression shifts back to urgent, expectant lust with just a smidge of trepidation.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take good care of you. You’ve done your punishment, now it’s time for your reward.” You pet his hair and slide off the bed, now getting back into position behind him again.

You attach the dildo to the harness, and get to prepping him. It’s not a huge dildo by any means, but it’s always polite to prep someone before anything bigger than a finger tries to enter their ass. You lube up your fingers and his hole from the outside, before gently pressing one finger in. It goes easily, but he still feels really tight around your finger. Incredibly silky soft, too, and burning hot.

You give him just that, until you feel he’s ready for another one. And no matter how Jake whines and trashes and curses again, you won’t slide your dick inside him until you feel he’s good and ready. When you feel him properly loose around your fingers, that’s when you know the rest will go smoothly.

“Alright baby, ready for my cock?” you ask, lining it up.

“Just fuck me already goddamnit,” he growls.

You tut and give him a spank. “Did you forget your manners already?”

You only see the back of his head, but you can tell his jaw is tense when he grinds out, “Please, I want it. Please fuck me. Please.. I- I want your cock.”

“There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Whatever Jake was going to say in retort dies on his lips, and instead he lets out a garbled groan as you slide the dildo inside him. You let him get used to it for a moment before slowly building a rhythm, thrusting your hips back and forth. You try to aim your thrusts based on his gasps and moans, to learn what feels good for him.

However, Jake soon gets impatient with you, and starts pushing himself back on your strap, which of course delights you immensely.

“You want it bad, huh, baby?” you taunt, using his line from earlier. “Go on, fuck yourself onto my dick, go on, show me how you want it, greedy boy.”

Jake lets out a frustrated growl, but does as he’s told. It’s the hottest fucking thing in the history of all things, seeing Hangman greedily push himself back onto your strap, watching it disappear inside his ass, probably as fast as he can go in this position. It’s by the grace of some merciful sex deity that your legs don’t give out, and instead you’re able to hold firm, helping Jake bounce himself on your silicone cock by grabbing his hips.

Until you get a better idea, and slide your hands forward, all the way up his beautiful tummy and chest hair, to his nipples. You pinch the hard little points, and Jake yelps.

“Fuck you’re doing so good baby, fucking yourself on my dick so prettily, being so good. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, you gorgeous boy,” you pant as you pinch and lightly scratch his nipples more.

Jake is openly crying out now, unintelligible moans flowing freely from his pink lips, until something in him snaps again. “Please, please, make me come, I need to come, please, I can’t, fuck, shit, I love you, I hate you, just let me come, I need to come, ah.”

You take over from him, grabbing his restrained wrists for leverage as you start pounding him as hard and fast as you can, while sneaking your other hand around him to reach his throbbing, burning hot cock. Jake’s cries rise in both volume and pitch, and it doesn’t take even six tugs of his cock to have him spill all over your hand and bedspread. He just comes and comes, shaking and bucking soundlessly, until finally he collapses on the bed, right on top of his own mess, uncaring.

You gingerly pull out of him and quickly take the harness off before opening the belt and gently setting his hands down on his sides. Then you grab some tissues from the nightstand and ask him to roll over so you can clean the mess.

Jake is still panting, and he has a face of giddy disbelief on him. “Okay.. I have to admit. You are good.”

You smirk. “Almost too good to be true?”

Hangman laughs and pulls you on top of him. “Hell yes.”

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Interested parties/sisters in sin: @pilothusband @marvelousmermaid

#jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin x f!reader #hangman x you #top gun fic #top gun: maverick #i still don't know what i'm doing #i accidentally wrote something

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bonesandthebees · 11 months

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vampire kid backstories please!!! i love ur vamp au and wanna know more :]

(also maybe where flippa comes in cuz shes my fav 👉👈)

aaa thank you so glad you like it so far!! I'm gonna talk about juanaflippa in the next ask I answer bc the next ask actually ties into what's going on with her, so I'll just use this one to talk about the rest of the kids who are present at the start of the story

so to start off, we'll contrast Chayanne's story of Missa saving his life with how Bobby ended up with Jaiden and Roier. again, remember that Jaiden and Roier are both very young vampires and as a result don't make the best decisions. one day the two of them were hanging out in a coffee shop or something when this kid wandered up to them and just went "whoa you're vampires!" with 100% seriousness. bc they are both dumbasses they sucked at playing it cool and the kid only became more convinced as both Jaiden and Roier rambled trying to say they weren't. eventually they both gave in and swore the kid to secrecy, and he agreed only if they would both tell him what it was like to be a vampire. Bobby happened to live near them, so over the next month or so he kept popping up at random trying to hang out with the duo asking them all sorts of questions about vampires. Eventually they figured out the reason this kid had basically zero parental guidance was bc he didn't have a great home life, so when Bobby asked if they could turn him into a vampire Roier wanted to do it while Jaiden cheered him on in the background because Jaiden loves to enable Roier and vice versa. after all, they both had grown really fond of Bobby at this point, and his family was shit and he wanted this so why not? well there were a lot of reasons why not but Roier turned him anyway, and yeah they did just kind of end up kidnapping him. good job guys. Bobby seems pretty happy at least.

I'll put the others under the cut!

Leo has a very different story to Bobby. One night, Vegetta was out trying to hunt when he heard a fight going on. He discovered a group of vampire hunters attacking a vampire and their recently sired child, so he jumped in to help but the adult vampire was killed before Vegetta could chase the hunters off. he got the hunters to run off before they could hurt the child though, and since Leo had no one else, he took her in as his own. He doesn't know why her sire turned her and like I mentioned before, vampire children often don't remember much from their human lives so Leo doesn't know either. Foolish was a bit hesitant about them taking in a kid at first, but he bonded very fast with Leo and now takes care of her the majority of the time. Also technically Roier, and by extension Jaiden and Bobby, are part of Vegetta and Foolish's coven because Vegetta turned Roier and they still talk all the time, but Roier likes having a bit of his own independence so he lives on his own with his family

Bad and Dapper possibly have the most interesting story out of most of the parents and their kids. I mentioned before that the vampire hunter groups are pretty scattered and disconnected from each other, so they all have different rules and regulations. One vampire hunting group happens to train children which no one is happy about. Bad is an extremely kind vampire (strictly feeds on animal blood) who tries to help out anyone he meets—human and vampire—so when he noticed he was being followed by a human child with a wooden stake on his belt he decided to let the kid try his best to kill him because he didn't wanna discourage him y'know? Dapper spent months trying to kill Bad who would never fight back, he would just kind of jump out of the way while being like "whoa you almost got me! good job! :D" the two start talking during these attempts, and Bad quickly grew fond of Dapper and Dapper realized Bad was nothing like what the hunters had told him vampires were like. One night though Dapper met a vampire who wasn't so nice, and Bad found him as he was bleeding out. Bad chased the other vampire off and Dapper—who had realized vampires weren't what he thought they were—asked Bad to turn him because he didn't want to die. Bad complied and the two have been inseparable ever since.

Fit has been a mercenary/assassin for hire for the better part of a century now and used to have a policy where he'd work for anyone if they paid him enough. He even worked for vampire hunters a few times. One time he was completing a job with another mercenary friend of his—Spreen—where they had to kill another vampire. During the fight the vampire grabbed a random kid who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and tried to feed from him to get extra strength. Fit and Spreen killed the vampire, but the kid was severely injured. Fit was considering just letting the kid die, but Spreen said they could turn him and train him together and all that stuff. Fit ended up going for it and turned Ramón, but Spreen dipped almost immediately despite saying he'd help out. Fit was pissed to say the least, but he bonded with Ramón and has ultimately become a lot more chill than he used to be thanks to needing to take care of his son.

Cellbit is a bit of an unhinged guy. Like, he's good, but he also definitely has a flair for the dramatic and a bit of a temper. One day he was just hanging out in a public library when he noticed this really cute young kid crying. He comforted the kid and the two began to talk, and over the next few weeks he found himself growing fond of Richarlyson. He started watching Richarlyson's family from afar to see how his parents were, and although Richas' parents were technically fine, Cellbit witnessed them yelling at Richas one (1) time and decided that was unacceptable (he was kind of just looking for an excuse though) and, uh, killed them. He made sure Richarlyson didn't see anything though and turned him quickly after. Because he was so young at the time (4) he doesn't remember anything from his human life which is probably for the better. Also Cellbit hadn't told the rest of his coven about this kid he met at the library, so the conversation when he got back to the house was basically "whatcha got there?" Cellbit, holding a 4 year old in one arm and starbucks in the other, "...coffee." Thankfully the rest of the Brazilians bonded very quickly with Richas, Forever especially who got flooded with mama wolf protectiveness. Richarlyson is the only one who can get near Forever during full moons, with Forever often curling up around the boy and licking his face until they fall asleep together.

Before joining the Big Group, the French coven lived very far out in the middle of the woods by themselves. There were roads, but they were very twisty and steep, often on the edge of mountains. One day, Baghera was out hunting for animals when she heard a car go through one of the road barriers. When she got to the crash site she saw the only passenger who survived was a little girl, but she was bleeding badly and wasn't going to make it. Baghera turned her to save her life, and then realized she didn't know shit about raising a kid, and the guys in her coven definitely didn't know how to raise a kid—let alone a vampire kid. She does her best with Pomme though, and after they join up with the others Forever gives her a lot of parenting advice

Tilín had a bit of a sad story. Wilbur left Quackity only a few days after he turned him, and Quackity was slightly relieved because he's very bad at the whole commitment to someone else thing since he's been alone for so long. But then he found a recently turned vampire kid who had been abandoned by their sire, and since Quackity was abandoned by his own sire (even though he was an adult when he was turned), he knew what it was like and couldn't just leave the kid to die. He really didn't know what he was doing though, and again, had a lot of internal issues with that sort of stuff. He left Tilín alone too much to go off and do his own stuff, and they got killed by hunters as a result. Quackity blames himself so much for it.

Max had a similar situation to Quackity with Trump, except he turned Trump himself because he was desperately lonely after not having a coven for so many decades. Trump was also a pretty lonely orphan kid, so in a way they were a good match for each other. But Max got caught up in his own programming work a lot and sometimes forgot to check on his kid. As a result Trump tried to hunt on his own, ended up exposing himself to some humans, and the Federation had to step in. They killed the humans involved, and then killed Trump as well because he'd put their secret at risk. Max only found out after the fact and was very heartbroken, but also gained a grudge for the Federation after that.

Like I said, I'll talk about Juanaflippa in my next ask. Also as far as Tallulah goes, she wouldn't come in till later in the story, but obviously yes Wilbur does end up taking her in at some point :)

#ask #avacadokin #qsmp vampire au #au ramblings

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tozettastone · 9 months

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I know I've been posting about other stuff today, but I've actually been working on the SPN Sabriel fic: 'Be Not Afraid, Behold'.

here's a little bit from the start of the next chapter:

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Sam woke with a jolt.

"You okay?" Dean asked, only halfway paying attention to the road that rose endlessly on ahead of them. Its sinuous shape snaked behind them, too, a long stretch of black asphalt that drifted off into the horizon, swallowed by a greenish mass of forest in the distance. There wasn't a lot on either side, and the only other vehicles were freight.

"Um," said Sam, squinting. The impala was a familiar rumble around him. He sat up. "Yeah... Weird dream?"

He rarely dreamed when he slept beside Gabriel, but now that he was back on the road with his brother, he was making up for lost time.

"Sounded like a nightmare." Dean was suddenly really attentive to that empty road, avoiding even the potential for eye contact with Sam.

It was fading now. What had been so clear and reasonable in the landscape of his dreaming mind was now confused and impossible to grasp. The tatters that remained of it were only an uneasy memory...

"Might've been." He fumbled for his phone beneath his seat belt, realised he didn't actually have Jess's number since she'd got a new phone, and then messaged Gabriel instead.

Hey, is Jess still on campus? She doing okay?

A response came three minutes later: Can't believe the first time you message me in a week is about a girl you dated last year. smh. She's fine btw. [Attachment: IMG_1101104].

The photo was a candid snap from one of the libraries at Stanford. Jess looked like she'd been surprised, looking up from her book only to be captured in digital media. She was as pretty as ever, but all Sam felt looking at the picture was—well, it was nice of Gabriel to go out of his way to check on her.

Gabriel? Wasn't really a library kind of guy. It was kind of odd that he had even been close by enough to take the photo—a lucky coincidence, he guessed.

Thank you, Sam sent, and then shoved his phone away.

"Sooo..." Dean drummed his fingertips on the steering wheel. "That a girl?"

"Uh." Sam rubbed his nose. "A friend. Weird dream was about her? I guess. I don't even remember it really. I was just... checking in."

A long pause. "Does 'uh, friend' have a name?"

"Jess? She's really a friend though. We went out one time and I broke it off." And hadn't his recent experience with the Woman in White, Constance, really made him feel good about that choice to sit down with Jess and talk about it? One date didn't have to mean a commitment, of course, but now in hindsight he was pretty glad to have left no expectations behind him.

"Huh," repeated Dean. "What, was she ugly?"

"Was she—? No, Dean." He sighed deeply. "Jess isn't ugly. We... Just didn't fit."

This was a highly editorialised version of events, and he could almost physically hear Gabriel interrupting in the back of his own mind: Is that what they're calling it? Do you remember what did fit? It was my—

Sam hauled his train of thought back onto its rails. Fortunately, his mental image of Gabriel was a lot more manageable than the real one.

He already missed him. It ached like an absent limb. The last time he'd felt like this was years ago, leaving Dean behind on his way to California.

Gabriel typically drifted in and out of Sam's life every second day or so with what now felt like surprising ease. For Sam, few relationships had ever been easy. He'd moved around too much growing up for that. For more than a decade it had just been Dean, Dad and Bobby. Those bonds were important—even when he didn't really want them to be—but they sure weren't easy.

...At some point, Sam was going to have to talk to Dean about Gabriel. He thought this thought intellectually, but even as he did, a less cerebral part of his brain—one which dealt with feelings like anger and fear and disgust—wondered if it was true. Maybe he could just ...avoid talking to Dean about anything Gabriel related, ever.

It wasn't that Dean was homophobic. Not... really homophobic, anyway. But they weren't the kind of touchy-feely people who talked about their feelings. And god only knew Sam didn't want to finally find their Dad after dropping that particular bomb on Dean. He could already see that playing out.

He licked his teeth. This was pretty clearly not the time to talk to Dean about any of the, um, gay stuff.

Can't even say it in your head, huh? sneered a little voice inside him. This one didn't sound much like Gabriel. Sam's meanest and most self destructive impulses never did. The, um, gay stuff, he mocked.

He set his jaw and tilted his head until his neck popped, with the sound of synovial fluid stretching, releasing gases between joints. Pop-pop, soft and satisfying, like a release valve for the tension in his spine.

Dean pulled a face at the noise and turned the radio up.

Silently, Sam turned towards his window, watching the road stream endlessly by. He didn't check his phone.

#spn fic #fic: be not afraid behold #my fic #spn sabriel #vague warning for internalised homophobia. just for you gentle reader.

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paybackraid · 2 years

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You’re All Terrible (But I Love You)

Fandom: Bob’s Burgers

Summary: In “The Ring (But Not Scary)”, Bob said some things to his kids that he probably shouldn’t have and forgot to take them back. So...

Mostly family fic, consistent lowlevel BobLin (because Bob stans Linda and Linda stans Bob)

Also found on AO3. One chapter for now but I have thoughts for more.

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“Pile in, everyone,” said Nat with a smile, holding open the door of her limo. “It’s late, I’ll get everyone home.”

“I have to drive Gayle home,” Linda denied. Gayle, looking particularly exhausted, was already climbing into the back of the station wagon. “D’awww, but thanks for coming to the kids’ help, Nat! It was so nice to see you again! We’ve got to find time to go shopping sometime!”

Gene dove into the back of the limo, ignoring a solid five feet of ground. Louise hopped in with both feet, Tina following calmly.

“If you’re free on Sunday, I’ve got to shop for Mark’s enclosure, you’re free to come.”

“Who’s Mark and where are you enclosing him?” Louise asked, poking her head out.

Nat laughed, “Mark is my komodo dragon, he needs some fresh resting rocks, best place is out a few miles on Route 1.”

“Ooooh, exotic,” Linda cooed, flashing eyes to Bob. “You can handle the restaurant, can’t you?”

Bob groaned, but more for theatrics than anything. “Fine, go komodo dragon shopping. Don’t bring one home!”

“You’re no fun,” Linda laughed. She reached out and pulled Nat into a hug. “I’ll call you Sunday, it’s a date! Don’t be jealous, Bobby.”

“I said you could go, I’m not gonna get jealous.”

Linda just laughed again. “I’d better get Gayle home real soon or she won’t get outta the car. I’ll see you at home. Be safe!” Linda reached to cup Bob’s cheek and pull him into a kiss, then leaned and blew kisses to the kids in the back seat. “See you at home, babies. Go right to bed!”

“Bye, Mom,” the kids all called, waving. Linda climbed into the station wagon, still blowing kisses, and she and Gayle took off toward Gayle’s neighborhood.

“Nat,” Bob said, turning on the woman. “You sure you don’t mind bringing us home?”

“Of course not, Bob,” Nat said with a wave of her hand, gesturing to the back door. “What kind of person would I be if I let Linda’s kids and husband get kidnapped or murdered on the way home in the middle of the night?”

“I mean, I doubt if we’d get kidnapped or murdered on the way home, so.”

“Yeah! Kidnapped and murdered!” Gene crowed.

“Gene.” Bob sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Would it be less weird if I sat in the front with you? You know, since I’m an adult and also not your customer right now?”

“No, it’d still be weird,” Nat denied, gesturing one last time to the back door. “I like to spread out.”

“Spread out? No, nevermind. I don’t want to know. Thanks, Nat.” He took a breath and ducked his head to step into the limo. The kids lined up on the bench at the back, so he sat on the side-facing one, spreading out comfortably.

“Of course, Bob. Buckle up!” Nat dropped into the driver’s seat, laughing to herself. “Sorry, limo driving humor. There are no seat belts! Louise, no sunroof.”

“I know!”

The drive was almost uncomfortably quiet. Despite playing for hours in the day and an hour at night at a waterpark, the kids were completely silent. Louise picked her shorts, Tina tapped her heels together. Maybe they were sleepy, but they didn’t look sleepy. Bob figured he’d be carrying maybe one of them to bed when he got home. Gene probably, the way his head was low.

Nat pulled up in front of the restaurant, stepping out to open the back door. Bob climbed out, thanking her, and went to unlock the front door and drag tired kids to bed. All three were awake enough, still suspiciously quiet (although they also thanked her, because in spite of it all they were good kids).

“Bed, all three of you,” Bob crooned when they passed him. “I’ll be up in a minute to tuck you in. Good night.”

“Night…” called three little voices from up the stairs. Affection coursing through his veins, Bob closed the door to seal the warmth in and turned to Nat. “Thanks again, Nat. Sorry to drag you out in the middle of the night. And to a waterpark of all places.”

“My pleasure! What’s a day without a little adventure in it? You and Linda are cute, you know. Two of a kind. I hope the whole thing lasts.”

“Yeah, well. Me too,” Bob laughed. “For the trouble, why don’t you come here sometime? Burger on the house. Just, uh, not now. I’m so tired.”

“Sure, I’d love to! Linda always says such nice things about your food, I’d love to check it out. Anyway, I gotta bounce, make sure Mark hasn’t taken over my whole bed. Take good care of those kids, Bob. They’re keepers.”

Again, affection and warmth pelted into his veins. Something about someone else telling him his kids were good (not strange, awkward, inappropriate, a menace to society) was incredibly heartening.

Like Linda said. They were good parents.

“Yeah, I’ll do my best. Good night, Nat. Good luck with, uh, Mark.”

Nat half-saluted, getting back into her limo and peeling out down the road. Bob shook his head when she left, once again astounded by the amalgamation of friends they had, then turned back to the door to tuck the kids in and wish them good night.

Things were still eerily quiet when he went upstairs. The kids’ doors were all shut. Had they climbed into bed already?

“Hey,” he said, knocking on Tina’s door. “You three brush your teeth?”

A long pause, and then Tina opened her door and stepped under his arm, avoiding his eyes. “Sorry,” she said softly, moving to the bathroom. Two more doors opened as Gene and Louise also picked their way to the bathroom, also avoiding his eyes.

What. They wouldn’t even look at him?

“Good night,” he said again as they turned around, mouths freshly cleaned. “Sleep well.”

No answer as the three doors closed, occupants tucked safely inside. Bob frowned, glancing from door to door, and sighed a long sigh. Things would be different in the morning. They always were.

For now, though, he would go and watch TV. He was tired—so tired—but Linda would be driving home disgustingly early in the morning, and he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he knew she was home safe and sound.

Banjo was on TV28, but it wasn’t a particular favorite of his, so he put it on to pass the time, but didn’t really watch. He had to think up something to do for Linda tomorrow now that his original, blow-their-anniversary-out-of-the-water idea had been ruined.

Maybe he could name a Burger of the Day after her, somehow. That would be cute.

The Leaf It to Linda burger. Comes with green leaf lettuce and lentils.

Bob groaned and tossed that idea far away. It was about as symbolic as his infamous heart-shaped food gifts. Maybe he could just make her an omelet.

Maybe he should give up. He was good at that. Hell, just earlier he’d done it. Given up on the ring. At least Linda would know what to expect. She’d have to drag him from the bottom of the lazy river, which might be a surprise, but…

Well, no. The kids had done that instead. Which was a lot to expect from a thirteen, eleven, and nine-year old.

As frustrating as they were—and they were so frustrating sometimes, but Bob figured that was just being a parent—they had still turned it around and done their best to locate the ring. Gene had been diligent with his best guess of a time table, telling them with startling intensity which rides he had been on in which order and for how long. They’d been out for at least an hour, probably closer to two or three, searching with the rest of the adults for would-be-Linda’s lost ring.

And then, just as Bob had given up and was ready to nail his own coffin shut and drop it into the grave of “worst husband ever”, they had all turned around and apologized.

And he…

He…

“Craaaaaaaap.”

He’d never said a word! Nat had distracted him, and after that Mr. Wetty had shown up, and then Linda, and he was too busy falling in love all over again to realize he and his kids had to have a serious chat.

“Crap crap crap crap.”

And after everything he’d said? Spending as long as he had in the water had seriously cooled Bob’s temper, and thinking back on it, he’d said some awful things. They could never speak to him again? They weren’t his kids anymore? They couldn’t come to his funeral?

What kind of a dad said things like that!

And what poor Louise had said? “Do you want us to go live somewhere else? We can go to an orphanage for a while,” and Bob hadn’t had the attention to deny it.

Shit.

Bob took a deep, calming breath. He had to be calm about this, because any level of emotion beyond reasonable may just signal to them that they were about to be kicked out of their own home, and that was simply and purely unacceptable.

“Hey kids? Can you come out here? We’ve gotta talk.”

It was silent for a few beats, and then doors opened as three pairs of little bare feet padded their way out, Tina in the lead. She stopped just at the cusp of the living room, her younger siblings hidden behind her.

Bob sighed, surprise affection again coiling in his belly. They were so cute. “Come,” he said, nodding to the couch. “Come sit. No one’s in trouble.” They really should be, probably, but it was clear they had taken his words hard. Maybe that was enough punishment for one day.

Or maybe they should be grounded for a bit. Louise at least would definitely interpret this as “look sad to get out of trouble”.

The kids piled onto the couch, Louise squished between Gene and Tina. Bob sat on the coffee table to get to their level, resting his elbows on his knees. “First of all,” he said, looking between them, “thank you for coming to help look for the ring. You shouldn’t have taken it out of the house, and definitely not to a waterpark, but I still appreciate that you tried to fix it.”

“I didn’t mean to, Dad!” Gene said, voice quiet. “We were trying it on and it got stuck!”

Bob sighed through his nose. “I understand,” he lied, because these were thirteen-year-olds at most and at their age, he definitely had not wanted to try on his parents’ jewelry. “You and your mom have surprisingly similar finger sizes.”

“We’re sorry,” Louise said, her ears drooping just a tad as if she was in control of them. “Do… we… when do you want us to go? There’s an orphanage on the other side of town, and—“

“Louise, no,” Bob cut her off, heart tight. “You’re not going anywhere.”

The three all cringed, like somehow that was worse. Maybe they were thinking of different things. Maybe they thought Bob would do worse.

God, had he ever implied…?

“Yes, you’re all still grounded. But until the end of the week, not the rest of your lives.” He reached both hands out, one cupping Gene’s shoulder and the other cupping Tina’s. He looked all three of them full in the face, making sure he had their full attention. “And you’re not moving out, or getting kicked out, or whatever. Of course not. You were just being kids, and I don’t know what I expected, hiding anything expensive in this house with these kids.” He sighed quietly, but looked back up wearing a soft smile for them. “I forgive you. And I’m sorry. No matter how angry or frustrated I was, I shouldn’t have said what I did to you. You’re my kids, and no matter what, I love you. Okay?”

Louise looked back and forth between her older siblings, squirming nervously. Tina finally looked up at him, big blue eyes wet like she thought she’d cry. Bob’s heart would surely break if she did. “…Okay. Promise?”

“I swear.”

“Okay…” Gene and Louise copied. Louise was fisting her pants, looking down toward her little feet, and Gene squirmed.

“Bring it in?” Bob dropped their shoulders and widened his arms, urging them in.

It took no further prompting. Louise hopped off the couch and into his lap in two hops, while Gene and Tina just slid into place in either arm. Bob squeezed them tight, hoping he could translate his affection into hug form. He felt Tina’s glasses press against his shoulder and wiggled her just a little, until she squirmed and the glasses pushed up. Gene copied her, his eyes on his other shoulder, while Louise clung to the front of his shirt like a lifeline.

God. These were his babies, and they were the most precious things in the world to him.

One by one, he brushed back the bangs (and hat) on their foreheads and pressed a hard kiss there. “I promise,” he said firmly, even more when he felt the shoulder Gene was perched in get just a little bit wet, “that everything is okay between us. I’m still mad, but that’s never gonna change how much I love you.” He kissed Gene one last time, who was surely reeling a little harder than his sisters and always seemed more emotional than them. “You’re still my babies.”

Louise breathed a little, shaken sob and buried her face in his shirt. He squeezed them impossibly tighter to chase away hurt feelings, loving them up.

Bob wasn’t sure how long they remained there. But before they could separate, someone gasped behind them, and Linda appeared next to Gene. “My family!” She crowed, as she was wont to do. Her arms fit around them, one around Bob and one around the kids, and she squeezed them even tighter in a backbreaking hug that had the kids laughing.

“Ow, Lin!” Bob laughed after a moment, but didn’t in the slightest fight her off. Her arm around him and his arms around the kids just felt so right. This was just where the five of them belonged.

“I love my family!!”

#my writing #creative aces #bob's burgers #bob's burgers fanfic #bob belcher #linda belcher #tina belcher #gene belcher #louise belcher

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summersnow82 · 1 year

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Somethin' Bad: Part 17

Summary: Travis and Sean square off.

Notes: Hello, my lovelies! Thank you for bearing with me on my hiatus - I really appreciate it! I've been enjoying family time, reading some books on my TBR, watching some shows on my TBW, and figuring out the direction I want to take this story in. I've had an ending in mind for awhile now, but I was debating between two different courses, and one has finally won out.

I appreciate your support, your likes, reblogs, and comments so very much, and I apologize if I take a bit too long getting back to y'all. Now… let’s see how Sean and Travis get on. 😏

Not sure what’s going on, but Tumblr keeps cutting off the last paragraph, and it’s kind of important, so here’s a link to the AO3 chapter.

Part 17

Travis felt the shotgun barrel pressing firmly into the small of his back. “Hello, Sheriff,” Sean said, his voice lacking the friendly tone he normally used. “Where’s Annabelle?”

“Sean…,” he began, but Sean pushed the gun into his back harder.

“Hands in the air, please. I’d prefer not to shoot you.” But it’s not off the table. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Travis did as told, grinding his teeth together so hard he thought they would break. “To the cell block, please. I think it’s time we had a little chat of our own.”

Under normal circumstances, Travis would’ve considered fighting back. He was strong, lithe, and quick, but after what he’d seen from Annabelle earlier he was hesitant to act just yet. So he allowed himself to be led to the cell block, biding his time. Sean stopped him at the second cell, and Travis felt his chest constrict. Not this cell.

“Cuff yourself to the bars, please,” Sean said, his voice still devoid of any warmth. Travis hesitated, and Sean noticed. “Problem, Sheriff?”

Travis struggled; he didn’t want to display any weakness. But this cell…“Not this cell. Please.” He closed his eyes, ashamed at his display.

Sean, to his credit, didn’t mock or laugh. “My cell, then,” he replied softly. “Slowly.”

It was so tempting for Travis to reach for his service weapon or his taser, but he reached for his cuffs instead. He clasped one cuff to the bars of Sean’s cell, and then secured the other to his wrist. It was only then he got a good look at Sean. Freshly washed, golden curls slicked back, and he was wearing one of Travis’ uniforms.

Travis hated how good it looked on him. Travis was lithe and lean while Sean was broad shouldered, muscular, and fit. Sean was what his mother would’ve called “classically handsome.” She’d never doted on Travis that way, always focusing on his flaws instead, while she heaped praise on Chris and Bobby for their “Hackett charm”.

Sean levied the shotgun at Travis, and there was no hesitation in his movements. “Remove your utility belt. Gently lay it on the ground, please.”

So damn polite, Travis thought through clenched teeth, but he did as he was told. Moving carefully, but deliberately, Sean kicked it out of the way. Swiftly, he took out another pair of cuffs and snapped them to Travis’ remaining wrist and an alternating bar. He checked the cuffs Travis had secured, nodding once he was satisfied. “Happy?” Travis snarled.

Sean shook his head, his expression grim. “Not at all. You’ve been a hospitable host. I’d hoped it would never come to this.” He sighed, stepping back, and shouldering the shotgun. “But here we are.”

Travis glared at him, subtly testing his own restraints. “Here we are,” he growled.

Sean looked unimpressed. “Why did your brother and father come here while you were gone?” Travis’ eyes widened, and a chill ran through him; Sean arched a brow. “You didn’t know?”

Travis ignored him, more concerned with his own question. “Did they see you?”

Sean shook his head. “I look a bit different in daylight, especially without all that blood.” He gestured to his uniform. “I figured I could pass as your new deputy. They never looked at me too closely while they held me prisoner, anyway.” He grimaced at the thought.

“My family… they aren’t the monsters you think they are,” Travis said softly.

“That’s why they came in here with shotguns, right?” Sean sounded more bitter than angry. He leaned back against the wall, gazing at the middle cell. “Why not that cell?” Travis averted his eyes. Would he shoot him if he didn’t talk? He decided to test the theory, but Sean didn’t move or spout out threats: he just waited.

Travis was good at waiting, too.

Sean arched a brow, finally, clucking his tongue. Travis smirked as the younger man broke the silence, but when he spoke it wasn’t to threaten or concede. “You didn’t look at the file before you gave it to us, did you?” Travis’ brow furrowed. What… “The hikers, the journalist, you had clippings of their disappearance in there.” Damn. Sean was studying Travis the way Travis studied a perp as he spoke, and Travis was torn between fury and admiration. “You did a good job of cleaning the blood out of the cell. Must’ve been tricky with all the cracks and groves in the wall.” His blue eyed gaze never wavered. “But you missed a spot. Were you here when it happened, or did they just leave the mess for you to clean up?”

Travis jerked against his restraints. “Shut your damn mouth,” he hissed.

Sean lifted his chin, giving Travis an appraising glance. “I’m truly sorry for the mess you’ve been dragged into, Travis. Really, I am. I’d like to believe you’re a good man trying to do the right thing, but I’m not willing to risk my life or Annabelle’s for that belief. We’ve been burned before.” He drew his mouth into a tight line, glancing down the cell block. “Once I find her – and I always find her - I’ll have someone come unchain you. Thank you for all you did to help us. I’m sorry this couldn’t have ended better.” Sean looked conflicted, but resolved as he began to turn away.

“You promised!” Travis cried, jerking against his chains. “You promised you would help us.”

Sean stopped, turning back to cast him a hard stare. “Consider my attempted murder the cancellation of that promise.”

He turned away again, and Travis felt desperation clawing at his chest. “You can’t go! The curse will follow you wherever you go, whenever you go. No one will be safe from you.” Travis felt cold at the sudden realization. “She’ll never be safe from you.” Sean rolled his shoulders, stretching his neck to either side as he stood, mulling over Travis’ words. He had to get him to stay – he had to. They were his only hope of ending this nightmare. He couldn’t handle the innocent bloodshed, the look in Kaylee’s eyes the morning after each full moon, or the…

The thought swam to the forefront of his mind unwillingly, but once it was there he couldn’t ignore it, and the realization made his chest hurt: he couldn’t handle losing her. Not now. Not before he could explain, apologize, beg for forgiveness, and bury his hands in her long, dark hair one more time. What had he done? His home would feel so empty with her gone.

He had to stop this now.

“They came when I was on a call,” Travis said, nodding to the middle cell. He was fighting the tremble in his voice; he had to speak, but that didn’t make it any easier. “Shot him through the bars like a fish in a barrel. I watched the tape later, saw him plead, try to back far enough away, but it didn’t matter. My brother will do anything my folks ask, and they didn’t ask.” Sean turned slightly, meeting Travis’ stare. “I didn’t know. Not then, not now.”

Sean was silent for a moment, and Travis had a glimmer of hope. “He had a family, you know. The journalist. A wife, three kids.”

Travis closed his eyes, wincing at the knowledge. Of course he knew. He had their names seared into his memory, knew the kid’s birthdays, knew the widow still hadn’t moved on three years later. Travis may have lacked a tech savvy skill set, but he knew how to stalk social media profiles.

“My family… is at the bottom of a well, and I am trying so hard to pull them back up,” he whispered, hanging his head in shame. “Do you have any idea what that feels like?” Travis heard the shuffle of feet, and when he opened his eyes Sean was standing in front of him, his mouth drawn tight.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do.”

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“Darlene, stop fussing. He’s a grown man.”

“Oh, hush, Frank. No one fusses over that boy, and it shows. Besides, I hate the idea of good food going to waste.”

Annabelle could hear Frank and Darlene through the closed bedroom door, and as kind as they were she wished they would leave, and make this easier for her. She closed her eyes tight, clutching the paperback romance novel in her hands even tighter. This shouldn’t be so difficult: Travis had a crazy family, she’d defended him, and he’d cast her out. She should want to leave, but she was rooted to the spot, sitting on the side of his bed – her bed for the past week or so – wanting nothing more than to curl up, ignore the world around her, and drift off to sleep. Why is this so hard, she asked herself, squeezing her eyes tighter.

But she knew why: he’d kissed her. Unprovoked, without cause. Just a sweet, simple kiss. She’d stopped locking the bedroom door a few nights ago, but he never came in after she resigned for the night. He insisted on doing the dishes, opened her car door for her, and never said a word about her raiding his closet. Each night she woke to his moans and cries, and each morning she found herself carefully placed on the couch, a warm blanket tucked around her. He left Sean and her to chat, but always seemed pleased when they invited him into the conversation. His ears turned a cute shade of pink when she considered his thoughts, listening and reciprocating other concepts or ideas. He was kind to Sean, and unlike many men, didn’t seem bothered by their close relationship.

Annabelle groaned, thrusting the paperback to her face as if it would muffle the sound. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl. Of course she had developed feelings for him - he was precisely her type: a man in need of comfort, love, and reassurance of his worth. A man sidelined for too long, overlooked, but deeply endearing, and deeply, deeply in need of a hug.

Or… perhaps a bit more?

Annabelle shook the thought from her head. Nope. Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Too many bodice-rippers, too many roguish pirate captains keeping fiesty noblewomen hostage in their cabins, both too proud to admit their feelings while they ached from sexual tension. No, if Travis were a romance novel character he’d be someone like Daniel in “A True Guardian.” It was one of Travis’ more well-worn novels about an ex-lawman turned lonely rancher who begrudgingly takes in the vulnerable and headstrong Bessie, if only to keep her from the likes of her mysterious and tragic past. Daniel had given up his bed, too, just like Travis. Bessie had ached for him to join her, just like...

“There’s something wrong with me,” Annabelle groaned, tossing herself backwards onto the bed.

She must have been louder than she realized, because a gentle knock came from the bedroom door. “Are you all right in there, dear?” Darlene’s called.

Annabelle thunked the romance novel hard against her forehead, groaning again. “Fine. Just having an existential crisis. That’s all.”

A moment of silence ticked by before Darlene replied, “Ah. Yes, well, those are delightful, but perhaps you could have one on the way to our place? I’d like to have you tucked away safely before Connie gets any wild notions in her head.”

Annabelle perked at the thought, moving quickly to the bedroom door, and leaving the romance novel forgotten on the bed. “Well, actually,” she began, opening the door to meet Darlene’s eyes. “There are a few questions I was hoping you could answer.”

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Travis rubbed his wrists, eyeing Sean cautiously as the younger man hoisted the shotgun over his shoulder. “What is this?” He asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes just a touch.

“Consider it an act of good will,” the blonde said, tilting his chin back just a hair. “I believe you. You didn’t know about your family’s visit.” He paused, tilting his head to the side. “Either time.”

Travis exhaled slowly, giving Sean the once over before nodding. A silent understanding passed between the two men, and when Travis knelt for his utility belt Sean didn’t stop him. “So what now?” He asked, once the belt was secured and the two pairs of handcuffs were back in his possession.

“Well, I sure as hell can’t sleep in there anymore,” Sean said, nodding towards his cell.

Travis sighed. “No, I don’t suppose you can.” He sucked on his teeth, drawing his mouth into a thin line. “I could use a drink. How ‘bout you?”

Sean’s lips curled up in the slightest hint of a smile. “I could use a cup of coffee.”

The walk back to Travis’ office was silent and awkward, largely because a part of Travis was tempted to tase Sean as payback; the more rational side told him advised against it. Wounded pride aside, Travis needed an ally, and he’d already put his relationship with Annabelle into question.

“I kicked her out of my house,” he admitted, falling into his office chair, and reaching for the bottle of Jim Bean he kept in his bottom desk drawer. “You know. Since you asked where she was, and all.”

Sean stared down at Travis, blinking at the news. “You… you kicked her out?” The disbelief radiated through his words.

Travis took a swig from the bottle, nodding. “Yup.” He clucked his tongue. “Screwed that up real good.”

Sean’s eyes widened, and he blinked before slowly sinking into the chair opposite Travis. “That’s uh… that’s not going to win you any affection. But you know that, right?”

Travis shrugged, taking another swig. Annabelle would be livid with him for drinking this early. He’d call it dinner; she’d call it a poor coping mechanism. “Not sure how much affection I had in the bank anyway.”

Sean’s eyebrows raised, and he exhaled loudly. “However much you had, I can guarantee it’s at a zero balance now, my friend.”

“I’m not your friend,” Travis shot back quickly, regretting the words instantly.

Sean cocked his head to the side, studying the sheriff carefully. “No?”

The bottle was halfway to his lips, but Travis lowered it, narrowing his eyes at the younger man. “No. Thought you were gonna get coffee.”

“This is more interesting,” Sean said, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees.

Travis’ glare intensified. “I don’t need your psychoanalysis, college boy.”

Sean smirked, maintaining his stare. “What do you need, Travis?” The bottle was interrupted again, and this time Travis placed it on the desk with an audible thunk. “You clearly have an attraction to Annabelle, you seem to be growing closer, and now you throw her out.”

“Shaddup.” The words slurred, and Travis couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol kicking in sooner than expected or the hitch in his emotions that caused it.

Sean tilted his head to the side. “I know what it looks like to push people away, Travis. I’m very good at it myself.”

Travis smirked. “’Cept Belle. You like to keep her close, dontcha?”

“Jealous?” Sean sat back, arching a pale brow.

The sheriff scoffed, reaching for the bottle again. “Please. Jealous of what? It’s clear you aren’t getting any of that.” He wanted it to sound crass, and it did; Sean’s brow arched higher.

“You aren’t jealous about the sex, Sheriff, or the lack thereof,” Sean said simply. “You’re jealous of the affection, the closeness, the trust. You’re jealous,” he said softly, leaning forward, “Because you’ve convinced yourself you don’t deserve to have that with anyone so you push them away.” Sean held Travis’ eyes, and the older man didn’t flinch. “I know,” Sean continued, his tone low and deliberate, “because I do it, too.”

Travis leaned back in his chair, eyeing the younger man carefully. He wasn’t very good at opening up to others, and he didn’t anticipate that changing now, but he was curious where this conversation was headed. So he simply said, “Do you?”

“Who’d you lose?” Sean asked, and Travis pursed his lips. Oh. This was not a road he wanted to travel again. Thankfully, Sean seemed to understand that, and continued, saying, “When I was seven I watched my father kill my brother.” He swung his hand back hard, imitating the motion his father had made all those years ago. “He hit him,” he snapped his fingers, “just right, and he was gone. Just like that. I’ve been pushing people away ever since, so I know the signs.” He leveled his gaze at the older man. “So again, who did you lose, Travis?”

#somethin bad #travis hackett #the quarry travis #ted raimi #sheriff hackett #annabelle harris #sean landers #time travel #fan fiction #fanfiction #fan fic #the quarry #the quarry fanfic #my ocs #travis x oc #sean vs travis #annabelles been reading too many romance novels #i love travis as a romantic is cannon #bodice ripper

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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I'mma be suuuper self-indulgent and ask for Rose/Ray/Reggie + “i hope you don’t mind that i took that painting down, but i thought that picture of us looked a little better…”

When they first bought the house that used to belong to Bobby's lola, Reggie left most of the decorating up to Ray and Rose. He figured that Ray being a photographer would give him an eye for that kind of thing, and Rose was the most stylish being on the planet (but if Hazel asked, he would always tell her it was her, bassist solidarity and all). Reggie was just a sad boy, barely eighteen, and had no idea how to really put a space together.

Of course, his partners always asked him what he thought, and he gave some colour choices, or helped to find the softest towels, the comfiest couch, or the gaudiest cookie jar known to man (it looked like an ugly ass fish, and Reggie loved it).

So even though the house was mostly Ray and Rose in style, it belonged to all three of them. It felt like home, the first real one that Reggie had belonged to since the guys... He still ached every time he thought of them, which was often. He had spent a large part of his teenage years in this house, in the garage, memories haunted these halls.But they were good memories, and even though he sometimes felt guilty that he was still here, with loving partners and a whole house in his name, with therapy and time, he was doing better.

The house mostly stayed the same through the years, even after the three of them finally figured themselves out, and it became more of a mixture of the three of them. Little touches that showed touches of their personality, so you would find Ray's cameras littering the shelves, little pieces both he and Rose had brought from Puerto Rico, Rose's music sheets and Reggie's Star Wars figurines all over the place.

But most of all, the house was covered in pictures. Perks of living with a photographer was that there was no shortage of photos. Reggie had rescued an album his MeeMaw had made for him before his parents up and left LA, so there were childhood photos, showcasing Reggie from birth to his bar mitzvah. Shots of the Petal Pushers mixed in with Sunset Curve.

Though most of all there were photos of the three of them. Silly shots of them at the beach, at various weddings and backyard barbeques. Some more racy shots that would never see the light of day, thank you Raymond.

One day though, Reggie was taking in the pictures, a soft smile on his face and he was considering the space. He was getting the itch to redecorate, and with Rose on tour, and Ray off on a shoot, he had the space to himself to do so. Nothing major, but maybe a little facelift would be a nice surprise to come home to.

So he went off to the stores, in his 'no I'm not that famous sad boy musician you think you know you must be mistaken' disguise, aka a beanie and dark glasses. Finding new slipcovers, a few rugs, some knick-knacks, and fresh flowers. Plus one stop more.

Ray beamed as Rose rushed from the bus into his arms, the two of them embracing after too long apart. "Missed you tesero," Ray whispered into her curls.

Rose cupped his cheeks, pulling him into a filthy kiss. "Me too," she purred. "Bring me home and I'll show you how much." Then she looked around, and didn't see her overeager puppy of a boyfriend and frowned. "Where's Reggie?"

"He's at home, probably cooking up a storm. I was called to an away shoot, and came straight from there," Ray explained. A wave of concern washed over them, knowing that while their boy was doing better now, he was also not used to being alone for long since they found him after that infamous night. They rushed to the car, Ray pushing the speed limit just slightly, and breathed a sigh of relief when they entered the house. The air was filled with the smell of cookies, and Reggie's happy singing as he belted along to Queen on the radio.

The two of them set down their bags, and took in the small new touches in their home, Rose purring at the softness of the throw over one of the couches, Ray nodding in approval over the cool vintage model of a car sitting on one of the shelves above his desk. But what made them stop was the picture above the mantelpiece.

Where there had previously been a large painting that they had found in a thrift store in their pre-Reggie days now held a large canvas print of a photo of the three of them. They were not looking at the camera, but at each other, arms slung around shoulders, sharing soft looks between them. The setting was blurred behind them, but they were all that mattered, and the love was obvious in this one shot.

"I hope you don't mind that I took the painting down," Reggie said from behind them, a shy smile on his face, eyes off to the side as he rubbed his toes into the soft rug beneath him. "But I thought the picture of us looked a little better."

"It's gorgeous carino," Rose said, her voice wet with unshed tears.

"Just what the space needed, just like you were just what we needed," Ray concluded.

Reggie beamed, his whole face lighting up like the sun when he smiled. He ran into their arms, pressing kisses to whatever bits of their faces he could reach. Only pulling back when the oven let out a harsh beep.

"My cookies!" Reggie exclaimed, rushing off to save the treats. Ray and Rose shared a fond look and followed behind him. Because there was nothing better than Reggie's cookies. Especially if they could convince him to bring the cooled ones upstairs with them.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ray/rose/reggie #julie and the phantoms

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shinycupcakebaker · 8 months

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The Journey

(Tentative title)

Pairing: Robert 'Bob" Floyd x reader (nickname Siri)

Summary: You are fed up with your dead end chef job when you unexpectedly get a call from your childhood best friend, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace. She knows that you are a pastry chef and just happens to know of a bakery owner that is retiring. You end up moving across that country and becoming owner of said bakery. Phoenix introduces you to Rober "Bob" Floyd and the rest is history in the making. This is the story of your life with Bob and many of your adventures and misadventures.

CW: None right now.

WC: 1.9K

A/N: Reader is nicknamed Siri because she has a vast wealth of useless knowledge in her brain. She always seems to know the answers to the most random questions.

The Journey Prologue

~Present Day~

Bob quirks an eyebrow and you quickly place a hand on his cheek, knowing some of the thoughts that might’ve popped into his head and smiled, “No, no Bob. I know what you might be thinking. I do not regret this one bit. Never. It is just so spur of the moment and sudden... something that we would’ve never normally done and….” Your words were cut off by the quick placement of lips upon yours. Sighing softly, leaning into Bob’s chest and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pulled you into his lap, deepening the kiss, and cards his fingers thru your hair. Nipping your bottom lip, chuckling softly as he mumbles, “Siri, I know what you mean. We’ve been engaged for how long now and planning a wedding, which we will still have. The beach wedding that you’ve always wanted. It’s okay. Let’s eat breakfast before it gets cold. The guys will probably be knocking on the door for golfing soon.”

Pouting as you slowly pull away, pulling the bed sheets around your upper body as Bob stands and holds his hand out to you. Taking it and shuffles out of bed towards the small table by the window with him. Bob grabs the fluffy bathrobe hanging on the bathroom door and holds it out to help you into it. Tying the belt around your waist, discarding the bed sheet and sitting as Bob pulls the chair out for you. “Room service? What did my wonderful husband order?”

Looks up at Bob, taking his hand and stopping him, smirking. “You know, I could join you.” Closing his eyes and moans softly, squeezing your hand.

“As much as we both would enjoy that, I don’t want the rest of the Daggers ‘ruining’ this. But when I get back, I will hold you to that.” Sheds the robe he was wearing and tosses it to you as he walks to the bathroom. You bite your inner lip as you contemplate following Bob into the bathroom, but he was right. Last night was a spur of the moment thing for both of you. No one knew. You had taken advantage of what Las Vegas had to offer. You knew it was cliché, but everything felt right. Seeing Bob so relaxed and happy, everything just fell into place. Nat’s text tone pulled you from your daydream, you stood and grabbed your phone from the nightstand.

Nattie: We have a spa day in an hour. You better be ready Siri!

Y/N: Don’t worry, I will be. Meet you in the lobby?

Nattie: Sounds good. BTW, where did you disappear last night? Fanboy said Bob disappeared too.

Y/N: I went back to my room. I was getting a headache from the champagne and noise. I haven’t seen Bob yet this morning.

Chuckling softly as you sent the text to Nat, Bob exited the bathroom. “What’s so funny my love?”

Setting your phone on the bed, admiring the view in front of you. “Nat’s texting me. We have a spa day planned. She was wondering where I disappeared to last night. Fanboy also noticed you disappeared.”

Smiling softly, Bob wraps his arms around you, “It’s a good thing Phoenix wasn’t here to hear you say that. You’re a terrible liar.”

Your features soften and you lay your head on his shoulder, “Okay, I may be a bad liar but not a terrible one. And that one time wasn’t my fault, Rooster just can’t bake to save his life.” You laugh, remembering the time that Rooster attempted to help you at the bakery and made the saltiest chocolate chip cookies known to man.

“Oh, you were? What was it about?” Bob sits back down on the bed, lacing up his golf shoes.

Laughs softly as your cheeks warm with blush. “The first time we met. At the Hard Deck. I was so nervous. Nat kept telling me about her back seater who was perfect for me. And...”

“And then I spilled my drink on you.” Bob hangs his head.

“But it was only water, and you were the perfect gentleman, like always.” Placing your hand under his chin, lifting his head to look at you. “I wouldn’t change a thing about that night Bobby.” Leaning forward, you kiss him, nipping at his bottom lip.

Pulling you into his lap, snaking his hands into your bathrobe and deepens the kiss. Running one hand up your back as the other cups your breast. You straddle his hips, raking your nails over the soft fabric of his polo, wrapping your arms around his neck, just as there was a knock at the door. You both groan, breaking the kiss. Bob leans his forehead against yours, mumbling, “That’ll be the guys. I have to go, but I don’t want to.”

You slide off his lap, standing and pulls him up to you. “I know, but if you don’t, they will just bust their way in here somehow.”

Kisses you again softly, Bob places something in your hand. You look down to see his ring in your open palm. “Hold onto that for me. I’d rather not have to say anything to the guys just yet.”

You nod, understanding what he meant, when there was another more insistent knock at his door.

“Come on Bob! We know you’re in there. You got a stripper in there or something?” Hangman yelled from the hallway.

You quickly kissed Bob, pushing him towards the door and you headed into the bathroom. “I love you. Have fun. Don’t let the guys give you too much grief.”

Bob nods and slowly heads to the door. “I love you too. Have a fun day with Phoenix.”

You closed the door to the bathroom as Bob opened the door to his room. “Haha, yeah. good one. You do remember that I am happily engaged. We ready to go Bagman.”

Hangman clapped his hand on Bob’s shoulder as he pulled him out into the hallway. Muffled exclamations made you laugh as you turned on the shower. Stepping under the hot water spray, you quickly wash your hair and body. You knew that Nat was a stickler for being on time and you weren’t exactly known for being on time. Turning off the shower, drying off quickly and pulled on a cute little sundress. You didn’t bother with make-up because you weren’t exactly sure what this spa day entailed. Pulling your hair up into a messy bun, grabbing your phone, room key and shoving everything into your purse. Sliding on your flip flops, running out the door and managed to beat Natasha to the lobby. You sat down on one of the couches that faced the elevators and smirked as Natasha walked out of one. “Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence.” You chuckled as to stood up and walked over to her.

“Funny Siri. You ready to be pampered?” Natasha linked her arm in yours and started walking towards the spa entrance located on the other side of the lobby.

“Of course, Nattie.” You squeezed her arm and smiled. It wasn’t often that you both got to spoil yourselves with something like a spa day. “What are we having done?”

“Well, facials, hot stone massages and mani/pedis. Then a nice light lunch before we have to head back to North Island.” Natasha steps thru the sliding glass door with you into the spa.

You were greeted by a couple of spa attendants and were ushered to the room where you both would be getting the facials and massages. After changing and getting set up, the facials began. “Thank you for this Nattie. It’s not often that we all can get away.”

“Don’t thank me.” Nat chuckled. “It was Rooster’s idea.”

“Well then, I just might have to buy him a nice new Hawaiian shirt as a thank you.” Laughing loudly.

“I swear, if you do, I will disown you. He has too many already.” Nat groaned.

Smiling and closing your eyes as you relax into your facial treatment. Mumbling to Nat, “Ya know, last night I had a dream about when you first introduced me to Bob.”

Nat groans and shakes her head slightly. “I felt so bad. He was such a nervous wreck.”

You laugh, “So was I. Oh my god, I was so damn nervous, you would’ve thought I was meeting a prince or something. From what Bob told me, you made it seem like I was from a fairy tale or something.”

"Well, maybe you'll finally get your 'Happily Ever After' with Bob." Nat looked over at you and smiled.

You nod and giggle, "Yeah, I think I might. I mean we are engaged." Smirking as you think, 'And married actually.'

"What is that look Siri? I know something is up. You've been acting kinda weird." Nat eyes you.

"How can I be acting weird Nattie? You've only seen me today for a total of maybe an hour." You scoff at her.

She shakes her head and mumbles, "I don't know but there is something different about you. I will find out."

You shake your head and relax back into the facial, remembering everything that happened last night.

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#bob floyd x reader #bob floyd fic #top gun fic #the journey

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