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faith-forgxtten-land · 2 months

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Hihihi!

I'm not sure if your requests are open, but the fic I just read was a request and was posted within the last 24 hrs, so I'm gonna take the chance that they are (can you tell I'm autistic yet?😂)

Could I request a slightly nsfw (just a lil spicy) Bay!Raph fic where the Fem! Reader is watching him workout and offhandedly mentions that she wishes she could lift as much as he does?

Her question prompts him to let her lay on the bench and "lift" the weights (obviously he's carrying almost all of the weight). Just a corny little piece that shows our Big Red some love.

Thank you for your time!💜

Spotting | Raphael

requests are open dw!! honestly feel free to send as many requests as you want at any time, if they're not open you'll know because i'll plaster it somewhere obvious. and corny pieces are the best kind <3

since its valentine's day, i kind of went extra corny with a vague valentine's plot... i hope you like it and lemme know what you think! it's only slightly spicy and suggestive because tbh i wasn't sure how far to go.

warnings: suggestive, slight choking? (oops) valentine's day mentions, single people try not cry too much. everyone is 18+!! never proofread

summary: it's valentine's day and for some reason you have nothing better to do than watch raphael lift weights

word count: 1195

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“Why are you lifting weights on Valentine’s Day?”

“Why are you watching me lift weights on Valentine’s Day?” Raphael retorts quickly and it’s such a good question that you pause.

Well, then. You sniff in mock indignance. “I’ll have you know that I was asked out by 12.5 different people ahead of today, thank you very much.”

You can’t see it, but you can tell he’s smirking. “12.5?”

“I figure Mikey only counts for 0.5 since I’m pretty sure he’d ask every woman he sees if he could.”

Raph snorts and your mouth pulls into a stupidly wide smile knowing you’ve amused him. He’s so relaxed like this, when it’s just the two of you, and your smile turns soft at the thought. There’s no one you’d rather spend the day with – Valentine’s Day or not – and the view isn’t bad either.

Speaking of... you tilt your head. Rivulets of sweat trickle down his green skin and you bite your lip watching the flexing of his muscles. He’s so much bigger than you, you’re pretty sure his bicep is bigger than your head, and he could cover your entire face with his palm – he’d done it just yesterday when you wouldn’t stop pestering him about a romcom you wanted to watch (it’s okay, you knew they were secretly his favourite kind of movie too, he didn’t have to protest so much – even grown turtles should be allowed to indulge in some Richard Gere and Julia Roberts).

His size had intimidated you at first, had made you hesitant, but now it makes your knees weak and makes your heart accelerate with something entirely different to fear. It’s quiet apart from his breathing and the clang of his weights and you wonder if he can hear the thundering of your pulse.

“You’re staring.”

“Hmm?”

His muscles flex again and you’re quick to press your thighs together. You’re certain it's deliberate at this point. “You’re staring,” he repeats, his voice a little deeper.

You flush as you realise what he’s saying. “Not my fault you can bench press a truck,” you grumble to hide your embarrassment. “I’m jealous.”

The terrapin smirks again and sits up, his eyes bright. “C’mere.”

“Ex-squeeze me?”

It’s Raph’s turn to grumble. “You’ve been hanging around Mikey too much.”

You grin because it's true and walk slowly towards where he’s waiting. Your feet are clearly more sensible and less fuzzy than your brain (you are definitely not still thinking – and staring – at his arms, nope) because they stop just before you can stand between his legs. His eyes run along the curves of your calves and his gaze feels like a dizzying caress as it glides up your torso, lingering on the bare skin around your throat in a hungry way that makes you swallow just to watch him watch the movement. “What’s the plan, Red?”

Your voice doesn’t feel like your own and you’re kind of impressed by how put-together you sound. It’s not the breathless wheeze you expected, it's low and sultry and suggestive and your eyes flutter as his breath hitches. The two of you have flirted before but this feels different. It’s intimate beyond your typical friendly banter and you have the urge to touch him.

He reaches for you first, pulling you closer and resting his hands on your hips. His hands are huge, and your mouth feels dry as he squeezes a little too hard to be innocent. “Raph...”

He squeezes again at your murmur. “Lie down.” His voice is rough and you shiver. He brushes his fingers across the goosebumps he’s raised, and you let him manoeuvre you with ease.

It probably looks so silly, and you fight the incredulous laughter that bubbles in your chest. The bar above you is ridiculously oversized and heavy and the thought of you lifting it is absurd and your laugh can’t be stopped this time as you look at the green-skinned ninja above you. His lips are twitching as you cackle and your eyes focus on the scar that decorates them, longing to soothe your tongue over it, as you regain your composure. “You good?”

“I’m good,” you reassure him. He’s so fucking cute, you think. You can see his nervousness now even if he tries to play it off and you feel like you’ve just swallowed a bucketful of butterflies. “Are you spotting?”

Raph runs his tongue – you do not shift your hips at how thick it is – across his upper lip, over that scar you want to taste for yourself. He looks torn for a moment, building himself up, and places his heavy hands on the bar above you. “Something like that,” he agrees before instructing you on how to position your hands.

You push up and immediately swear at the impossible weight. Raph snickers and you pout and glare simultaneously. “Don’t be mean.”

“You haven’t seen me be mean, baby.”

Oh. Your glare falters. That’s just not fair and he knows it. He’s grinning now and you curse him in your head. You push again and this time the bar lifts, as light as a feather. His hands are still wrapped around it and you’re not lifting a single thing, but the moment feels heavy. He hasn’t let his eyes drift from yours and you don’t dare look away. It feels intense and intimate and you can admit that your skin is on fire and your pulse is throbbing knowing how easily he’s carrying a weight that you couldn’t budge with all your might.

He guides the bar back down after a moment that could have been seconds or minutes or hours and you release a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. He’s still looking at you as you sit up and he invades your personal space. You have to tilt your head back to maintain eye-contact and you shudder as his palm cups your chin.

He’s so tall and imposing and you have to bite your tongue as his hand trails further down. You let him wrap his fingers around your neck and you rest your hand on top of his in encouragement, unable to stop a needy whine as he heeds your silent request and squeezes gently. His pupils are blown and he’s breathing harder than he had been while working out and you feel smug knowing you’ve caused this reaction. In a blink he’s pushed you back and he’s leaning over you. He smells like sweat and his skin is damp from exertion and it's kind of gross and it really shouldn’t be turning you on, but it is and your legs spread involuntarily.

You expect him to close the gap between your lips as he hovers above you and your eyes that had fluttered shut open again when it’s clear he has no intention of moulding your mouths together. He’s got a soft look in his eyes paired with a devilish smile and it makes your chest burn. You don’t expect the next words out of his mouth.

“Be my Valentine?”

You splutter and he laughs as he finally presses his lips to yours.

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hungwy · 1 year

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A small woman—or perhaps an adolescent boy—walks quickly across a landscape where giant beasts roam. The person holds a toddler on their hip, and their feet slip in the mud as they hurry along for nearly a mile, perhaps delivering the child to a safe destination before returning home alone.

Despite the fact that this journey took place more than 10,000 years ago, a new paper published in the journal Quaternary Science Reviews manages to sketch out what it might have looked and felt like in remarkable detail.

Evidence of the journey comes from fossilized footprints and other evidence discovered in New Mexico’s White Sands National Park in 2018, reports Albuquerque TV station KRQE. Toward the end of the late Pleistocene epoch—between 11,550 and 13,000 years ago—humans and animals left hundreds of thousands of tracks in the mud along the shore of what was once Lake Otero.

The new paper investigates one specific set of tracks, noting details in the footprints’ shapes that reveal how the traveler’s weight shifted as they moved the child from one hip to the other.

“We can see the evidence of the carry in the shape of the tracks,” write study co-authors Matthew Robert Bennett and Sally Christine Reynolds, both of Bournemouth University in England, for the Conversation. “They are broader due to the load, more varied in morphology often with a characteristic ‘banana shape’–something that is caused by outward rotation of the foot.”

At some points along the journey, the toddler’s footprints appear as well, most likely because the walker set the child down to rest or adjust their position. For most of the trip, the older caretaker carried the child at a speed of around 3.8 miles per hour—an impressive pace considering the muddy conditions.

“Each track tells a story: a slip here, a stretch there to avoid a puddle,” explain Bennett and Reynolds. “The ground was wet and slick with mud and they were walking at speed, which would have been exhausting.”

On the return trip, the adult or adolescent followed the same course in reverse, this time without the child. The researchers theorize that this reflects a social network in which the person knew that they were carrying the child to a safe destination.

“Was the child sick?” they ask. “Or was it being returned to its mother? Did a rainstorm quickly come in catching a mother and child off guard? We have no way of knowing and it is easy to give way to speculation for which we have little evidence.”

The fossilized footprints show that at least two large animals crossed the human tracks between the outbound and return trips. Prints left by a sloth suggest the animal was aware of the humans who had passed the same way before it. As the sloth approached the trackway, it reared up on its hind legs to sniff for danger before moving forward. A mammoth who also walked across the tracks, meanwhile, shows no sign of having noticed the humans’ presence.

Another article: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0277379120305722

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thatdammchickennugget · 4 months

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Puppy Love

pairing - robert 'bob' floyd x fem!reader

summary - bob finds a puppy on the side of the street and brings it to your shelter, having trouble getting you off his mind after

warnings - fluff, teasing

wordcount - 2.1k

Bob was relieved when he pulled into the shelter’s parking lot and saw the lights still on. The small puppy on his passenger seat whined when the car stopped moving, staring up at him with big round eyes.

He got out and walked around the car, carefully picking up the grey bundle of fur. The door was closed but he was sure someone was still inside as there was another car still parked in the lot. He knocked on the glass gently, then a little harder the second time.

After the second knock, a head peeked around the doorway behind the reception desk. Spotting him drenched in the rain, the woman quickly stepped around the counter and went to unlock the door. She pulled it open just a smidge. “I’m sorry, we’re already closed for today.”

“Oh, I was hoping you could help me really quick,” Bob told her, an apologetic look on his face, mentioning to the puppy he was holding. “But I can come back in the morning. What time do you open?”

The woman looked down at the shaking dog, seemingly thinking for a moment. Then she pulled the door open all the way. “Come on in. You both look drenched to the bone.”

She walked ahead, back to the room she had come from, and Bob followed behind her. She mentioned towards the metal table in the centre of the room and opened up one of the cabinets, pulling out some towels.

“Where did you find this little guy?” she asked and handed Bob one of the towels, before holding out her hand for the puppy to sniff. Seeing that he was not reacting aggressively, she carefully started rubbing over his fur with a towel, trying to warm him up.

“He was lying on the side of the road. Wasn’t moving at all when I found him,” Bob explained, watching as she checked the puppy over for any injuries.

“Thank you for bringing him here. Looks like he has been out there by himself for a while,” the woman smiled at him, happy to find that except for being insanely thin and cold, the pup seemed to be fine. “He doesn’t have a collar. We’ll have to check if he’s chipped, but I doubt it.”

Bob watched in awe how the dog settled down as you fussed over him, stopping his whining. He was now lying down on the towel you had used, eyes closing as you ran a finger over his forehead. He felt his face heat up when you smiled up at him again.

“Thanks again,” you told him. “Lots of people would have just left him there.”

You noticed him nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “Of course, I couldn’t just leave him in the rain.”

“Well, I’m going to get him cleaned up and sort out a place for him to stay for the night. I promise he’s in good hands here,” you said with a grin, aware that the man looked slightly hesitant to leave the puppy’s side. “You should probably head home and get out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold.”

“Sure, yeah,” Bob stammered out, cursing himself for how nervous he was. He was glad Nat wasn’t here to see him make a fool of himself in front of a pretty girl. The whole dagger crew would have heard about it by tomorrow.

You waited until you heard the front door shut before looking down at your new friend. “He was kind of cute, wasn’t he?”

The puppy just licked your hand in response.

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Maybe he should not have come back. Did people usually come in to check on the dogs they dropped off here? He was not sure.

This time you were standing behind the reception desk when he entered the building, a grin making its way onto your face when you recognized him. You had been kicking yourself for not asking for his name the night before, not thinking you would see him again. And social media stalking without knowing the person’s name turned out to be quite difficult.

“Found another dog?” she joked as he walked up to her.

“No, not this time,” Bob chuckled and watched her mark her place in her book and put it to the side. “I don’t know if this is weird, but I wanted to check in on him?”

His question made you smile again, the sight bringing colour into his cheeks. “Not weird at all. Would you like to see him?”

You told him to follow you when he nodded, leading him through the long hallway of kennels and out into the yard behind the building. Bob walked behind you, passing multiple fenced in areas with dogs relaxing in the sun and playing.

“We got him checked at the vet this morning and other than being underweight he is perfectly healthy, thank god,” you started talking, stopping in front of one of the gates. “No chip, though. That means this little guy is up for adoption. Are you interested?”

“Oh, no.” Bob watched as the puppy ran after one of the other dogs, looking much better already than the night before. “I don’t think I’d have enough time to look after a dog well enough.”

“That’s unfortunate. I bet you’d be a great dog owner. And I think he would agree.”

Bob’s eyes drifted to you, now watching you instead of the dogs. There was a proud look on your face as you looked around at your fosterlings. He liked the way the skin around your eyes crinkled when you smiled.

“Do you work here alone?” he asked you, realising he has not seen anyone else around here.

“Most of the time it’s just me. My sister tries to help out when she can. And sometimes a couple of students come to play with the dogs and take them on walks. But it’s been hard to find volunteers,” you admitted, and Bob frowned when the smile fell off your face.

“So, this is your place?” he tried to steer the conversation into a different direction.

“Yeah, opened it up just a couple months ago.” He internally cheered when you went back to smiling at him. “Have been working up to it for years, though. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before things turn around. Pretty sure people are going to storm the place to make one of these sweet little guys part of their families.”

“Definitely,” he agreed with you. “So, how do you go about volunteering here?”

You turned to fully face him, studying his face to figure out if he was being serious. “Are you thinking about it?”

“Maybe,” he admitted, hand going to rub at his neck as he pushed his glasses back up onto his nose. The two of you made your way back into the building and you went back to your spot behind the desk.

“Well, if you want to try it out and if you’re not busy you should come by on Saturday,” you beamed at him. “I’m hosting an open house. The whole day is going to be about the pups, it’s going to be fun! And I’m bringing snacks!”

“Well if there’s going to be snacks, I’ll have to check it out,” he joked and suddenly felt way too warm at the sound of your sweet laugh.

“Then it’s a date,” you chuckled, sliding over one of the flyers you had made.

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Bob had already been waiting for almost half an hour by the time the other’s pulled into the parking lot on Saturday. Jake was the first one to arrive, Bradley’s bronco right behind him. The look on Nat’s face when she climbed out of the passenger side made Bob question why he had invited them in the first place.

They had already agreed to tag along when he told them they would be spending the day playing with puppies, but all of them perked up even more at the mention of you. But he had wanted to make sure you saw some new faces at the shelter today. He even went to pick up his niece before coming here, giving his sister and brother-in-law a well-deserved day off.

“Finally. Took you long enough,” Bob complained as Jake sidled up to him.

“Missing your lady that bad?” Jake pushed his sunglasses on his nose, shooting a mischievous grin in Bob’s direction.

His niece pulled at his sleeve to get his attention. “I want to go see the puppies now!”

“Let’s go then,” Natasha smiled at the girl, taking her hand. “Lead the way, Bob.”

The others followed him across the lot and into the building. The reception area was empty today. A sign on the counter pointed them towards the kennels, so Bob led them through the long hallway and out into the yard.

Laughter and squealing was to be heard from one of the fenced in areas outside, a few kids running around and throwing toys for the dogs to chase while their parents watched with differing expressions.

A couple was watching with fond smiles as you talked to them excitedly. Another was mumbling to each other, looking slightly concerned as their son kept on raving about why they had to adopt the golden retriever puppy he was hugging.

Clara let go of Natasha’s hand to run up to the fence, bouncing on her feet. “Which one is yours Uncle Bob?”

He crouched down next to her, looking around the area before pointing out the fluffy grey puppy he had found. “That one right there.”

“Can we go pet him please?”

“Sure, come on,” he said and opened up the gate to let everyone through. The dog in question noticed his arrival right away, sprinting up to him to jump up his legs. Clara let out a laugh when he jumped over to her, licking at her hands.

“Looks like he remembers you,” your voice suddenly called out to him. You were making your way over to him, a beaming smile on your face. Your smile got even wider when you saw he did not come alone. “Who are your friends?”

Jake immediately stepped forward, offering you his hand with a charming smile. “I’m Jake, pleasure to meet you.”

He then grinned back at Bob. “You didn’t tell us just how pretty she is, Bobby.”

Natasha rolled her eyes at the man before introducing herself to you. The two of you quickly hit it off, laughing as you watched the group of men fawn about the little puppies alongside the children.

As you and Natasha continued chatting, Jake couldn't resist teasing Bob about his obvious attraction to you. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Jake leaned in closer to you, playfully teasing, "You know, Bob here has been smitten with you. Hasn't been able to shut up about you. Look, it's written all over his face."

Bob immediately denied it, his cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. "Jake, come on. I barely know her," he muttered to his supposed friend, sending you an apologetic look. "I'm sorry about him. He thinks he's being funny."

Feigning innocence, Jake grinned and decided to seize the opportunity to rile Bob up a little more. He turned his attention back to you, his charming smile widening. "Well, if Bob's not making a move, I guess I can shoot my shot."

You looked at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement, unsure of how to respond to his sudden change in demeanour. Before you could say anything, Jake winked at you. "What do you say, sweetheart? How does dinner next Friday sound?"

Caught off guard, you hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Bob, who was watching the interaction with a mix of surprise and slight disappointment. You noticed the way the spectacled man's jaw set, his eyes watching you intensely, waiting for your response.

Finally, you smiled and decided that if Bob was too shy to ask you out, you'd use Jake's flirting to your advantage, feeling a sense of excitement bubbling within you. "Sure, I'd love to go to dinner."

Both Jake and Bob's eyes widened, neither of them expecting you to actually agree. Your gaze left Jake to find Bob's eyes, smiling up at him. "But I'd rather go with Bob. Is next Friday good for you? We could go catch a movie after?"

His mouth quivered upwards at the corners in an amused smirk. His heart skipped a beat when you looked up at him with expectant eyes. "Y-yes. Friday is perfect," he nodded eagerly, and you gave him another warm smile, not missing the smut smile on Jake's face.

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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Pitching my " Bruce and Harley long lost twins " AU because Margot Robbie and Robert Pattinson look eerily similar and it gave me brainrot-

I feel like Falcone had a hand in separating them, breaking the proud Wayne clan apart ,- what's a daughter missing? Gotham's mean to it's girls, so it'll be just fitting for one to die before they lived.

Maybe it happens when Falcone's still considered a family friend. He offers to drive Martha to the hospital when Thomas can't, and Alfred neither.

As Martha Wayne screams the town down, he has a friendly chat with the staff.

Martha KNOWS she had twins; she just knows. But when she asks, everyone's so puzzled. " Mrs. Wayne, you had a boy; Just... One boy."

" That can't be right," she sniffs, even if she's holding Bruce so tightly to her, a hollow void eats her where her daughter should be. " I had a girl. I know I did. Thomas- Tommy picked that silly name for her, after his pet rabbit. I know it!"

Martha Wayne wasn't thrown in Arkham because she was dangerous; She was locked up because she was a grieving woman, and Thomas Wayne can make that go away, but he can't get his daughter back. She did exist. She was someone.

They have Bruce, until they don't.

CONSIDER THIS; Harley and Riddler in the same orphanage. Him spitting on Bruce even after his parents were murdered, and Harley feeling a sense of wanting to protect Bruce from it??

She doesn't know why. Her fists itch and twitch to punch long and wiry Eddie Nygma in the teeth for saying Bruce deserves it.

Because yes, he's a rich kid. A rich kid with dead parents rotting in the ground.

" So? You're so fucking stupid, Harley. He has MONEY now! He'll be FINE. Meanwhile, US gutter spawns here-"

Harley remembers Eddie holding down Jenny Jameson. Four years old, playful and clueless in a way Gotham murders young.

She remembers her screaming while Eddie shoved rusty nails in her mouth for taking his apple.

He doesn't care about anyone but his goddam self. He couldn't understand Bruce Wayne. Or her.

She never had any family, but doesn't that suck more? To have something love you that only death could make it stop? She sees Bruce Wayne's grief striken ashy face in that square TV.

She grieves, too. She doesn't know why. She just does.

God I love Bruce and Harley being roomates; Meeting as adults, - or as close to adulthood as they'll ever be able to touch.

Bruce doesn't understand why she hangs out with Eddie and Jack. Jack just rubs him the wrong way and Eddie looks at him, hateful edge sharp and cutting and Bruce doesn't mind that;

But he does mind Harley being around them. Especially Jack. " Ah, ya just don't know howtta have fun, Brucie. This is COLLEGE. Be there or be square. Cause he doesn't invite just anyone, ya know?"

" He smells like... Smoke. And bleach," he scrunches his nose. " And he's...Mean."

" That's just how he jokes around! He's a funny guy if you have a sense of humor."

and he HEARD Jack make fun of the scars on Harley's back; He's seen them, because Harley's world doesn't have the word " shame" in it and changes around him frequently.

He did freeze, the first time he saw them. Pale and scarred. Close to unintelligible depending on the lighting. But he does see them. It'd be a kindness for him if he wouldn't.

Dragged. With a sharp object, mkst accurately a piece of glass or razor blade. Thin, but deep. Letters stretched from one shoulder blade to another.

Wayne

Propriety

To which Eddie laughed with, because he and the kids at the orphanage were the authors. They figured if Harley wanted to defend that family so badly, she'll have a sign that fits.

But she didn't need to know that. Bruce does. Bruce knows everything about anyone, seems like.

" No, I mean, - mean to YOU. He makes dumb blonde jokes even if you're at the top of their class. "

" Yeah, well, " Harley shrugs, painting her eyelids with green and purple; She doesn't like either, but Jack told her she'd be prettier if she changed her make up. " Told him I didn't like it, so he's gonna stop...Eventually. he's nice to me sometimes."

" He should be nice to you ALL the time. Just... Don't go. I'll watch that horrible Grey Ghost reboot if you stay with me."

Harley is weak for his puppy eyes; She really is. " Please, Harl. Don't go."

"... Fine," she groans. " I'll be a loser. Just for my favourite roomie."

" I'm the only person who responded to your ad."

" Wanna know why? We're probably meant to be in eachother's lives."

" I don't think Gotham is kind enough to give me a friend like you."

Harley actually tears up and CRUSHES Bruce in a hug, nevermind Jack's stupid " never touch Wayne" rule. " BRUCE. We're gonna be BFFS forever. I'll make you a teeth necklace."

" I think the bracelet's enough."

" You'll be maid of honor at my wedding."

" That's not what it's called."

" You'll be my kid's weird uncle that says phones ruin families and not decades of fermented generational trauma."

"...Sure."

Sure. Bruce can be anything, if he's with her, and she's with him.

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magnificentartanimegiant · 10 months

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The sun was setting in the distant city, its warm oranges and yellows cascading over the horizon as days work came to a close. In one small, suburban neighborhood, a grandfather was hard at work in his garden, his big manly feet poking out from underneath the dirt and soil mounds, a strange sight for such a small lot.

The grandfather's grandson, Robert, watched from the porch, his light brown eyes unwavering as he fixated on his grandpa's huge, furry feet. Robert had never quite been able to feel comfortable openly expressing his foot fetish, and his grandfather had no knowledge of the strange obsession that had taken ahold of young Robert's mind. But every time he watched his grandpa working in the garden, his eyes were almost certainly glued to those two huge, manly feet.

Robert watched as his grandfather, done with working for the day, plopped down in an old green lawn chair, his size 12s protruding out from underneath the edges and resting against the warm concrete porch. His grandfather quickly drifted off into a nap, snoring loudly and leaving Robert with the opportunity of a lifetime.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Robert nervously made his way into the garden, walking up and stopping beside his grandpa's resting feet. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his palms quickly beginning to sweat with the realization of what he was about to do.

But he was determined. He had come this far, and his grandpa was sound asleep. He couldn't turn back now.

Kneeling down beside his grandpa's feet, Robert couldn't help but take a deep sniff, inhaling the musty, slightly sweaty smell of his grandpa's worn socks. He almost felt as though he were in some sort of trance, unable to think of anything else but his grandpa's bare feet.

Taking a deep breath, Robert finally mustered up the courage to do the unthinkable. He brought his tongue out and slowly licked the dirt and sweat off of his grandfather's feet. Robert could hardly believe he was actually doing it, but he hadn't been able to fight the urge any longer.

Robert was so entranced in his sucking and licking of his grandpa's feet that he completely lost track of time. He almost forgot about his grandpa, until he felt his bare foot slap him hard across the face. Jerking his head up, Robert's eyes widened in surprise when he saw his grandpa staring at him with a mischievous smirk on his face.

'Atta boy, I guess you like my big feet grandson,' his grandpa said, a tone of amusement in his voice. Robert, feeling completely embarrassed and exposed, tried to make a run for it. But his grandpa was too quick.

'Come back here, I'm not done with you,' he said in a stern voice, as Robert reluctantly turned around and slowly made his way back to his grandfather. He watched as his grandpa rose from his seat, his enormous feet standing proudly before him.

For a split second, Robert could see the look of triumph in his grandpa's face, and he immediately knew what was coming next. His grandpa was about to humiliate him.

'You think you can disrespect my feet like that? You think I'm just gonna sit there and let you take advantage of me?' his grandpa shouted, his voice echoing in the sun-bathed suburban neighborhood.

Robert could only watch in silence as his grandpa ranted and raved about the humiliation he had caused. Robert knew it was only a matter of time before his grandpa would make his final demand.

'You think you know about worshipping feet? Well here's your chance. You want my feet, and you're gonna get them. But not just for your own pleasure. You're gonna become my foot faggot. I want you to worship my feet every day, and you better do it right, or else! You got that?'

Robert could only nod his head in fear. He knew his grandpa meant business.

The next few weeks were tough for Robert. His grandpa made him lick his feet every night, and even made his father join in on the fun, degrading Robert even further with every laugh and snicker.

But days passed, and after a while, Robert started to find solace in this strange, new behavior. He began to enjoy worshipping his grandpa's feet more and more each day. He even started to prefer it over anything else.

Even though it was weird and twisted, Robert had come to accept that this was what made his grandpa happy, and that was all that mattered. He was grateful for the chance to make his grandpa's day, even if it meant submitting to his every foot-related whim.

Though Robert still felt embarrassed and confused about the whole situation, he eventually became happy with his new role as foot faggot. His grandpa praised his obedience and dedication, and he made his grandson act as a foot boy from now on licking, sniffing, and praising his grandpa's feet.

#feet #daddyfeet #grandpafeet #grandpa

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mynameismckenziemae · 5 months

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Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter II

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

Bob takes you out and lets you in after a(nother) moment of weakness.

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

A/N: The mannerisms of Steve are based off of my sweet, derpy, old pup. She helped pull me out of my crippling postpartum depression and welcomed me back, forgetting I hadn’t just ignored her for the year prior (I was barely able to take care of my newborn, I wasn’t taking care of myself and I couldn’t fathom mustering up enough energy to even pet her, trust me, I still feel bad about it). She is the best.

Warnings: mentions of asshole ex boyfriends, negative thoughts (thanks to asshole ex boyfriend), smut, etc.

Bob waited until you were in your apartment and turned the lights on before taking off. Hes bubbling with different emotions as he drives home. He’s smitten, obviously. He’s never met a girl like you; so beautiful, witty, passionate, funny. He’s baffled that someone like you is interested in him. Then the embarrassment creeps in…he came in his pants like a fucking teenager, but relief since you didn’t laugh or make him feel worse. In fact, it had seemed you liked it. He can’t stop thinking about you whispering how you wanted to blow him the parking lot and then sucking your fingers…Damn it, he was hard again.

He sighed as he unlocked the door to his house. Even though his sister would come once a week or so to get his mail and check on the house, it was stale and stuffy. He opened the windows in his room and got in the shower.

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You overanalyzed the entire night while you showered, every look, every conversation, every touch.

You started and deleted a text to Bob several times before finally hitting ‘send’ and turning your phone over while you put your pajamas on.

Sunny: Thanks again for handling that jerk and following me home. I’m also sorry things got a little heated too quickly. I haven’t dated in years, but I don’t do that on the first date. Or, pre-first date I guess.

A few minutes later your phone dings.

Bob: You’re welcome, I’m just glad you’re okay. No worries, I liked it (obviously lol). Can’t wait to see you again tomorrow.

Your stomach flutters and you breathe a sigh of relief. It’s okay. He’s not Derek. He doesn’t think you’re a whore. It’s okay for two consenting adults to do these things.

Sunny: I can’t wait either. Goodnight.

Bob: Sweet dreams

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You sleep until 9 and it feels amazing. You pick up a little in case Bob comes all the way to the door and get ready. He said to dress casually so you don a pair of shorts again with a favorite oversized band tee and a pair of Converse. It feels weird to be putting normal clothes on 2 days in a row, you pretty much live in scrubs or pajamas.

Bob knocks as you’re putting your hair up. As you open the door, you’re greeted by a fluffy gentleman sitting oh so patiently, his tail is giving away his excitement by going a mile a minute. “Hey there cutie. You must be Steve, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Sunny.” You say, crouching to pet him. He’s so soft, and his wet nose tickles as he sniffs you.

You rise and take in Bob. He looks good enough to eat in a worn pair of Levi’s and a gray tee. He hands you a bouquet of fresh flowers. “We stopped at the farmer’s market on the way, thought these were pretty,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, the tops of his ears turning red.

“They’re gorgeous. Thank you. Come in, I’ll put them in water.” You smile.

“We can wait out here, he sheds a lot”. Bob replies.

“Oh gosh, don’t worry about it, I grew up with pets and have a vacuum.” You insist, pushing the door open wider.

“Alright,” he agrees. As he brushes past, you notice the slight bruise you sucked into his neck last night and your cheeks heat. Embarrassment or arousal? You weren’t sure.

“Nice place,” Bob says looking around. Steve is sniffing everything in sight.

“Thanks, it’s small but it’s got everything I need. I’ll eventually look into buying a house, but I’m comfortable here for now” you say, trimming the ends of the flowers. “Where’s your place?”

“About 15 minutes from here, by Valencia Park” he replies, looking at the pictures hung on your walls

You nod while filling a mason jar with water and place the flowers in it, setting it in the kitchen window. “Perfect. Thanks again.” You kiss his cheek. “Hey, what’s that on your neck?” You tease, lightly brushing the bruise with your fingertips.

He blushes again and chuckles. “Must’ve burnt myself with the curling iron”.

You laugh, “Is that so? You should really be more careful.”

“You’re telling me. All set?” He asks.

“Let’s go” You nod.

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You watch Steve take the stairs down while you lock up. “That is impressive, is there anything he can’t do?”

“No, not really. I help him in and out of the truck bed because it’s pretty high, but he’s adapted way better than I would’ve expected. Oh hey, my truck is just a regular cab, so there’s no backseat. I hope you don’t mind, but you’ll want to sit in the middle, or Steve will be on your lap. He insists on being by the window, one way or another.” He says as he unlocks it, stepping aside to let Steve through.

You climb on next to Steve and squeal as he immediately goes for your ears, sniffing and huffing with his wet nose again.

“Sorry, he’s pretty polite, but he has a thing for ears,” Bob grins as he gets in seat beside you.

You laugh, “I don’t mind, he’s so sweet. I’m just ticklish”.

Bob pulls out of Penny’s driveway and you’re off. Once he puts the cruise on, he relaxes his leg, resting it against your bare one. Goosebumps rise at the feel of his rough jeans against your skin. Down girl.

“Where we going?” You ask.

“There’s a quiet, dog-friendly beach up there road here, it’s Steve’s favorite place. I packed some lunch too” he replies, slowing to turn into the parking lot.

“That sounds great” you answer.

Steve realizes where he is. His front paws start tippy-tapping and he whines, hardly able to contain his excitement.

You laugh, patting him. “Almost there buddy”.

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Steve zooms along the shore as you and Bob put down a thick blanket. You three are the only occupants, save for an older man with an older dog a couple hundred yards down the beach.

You sit cross-legged and Bob comes to stretch out beside you, handing you a sandwich. You both laugh as Steve attempts to stalk some seagulls, but panics and tucks tail back when they start chasing him. He hides behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. You give him a smooch “You’re okay, I won’t let them get you. Those gulls are mean, huh?”

Bob tells you stories about Steve while you eat, making you laugh at his antics. He pulls his phone out and shows you a picture his sister snapped last night of Steve tucked into the sleeping bag between two little girls, all three wearing sleep masks. “Guess he slept like that all night” Bob chuckles.

Steve eventually sneaks his way between you two, laying his chin on your knee. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” You say, softly rubbing his forehead. Bob chokes, his thoughts immediately turning dirty at your words. You bite your cheek so you don’t smile, pretending you don’t notice.

“Did you bring a ball or anything to play fetch with?” Bob nods, grabbing a frisbee from the bag.

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You three play for a while, the sun warming your arms and legs. It feels good to be outside. Bob tosses the frisbee towards you and Steve, but the wind catches pushing it behind you. Steve’s too focused on it to realize where he is and knocks you off your feet.

“Oh my God, Sunny!” You hear Bob yell running over. “Steven! Watch out buddy, give her some space.”

You can’t answer, you’re laughing too hard. Steve’s in your ears again, sniffing, huffing, and licking. Your laughter makes him more excited, and he zooms away as soon as Bob gets to you. “I’m so sorry, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. “No, I’m fine. I can see why you love him so much, he’s quite the character.” Bob holds his hand out to help you up. You take it but tug him down instead. He lands with a surprised oomph. You pull him to you for a kiss. He stiffens for just a moment, caught off guard (again) but relaxes into it. You kiss slowly, lazily. You suck his tongue and groans deeply. He’s hard, pressed perfectly against the seam of your shorts right where you need him. “You feel so good” you murmur against his lips. He twitches against you.

Out of nowhere, you feel frigid saltwater slide around you, soaking you both. The tide came in. You squeal and Bob chuckles, the moment gone. Probably for the best, you don’t really want an indecent exposure on your record.

He helps you to your feet. “My place is closer to here, we can get cleaned up and dried off there if that’s okay?”

You nod, wanting to get out of these wet, sandy clothes ASAP.

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Bob grabs some dog shampoo from his truck and you help him lather and rinse the sand from Steve. “I know it’s a pain with his fur, but he loves the beach so much. It’s worth the extra work to me” you nod, agreeing. You towel him off, unable to stop kissing his wrinkly forehead. Bob lifts him into the bed of the truck and leads him into the kennel he has secured. “I know it’s not the safest, but I only put him in here after the beach. It helps him dry and he loves the wind in his face.” He explains.

You give him a quick kiss. “He’s lucky to have you Bob, you’re a great dog-dad”.

You both towel the sand off the best you can before getting in yourself. “I’m sorry about your truck, I can help you vacuum it” you offer.

“Don’t worry about it, my neighbor's son details cars for extra cash and is always looking for business. I always give him double after beach days.”

“That’s sweet of you.” You reply, sliding into the middle seat again.

“You don’t have, I mean you can sit there if you want but—“

You buckle your seat belt. “I know. I wanna sit by you.”

He nods, a little pink staining his cheeks, “Alright”.

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A few minutes later, Bob pulls into a cute, navy blue bungalow. “This is it”.

“I like it, it’s cute.”

You laugh as Bob helps Steve out of the truck bed. His fur is fluffy from the ride.

Bob leads you into the house. It’s tidy, with a minimalistic and cozy design. It smells like him—like clean, fresh laundry with a hint of leather.

He shows you to his bathroom, handing you a towel, he turns to leave. “If you want to leave your clothes outside the door, I’ll throw them in the wash with mine before I shower”.

“Will do, thanks.”

He shuts the door behind him. You carefully undress, trying to not fling sand everywhere. You turn the water on and set your clothes outside the door, purposely leaving your lacy bralette and thong on top to tease him.

You’re lathering your hair for the second time when you hear a knock. “You can come in. Sorry for taking so long, I can’t get the sand out of my hair.”

Bob freezes. He’s been half-hard since he put your pretty underwear in the wash, but taking in your naked silhouette against the frosted glass has him at full mast instantly. “It’s okay, no uh…rush. I have some clothes for you when you’re done. I’ll put them here on the counter”.

“Thanks, I’ll be out soon” you smile as he closes the door. You probably didn’t need to arch your back and stick your tits out like that, but his reactions to you are just too good.

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A few minutes later, you towel dry your hair and take yourself in the mirror. Bare-faced, nipples that could cut diamonds poking through his worn ‘US Navy’ tee, and rolled sweat pants. You look like a slob, you only wear makeup and straighten your hair when you go out, always trying to look good for other guys, you can hear Derek words in your mind.

You push him out of your head as you hang up your towel and open the door.

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Bob fumbles his phone as he takes you in. Curly, wet hair, perky breasts gently bouncing under his shirt as you pad over to him.

He reaches out and brushes a curl by your forehead. “I wondered if your hair was curly after it got wet at the beach. It’s pretty. Do you always straighten it?”

You nod, throat thick as you answer. “Yeah, my ex didn’t like it, thought I was ‘attention seeking’ when I would wear it natural, probably because someone usually commented on it. He uhh, he thought everything about me was ‘too much’; I laughed too much, I talked too much, I hugged too much. We broke up months ago, but I’m still trying to find myself again.” You look away, feeling vulnerable.

“Sounds like he’s an idiot. You could never be too much, Sunny. Your hair is beautiful no matter how you wear it. Everything about you is beautiful.” Tears fill your eyes as and he turns you toward him, kissing you sweetly.

You kiss him back and things heat up quickly. His hand slides into your hair fully, while the other goes to your waist, pulling you into him. He can feel your nipples brush across his chest and his cock twitches. He brings his hand up slowly, but as he reaches the underside of your breast, the doorbell rings, startling you apart. “Oh, I ordered pizza. I got half cheese, half everything so you can put whatever you want on. I hope that’s okay” he says as he turns, trying to discretely tuck his erection into his waistband so he doesn’t scare the delivery driver.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. I like everything but anchovies and mushrooms.”

“Agreed, I’ll remember that for next time” he says as he opens the door.

Hmmm, next time? You like the sound of that.

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You both dig in, having a beer each. Steve sits nearby, politely begging with his eyes.

You tell him about yourself. How you were always getting into trouble as a kid since you were quite the little adrenaline junkie, always looking for a thrill. About how you wanted to be a naval aviator like your old man, but you couldn’t put your mom through that, especially seeing the toll it took on Carole when Bradley joined. You tell him how you thrive in chaotic environments and by doing flight nursing, you could combine your passion for flying and help people. He takes in your every word, listening intently.

You settle in on the couch after for a movie as you wait for your clothes to dry, Steve draped across your lap, fast asleep as you rub his ears. “I knew he’d love you.”

You smile, “He’s a sweetheart.”

Bob puts his arm around you and plays with a curl by your ear absentmindedly. He pulls a little and you shiver as your nipples harden. “You cold?” He asks, looking down at you.

You shake your head, dropping your gaze to his lips. You lean forward, capturing his lips with yours. You moan into it, you’ve been worked up too many times since last night without relief. He licks into your mouth, pushing his hand into your hair farther. Your right goes to his chest, sliding up to brush your fingertips over the bruise from the night prior again. He inhales sharply, breaking the kiss. “Steve, buddy, go to bed, okay?” He asks him breathlessly, eyes not leaving yours.

Steve hops off with a heavy sigh, walking towards the bedroom.

You rise to straddle him, leaning forward to bite his bottom lip before kissing along his jaw. You slide your hips forward until you trap his cock against his stomach. His breath hitches in your ear at the contact. You smile into his jaw as you slowly start moving your hips, up and down, rubbing your clit against him.

You let out a breathy moan and his grip on your hips tightens. You kiss up to his ear and lightly nip the lobe. “You’re so big, I can’t wait to have you inside me”

Bob lets out a strangled groan at that. His hands release your hips and slide back to your ass, squeezing a handful in each palm, pulling you harder into his cock. You groan against his ear before pulling back and whipping his shirt off of you.

Your bare tits are level with his face. “Sweet Jesus” he whispers, bringing his hands up from your ass to cup one carefully in each hand. “They’re perfe—you’re perfect,” he says in awe. You should get a boob job, no guy likes less than a D cup, you hear Derek's voice again, but Bob brings you back to him by circling your nipple with his calloused fingertips.

You whimper, “Keep touching me, please. Just like that, and this” You bring your hand up to gently pull and pinch.

His eyes drift shut with a groan, the sight of you playing with your tits is too much. His erection throbs against your hip as he nods, continuing his ministrations. Your hands go to his shoulders for leverage.

You work your hips faster, already hurtling towards the edge. He leans forward and gently sucks your nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

You whimper, “Almost there” as your orgasm approaches.

Bob pulls back at the sound, replacing his mouth with his fingers, and groans as he feels you soaking through both pairs of pants. His hips jerk up, chasing your warm, wet heat. He’s getting close too. You moan and your hips stutter as his tip catches your clit just right. He takes your hands and places them on your tits, and drops his back to your hips to guide them. You pinch both nipples as he thrusts and that’s all it takes.

You cry out as your orgasm sweeps through you. Bob takes you in, trying to commit the sight and sounds of you to memory. Eyes closed, flushed cheeks, hands playing with your perfect breasts, your hips undulating against his…it’s enough to pull him over the edge. He groans, hands gripping bruises into your hips and he cums too, coating the inside of his pants (again).

You lean down and place a kiss on his damp forehead. His face is flushed, and he won’t look at you.

“You okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, I—I’m good. I uh, I think we should talk.” He replies and a cold wave of shame washes through you. You did too much too fast. Again.

Bob feels you stiffen on him. “No, hey, no it’s nothing you did, it’s not anything bad, I don’t think, I just,” The dryer dings from down the hall, signaling your clothes are dry. “Hey, let’s get cleaned up and I’ll explain.”

You nod, still uneasy and follow him to the laundry room.

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You meet Bob back in the living room, wearing your clean clothes. Mmm, you smell like him.

He gestures for you to sit by him. You can tell he’s nervous, or embarrassed. Maybe both.

“So you know how I told you I’m not good with women, dating, and all that?” You nod. “Well, I meant it. I haven’t dated much. The longest relationship was 2 years in high school. We fooled around a bit, but never went all the way since her family was strict Catholics and she was saving herself for marriage. We broke up after I joined the navy cause she didn’t like long distance. I’ve dated a bit here and there, but it never lasted long as it’s difficult to keep a relationship when I was moving around so much and deployed so often. So…that’s why I was uh…a little quick on the draw last night, and not much better today. You’re gorgeous Sunny, so that doesn’t help either.”

You nod, and can breathe a little better in relief. You’re starting to understand. “Bob, it’s okay. I knew you just got off the carrier after 4 months. It’s…it’s also been a long time for me too. I think that’s why I can’t keep my hands off you, not to mention how good you look in those Levi’s” you laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

Bob’s blush deepens and rubs the back of his neck. “Uh yeah, except that I haven’t, I’ve never…” he stammers.

You realize what he’s trying to say, your stomach flips and your pussy clenches. Oh the things you’re gonna do to him.

“Bob, are you a virgin?”

#bob floyd #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone #bradley bradshaw #jake seresin #natasha phoenix trace

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nicoline1998enilocin · 3 months

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Spin The Bottle

PAIRING ⇒ College Student!Robert Downey Jr. x College Student!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT ⇒ 3.2K

SUMMARY ⇒ Robert has been your best friend for a few years, and the sexual tension between both of you has only grown stronger. When, after an innocent game of Spin The Bottle, the small, flickering fire officially bursts out into a sea of flames, you experience the most satisfying, gentle, and perfect first time together you could have wished for.

RATING ⇒ Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS ⇒ RPF, best friends to lovers, references to alcohol/drinking, use of nickname (Gorgeous, Babygirl)

SMUT ⇒ Referenced masturbation, daddy kink, teasing, begging, dirty talk, dry humping, thigh riding, hair pulling, nipple play, oral (F receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), pull-out method, cum eating, multiple orgasms, implied aftercare

A/N ⇒ This is officially the first time I'm turning a dream I had recently into a fic, but it was too good not to turn it into a story! This beautiful story is dedicated to @ccbsrmsf1. Carol, quero te agradecer por tudo que você faz por mim. Não há palavras suficientes no mundo para dizer o quanto você é especial para mim e o quanto estou orgulhosa de você! eu te amo 3000 💙

A/N 2.0 ⇒ This is not proofread; any and all mistakes are my own. My requests are open again! Please feel free to send them for each person or character I write for, and I can't wait to see what amazing ideas you'll all come up with!

EVENTS Masterlist ⇒ @flufftober Flufftober '23 ⇒ "Oh no, you're a morning person!" Masterlist ⇒ @fandom-free-bingo ⇒ "What do you want?" Masterlist ⇒ @slumberpartybingo ⇒ Never have I ever... Said I love you

Banners: Yours truly ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ Photo: Source

Main Masterlist ⇒ Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

You and Lana - your best friend and roommate - have just arrived at one of the biggest college parties of the year. Even though you were hesitant to go initially, she convinced you to trade in your book for a few drinks and a fun night. It wasn't without the promise of your crush being there, but now you're glad you have decided to go.

"Let's get some drinks, shall we?" Lana asks as she grabs your hand, not waiting for your answer. She pulls you into the kitchen, where all the bottles and cups are strewn on the counters. She puts a red cup into your hands, and you turn around to grab a bottle of rum and Coca-Cola.

As soon as you put the bottle of rum down, you feel a pair of big, strong hands on your waist, making you smile widely. Before the person says anything, you can smell their cologne, feel their breath ghosting over your neck, and feel their long, thick fingers gently squeezing your waist.

"There should be cops around there, Gorgeous, because it's illegal for you to look this beautiful tonight," the person behind you tells you in their deep voice, and the goosebumps in your neck show how much you're enjoying their voice. You turn around and look into the deep, dark brown eyes of the man you've had a crush on since you first laid eyes on him.

"Hi, Robert," you tell him before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug that he happily reciprocates. You're a little reluctant to move away from the warmth of his body, but you do it eventually, taking a small sniff of his cologne in the process. When you are standing in front of him, he can fully take in your outfit, and you're glad that Lana helped you to pick it out.

"What're you having?" he asks as a smile tugs on the corners of his lips, the butterflies in both your stomachs going crazy. It is evident to everyone around you that you have feelings for one another, but your friendship is much too important to give into those for both of you. The sexual tension is thick enough to cut with a knife, but it never goes any further than flirting and innocent touches.

"The usual, what about you?" you ask as you pick up the bottle of Coca-Cola in front of you, pour it into the cup, and hand it to Robert as you both usually drink the same. The second cup is quickly made before you follow Robert outside, and you take the time to take in his outfit.

He's decided to wear his leather jacket, which is starting to get some wear and tear from all the times he's worn it, and the few times he's lent it to you, you could smell his cologne in it, and the warmth of him enveloped you completely, making you feel like you're on cloud nine.

The moment you step outside, you feel the air hitting your face, and it calms down your body a little as it was pretty heated from when Robert laid his hands on your waist. Taking a few deep breaths, you follow Robert out, only to discover one seat left. Robert takes a seat, tapping his thigh to instruct you to sit down, the corner of his mouth curled up into a mischievous smirk.

"C'mere, Gorgeous, I saved the best seat of the party just for you," he says with a slight rumble to his voice, and the heat you felt earlier is back, but only ten times worse. You walk over to him, however, stepping between his thighs and making yourself comfortable on his lap, his arm protectively wrapped around your back, his fingers digging softly into your side.

Robert keeps whispering sweet nothings into your ear, and you giggle softly. To everyone who glances your way, it looks like any other couple enjoying time together, but nothing could be further from the truth. Just when you're about to tell him you're getting cold, Lana comes running outside to greet you.

"Babe, come on! We're playing Spin the Bottle, so you and Robert must join!" she says excitedly, bouncing back and forth on her feet as she waits for the two of you to get up and join her inside. You give Robert a look of ''why not?" and not long after, you're sitting amongst the other people who have joined, most of whom you don't know, but that's fine.

Robert is sitting on your left, his knee touching yours as you're both cross-legged on the floor, and Lana is sitting on your right side with another drink in her hand. You're still on your first as you never drink much, but it's clear most other people at the party are already starting to get tipsy or are very drunk.

You're one of the last people to be spinning the bottle, though it has landed on you a few times, and you have given out many short pecks to both boys and girls, usually followed by some awkward laughter.

Now, it's your turn to spin the bottle, and you lean forward to spin it, the bottle turning quite a few times as your heart starts beating faster as the glass slows down. Much to your surprise, it lands on someone you've daydreamed about kissing many times, his plump, pink lips often being the topic of your dreams. Robert.

One look over at Robert reveals that he's excited it landed on him, and he stands up swiftly, his hand stretched out for yours. "What do you say, Gorgeous? Shall we make it a night to never forget?"

Before you know it, you're standing before Robert, closer than ever. His chest is touching yours, and his long fingers and large hands are cupping your cheeks ever so gently as his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips and back as if he's giving you one last way out.

You don't take it as you lean forward, your hands wrapped loosely around his neck as your lips touch his for the first time. Your fingers slide into the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as your lips glide together effortlessly. As if they'd done this a thousand times before.

His tongue swipes over your bottom lip to ask for access, which you happily grant, your tongues gliding together effortlessly as you taste the rum and coke, as well as something so distinctly Robert, and it has you drunk on his taste. Not in the same way as alcohol makes you feel, but different in the best possible way. He makes you feel like you're floating, and you never want to come down.

Robert's fingers have slid into your hair, gripping it gently as his lips move in unison with yours, never wanting the kiss to end. Every second together has led up to this point, and now that you've had your slice of heaven, you never want anything else. As you pull yourself away from his lips, you look up at Robert, who's smiling broadly at you.

"God, I can't believe we didn't do that sooner," you whisper to him, and he nods in response.

"What do you say, shall we leave and continue what we started? I don't think I'll ever get enough of your lips, Gorgeous," Robert tells you, and you nod in response before turning to Lana, who shoots you an approving wink. You decide to text her later, but right now, all you want is Robert and to be wrapped up in his arms.

Robert took you to his apartment because he lives alone, meaning you won't get interrupted at night. When the door swings open, Robert lets you walk in first, and you take in his apartment. You have been there a few times before but never to spend the night, and ever since your kiss, the dynamic between both of you has shifted positively.

"Can I offer you something to drink, Gorgeous?" Robert walks into the kitchen, ready to grab a bottle of water for himself and your drink. You decide to go for a bottle of water, too, and he throws it to you before twisting his cap and taking a few long sips of the ice-cold liquid. He's trying to calm his nerves down because as many times as he may have thought about you with his hand wrapped around his dick, this was very different and very real.

You're leaning against the edge of his kitchen island as you twist the cap back onto the bottle, your eyes following Robert's every move. The anticipation in your body ensures that you're senses are heightened and your pupils are dilated as lust starts to take over. When Robert gathers every last bit of his courage, he walks over to you, caging you between the island and himself with his arms.

"Look at you, Gorgeous, such a beautiful sight," he tells you, a smile dancing on his lips as he takes in your features while leaning in for a kiss. When your lips are ghosting over one another, you press yourself against him, needing him more than you've ever needed anyone in your life.

A soft moan escapes your lips as Robert's thigh wedges its way between yours, pressing against your needy, weeping pussy as you feel the arousal flooding your panties. Out of sheer instinct, you start gliding over his thigh, and he flexes it just enough to give you the pleasure you're so desperately wanting without giving it to you just yet.

"What do you want, Gorgeous? You have to tell me what you want; otherwise, I won't know how to help you," he says teasingly, a moan tumbling from your lips again as he flexes his thigh again. Your head falls back in pleasure, and you work yourself over his thigh harder in an effort to fall over the edge and cum for him.

"R-Robert, please," you beg, but it's not enough; he wants to hear you ask for what you want, as he can't get enough of hearing your sweet voice begging for your release.

"Please, what, Gorgeous?" "Please, make me cum!" you tell him while you keep working yourself on his thigh. His lips make contact with your pulse point, and this time, he flexes just enough to have you crying out shortly after, your panties completely ruined now that you've cum for him, and this will be the first of the night.

"Good girl, Gorgeous, how about we move this to the bedroom? I can't fucking wait to see my girl completely bare for me," he growls, and you nod before letting him grab your hand and lead you to his bedroom. Once there, your clothes are slowly removed, every item of clothing sliding down your body, followed by an array of kisses, not a single inch of your skin untouched.

"Hmm, look at that, Gorgeous. You look like an angel with this white lace on your beautiful curves, but like I said, I want to see my girl bare for me," he says before ripping your bra and panties apart, not caring about it right now. He's getting impatient and desperate to taste your sweet release.

"Lay on your back for me, and spread these delicious thighs while I undress for you, Gorgeous," he gently orders, and you do as he asks. When your head hits the pillows, you spread your thighs for him so he can have a perfect view of your dripping pussy, and his mouth is watering at the sight in front of him. Before you know it, he's completely bare, too, and lying between your legs.

His tongue glides through your folds effortlessly as he licks up every drop of your sweet nectar, groaning as the taste of it hits his tongue. His eyes are trained on your face, and he revels in the way your brows are knitted together as your fingers are playing with your nipples. They've been pebbled since the moment you first set foot in his apartment, and now they only add to your pleasure as you roll and tug them gently, just the way you like.

Robert's tongue switches from stimulating your clit to dipping into your entrance before flattening and licking a few broad stripes along your folds, making your hips buck up as your orgasm creeps closer. Once he adds his fingers into the mix as well, thrusting them in and out of you at a rapid pace, you fall over the edge with a loud moan of his name, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.

"That's it, Gorgeous, cum for Daddy! Such a good girl for me," he says, and he feels himself harden even more as he calls himself Daddy. It's not something he's ever done before, but with you, it feels natural, and he said it before he could even comprehend what was happening.

"Hmmm, I love you, Daddy," you say as you come down from your high, and it's the first time you've ever told someone you love them. Though it's something you've always felt for him, it never felt quite right to say to him until now, when you're just over the peak of your pleasure.

"What did you say, Gorgeous? I could've sworn you told me that you love me," he says as he noses your neck gently, leaving soft kisses and sucking minor bruises there too.

"I did, Daddy; I love you so much," you tell him, and a deep blush covers Robert's cheeks. He's never been told someone loves him - apart from his family -though he can never get enough of hearing you say it.

"Love you too, Gorgeous, love you so fucking much, and I'm an absolute idiot for not telling you sooner," Robert says before lining up with your entrance, every thought about protection long gone. The tip of his cock is already a stretch in your tight pussy, and after a few careful, shallow thrusts, he slides in, both of you moaning loudly at the feeling.

"D-Daddy! Feels so b-big," you whine softly as tears appear in the corners of your eyes from the stretch. He stills for a while to let you adjust to him, wanting nothing more than to make it pleasurable. He doesn't want to hurt you, after all.

"Ssh, it's okay, Gorgeous. Take your time. I'm here with you; nothing can happen to you as long as I take care of you,'' Robert whispers before sliding in further, keeping his gaze trained on your face until he bottoms out, another loud moan escaping from you both.

The look on Robert's face is filled with nothing short of love, and with a few small kisses on your lips and cheeks, he starts sliding out before sliding back in again, all while holding you as close as he can. Having sex with someone has never felt this intimate, and you wrap your arms around his chest and your legs around his waist to feel him even closer.

"Feels so good, Daddy, you stretch me so good," you whisper in his ear while Robert keeps a slow, gentle pace, taking his time with you. He has you completely, and he never plans on letting you go. You seek out his soft lips, his taste invading your mouth instantly as you feel like you float. As long as you're in Robert's arms, nothing can happen to you, and he will protect you.

"Don't know how I got so lucky to have you, Gorgeous; I must've been a saint in a past life to deserve someone as amazing as you," he whispers, a blush now creeping over your cheeks at his sweet words.

Robert managed to keep the pace for a long time, sometimes switching to speeding up before letting it slow down again until both your orgasms were on the brink of exploding. A thin layer of sweat adorns your bodies, and love-filled glances are exchanged between endless love confessions.

"Cum for me, Gorgeous, then I'll give you all my cum too," Robert pants as his pace picks back up, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedly until you cum with a scream of his name, your back arching into him and your legs trembling from pleasure. Your brows are once again knitted together, and Robert will never get enough of the perfect 'o' your lips make as you cum.

"Oh, fuck! Going to cum for you, Gorgeous, balls are so heavy for you, I'm fucking desperate to cum for you, Babygirl, want to fuck a baby into you so badly!" he groans, and just before he cums inside you, he pulls out, his fist wrapping around his cock before jerking himself off, his warm seed landing on your pussy and the sheets.

"Hmm, look at that, Gorgeous, we made a beautiful mess together," he says before moving down and licking it from your pussy, overstimulation threatening to take over your body before he stops just in time. You're lying there completely boneless but deeply in love with the man you've been crushing on for a few years.

After a few cuddles, Robert ran you both a relaxing bath, massaging your sore muscles in the warm water between gentle kisses and soft praises; your mouth now constantly turned into a content smile.

"I love you, Gorgeous, and thank you for allowing me to make this evening so special," he whispers in your ear. And with those words, you fall asleep in the bath, not even noticing when Robert transfers you to the bed. That night, you sleep happily in his arms, a dreamless sleep taking you through the night.

The following day, you wake up in a large bed but alone. Once you open your eyes, you see that you're dressed in one of Robert's old football jerseys, practically a dress on you. When you get up, you walk to the lifesize mirror, taking in your appearance.

Your hair is brushed and hanging beautifully around your shoulders, but your neck is littered with minor purple bruises. When you turn around, you see a large number 7 on your back, under the word "Downey," which you could get used to. Wearing his name proudly, you strut into the kitchen, though you're still waking up as you see Robert making breakfast for the both of you and dancing to the music he put on.

"Good morning, Gorgeous!" he says enthusiastically. Still, all you do is groan, "Oh no, you're a morning person!" allowing yourself to sink into the oversized chair standing by the kitchen island.

"Yes, I am Gorgeous, and I have to say, you look magnificent with my jersey on. Though I prefer you with nothing on this amazing body of yours," he says as he gently squeezes your side, making you giggle.

"I love you, Robert, and thank you for everything last night," you tell him as you lean in for a kiss. Last night was the first of many and the most fantastic start to the rest of your lives together. Though it took you longer to get together than you had hoped, you still wouldn't trade it for the world. Telling people you got together after a game of Spin The Bottle is a unique story.

"I love you too, Gorgeous, now eat up because I have a lot more planned for today!" he tells you, followed by a kiss, and you can't wait to see what else he has in store for you today. Though as long as you're in his hands, you know it will be perfect for every second.

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foxgloveprincess · 9 months

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Summary: When problems arise, the group always works together.

Word Count: 1,597

Attic Wives Anonymous Masterlist

Warnings: Dark, Lots of Implied References to Dark Themes/Actions, Kidnapping, Death/Murder, Stalking/Surveillance, Possessiveness, Banter, Cursing, Callous Regard for Life. Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: I’m loving tying these chapters in to connect the other stories in this universe. Next stories I’ll be working on are Lloyd’s introduction and a second chapter for Andy and maybe Jake. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!

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“Fuck!” Andy storms into the meeting hall, carding his fingers through his hair. “Fuck.” He slumps into the seat set up for him and runs his hand over his face. “She’s sick.”

“Your happy little housewife?” Lloyd asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Color me surprised.”

“Have you contacted the doctor yet?” Ari asks, cutting a sharp look toward the mercenary before returning his attention to the Andy.

“He can’t see her til Saturday,” he sniffs, standing up to pace back and forth outside the circle. His hand covers his mouth as he does, attempting to hide his worry, his weakness.

“Your girl isn’t going to die from a couple days in bed,” Robert snarks with a roll of his eyes.

Andy drops his hand and glares at the blasé remark. “Watch your mouth.”

Lloyd snaps a few times, drawing attention, excitement shining in his eyes. “Now’s your chance,” he enthuses with a smile and tilt of his brow. “The perfect time to move your girl outta that shitty basement and up into the cozy attic.” He gestures with his hands and shakes his head with mirth. “She’s weak and vulnerable right now. You show her you’re not a complete bastard and just want to take care of her—I’m telling you, it’ll be perfect.”

“I already offered to take her up there,” Andy growls, and resumes pacing. “She spat in my face.”

Lloyd snorts, waving through the air as he says, “Wait, wait, wait. You gave her a choice?”

“Of course I gave her a choice,” Andy snaps back. His voice drops, under his breath he sneers, “I’m not a monster.”

Lloyd cackles and clutches at his chest. “That’s exactly what you are, goody two-shoes.”

Robert grunts in agreement. Ari remains silent but fold his arms across his chest and cooly meets the attorney’s eye.

“Roll with it,” Robert advises, “the sooner you accept that you’re no longer squeaky clean, the more you can shape your life into what you want.”

The doors opposite each other in the meeting room both burst open. Jake enters one, Ransom the other—both hurried and bordering on frantic.

“Guys, I need help,” Jake says as Ransom blurts, “I’m in deep shit.”

The rest of the group turn toward one or the other, confused by their behavior. Andy’s hands raise in a gesture of affronted incredulity. Ari’s raise to silence them all.

“Wait a minute, one at a time,” the older man bids. The two exchange a terse glance before nodding toward the de facto leader of the group. “What’s wrong?” he asks with a wave toward Jake’s direction.

The young man’s hands fidget, fingers flexing and arms crossing. “It’s her agent,” he replies, a sharp bite in his tone, “she needs to stay the fuck away from my angel.”

“What?” Robert asks, a lecherous glint in his eye, “she making a move?”

Jake’s head shakes, brow furrowed in his displeasure. “She’s trying to push her into a PR relationship.” He pauses and faces the group, vulnerable before them and desperation bright behind his glasses. “I haven’t been able to find it in the emails yet, but I know it’s there. My baby would never do this to me.” He meets the eye of every other member of the group, pleading without words. “I gotta get her away from that.”

Lloyd’s brow quirks. Ari’s furrows in thought. Andy pulls out his chair to take a begrudging seat. Ransom continues to stand—waiting for attention to return to his dilemma.

“Is that right?” Lloyd asks, resting his fingers over his lips and breathing deeply. His lips quirk at scent lingering at the tips. Though his tone remains dubious, he leans forward in interest. “Seems your only choice is to grab her. You ready?”

“I am,” Jake agrees with a quick nod. “But even if I weren’t, I couldn’t leave her like that.”

Lloyd’s hand falls away to reveal a smirk before he glances to the other two experienced members of the group. Ari nods. Robert shrugs. At the exchange, Ransom rolls his eyes, his foot beginning to tap in impatience.

“It’ll be tricky for you with her celebrity,” Ari intones, still thoughtful as he leans back and crosses his arms. “Too many people might notice her disappearance.” His head tilts toward the mercenary in the group. “You think you could figure it out?”

Lloyd’s shoulders lift in an enthusiastic shrug. “If I call in a favor or two. Could play it off like how I got my sweet li’l girl,” he muses with excitement. “Or you wanna handle this Freezy?”

“Fuck that,” the man in question grunts, voice gritty with annoyance. He pulls out a cigarette and rests it on his bottom lip while searching his pockets. “You deal with that shit.” The click of the lighter concludes his refusal with a beat of finality.

“Oooh,” Lloyd drawls, hands rubbing together. His eye gleam and mischief radiates from his every pore. “This is gonna be fun.” He leans back, brandishing his phone and begins tapping happily on the screen. The light of it highlights his features and his macabre glee at his task.

Jake takes the empty seat beside him and observes over his shoulder. A point and mutter of suggestion exchanged between the two as they work together. All thought of the group forgotten.

“Now,” Robert says with a snap of his fingers toward Ransom’s looming figure, “can we make this quick? My princess got hit by the crimson tide and I need to get in there. The fuck is up with you?”

Ransom startles out of his thoughts, stepping forward and gripping the back of his chair. “I found her,” he snarls—his ire either directed at the hitman’s testy temperament or his own predicament without clear target.

“You did?” Ari asks without an attempt at concealing his skepticism.

“Yeah, I did,” Ransom replies with insulted emphasis.

Lloyd’s head pops up from his phone, curiosity sparkling despite Jake’s perturbation at the pause. “What number was she on your list?”

Ransom’s fingers squeeze the plastic of the chair. It creaks under his grip and the legs flex dangerously. His head dips and he mumbles. No one catches a word.

Andy leans forward, trying to decipher the man’s quiet response without success and asks, “What was that?”

Ransom looks up with a fierce glare. His jaw ticks as he grits out, “She wasn’t on my list.”

No one makes a comment until Lloyd crows with laughter. He grips his peck and doubles over, too pleased by the revelation. Robert smirks and pushes his glasses up his nose. Ransom rolls his eyes and skirts around the chair to sit.

“I’m glad you’re settling down,” Ari says with a firm pat to Ransom’s shoulder.

He huffs in response and leans back in his seat, letting his legs spread wide. “Unfortunately, she works for my grandad and that old bastard will definitely suspect me when she disappears, but I need her.”

“Serves you right,” Lloyd says with a snicker and elbow to the tech genius beside him. Jake shifts and only briefly lifts his gaze from his device. “Now you gotta be just as love sick as the rest of us.”

Ransom hisses and sneers, but the mercenary’s already back to his task.

“That it?” Robert puffs smoke toward him with the question.

The trust fund baby grimaces. “Yes,” he bites.

“Thank fuck. I can do that easy.” The hitman stands and shrugs on his jacket. “I’ll text you in a couple weeks. Just make sure when I do, you get witnesses—preferably your grampa himself. You’ll be in the clear and go home to a sweet li’l thing in your attic.” He taps off the ash from his cigarette and cocks his head. “Just like I did with Mr. Hero over there for his hellcat.” He chuckles at Andy’s glare and straightens.

“That’s not gonna cut it,” Ransom barks back. “Harlan’s way too cunning. He’ll know.” He gestures to his temple and stands back up, stepping firmly toward the hitman. “It can’t just be a smash and grab. We’ll need to plan this out step by step—a long game.”

“Fine. Do it your way, prick,” Robert grunts with a glare, nudging his chair back from the circle. “Now, can I get home?”

The men exchange looks. Jake stands, phone tucked to his side. A wave of his hand prompts Lloyd to follow. Lloyd looks up and shrugs, grabbing his own jacket from his chair.

“If we don’t have any other business, I suppose.”

With a muttered, “great,” Robert spins on his heel and charges off without any further notice.

Ransom grumbles and glances around in agitation, hesitating only a second before dashing after the hitman’s quickly retreating figure. The door closes behind them with a clunk. Jake follows, a skip in his step while Lloyd brings his phone to his ear and greets the voice on the line. A flash of a wink sent over his shoulder toward the oldest member of the group before he bursts out the door.

Ari hums, deep and low, and turns toward Andy. The man’s jaw ticks with frustration. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Shame hangs heavy on his shoulders, a sense of failure. Ari can smell it in the air. He smooths his hands over his thighs and waits for the D.A. to acknowledge him. Andy turns almost immediately, eager to hear any word of advice.

“I think it’s time I step in,” Ari declares leaving no room for argument.

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oceanfossil · 6 months

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layce2015 · 7 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Point Of No Return

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

Dean packs away his belongings in a box, including his leather jacket, his keys, his gun, and a letter. It had been a couple of days since Dean broke up with (y/n) and turned his back on this mission. He just had about enough of this crap.

He marks the box for Robert Singer after he tapes it shut. Dean walks up to the dresser in front of mirror and pours himself a drink and raising the glass to his lips. "Sending someone a candy-gram?" Sam asked, causing Dean to pause before he could take a sip.

Dean turn to look at him, shocked. "How'd you find me?" He asked. "You're going to kill yourself, right?" Sam asked, trying not to sound bitter. "Is that why you broke (y/n)'s heart and left her behind?" Sam asked, trying to hold back anger. "I'm not going to kill myself." Dean said. "No? So Michael's not about to make you his Muppet?" Sam asked and Dean shakes his head and took a swig of his drink.

"What the hell, man? This is how it ends? You just...walk out?" Sam asked. "Yeah, I guess." Dean muttered, pouring himself another drink. "How could you do that?" Sam asked. "How could I?" Dean asked, slamming the bottle of alcohol back on the dresser as he stares at his brother sharply. "All you've ever done is run away." He spat at his younger brother.

"And I was wrong. Every single time I did!" Sam exclaimed, Dean stares back. "Just...please. Not now. Bobby is working on something." Sam pleads. "Oh, really? What?" Dean asked, moving back over to the bed but Sam doesn't respond.

"You got nothing and you know it." Dean said, he scoffs and takes a sip of his drink. "You know I have to stop you." Sam muttered. Dean sniffs and sets his glass on the box, not finishing it. "Yeah, well, you can try. Just remember: You're not all hopped up on demon blood this time." He said.

"Yeah, I know. But I brought help." Sam said. Dean turns around to find Castiel standing behind him. Before he could react, Castiel touches his fingers to Dean's forehead, knocking him out.

After returning to Bobby's house, Sam and Bobby were reading through books. Castiel leans against the doorway the leads into the kitchen, watching Dean pace like hawk. "Yeah, no, this is good. Really. You know, eight months of turned pages and screwed pooches but tonight, tonight's when the magic happens." Dean said, sarcastically. "You ain't helpin'." Bobby said. "Yeah, well, why don't you let me get out of your hair, then?" Dean asked, Bobby look up from his book to stare at him.

Suddenly, Ariel appears and she stomps over to Dean and slaps him. "What the hell happened to you? Why did you hurt (y/n)?" She asked him, angrily, while Sam, Cas and Bobby look on in shock. Dean shakes his head slightly at this then turns to face Ariel. "Reality happened. Nuclear's the only option we have left. Michael can ice the devil, save a boatload of people." Dean replied. "But not all of them. We gotta think of something else." Ariel said.

"Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say. But if Lucifer burns this mother down, and I coulda done something about it, guess what? That's on me!" Dean yelled. "So you are just gonna give up and turn on the people who love you?" Ariel said as she gestures to Bobby, Sam and Cas. "To the woman who loves you with all of her heart?" She asked. "What I did to (y/n) was to protect her!" Dean yells at Ariel.

“You call that protection? She never asked you to protect her, you made that decision for her. You hurt her in a way that’s unforgivable and unfair to her. You think it was out of love but in reality it was selfish.” Ariel said and Dean looks at her offended. “Selfish?” He repeated, angrily. “You left her behind in tears not because you didn’t want her getting hurt. You left her because you didn’t want to risk the pain of losing her. YOU didn’t want to get hurt!” Ariel exclaimed and Dean glares at her. “You didn’t respect her or believe she was capable enough to fight along side us.” Ariel yelled as she steps closer to him. “You don’t know a damn thing!” Dean shouted.

“I know that you’re being a selfish coward!” Ariel shouted back, her eyes glowing blue as her shadowy wings appeared, spreading out to make herself appear larger and more threatening. Dean, cautiously, steps back as he stares at the angry archangel right in front of him. Sam and Bobby look at the wings in amazement, while Cas steps froward. “Ariel.” He said, warningly.

Ariel closes her eyes and calms down, her wings disappearing. When she opens her eyes, they're back to her vessel’s normal blue eyes. “And now you’re giving up. I used to respect that you were so resilient…but I can see now that I was wrong.” Ariel spat at him and Dean glares at her then turns his head away from her.

"Well, Ariel's right. You can't give up, son." Bobby said. Dean scoffs, shaking his head as he looks towards the floor. "You're not my father." He said, raising his head to look at Bobby, who stares back at him heartbroken. "And you ain't in my shoes." Dean said.

Bobby looks down, Sam turns to glare at Dean. When Dean looks over at Sam, Sam shakes his head at him. Bobby pulls out a gun out of his desk and sets it on the table. He takes a bullet out of his pocket and looks at it. "What is that?" Dean asked.

"That's the round that I mean to put through my skull." Bobby replied, setting the bullet down on his desk in front of him. "Every morning, I look at it. I think, Maybe today's the day I flip the lights out. But I don't do it. I never do it. You know why? BECAUSE I PROMISED YOU I WOULDN'T GIVE UP!" Bobby yells, angrily. Dean and Bobby stare at each other, no one saying anything. Then suddenly Castiel and Ariel grasp their heads and hunch over in pain. "Guys, you okay?" Sam asked, worried. "No." Castiel and Ariel replied, gasping.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked. "Something's happening." Ariel groans. "Where?" Dean asked. The two angels disappear and caused a gust of wind to throw papers around the room.

Later, Sam and Dean went into the kitchen and Sam looks over at his older brother. "You know...when (y/n) called me to tell me what you did. She barely could get her words out. I asked where she was and she was able to get that out and Cas got me to her." Sam said and Dean clenches his jaw at this.

"Sam..." he mutters, exasperated. "No, Dean, quit making excuses! I know you thought what you did was right but Ariel’s right, what you did was selfish!" Sam said. “Not you too.” Dean grumbled, looking up at the ceiling tired. “Did you even know what you did? You took away her choices and pick what you think is best for her. That’s controlling and possessive.” Sam said.

“Oh it is?” Dean asked. “Yes it is! (Y/n) is a person not a piece of property. She has needs and as her boyfriend it’s your job to respect them and try to fulfill them.” Sam said. “What, you’re some relationship expert now, huh? No offense but I don’t really want advice from the guy who’s had every relationship with a woman end poorly.” Dean said and Sam glares back at him when another gust of wind blows papers around and Castiel and Ariel appear with a body.

"Help." Cas said and the two angels lay the body down on the cot right as Sam and Dean ran in from the kitchen. They look at the body and freeze when they saw it was Adam.

Bobby wheels himself over to the cot to look at him. "Who is it?" He asked. "That's our brother." Sam replied. "Wait a minute. Your brother? Adam?" Bobby asked, astounded. "Guys, what the hell?" Dean asked, turning to the angels who place two angel blades on the desk. "Angels." Ariel said.

"Angels? Why?" Sam asked. "I know one thing for sure. We need to hide him now." Castiel said, walking over to Adam and placing his hand to his chest. He brands the Enochian symbols on Adam's ribs to hide him from angels. This also cause Adam to wake up from the pain and sit up startled looking around.

"Where am I?" He asked. "It's okay. Just relax, you're safe." Sam assured him. "Who the hell are you?" Adam asked. "You're going to find this a little...a lot crazy, but we're actually your brothers." Dean said and Adam gives him a look of disbelief. "It's the truth. John Winchester was our father, too. See, I'm Sam..." Sam started to say, but Adam talked over him. "Yeah, and I'm sure that's Dean. I know who you are." Adam said then he looks around, as if he was looking for someone.

"Isn't there supposed to be a girl with you?" He asked and Dean turns his head away, upset. "She's not here right now. But...how do you know who we are?" Sam asked after everyone gave Adam a look of astonishment. "They warned me about you." Adam said. "Who did?" Dean asked. "The angels. Now where the hell is Zachariah?!" Adam asked.

After letting Adam clean himself up, they all sat down to figure out what's going on. "So why don't you just tell us everything? Start from the beginning." Dean said. "Well, I was dead and in Heaven. 'Cept it...it uh, kinda looked like my prom and I was making out with this girl, her name was Kristin McGee..." Adam explained, smiling a little. "Yeah, that sounds like heaven. Did you get to third base?" Dean asked. Sam clears his throat, shooting Dean a look. "Just uh, just keep going." Sam said to Adam.

"Well, these...these angels, they popped out of nowhere, and they tell me that I-I'm chosen." Adam said. "For what?" Sam asked. "To save the world." Adam replied. "How you gonna do that?" Dean asked. "Oh, me and some archangel are going to kill the devil." Adam said, nonchalantly.

"What archangel?" Dean asked, confused. "Michael. I'm his uh, sword or vessel or something, I don't know." Adam said and Dean scoffs. "Well, that's insane." He said. "Not necessarily." Ariel said. "How do you mean?" Dean asked, looking over his shoulder at the angel. "It sounds like they're moving on from you, Dean." Ariel said.

"Well that doesn't make sense." Dean said. "He is John Winchester's bloodline, Sam's brother. It's not perfect, but it's possible." Castiel explained. "Well you gotta be kidding me." Dean grumbled. "Why would they do this?" Sam asked. "They're desperate. They wrongly assumed Dean would be brave enough to withstand them." Ariel said as she gives Dean a hard look.

"Alright, you know what? Blow me, Ariel." Dean growled. Castiel stares back, confused, while Ariel looks at him in, shock horror. "Excuse me?!" She exclaims but Sam speaks up, trying to avoid another fight. "Look, no way. After everything that's happened? All that crap about destiny? Suddenly the angels have a Plan B? Does that smell right to anybody?" Sam asked.

"You know this has been a really moving family reunion, but uh, I got a thing, so..." Adam said, standing up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, no, no, no. Sit down. Just listen, okay? Please." Sam pleaded, stopping him. Adam stares at him and shakes his head then sits back down. "It's unbelievable." He muttered. "Now, Adam...the angels are lying to you. They're full of crap." Sam said. "Yeah, I don't think so." Adam said.

"Really. Why not?" Sam asked. "Um, 'cause they're angels." Adam replied. "They tell you they were gonna roast half the planet?" Sam asked. "They said the fight might get pretty hairy, but it is the devil, right? So we got to stop him." Adam said.

"Yeah, but there's another way." Sam said. "Great. What is it?" Adam asked. "We're working on the power of love." Dean said and Sam glares at him. "How's that going?" Adam asked. "Mmm. Not good." Dean said, smiling.

"Look, Adam...You don't know me from a hole in the wall, I know. But I'm begging you. Please, just trust me. Give me some time." Sam said. "Give me one good reason." Adam said. Sam thinks for a moment. "Because we're blood." He said and Adam glares at him. "You've got no right to say that to me." He spat, making Sam look at him confused.

"You're still John's boy." Bobby reminded him. "No, John Winchester was some guy who took me to a baseball game once a year. I don't have a dad. So we may be blood, but we are not family. My mom is my family. And if I do my job, I get to see her again. So no offense, but she's the one I give a rat's ass about, not you." Adam explained. "Fair enough. But if you have one good memory of dad, just one, then you'll give us a little more time. Please." Sam pleaded.

That night, Sam enters the kitchen and catches Adam trying to sneak out. "Going somewhere?" Sam asked. Adam stops making a frustrated gesture and turn around to face him. "Out for a...beer." He said, pointing to the door, and Sam claps his hands. "Great. We got beer. Have a seat." Sam said, going to the fridge. "Great." Adam grumbled, walking over to the table and taking a seat.

"You know, you pitched this whole dewy-eyed bromance thing, but the truth is, I'm on lockdown, aren't I?" He asked. "Adam, you may not believe it, but dad was trying to protect you. Keeping you from all of this." Sam said, as he walks over to the table, setting two beers in front of him and Adam then taking a seat next across from Adam.

"Yeah well, I guess the monster that ate me didn't get that memo." Adam said. "You remember that?" Sam asked. "Oh yeah." Adam replied. "Still, trust me. The one thing worse than seeing dad once a year was seeing him all year." Sam said.

"Do you know how full of crap you are?" Adam asked and Sam gives him a stunned look. "What?" He asked. "Really. You see, it was me and it was my mom. That's it. She worked the graveyard shift at the hospital. I cooked my own dinners. I put myself to bed. So you can say whatever you want about our dad, but the truth is, I would have taken anything." Adam explained and Sam nods his head a little.

"Alright?" Adam asked. "Look, if we had known we had a brother..." Sam started to say. "Well, you didn't, so..." Adam spat. "We would have found you." Sam said. Adam scoffs and shakes his head. "Look, I can't change the past. I wish I could. But from here on out..." Sam said. "What? We gonna hop in the family truckster? Pop on down to Wally World?" Adam said, sarcastically, and Sam chuckles, lightly, at this. "Tell you one thing, with an attitude like that, you would have fit right in around here." Sam said.

In the basement, Dean was locked up in the panic room. He paces around, annoyed, when the door opens and Castiel and Ariel walk in. Dean turns around just as Ariel steps aside to reveal (y/n) standing behind her.

Suddenly, Dean felt his heart break as he sees her. Her eyes still looked a bit red and she had her arms folded across her chest, glaring at Dean. "Why don't you guys go help Sam to keep an eye on Adam? Dean and I need to talk." (Y/n) said, her voice sounding hoarse.

"You sure?" Ariel asked her and (y/n) nods and the two angels leave, shutting the door behind them. The duo stare at each other for a moment before Dean decides to try and lighten the mood as the air was thick with tension. "Well, (y/n), not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that...I got laid." He said as he points at her glaring face.

(y/n) scoffs at this but Dean could've sworn he heard a bit of amusement and laugh as she did this. Almost like she was hiding her laughter. Dean frowns slightly as (y/n) paces back and forth.

"Look, I know you're pissed..." Dean said and she scoffs again. "Understatement of the freakin' century." (Y/n) said, in harsh sarcasm. "But this..." Dean said, gesturing to the panic room. "Isn't really necessary." He finished. "Well, we got our hands full, Dean...A house full of flight risks from what Sam told me." (y/n) said. "I'm not letting him do it." Dean said. "Who, Adam? No, I'm...I'm not, either. And neither is Sam." (y/n) said. "No, you're not getting me." Dean said, turning away.

"Oh, no, no, I get you perfectly. But I'm not letting you do it, either." (Y/n) said, in a harsh voice. Dean sighs then takes a seat on a table in the room. "That kid's not taking a bullet for me." He said. "Dean..." (y/n) said, exasperated. "I'm serious. I mean, think about how many people we've gotten killed, (y/n). Mom, Dad, your Mom and Dad, Jess, Jo, Ellen. Should I keep going?" Dean asked her. "It's not like we pulled the trigger." (Y/n) argued.

"We might as well have. I'm tired, (y/n). I'm tired of fighting who I'm supposed to be." Dean said. "Well, do you think maybe you could take a half a second and stop trying to sacrifice yourself for a change? Maybe we could actually stick together?" (Y/n) yells at him, angrily. "I don't think so." Dean mutters, sadly. "Why not? Dean, seriously. Tell me. I-I want to know." (y/n) said and Dean sits there, staring at her then turns his head away from her. "Don't you dare shut down on me! Talk to me, please!" (Y/n) pleaded.

"I just...I-I don't believe." Dean said. "In what?" (y/n) asked. Dean looks at (y/n), brokenly. "In Sam." He said. (Y/n) turns her head away, not wanting to hear that. "I mean, I don't. I don't know whether it's gonna be demon blood or some other demon chick or what, but...I do know they're gonna find a way to turn him." Dean said. "So you're saying Sam's not strong enough." (y/n) said, questionably. "He's angry, he's self-righteous. Lucifer's gonna wear him to the prom, (y/n). It's just a matter of time." Dean said.

(Y/n) shakes her head at this. "Don't say that. Not you...of all people. I mean, this is your own brother!" (Y/n) said, tearfully. "I don't want to. But it's the truth. And when Satan takes him over, there's got to be somebody there to fight him, and it ain't gonna be that kid. So, it's got to be me." Dean said.

"Dean, c'mon..." (y/n) said. "Well, what else you want me to say, (y/n)!" Dean shouts at her. “I want you to say you’re not going to leave!” (Y/n) shouted back and Dean stares at her. “The Dean I know would never agree to heaven’s plans. Never agree to be possessed by some dick archangel and fight Sam to the death.” (Y/n) said, getting angry.

Dean stares at her for a moment, then looks down. “I guess that Dean is long gone.” He mutters. (Y/n) looks at him, her eyes watering up a little. “I miss him.” She whispered and Dean nods, continuing to look at the ground.

That night, Adam was laying on the cot, asleep, and Castiel and Ariel watch him closely while Bobby and Sam sit in the living room area. At that point, they hear the basement door open and they turn their heads to see (y/n) coming in. "How's he doing?" Bobby asked and (y/n) shrugs and scoffs.

"How you doing?" Sam asked her and she nods slightly. Castiel and Ariel turn and walk to the basement door, heading downstairs. "I could be better." She sighs and takes a seat next to Sam. "Did he say anything? Like why he's suddenly changing his mind on this?" Sam asked her and she gives him a sympathetic look.

"He did but...I don't think you're gonna like what he said." She said and Sam's face turns serious. "What did he say?" He asked and (y/n) swallows before she goes to say what Dean said.

Meanwhile, Castiel and Ariel make their way down stairs when they heard a crash and the duo go to the panic room door. "Dean?" Cas calls out but no answer then they enter the room. "Dean?" Ariel calls out. "Cas. Ariel." Dean said as he stands by a cabinet with an angel banishing sigil drawn on the inside of it.

He presses his hand to it, sending Castiel and Ariel away screaming, then Dean escapes.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam and I went down to the basement to check on Dean, Castiel and Ariel only to discover the panic room was open and a angel banishing sigil was painted on the locker door. We ran back upstairs to the library, grabbing our jackets.

"Where's Cas and Ariel?" Bobby asked. "Blown to Oz." Sam replied. "Look, we'll get Dean. He couldn't have gone too far. Just watch Adam." I said. "How? You may have noticed, he's got a slight height advantage." Bobby said. "Then cuff him to your chair. I don't know. Just watch him." I said and we leave to look for Dean.

Unfortunately, we were unable to find him, so we return to Bobby's where he told us Adam was gone. "Bobby, what do you mean, Adam is gone?" Sam asked him. "Should I say it in Spanish?" Bobby asked, sarcastically. "He's gone how? What the hell, Bobby?!" I asked, spreading my arms out in frustration. "Watch your tone, girl. He was right in front of me, and he disappeared into thin air." Bobby said.

There was a gust of wind follow by the sound of flapping wings and Castiel and Ariel appear carrying a bloody and battered Dean between them as paper falls down around them. "Because the angels took him." Castiel said.

"Oh God, what the hell happened to him?" I asked as I run to Dean and cup his face. Despite that he broke my heart, I do still care about him. "Us." Ariel replied as she gestures between her and Cas.

"What do you mean, the angels took Adam? You branded his ribs, didn't you?" Bobby asked as he looks over at Cas. "Yes. Adam must have tipped them." Castiel said. "How?" Bobby asked. "I don't know. Maybe in a dream." Castiel said. "Well, where would they have taken him?" Sam asked.

We take Dean back down to the panic room where we handcuffe him to a cot. Sam and I sit down and wait for Dean to wake. When he did, he jerk on the handcuff discovering his situation and turn his head to see us.

"How you feeling?" Sam asked as Dean sits up on the cot. "Word to the wise: don't piss off the nerd angels. So how's it going?" Dean asked. "Adam's gone. The angels have him." Sam said. "Where?" Dean asked.

"The room where they took us." I replied, remembering Zachariah kidnapping me and placing me in that room just because I was looking for Sam. "You sure?" Dean asked. "Cas did a re-con." I said. "And?" Dean asked. "And the place is crawling with mooks...Pretty much a no-shot-in-hell, hail-Mary kind of thing." Sam said. "Ah, so the usual. What are you guys going to do?" Dean asked.

"For starters...we're bringing you with." Sam said, getting up and walking over to Dean. "Excuse me?" Dean asked, confused. "There are too many of them. We can't do it alone. And uh, you're pretty much the only game in town." I said, unlocking Dean's handcuffs and releasing him. I walk back over to Sam and toss the key on the desk. "Isn't that a bad idea?" Dean asked.

"Cas, Ariel and Bobby think so. We're not so sure." Sam said, nodding between me and him. "Well, they're right. Because either it's a trap to get me there to make me say yes, or it's not a trap and I'm gonna say yes anyway. And I will. I'll do it. Fair warning." Dean said. "No, you won't. When push shoves, you'll make the right call." Sam said. "You know, if tables were turned...I'd let you rot in here. Hell, I have let you rot in here." Dean said.

"Yeah, well...I guess I'm not that smart." Sam said. "I-I don't get it. Guys, why are you doing this?" Dean asked us, confused. "Because...you're still my big brother." Sam replied. Dean stared at him stunned, then looks over at me. "Even though, you can be an ass sometimes, I still care about you." I said, bitterly, as I fold my arms and Dean gives me a look that I could see is full regret then he looks down.

Cas and Ariel palce us outside to what looked like an abandoned warehouse. "Where the hell are we?" Dean asked. "Van Nuys, California." Castiel asked. "Where's the beautiful room?" I asked. "In there." Castiel said as he nods to the warehouse. "The beautiful room is in an abandoned muffler factory in Van Nuys, California?" Dean asked. "Where'd you think it was?" Castiel asked. "I-I don't know. Jupiter? A blade of grass? Not Van Nuys." Dean said. "I thought it was some dining room in Heaven." I said and Ariel chuckles and shakes her head.

"Tell me again why you two don't just grab Adam and shazam the hell out of there." Sam said to Castiel. "Because there are at least five angels in there." Ariel replied. "So? You guys are fast." I said. "They're faster." Castiel said, undoing his tie to take it off and wrap it around his palm. "Ariel and I'll clear them out. You three grab the boy. This is our only chance." He said as he and Ariel turn towards the door of the warehouse.

"Whoa, wait. You two gonna take on five angels?" Dean asked. "Yes." Castiel and Ariel replied. "Isn't that suicide?" Dean asked. "Maybe it is. But then I won't have to watch you fail. I'm sorry, Dean. I don't have the same faith in you that Sam and (y/n) does." Castiel said and a tinge of regret passes over Dean's face. "I used to but....I'm not so sure now." Ariel said as Castiel pulls a box cutter out of his trench-coat pocket.

"What the hell are you gonna do with that?" I asked him and Castiel hands Ariel the box cutter. The two share a look before Cas nods at her and she uses the box cutter to carve an angel-banishing sigil into his chest. Then the two go inside the warehouse.

We waited outside until we heard the sound of angels being banished, which was a pretty good sign that we can go in now. Dean went on in ahead and after a while Sam and I enter the warehouse.

On our way to the box in the center of warehouse, we found saw one slain angel on a floor and an angel blade with blood on it. I pick up the blade and we enter the room, seeing Dean holding Adam up with Zachariah in front of them.

"Dean, please. Did you really think it would be that easy?" Zachariah asked. "Did you?" Dean asked. Sam and I came at Zachariah from behind with our angel blades. But Zachariah knock out blades out of our hands and sent us flying across the room, crashing into a divider.

"Sam! (Y/n)!" Dean yelled. "You know what I've learned from this experience, Dean? Patience." Zachariah said. He waves his hand and Adam falls to the floor, coughing up blood. "Adam?" Dean said, concerned, then he turns to Zachariah. "Let him go, you son of a bitch." Dean growled.

"I mean, I thought I was downsized for sure. And for us, a firing...pretty damn literal. But I should have trusted the boss man. It's all playing out like he said...You, me, your hemorrhaging brothers." Zachariah said. He turns his fist in our direction, causing Sam to cough up blood like Adam.

"Sam?" I said, worried, as I place my hands on his shoulders. "You're finally ready, right?" Zachariah asked. Dean looks from Zachariah to Sam and I, then to Adam who was lying on the floor, still coughing up blood. "Okay then..."Zachariah said then his raises his left hand out and, suddenly, it was like his hand was a magnet and I was a piece of metal as I fly towards him and Zachariah grabs my neck.

Then he proceeds to squeeze my neck, making me gasp for air. "No! Let her go! Leave her alone!" Dean yells, fearfully. "You know there's no other choice. There's never been a choice." Zachariah said. "Stop it. Stop it right now!" Dean said, tearfully. "In exchange for what?" Zachariah asked as he squeezes my neck tighter and at this point I was gasping for air while Sam and Adam continue to cough up blood.

"Damn it, Zachariah. Stop it, please. I'll do it." Dean said and Zachariah loosens his grip on my neck and I was able to breath a bit better. "I'm sorry. What was that?" Zachariah asked, holding his right hand up to his ear. "Dean...don't..." I gasped out in a raspy voice.

"Okay, yes. The answer is yes." Dean said. "Dean." Sam said, painful. "Please...don't." I said but Dean continues. "Do you hear me? Call Michael down, you bastard!" Dean exclaimed and Zachariah lowers me down as he continues to stare at Dean, shocked.

"How do I know you're not lying?" Zachariah asked him. "Do I look like I'm lying?" Dean asked. Zachariah stares at him for a moment then tosses me aside and I fall on my side then cough and gasp for air. "(Y/n)..." I hear Sam said as he crawls over to me and gives me a look that asks Are you okay? I nod to him as I cough again and Zachariah turns and speaks in Enochian, summoning the archangel Michael. "Zodiredo...noco...aberamage...nazodpesade..."

Sam and I give Dean, a questioning look while Dean looks at us, brokenly. "He's coming." Zachariah said, smiling. At that moment, Dean then smirks and winks at us and I furrow my brow, in confusion, at him. The room started shaking, causing the chandelier to chime.

"Of course, I have a few conditions." Dean said and Zachariah turn to look at him. "What?" He asked, confused. "The few people whose safety you have to guarantee before I say yes." Dean said. "Sure, fine. Make a list." Zachariah said. "But most of all...Michael can't have me until he disintegrates you." Dean said.

"What did you say?" Zachariah asked. "I said...before Michael gets one piece of this sweet ass...he has to turn you into a piece of charcoal." Dean said and Zachariah laughs. "You really think Michael's gonna go for that?" He asked.

"Who's more important to him now? You...or me?" Dean asked then Zachariah lunges at Dean, grabbing him by the front of his jacket. "You listen to me. You are nothing but a maggot inside a worm's ass. Do you know who I am...after I deliver you to Michael?" He asked. "Expendable." Dean replied, smugly. "Michael's not gonna kill me." Zachariah said, grinning. "Maybe not. But I am." Dean said then he stabs an angel blade, which he must've had hidden in his sleeve, into Zachariah's head through his chin.

Zachariah explodes into a bright light causing Dean to fall to the ground and then Zachariah lays on the ground, dead, with his wings burned onto the floor and wall.

White light and the ear-piercing noise that was getting louder indicated to us that Michael was coming. "Can you walk?" Dean asked Adam, helping him up. "Yeah." Adam replied. "Okay, come on." Dean said, running over to Sam and I. Dean helped us up and guided us to the door.

"Come on, move it!" Dean said to Adam, as we exit the room. The door slams shut behind us, leaving Adam locked inside. "NO! DEAN! HELP! IT WON'T OPEN!" Adam shouts and Dean leaves me and Sam on the ground and attempts to open the door from the outside but he is burned when he touches the knob.

"DEAN, HELP! DEAN!" Adam continued screaming. "Hold on! We'll get you out. Just hold on. Adam! Can you hear me?!" Dean asked but Adam doesn't respond. A bright white light illuminates from inside the room then it fades.

Dean test the doorknob then opens the door to find it an abandoned office. "Adam?" He called out, but he was gone. Dean looks around then looks over at Sam and I, lost for words.

Later, we steal a truck and were driving down a road at night. Dean was driving naturally, while Sam was in the passenger seat and I was stuck sitting in the middle between them. "You think Adam's okay?" Sam asked while I rubbed my neck. "Doubt it. Cas and Ariel either. But we'll get 'em." Dean said.

"So." I said, my voice still sounding a bit hoarse. "'So' what?" Dean asked. "I saw your eyes. You were totally rockin' the yes back there. So, what changed your mind?" I asked. "Honestly? The damnedest thing. I mean, the world's ending. The walls are coming down on us, and I look over to you two and all I can think about is, these stupid son of bitches brought me here. I just didn't want to let either of you down." Dean said and I scoff, lightly.

"You almost did. But you didn't." Sam said, holding up his index finger. "Who are you calling stupid?" I asked and I see the corner of his lips twitch up. "I owe you guys an apology." Dean said. "No, man. No, you don't." Sam said.

"Just...let me say this. I don't know if it's being a big brother or what, but to me, you've always been this snot-nosed kid that I've had to keep on the straight and narrow. That goes for you as well, princess. I think we all know that that's not either of you anymore. I mean, hell, if you two are grown-up enough to find faith in me...the least I can do is return the favor. So screw destiny, right in the face. I say we take the fight to them, and do it our way." Dean said, firmly.

Sam and I smile confidently at Dean. "Sounds good." Sam said. "I'm always down to kick some ass." I said. Dean glances over at us and smirks.

Later, we made a stop to one of my safehouses, not the one Dean abandoned me at, and decided to rest there. But while the boys were asleep in the spare rooms, I was sitting out on the porch on the swing. I couldn't sleep so I decided to come out here and just look out at the beautiful view in front of me.

Just a large valley of green grass and some hills off in the distance, the inky starry night blankets the sky and the gentle cool breeze blowing through the air. I smile and take a sip of my bottle water when I hear footsteps and the door open.

I look over and see it was Dean. The two of us stare at each, an awkward silence loomed over us. "Hey..." he greets, softly. "Hey.." I said back, my voice sounding back to normal. "How's, uh...How's your neck?" Dean asked me and I rub it. "Well, besides having this handprint shaped mark on my neck for awhile, it's alright." I said and Dean nods.

"Which means I'm probably gonna have to wear a turtle neck sweatshirt to cover it up. And that sucks, I hate turtlenecks, they make my neck look fat." I said and Dean chuckles a bit. I smile alittle before I let out a sigh. Then Dean walks up to me and gestures to the spot on the swing next to me. "Is it okay, if I sit here?" He asked me. I nodded and he takes the spot and both of us sit there in silence for a moment, the awkward silence still looming over us.

"So..." He said.

"So..." I said, awkwardly, and we sit there for a moment then Dean sighs. "(Y/n), I am so, so, sorry for what I did..." he said and I close my eyes, hoping that'll keep any upcoming tears flowing, as I continue to listen to him. "It was a dick thing to do to you but I thought I was doing the right thing. I wanted to protect you and keep you away from the chaos that was going to happen." He said and I nod, slightly.

"But Ariel was right. I was being selfish and I took that choice away from you and I should've talked to you about it. I was being an idiot and a coward." He said and I open my eyes and turn to him. "You said it not me." I said, smiling a little, as he rolls his eyes at this. But he looks over at me and noticed me smiling and he gives a small smile before it fades.

"I-I know you put up alot with me and with everything going on, but I do want to say I am truly sorry about everything. And...if..." he stops and sighs, sounding like he was nervous on to say his next words. "I'd understand if you didn't want to be with me or around me again...so...if you want to leave, you can. I won't stop you." He said and I frown a bit at him as I notice his eyes were filling with tears.

"Dean..." I croaked then I felt tears building up in my eyes. I close them again and take in a deep breath then let it out, slowly, then I open my eyes again. "I'm not abandoning you. Like I said, I'm ready to kick this in the ass and help you boys any way that I can. But...us...I mean..." I said as I gesture between me and him. "What you did really hurt me and I was scared, confused, hurt and angry. I felt like the world had already collapsed." I explained and he nods, slightly, as some tears roll down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, tearfully. "I know you are, Dean. And I do appreciate your apology. But..." I said and I could see the look of fear on his face. "I-I need time to think about us. I think...for now at least...we need a break. So, I'll still be by your side its just...I'm gonna be getting my own room for awhile now." I said and he nods again. "Okay..." he whispered.

*3rd Person POV*

"I'm gonna go to bed." (Y/n) said and Dean nods. "Okay, I'll be in here in a minute." Dean said and (y/n) gives him a look before she nods and heads inside. Now all alone, Dean wipes away the tears then hunches over, places his hands over his head and let's out a heavy, shaky sigh.

"You stupid son of a bitch." He mutters to himself, berating himself. "You really screwed up now." Dean mutters and he runs his hands over his head back and forth. Then he sits up and looks out at nature view he has as fresh tears runs down his face. He wipes them away and huffs out a breath.

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So you don’t have to answer this unless you want to but what are your thoughts of how reader, Bob and Rhett ask for comfort when they’re having a down day or when they’re upset.

Like I’ve had the thought that when Rhett is feeling down and just in need of some TLC he quietly walks up to one of his lovers and just wraps his arms around them, resting his head on their shoulder and watches whatever they are doing and just basking in the warmth of his lover.

Anyways what are your thoughts!

ohhhhh omg :( this is perfect. For the sake of organization, I wrote out Robert and Rhett individually and then included a bonus combination at the end💐

✧˖° Robert “Bob” Floyd:

Robby's quite subtle when it comes to asking for comfort. Not necessarily out of shyness, but because he genuinely doesn't think to ask for it a lot of the time? Being on his own in the Navy for so long has sort of put him in this headspace of dealing with his emotions and distress by himself. So, a majority of the time, it doesn't occur to him to reach out to you and ask for comfort. More often than not, the signs are loud and clear. To you, at least. He pokes at his food. His shoulders grow tenser. Spooks at small things that typically wouldn't surprise him, like a knock at the door. But because he hasn't thought much of his own distress, he's not entirely sure what to think when you ask if he's alright. Every once in a while, he gets to a point where he feels like he needs to reach out. And that almost always ends in him lingering in the doorway, silent until you acknowledge him. Only then does he mutter a soft, "bad day." Regardless of how you learn of his low mood, his preferred comfort never changes. Distraction. A long walk on a trail, buddying up and reading each other's favorite books, a movie marathon, visiting the library, and finding the most obscure novel or DVD on the shelves. He's not too particular about what you do, as long as it's done together and a relatively relaxing experience. Nothing that'll stress him out even more, y'know? That being said, Bob can sniff out a bad day from a mile away. You still haven't figured out what you're doing to set off the alarm bells. Sometimes, you'll come home from work to find that he's set up a nest of blankets and stuffed animals in your corner of the couch. Your favorite drink is always nearby, even if that meant he had to go out to get it. He doesn't press very hard. Usually, a small "Do you wanna talk about it?" is the most he'll offer. Generally suggests all of the things you like, but if you don't want any of those, he falls back on absurd suggestions to make you laugh. Do you want to go skydiving? Rocky mountain climbing? 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fumanchu? ...he is not above making a fool of himself just to get you to laugh.

✧˖° Rhett Abbott:

More than often, this ol' cowboy goes completely silent. Doesn't want to talk about what's got him upset. Refuses to recollect the events of the day that lowered his mood. He goes off by himself for a while, wallowing in the emotion of it all, and as soon as he's recollected himself, he's latching onto you. Snuggling up to you in bed. Coming up behind you, looping his arms around your waist, and resting his head against your shoulder until you're doing with what you're doing. Tagging along on your errands and sitting in the car while you head inside. Particularly enjoys it when you let him lay down and put his head in your lap. Especially when you run your fingers through his hair, gently raking your nails across his scalp. It'll put him to sleep within mere seconds. Rhett craves the quiet comfort of being with you and not saying a word. He doesn't need anything else, just an afternoon recharge with you. If you're having a bad day, all you need to do is quietly walk up to him and open your arms. He gets it. Of course, verbally asking for comfort works, too, but silence is a language this cowboy speaks the best. He loves on you the same way he would want it, a quiet presence that doesn't push for explanation or recollection. If you want to talk about it, that's fine with him, but he's not the type to press. And when he does speak, it's quiet. A whisper. Suggesting all of the things that make you feel better. Asking if you want to come to the feed store with him, promising to let you stop and see the new shipment of chicks. Suggesting a nap, a movie, or a long drive that may or may not get you both lost.

✧˖°Together:

...they're a mess. You would never think it, but one is easily affected by the other. Rhett's upset over something Perry said to him? Robby's upset right along with him. Usually doesn't even know what's bothered Rhett. Bob's having a bad day? Well, now Rhett's down in the dumps, too. You're upset? The entire household might just crumble apart. Poor Bobby has learned the hard way that Rhett needs some space before he's ready to be fussed over. There was an instance very early in the relationship when he unintentionally pushed before the cowboy was ready, and it sparked an explosive argument that ended in Rhett storming out for a couple of hours. Bob just wants to help, but Rhett's not ready for said help. It's only happened once, fortunately. The growing pains of a relationship, if you will. Nowadays, Bob's the first to notice when someone else is upset. Again, there's something about tiny interactions that set off alarms for him, and he falls into a routine. If it's Rhett who's upset, he'll settle up on the couch with a movie and wait until Rhett comes slinking around the corner like a feral cat. Rhett can and will lay directly on top of him and use him as a pillow. If you're upset, then Bob will go out of his way to get Rhett in the loop, and they'll set something up together. Usually ends with Bob comforting you and Rhett coming in with something he picked up on the way home from work. Sometimes, Rhett will notice Bobby's in a low mood, but Bob will deny it and say he's okay. All until a big ol' cowboy snuggles up on top of him like an oversized lapdog and stays there until the fool gets the picture. Think of Rhett as a gigantic weighted blanket. Similar to Bob, Rhett reaches out to let him know when you're upset. It's more of a 'hey, you're better at this than I am' than anything. Comfort isn't his strong suit, so if he can't figure out how to make you feel better, he can and will go out of his way to haul Bob into the room. Has actually swept the poor man off his feet and carried him to the couch for some family comfort time. Oh, but if they're both upset, it can go one of two ways. Bob's instincts kick in, and he devises a plan to make them both feel better, or they come bumbling into the room you're in like a pair of puppies. Glued at the hip, never once letting go of each other as Rhett snuggles into your side and Bob squeezes in to hitch his chin over your shoulder. A lot of the time, they unintentionally make themselves feel better by doing it because someone almost always starts giggling. Group naps and cuddles are the best things you can give them. Something quiet for Rhett but enough to distract Bob's wandering mind. Squish their cheeks, play with their hair; it all works. Being loved on is all they really ask for. And, of course, loving on you in return 💐

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