#Bobby x MC

[beccas-gf]

[thatwheelchairchick]

After The Villa - Chapter 3

[hotchocolatelovesyou]

I'm replaying Season 2 and I'm trying to be a bitch and to NOT end up with Bobby but I feel bad even by just picking the neutral choice and I love him too much to stay away 😭😭😭

[boneandfur]

A Thousand Years

Coming soon.

Bobby x MC (yeah yeah I know I'm a Gary stan, but I just did Bobby's route and it was amazing)

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

Scott: I love you, but I also want to fuck other people. Jean: I love you, but I also want to fuck other people. Hank: Oh for fuck's sake, it's called being polyamorous. Ugh, all the interpersonal complications that could've been avoided if this school at least taught basic sex education instead of endless Danger Room sessions. Bobby: You're telling me.

[dallianceangel]

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You’re on the kitchen table, legs spread as Bobby’s head rests between your thighs, him sucking and licking at your clit. The pleasure is intense, and you moan softly.

The door swings open, and Tig walks in, eyes widening at the scene. “What’s going on in here?”

You look up, breathing erratically but managing to smile at him. “Tig, join in.”

Tig grins, stepping closer as he pulls down his pants, watching Bobby shift your position by helping you off the table and bending you over it, kneeling on the floor as he continues to suck and lick at your clit, finger fucking you as well. “No need to ask me twice.”

You gasp as Tig enters you from behind, adding a new layer of pleasure. “Holy fuck.”

The door opens again, and Chibs walks in. He takes in the sight, then approaches. “Room for one more, lass?”

You nod as you eagerly open your mouth, and Chibs enters you.

Your moans become louder, overwhelmed by the sensations from all three men. You were only too happy to oblige, enjoying every moment of this encounter, knowing that life is too short and you’ve just got to do crazy shit once in a while.

From a distance, Clay and Gemma walk out of their dorm room and into the bar area. Clay smirks, nudging Gemma having noticed the scene. “Looks like they’re having quite the time.”

Gemma looks shocked, shaking her head. “Oh, Jesus. I hope they clean up the kitchen afterwards.”

Moments after Clay and Gemma exit the clubhouse, pleasure overwhelms you, and you let out a cry as you squirt, the sensation hitting you hard.

[grapecaseschoices]

Now we can SEE why Felix looked at this man and thought: I am going make this hottie SO flustered!! [Nat: You don't have to ... Felix: No, I'm gunna.]

Doesn't my baby look so fine and adorable? Thank you to @kirnetart for this beautiful piece of my srs nerd [also psst, if you haven't commissioned Mina you should!*]

[cxhleel108]

LITG S2 MC:

Name: Daniella Reis

Age: 23 (During the Season) 28 (Now)

Birthday: March 27, 1996

Zodiac: ☀️ Aries 🌙 Cancer ⬆️ Libra

Hometown: Born and raised in Fortaleza. Moved to York for university.

Ethnicity: Brazilian/Colombian

Job: Twitch Streamer/Youtuber

Sexuality: Queer

Height: 169cm/5’6

Hobbies: Gaming, Reading, Doing Hair, Exercising, Surfing

Personality: The epitome of an Aries. Outgoing, honest, and fiery as hell. She’s also a huge goofball.

Why She Came On Love Island: Look Dani is gorgeous (I mean I made her faceclaim Megan Thee Stallion that should be a given). This girl has no problem getting attention. Her problem is forming that attention into a meaningful relationship. There’s always two mistakes guys make with her. The first one is some “can’t handle her” so she cuts things off because she’s not gonna water herself down to try to be perfect for someone else. The second one is they’ll try to be more extra than they actually are because they think that’s what she wants but Dani doesn’t like a disingenuous approach either. She decided that she was gonna sign up for Love Island because you’re forced to spend a long amount of time with someone and she’s hopeful that she’ll find someone on the show that’ll want her for who she is and vice versa.

Who She’s With:

Bobby

“The only thing sweeter than him is his cupcakes”

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Not That Kind of Love

Bobby x MC

[bullet-prooflove]

What I Have Been Working On This Week - WC: 11/11/23

Better: Bobby Goren x Reader - Your trapped in a car with a broken heater in the middle of a New York Winter. (Holiday Bingo: Sharing a Scarf)

End of the Line - Hank Loza x Reader - Companion piece to The Convention storyline. - You and Hank come to a realisation. (Holiday Bingo: Home For The Holidays)

BlackIce!Series - Part One: Black Ice - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank turns up at your place after he hears about your accident. (Holiday Bingo: Ice)

BlackIce!Series - Part Two: Ice Pack - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank takes you to bed. (NSFW)

BlackIce!Series - Part Three: Check In - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank checks in with you after two month's absence.

Black Satin - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop finds a special gift whilst searching the closet. (NSFW) (Holiday Bingo: Holiday shopping)

Look After You - Coco Cruz x Reader - Coco takes care of you when you get sick. (Holiday Bingo: Cold/Flu Season)

Hot Chocolate - Alden Parker x Reader - You and Alden discuss what happened a couple of nights ago. (Holiday Bingo: First Snow)

Lake Tahoe!Series Part One: Black Bear Lodge - Manny x Reader - Follows on from 'End of the Line' - You meet Manny in a snow lodge in Lake Tahoe. (Holiday Bingo: Sledding)

Lake Tahoe!Series Part Two: Something Special - Manny x Reader - Manny realises the two of you have something special after he takes you to bed. (NSFW)

Lake Tahoe!Series Part Three: Goodbye - Manny x Reader - You and Manny say goodbye after spending three days together.

Postcards - Manny x Reader - Manny receives a postcard in the mail.

LA! Series Part One: Relax - Manny x Reader - Manny rides out to LA to visit you.

LA! Series Part Two: Important - Manny x Reader - Manny makes a realisation about you. (NSFW)

LA! Series Part Three: Legacy - Manny x Reader - Manny learns your story.

LA! Series Part Four: Your Man (NSFW) - Manny x Reader - Things change between you and Manny.

[shewritesinblackink]

The missing hunter - a supernatural fanfic

reposting this because i originally posted it on my main "private" blog but since i started writing more and posting more i thought why not make a blog just for that :) this fanfic takes place in the early years of the show since i’m only on season 10. I really like the vibe of the three/four first seasons. That’s also why Sam can’t crack the security camera– they haven't learned that yet :)

here's the AO3 link because i like posting there too, and i get more feedback thanks to the tags there!

part 2

words count: 2k

tw: blood, swearing, mention of a gun

part 1 - the missing member

“I don’t know what to say, Bobby,” Dean declared to the man at the other end of the phone.

The brothers were in a motel room in the middle of nowhere. Bobby had sent them there to find someone dear to him that disappeared a few days ago. But so far, they had no lead.

“Her stuff is still in the room, uh?”

Dean turned around from the parking lot to take another look at the small place. “Yeah, still here.”

There was silence and then Bobby’s voice broke through the phone’s speaker.

“That’s not like her. She might be in some kind of trouble.”

A frown appeared on Dean’s face. He'd never heard Bobby sound so helpless. That person, that woman whoever she was, must be someone precious to him.

“What do you want us to do?”

Sam was seated on the single large bed in the room, his laptop on his knees, fidgeting with the keyboard.

“I’ll give you her number. Maybe she’ll answer if it’s not me.” The pain in those last words made Dean sad. Who was she for Bobby to care so much and act like this?

Dean hung up, closed the door and walked toward Sam.

“What’d he say?”

“To try to call her.”

The look on Dean and Sam’s face said it all. They were aware the worst could have happened. Dean dialed the number and waited a few seconds before a ringtone was heard in the room. The two of them released a small sigh, stood up and searched for the device. The eldest found it under the bed, the battery almost dead and the screen cracked in half. He held it up for Sammy to see, and they both exchanged a look. Something bad definitely happened here.

They decided to go back to town and retrace every last step of the missing person. It led them to a bar on the avenue. A row of motorcycles were parked in front of the establishment, and the facade was all dark wood which added to the pouring rain and gloomy atmosphere. Everything in this town is dark and creepy, Dean thought.

They entered and were welcomed by suspicious glares from guys all around the place. Some were seated at tables drinking beer , others were playing billiards but stopped the moment the brothers appeared. The bartender shot them a look of annoyance. Clearly the people here didn't like strangers.

Nonetheless, Sam cleared his throat and asked, "Um, hi. We're looking for a young woman.”

"So am I." said a voice somewhere and the other men laughed.

Dean felt exasperated by their behavior and wanted only one thing at the moment: to get the hell out of there. So he talked, a bit too abruptly maybe. "Young, brown hair, pale skin, and approximately this size," he measured by holding up a hand. Truly he didn't know the woman, but Bobby gave them a description since he had no recent pictures of her.

The bartender snorted noisily and kept swiping off drops of water on the beer mugs in his hands.

"Depends what I get for helping you?"

There was no cooperation, and the Winchesters started to lose patience.

"Listen, buddy, it's a life or death situation here. She might be in danger, we need to find her." Dean's voice was low and raw, he could barely control himself not to punch the man in the face.

He slightly opened his brown leather jacket with the hand holding a shiny silver gun. The barman repressed an insult and took a quick look around.

“Look, if i were you, i wouldn’t show this to anyone here.” “Question of life and death.” he added pointedly to mock the brothers.

His sarcastic tone did not escape Dean, whose gaze became sharper, harder. Finally the man behind the bar started saying something interesting.

“There aren’t a lot of women comin’ in here, so yeah i remember some chick comin’ in. She sat at the bar and drank a scotch.”

Sam leaned forward, “Anything else?”. The  man grunted but continued. “There was something weird about her, like she was on edge. She was constantly looking behind her shoulder.” He put the glass behind the bar and leaned on the counter, then added “I mean maybe she didn’t feel safe here since she was the only woman.”

“Did something happen? Did she leave with someone?” Dean pressed, raising his eyebrows.

The barman seemed to think for a moment. “Yup, I think I remember her leaving with some guys.”

“Anything weird or unusual about the guy?”

“He was grabbing her by the arm. Not in a gentle way, you know. It seemed she wasn't willing to go with them.”

“And you didn’t call the police or stop them?” asked Sam almost with a shocked tone.

“Why would I?”

Dean's patience was more than thin now. If he stayed one more minute he would definitely shoot the man right here, right now. “Alright, enough. let’s go Sammy.”

“Wait,” Sam said, “which direction did they take?” The barman didn’t even bother speaking, and just pointed the way with his head.

And so they strode out of the bar toward the Impala, in the light rain that hadn’t stopped since their arrival. “Oh I swear this rain is making me crazy. Everything about this town is weird, man.” Dean muttered, his hands on the wheel, driving the car out of the parking back on the road. Since there was nothing for miles in the direction the man had indicated, they decided to go back to the motel room and wait in the car in case she showed up.

Sammy also tried to take a look at the security camera, but his skills with a laptop weren’t that sophisticated.  He couldn’t break into the town website to access the cameras. So they waited. Dean eventually went out to fetch dinner, and they waited for hours.

Finally, when they were both struggling to keep their eyes open, a silhouette appeared. In the dark night it was impossible to guess who it was, but the stranger stopped at the door of the room they were watching, and after a moment struggling with the key, the shadowy silhouette disappeared inside the room. The Winchesters didn’t waste a second and got out of the car toward the room’s door as if they weren’t about to fall asleep a second ago.

It wasn’t locked from the inside, so they pushed it slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible because who knows who was- or what was, that silhouette.

The boys entered the small room slowly, guns in hands. The lights were on but the place was empty. A noise came out from the bathroom followed by a grunt. At the very moment the brothers appeared at the bathroom’s door, the silhouette turned around and held a gun at them.

“Drop the gun! Now!”

“Who are you?”

“You, who are you?”

The three of them pointing guns at each other and yelling in confusion would’ve been a funny image if the tension was not that palpable and if the stranger was in a less miserable state.

“You’re two against one, that’s not really fair.” The voice was calm and steady but felt a bit out of breath. Indeed, the silhouette was soaked in blood, her clothes dirty with mud and rain. Her hair was a mess, clearly she hadn’t had access to any commodities for a few days.

“Wait,” said Sam, “are you y/n?”

Suspicious, the woman kept the boys at gunpoint, clutching her weapon like a lifeline. “How would you know?” she asked, her brows furrowed and her chest heavy with short breaths.

“Dean, I think it’s her.” And with that assumption they both lowered their guns. “Bobby sent us looking for you.”

“Looking for me?” she asked, as if she hadn’t understood Sam’s sentence in the first place and needed confirmation of what she heard. But all of a sudden the world started to spin and she wasn’t steady on her feet anymore. She stumbled back against the sink and let her arm fall down by her side, the gun pointed toward the ground. She placed the back of a bloodied hand against her forehead and closed her eyes tight, trying to make the room stop spinning and the white stars popping in her visions disappear.

“Hey, you alright?” Dean knew it was a stupid question considering how dirty and tired she seemed, so he added, “you hurt?”

And all y/n was capable of doing at this very moment was to stare at the two boys in front of her, her memory working like a DVD on fast forward. She couldn’t stop. Maybe didn’t want to, because her brain brought back memories she thought were long forgotten. She doubted they even remembered her at all, and at that thought her heart skipped a beat.

“Hello? Anyone in here?” Dean pressed sarcastically, like he was talking to some stupid teenager.

Getting back her senses, y/n cleared her throat and articulated a week “yeah” that sounded more like an exhausted plea. The brothers didn’t seem to buy it either, judging by the concerned look they both shot at her.

“Seriously, I'm fine. Just.. tired.”

“Where the hell were you to make Bobby worry-sick?”

What? Dawn almost choked on her own saliva. Bobby being so worried he’d send John’s boys after her? Why would he do such a thing when she’s already proved numerous times she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself? And suddenly emotions flooded in her. Not good emotions. “Why are you here? I’m a grown up, I can watch out for myself. I’ve been hunting my whole life y’know.” The words came out more harshly than she’s intended to. She stormed out of the bathroom, bumping into the boys, barely suppressing a wince because of her bruises.

In her backpack was a first aid kit. She took it and sat on the bed while taking off her dirty sweatshirt. But by the time she was opening the kit to fetch out something useful, Dean snatched it off her hands. “Hey! We’re talking to you here! We drove hours to come here because Bobby asked us to! Because he was worried you’d get yourself into trouble, and that’s how you’re thanking us?”

Dean was pissed. Sam though didn’t say a thing but gave his brother’s arm a slight hit. “Dude, c’mon. Look at her.” That’s what Dean did, he took in the messy states she was in. Blood on her left temple, trailing down her chin and neck, the right cheek looking slightly bruised. Cuts all over her arms and dirt on her hands and under her nails, even on her face. She seemed like someone who had just spent hours in filthy air ducts. Or in the forest running after something– or running for her life maybe.

No one said a word for what seemed to be an eternity, then y/n stood up slowly and walked back to the bathroom to try to wash out her hands, arms and face. She winced every time she touched a cut or a bruise but did not let it show. She was facing John’s boys, and she knew by experience that there were nothing that could make them flinch. So she did what she always forced herself to do since she met them when they were only kids. She clenched her jaw, and kept her composure as neutral as she could– but she was so tired, the dark circles under her eyes said it all.

[beccas-gf]

[thatwheelchairchick]

After The Villa - Chapter 2

[kiwi-tai]

OH MY GOD SUZI!!! This was soo good!

Ao3 did me so dirty by being down for a few hours as I was in the middle of this fic like damn Suresh is coming back from Casa I need to know what happens with Gabi

Anyway another incredible fic you always manage to expand on characters and their backgrounds so perfectly.

I loved loved loved Lulu and Gabi’s stories and Suresh and Jade!

SURESH AND JADE! Screaming, crying, twirling my hair, kicking my feet… I mean…

“She was every beat of his heart, his every thought, the soul of his very being.”

“Because… what’s the point in living, if you don’t chase the things that make you feel alive?”

Chapter 20, 21, and 22 posted

"Chosen", "Assured", "Asked".

These are the final three chapters of Jaded.

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“But that’s not me. I don’t do safe. I don’t do steady. And there’s only one person in the world who truly, truly understands that. Who isn’t afraid of it. Who’s never been afraid of it. Who loves me when I’m the version of myself that makes me feel like myself.”

Suresh swallowed hard, trying to calm the excitement in his shaking hands as she glanced up at him.

“Because… what’s the point in living, if you don’t chase the things that make you feel alive?” ----------------------------------------------------------------------

I'm seriously teary over this rn, thank you so much to everyone who's made this journey so incredible. Finishing a fic is always bittersweet but you guys made this one so wild.

Thank you for everything 💕😭🥰

[realityjoey]

OVERSLEPT (RILEY ANDERSON MC x EVAN BUCKLEY)

Bobby, Hen, Chimney, Eddie, and Athena all exchanged worried glances as they stood outside Buck and Riley’s apartment. Neither had shown up for their shift, which was unlike both of them—especially Buck. He was usually one of the first to arrive. When neither of them responded to calls or texts, concern quickly turned into action.

“Maybe they’re just running late?” Eddie suggested, although he didn’t sound convinced.

“Late doesn’t mean completely off the grid,” Bobby replied, his fatherly instincts kicking in. “Let’s check on them.”

Chimney gave a mischievous grin as they reached the door. “I bet they just had another… ‘busy night,’” he quipped, air-quoting, earning a snicker from Hen.

Athena unlocked the door with the spare key Buck had given her for emergencies, and they filed in quietly, as if preparing for some sort of intervention.

“Guys? Riley? Buck?” Bobby called out as they made their way through the living room, peering around cautiously. There was no response.

The door to their bedroom was ajar, and as they nudged it open, the scene that greeted them made Chimney burst out laughing.

Buck and Riley were fast asleep, sprawled out on the bed, limbs tangled in each other and the sheets, half-naked. The blanket covered them just enough to be decent, but it was clear that their ‘busy night’ had left them both completely wiped out.

Hen chuckled quietly. “Well, that explains it.”

“Explains what?” Bobby asked, raising an eyebrow, though the knowing look in his eyes betrayed him.

“Pretty sure they had their own… personal workout last night,” Chimney smirked. “And look, they’re recovering.”

Athena shook her head, though she couldn’t hide the amusement on her face. “They must’ve really knocked themselves out. They didn’t even wake up when we came in.”

“Time for Plan B,” Eddie grinned, grabbing a pillow from the nearby chair.

Without warning, Eddie tossed the pillow right at Buck’s face. It landed with a soft thud, but Buck merely groaned and shifted slightly, pulling Riley closer to him in his sleep. Riley muttered something incomprehensible and buried her head in Buck’s chest.

“Oh, we’re going to have to do better than that,” Hen said, grabbing another pillow and joining in, hurling it at Riley’s back. This time, Riley stirred, her brow furrowing as she tried to swat the offending pillow away.

“What… the hell…” she muttered, her voice thick with sleep, her hand blindly searching for Buck’s.

Eddie grinned, stepping closer to the bed. “Time to wake up, lovebirds.”

Before Buck or Riley could fully process what was happening, Chimney and Hen yanked the blanket off the bed, exposing them both to the cool air. Buck groaned loudly, instinctively reaching out for the blanket, while Riley shivered and tried to curl into a ball.

“Oh, come on!” Buck’s voice was muffled by his arm, which he had thrown over his face. “What are you guys doing?”

“Saving you from a missed shift,” Bobby said, standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed, shaking his head. “You two didn’t respond to any of our calls.”

Riley, still barely awake, sat up slightly, her hair a wild mess. “We… overslept,” she mumbled.

“Clearly,” Chimney said, laughing. “By about four hours.”

Hen raised an eyebrow as she surveyed the room, clearly piecing things together. “Let me guess. You two had a busy night?”

Riley’s face turned bright red, and Buck finally sat up, glaring at the team with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “Seriously? You couldn’t just… knock? Like, a normal visit?”

Eddie leaned down, poking Buck’s shoulder. “We did knock. You didn’t answer.”

Riley slumped back down into the pillows, covering her face with her hands. “I hate all of you,” she groaned.

“You’ll hate us more in about ten minutes when you’re scrambling to get ready for shift,” Athena added with a smile.

“I’m not even awake yet,” Buck protested, his voice still hoarse from sleep as he reached out and pulled Riley back into his arms. “You can’t just drag us out of bed.”

“Oh, we can,” Hen replied, pulling at Buck’s arm to get him moving. “And we will.”

Reluctantly, the pair began to untangle themselves, their movements slow and heavy from exhaustion. Buck shot Eddie a half-hearted glare as he grabbed his pants from the floor. “You guys are the worst.”

“Maybe,” Eddie agreed, laughing, “but you’re late.”

Riley, still grumpy but starting to wake up, leaned into Buck as they finally got out of bed. She shot the rest of the team a look as she adjusted her shirt. “You all owe us breakfast after this.”

Chimney threw his arm around Hen, nodding dramatically. “Deal. But next time, set an alarm. Or at least respond when we call. Otherwise, we’ll have to come back with even more pillows.”

Riley let out a tired sigh, her hand finding Buck’s as they stumbled their way toward the bathroom. “Next time, we’re locking the door and hiding the pillows.”

“Good luck with that,” Bobby said, smiling as he led the rest of the group out, leaving the pair to get ready for a day they clearly weren’t prepared for.

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You’re dancing like no one’s watching. Kickstart My Heart is blasting through the clubhouse. Your moves are wild, too wild. Juice grins, leaning against the wall, enjoying the show.

Bobby walks in, eyes widening as he takes in the scene. His gaze shifts to you, then back to Juice.

“Did she…?” Bobby trails off, noticing the empty plate sitting on the table in the kitchen.

Juice chuckles, his arms folded. “Yeah, she found your brownies.”

Bobby sighs, rolling his eyes. “Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have left those out.”

You spot them and grab their hands, pulling them towards you. “Come on, guys! Dance with me!”