#bobby hicks x reader

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Hey 👋 I got another request for Bobby Hicks where it’s the scene when the police show up at the motel at night because of some of the motel guests. The female reader who works at the motel is out of her room wearing a cute nightie and robe and Bobby is wearing his muscle shirt and when they both see each other they get flustered by the appearances. Smut if you want to include. Please and thank you 🙏

Relief

Warnings: smut

The stress of the day was really getting to her head. She had planned on finally sleeping, but here police sirens coming towards the hotel. It didn’t take her by surprise, but she wished to go home, but she worked there, so whatever is currently happening, she had to get out of her room she stayed at when she was working extra late

She gets out of her cozy bed, and wraps herself up in her robe. She exits the room to check out what had happened. But Bobby was outside of her room, since he was about to knock on the door. She couldn’t form a sentence however, since he wore a muscle shirt

A blush appears on her face, and he’s also blushing at the sight of her. “Don’t worry, we don’t need to get involved in whatever is happening with the cops. I just wanted to check up on you” he says as he’s trying so hard to imagine her naked form under the robe, not knowing she had something on underneath

“How thoughtful! I was just about to go to bed though” he looks disappointed by that answer, which throws her off guard. “Why do you look disappointed?” She asked. “I just thought we could have a drink” he says, but she knew there was more to it. Her blush becomes obvious now when she quickly figured out what he really wanted to do

She moves to the side to let him. “Come on in then” he smiles, and enters her room. She closes the door behind her, and then turns to face him. He knew she figured out what he truly wanted, and she definitely couldn’t decline such a pleasurable moment. She takes her robe off, and so now her nightie was showing

His lips go onto hers now; his hands go onto her face as the two make out. She pulls apart, and then went over to lay down on the bed. Once she laid down, she takes off her underwear. He undresses now, and once he was naked, he gets onto the bed, and then he was on top of her

She lifts up the nightie, so he could go into her. Without any words being spoken, he goes into her. Her head arches back, and a moan left her mouth. He lets her stretch out before he thrusts. Once she was stretched out, he begins to thrust. “Bobby” she moans out as now hits her spot

Her eyes were at the back of her head as he fucks her. Her fingers clutching around the comforter of the bed with his fingers intertwined with hers. He lets out moans of his own, and his head arches back too. She looks back at him for a moment, and fell harder for him. She also didn’t know how this was gonna affect work, but that was something to worry about later

A knock on the door makes him stop. The two make eye contact now as he pulls out of him. “Who is it?” She asks whoever was on the other side of the door. “It’s Moonee” Moonee says, and the two just hoped she didn’t hear anything that just happened. “I want to come inside” Moonee says, which makes Bobby get off of her now

He went over to put his clothes back on. She gets up to get her underwear back on, and throws on a pair of silk shorts to cover herself more. Once she was in clothes, and knew Bobby was fully dressed, she goes over to open the door. “Come on in” she says to Moonee as she moves to the side to let the kid in

Moonee sees Bobby, and was confused. Moonee also thought that maybe that the employee was in trouble. “Did she do something wrong, Bobby?” Moonee asks seriously. “No, of course not. We were just chatting” he said, which makes Moonee nod her head

“Which means I should go now” he looks at his worker now. She looks at him, and smiles. He smiles back, and left. She knew she had to talk about what happened when there was alone time again

[expectos-writings]

Hey 👋 can you also do another Bobby Hicks x female reader from the spicy list #34 and #51? Please and thank you 🙏

So it took me far to long to update again but I AM STILL HERE hahaaaa. Take that academic world!

Florida heat (Bobby Hicks x reader)

Word count: 3127

Rating: M

Summary: As an intern for Bobby he has come to appreciate everything you do for him, but when you lay there sunbathing by the pool on a sunny day off he can no longer stop the longing he has felt for you.

Two more days.

You’ve got this.

You try to talk some courage into you whilst getting the cleaning kit out of the cupboard. Some crazy lady dropped some food in the main corridor when she was refused a room. And as an intern, it was now your job to clean it up.

But only two more days.

The internship wasn’t that bad. It got you the college credits you were still missing and you got to spend the summer in Florida, who wouldn’t want that? That, and the fact that your supervisor, mr. Hicks, was very easy on the eye. Bobby usually didn’t take in any students, he was too busy keeping everything on track by himself to train another person. But when he heard how much experience you already had and how far along you were in your study, he decided to take the chance. A pair of extra arms wouldn’t hurt.

But he had not taken into account that you were stunning, clever, eager to learn and most of all… a huge distraction. He knew it was wrong to look at you like that, he was practically your boss. He just couldn’t help his eyes wandering over to you whenever you were standing behind the counter and he was on the computer. Whenever you’d catch him staring he usually comes up with a lame excuse, like ‘I was just making sure you were doing things right’. He knew damned well you were more than capable enough to handle the few people coming in and out every day.

But it never registered that the reason why you always seemed to catch him looking is because you were also constantly looking his way. Whenever he would catch you staring at him your excuse would be something along the lines of ‘I wanted to ask you a question.’, followed by the dumbest possible question you could think of. Bobby never believed that lame excuse, but he never mentioned that either.

Now you were cleaning up the mess that Karen had made. The people here never seemed to have manners. The weather in Florida was always terribly hot, and you could feel a bead of sweat running down your temple to your cheek. The Karen that had made the mess was luckily the only person that had come to the motel today, and the rest of the rooms were empty now. Your internship was due to end just after the high season and the last few days were just cleaning up and getting ready to write a report and go back to school.

Bobby was watching you work from his office. He stood up, pretending he had to fix the wires behind the computer. But really it was just an excuse to watch you mop the floor clean. Your shorts hugging your butt perfectly, your light shirt getting wet from the sweat and moist air… he shakes his head and looks back at the screen. He can’t think of you like that.

You finish cleaning up the floor and stand up. You can feel someone staring at you so you turn around, already knowing it’d be Bobby staring back at you from the doorway.

‘Y/n, working as hard as ever I see.’ He muses.

‘You know it.’ You shoot him a wink when you throw the trash in the bin. ‘Though, today has been quite relaxed. No new check ins, only people leaving. In fact, I’m not sure anyone is staying in the magic castle at the moment.’

‘You’re right, from today there are no bookings. High season is over so I don’t really expect anyone here except junkies looking for a cheep room.’ You chuckle at his words, he cracks a smile in return. You walk over to the counter to get rid of the cleaning utilities. Bobby’s eyes linger on your form for a moment too long, and you notice him staring.

‘So, you have any other tasks for me?’ you ask, your tone playful but also not inappropriate. You walk past him, making sure to brush your bare arm against his. The skin to skin contact sends sparks through your body. When you put the cleaning materials in the lower drawer your eyes move back to him. You can’t help but look at the muscles on his legs, going up into his wide shorts. When you catch yourself staring you blink rapidly to break the contact and move back to the drawer, putting everything back where you took it from.

‘Actually,’ he starts when you stand up, ‘I know tomorrow is your last day. It is also terribly hot outside and there are no guests to help at the moment. I suggest you take the rest of the day off, cool down at the pool, do whatever. If I need you tomorrow I know where to find you, but for now I think you’ve done enough. Thanks for your help.’ His tone was sincere, you had done a great deal of work around the motel in the last few weeks. And you were definitely not going to object to an afternoon off.

So you thanked Bobby an took his offer. The rest of the day went by in a haze. You wasted no time in putting on your swimming clothes and getting situated by the pool. The cool water was very welcome on a day like this. You alternated between cooling off in the water and laying on one of the poolside beds tanning and occasionally dozing off for a bit. Bobby watched you from a distance, seeing you enjoy your free time and catch up on some much needed rest reassured him he had made the right decision in giving you a day off.

 It was only when the sun started setting Bobby actually made his way towards you. You were soaking up the last rays of sunshine of the day, eyes closed and laying on your back on one of the poolside beds. It wasn’t until you head Bobby clear his throat behind you that you were alerted to his presence. Lazily you open one eye to look in his general direction. He was standing next to your seat, sitting down on the plastic bed next to you when you acknowledged his presence.

‘So, how did you enjoy your day off?’ Bobby spoke up, starting the conversation.

Your eyes gazed at the sky, the sun was already starting to set.

‘It was nice to enjoy the place a bit before having to leave’ you answer with a smile

‘So… working here wasn’t enjoyable?’ he asked with a smirk.

‘No! I mean, yes it was. I just meant that it was nice to enjoy some time off whilst here, too.’ You quickly defended. Bobby chuckled from next to you as a blush crept onto your cheeks.

‘I was just kidding, darling.’ He said. Your head snapped to look at him at this unexpected term of endearment. Of course, it was a term often used by many people for many reasons. But in your mind you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he meant something more… The blush spreading on your cheeks becomes more of a crimson shade. Would he notice? Oh God… what if he did?

‘I… I think I’m going for a swim.’ You promptly announce.

‘You do look awfully hot.’ He says with a smirk.

You look back at him, having already crossed half the distance to the pool, in complete shock. Why would he say something like that? What is going on? You felt like you had a sunburn. Bobby clears his throat at your awkward expression.

‘From the sun… I mean.’ He adds unconvincingly with half a smile. Words caught in your throat. You wanted to ask him what he meant but at the same time you were convinced your mind was making things up now. Maybe you were still asleep on the lounge bed next to the pool and this was just a dream? You quickly turned your head back to the pool and without a second thought jumped in. the water was colder than it had been earlier that day, but it wasn’t as cold as it would be in the mornings. But one thing was clear now, this definitely was no dream. The need for air became clear after a few seconds, the cool of the water knocked half of the air out of your lungs upon entering the pool.

With your head towards the sky you resurfaces, making your hair slick against the back of your head and water drip down your back. Bobby’s eyes were still focussed on you, his stare burning in the back of your head.

Bobby couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The way you gracefully waded through the water to cool down, the way the last sunlight illuminated your facial features is the most beautiful way… he had grown very fond of you over the time you had worked for him. Too fond maybe… but still his eyes could not look away. You had worked so hard the last weeks, and he had nothing but praise for you. That would definitely reflect in the assessment he had to fill out for you. But he felt a pull towards you. And with the way you looked right now, carelessly wading through the water… Bobby couldn’t stop himself as he took of his shirt and trousers to join you in the water. He wanted to see you like this from up close, knowing it may be one of the last days he had with you here.

Your mind had started to wander in the water. Soon you were to go back to your college, back to your ‘old’ life. Old routines… And by God you didn’t want to. You had enjoyed the work there so much that you’d rather stay here to work. But you also knew you had to get your degree first.

But your train of thought was interrupted as you heard the water splash behind you. You turned around just in time to see Bobby resurface and wipe the water from his eyes and his now wet hair from his forehead. You stifled a laugh at his expression. He looked like a drowning dog.

‘Oh that is COLD’ he exclaimed.

The laugh you held back escaped your throat anyways. Bobby smiled back at you even though he was looking miserable in the cooling water. But then again, it was his choice to jump in. He casually walked over to where you were wading through the pool, his arms crossed over his chest to find any form of warmth.

This, however, left his face exposed.

You waited until he was close enough to you. He was about to open his mouth to make small talk or something, when you caught him off guard by splashing water in his direction, hitting him square in the face.

‘Oh you little-‘ Is all Bobby got out before you did it again. It was good to let some steam off at the end of the day. He took a moment to regain his composure, but when he did it was your time to flee. He kept chasing you around the pool whilst you tried to either swim away or keep him at distance with water. The sun went down quickly and before you knew it the automatic lights of the pool went on due to lack of light. That one second distraction was enough for Bobby to finally catch up with you.

You feel two strong calloused hand grab you by the waist, and you laugh out.

‘Gotcha!’ he says playfully.

You turn around in his grip to face him, your smile meeting his.

Bobby’s eyes drop to your lips, unable to stop himself. You catch the movement and the smile on your lips falters, anticipation pooling in your chest. What was happening? You never expected your boss to feel that way. You had dreamt of it during your internship, sure. But this was different from another daydream you would have whilst lying in your bed.

You hadn’t even noticed the gap between the two of you closing, his lips almost brushing yours but not yet touching.

‘I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.’ You hear Bobby breathe the words out softly.

‘I don’t think I want you to.’ You breathe back.

And that is all the confirmation he needs before crashing his lips to yours.

Time stands still as your hands land on his toned chest, your lips moving together as if they were meant to be. Bobby seemed to have forgotten all about the chill of the water the moment you press your body up into him. The feeling of your thinly covered body pressing against his warming him up from the inside, and some more than that.

But the cool water did affect both of your lung capacities, and the need for air became apparent more quickly than either of you had wanted. After breaking the kiss Bobby wasted no time in trailing his hands up your sides towards your chest, carefully cupping one breast in his hand and tweaking a hard nipple between his thumb and finger. Your breath catches in your throat. The adrenaline spiking in your body from the possibility of getting caught and the thrill of finally having your feelings for your almost ex-supervisor out in the open.

‘Wait…’ you moan out but make no move to remove his hand from your chest, actually pushing yourself into him even more craving his touch. The voice of reason in the back of your head telling you this was risky, unprofessional and the chance of getting caught was high out here becoming softer and softer. ‘Right here?’ you ask Bobby looking up at him with puppy eyes.

‘We could, of course, go up to one of the rooms, but the motel is empty. No one will be around here anytime soon’. He smirks down at you. ‘Or is that just what you wanted? Doing this here? You’ve thought about this before haven’t you.’ He stated with a smirk. He could read you like a freaking book. You start to blush and the words to deny his statement get caught in your throat. Of course you have thought about this happening, but never in your wildest dreams did you dare to imagine it coming true.

Your silence is confirmation enough for Bobby to know he’s right. He leans down again to capture your lips with his and you return the kiss enthusiastically. You feel his hand move down from your waist to your thigh, grabbing the soft flesh there. You get the hint and jump up wrapping your thighs around him. Bobby walks both of you over to the side of the pool, your back now pressed against the impossibly cold stone wall. At the cold hitting your back you let out a moan, the burning fire in your body clashing with the contrast of temperature.

Bobby pushed you against the side of the pool tightly, harshly rutting his hard cock into your pussy. Your head falls back in a moan when you finally felt some friction where you needed him most.

‘Look at you, so desperate for me.’ He says. You move your head back forwards, kissing him deeply, all teeth and tongue. His hand moves down to more the bottom of your swimming attire to the side, his fingers brushing along your folds along the way. You break the contact between your lips so suck in a sharp breath.

‘I’ve never done this before.’ You whisper against his lips as he starts playing with your clit, exposed to the cool water now. He looks at you questioningly. ‘In a pool, I mean.’ You clarify.

‘Well, There is a first time for everything right?’ he says moving his fingers from your clit to your entrance, feeling how wet you were already for him. His fingers slid into you with ease. You were so wet he could add a third finger without much resistance. ‘So ready for me… do you want my cock?’

‘Yes’ is all you can moan out when he adds friction to your clit by pressing his palm into you.

‘You have to use your words, darling. What do you want?’ he asks again. Your eyes bore into his, both of your pupils dilated with lust.

‘I want you to fuck me, right here right now.’ Your say grinding your pussy up into him. You push just hard enough to brush against his cock and he lets out a surprised gasp at the unexpected friction.

‘You think you can take me?’ he asks, pulling down his trousers and pulling out his cock. He was now retracing the movements he did earlier with his fingers with his cock, sliding the blunt tip over your clit for a while and the moving it to your aching cunt.

‘Pleaaseee’ is all you get out.

‘Ever so eager’ Bobby laughs and moves to push himself inside you. The water of the pool splashes around you as he sets a relentless pace. He also had to hold back for a while, his thoughts about you during your internship were not all that innocent either. Now that he is finally buried inside you his mind completely fogs over, just taking whatever he needs from you in the pool.

You see his brows furrow in concentration as he pounds into you roughly, taking whatever he needs from you, and it is the hottest thing you had ever seen. You feel the heat in your belly start to spread to all parts of your body and you knew you were getting close. Bobby could feel it too, the way your cunt tightens around his cock, dragging along his shaft in the most perfect way.

‘Cum for me, baby.’ He whispers in your ear, accentuating each word with a thrust of his hips. The sound of his laboured breath in your ear in combination with his words was enough to push you over the edge. The fire now burning in your entire being, eyes closing as the feeling of your orgasm washed over you. The way it made you clench down on his cock was enough to send Bobby over his tipping point too, finishing with a few stuttering thrusts.

As you both came down from your high the cold of the water and evening air really hit. Bobby felt it when you started shuddering, still in his embrace.

‘Maybe…’ you started in a whisper, ‘we could go inside, it is still early.’

Bobby quickly redid his and your swimming attires and wasted no time carrying you out of the pool and back to his room.

[twoheartshookingup]

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dom/sub dynamics

kinks in general

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Kim Burgess

Adam Ruzek

Hailey Upton

Jay Halstead

Kevin Atwater

Hank Voight

Erin Lindsay

Sylvie Brett

Stella Kidd

Will Halstead

Dylan Scott

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Chris Alonso

Jim Street

Victor Tan

Dominique Luca

Daniel “Hondo” Harrelson

Nora Fowler

Robert Hicks

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Jackson “Jax” Teller

Bobby Munson

Happy Lowman

Chibs Telford

Opie Winston

Juice Ortiz

💘criminal minds💘

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Derek Morgan

[wayward-gypsy]

All is well.

(I already published this, but I noticed mistakes, so i edited it, and I'm republishing it.)

Warnings: childbirth

Pairing : Dean Winchester x reader.

Angst, and fluff.

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I couldn't believe it.

I stood in the bathroom, while Bobby was in the next room, with a little white stick that held two pink lines.

Pregnant

Dean had been gone for a few weeks. He was in hell and you were pregnant.

Go figure.

" alex, you ok in there?" I heard Bobby yell. You threw the test in the trash " I'm fine " I responded as i open the door.

Sam had been in the same spot for the last hour, trying to find a way to get dean back.

" sam, come eat" Bobby yelled from the kitchen.

looking at sam, still at the table with his nose in the book, I sighed, and went to the kitchen.

~ later that night~

I woke up to the impala roaring to life, you raced down the stairs at to find Bobby there, and he had the test in his hand.

" are you pregnant?" I felt tears in my eyes as I nodded. " deans?" I looked at him, clutching my stomach. " I would be two months..at least " Bobby cane towards me, wraping his arms around me as I start sobing, sinking to the floor " it's ok, birdie" he used his nickname for me.

~~ four months later ~~

Sam barely keeps in contact lately, and i was very worried. I had just came home from a doctors appointment, finding out I was having a boy.

As I walked up to the house, I heard Bobby yelling. As i walked in, he was slamming the phone down. " dad? What's wrong?" I put my hands on my growing bump.

It was obvious i was pregnant.

" some asshat calming to be dean" i felt the blood leave my face. I sat on the couch.

" why would someone do that?" I asked, hot tears in my eyes. Bobby shook his head and left the room.

~~ the next day~~

I came down stairs to find dean in the living room. " dean?" He stepped foward, Bobby nodding his head. " Y/N" he rested his hand on her stomach " mine?" All i could do was nod, the situation hard to handle. " it's a boy" Bobby said behind him, smiling. " welcome home, dean"

~~ five months later ~~

I sat on the couch, watching a movie with dean. It was my favorite, the wizard of oz.

My doctor had told you to rest as much as possible, so i had my feet in the coffee table, resting on pillows. I groaned, the baby kicking hard. " he dosen't have much room, does he?" Dean chuckled, resting a hand on my big stomach.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my side, making me gasp in pain. " Y/N ? " dean said, worried. Opening my eyes, seeing Bobby get up " Braxton hicks?" He said, griping my hand. I stood up, but liquid rushed down my leg " guys, I think it's- ahh!" Sam came running into the room as i cried out in pain.

Dean kicked into gear, grabbing the bags and getting me into the impala.

Bobby sat in the back with Sam.

~~ 36 hours later ~~

I was in the worst pain i had ever been in, and i wanted to kill dean Winchester.

I currently had my knees to my chest, pushing the boy who had been growing inside me out.

My body was covered in sweat, and i was pushing hard, griping my father's and dean's hands as i pushed

Finally, i heard was the shrill cry of the baby boy.

I couldn't stop smiling.

A nurse put him on my chest, handing dean the sizors to cut the cord with.

" Robert John.." I thought out loud, looking at dean.

" Robert John winchester" dean repeated.

"Welcome to the world" Bobby said. Smiling at his grand son.

I looked at my father and Dean, a sleepy smile on your face.

All was well.

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[huntertales]

Preview: Twisted Nerve. (Let It Bleed S06E21)

Episode Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester’s worst nightmares come true when the reader is taken hostage by Crowley after her demon side is freed. But things only grow worse when Lisa and Ben Braden are kidnapped as well, forcing the brothers to work with an unlikely alley to save the people they love. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Warning: Demon!Reader, mentions of violence.  Word Count: 4,704.

Previous Part | Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

“Hello, darling.“

Wasn’t it every girl’s dream to wake up to the sound of of a lovely British accent? For some, perhaps. If they were into that sort of thing. For you, it was a nightmare you were about to wake up to. You had been silent for weeks now. The last time you had gotten free was...you didn’t even know when. You had been a passenger in your own skin for decades. And even when you were front and center, there was always a little voice in the back of your head, pulling you back from what you really wanted to do. You had been in the cage for all of a hot second before you were released with that bitch still attached at the wheel. This time around you were freer than you had ever been in your entire existence, but there was a guideline that only let you come free when the time was needed for others. You knew Crowley was alive well before Eve opened up her mouth. But you didn’t think he’d go an awful long way to have a chat with you.

You slowly inhaled a breath as you found yourself awakening from what felt to be a deep slumber. You blinked once, letting your eyes turn, showing the kill of hell what side he was presented with. Crowley stood over you with the same kind of smirk you remembered when he told you the good news of your departure from the cage. And the rules that needed to be followed unless you wanted to take another trip down below. You returned his smirk with a cold, unamused expression. You moved your gaze away from the demon to inspect the scenery you were surrounded by, along to find that angel, figuring he probably ratted you out long ago.

"Where's the wet blanket?" You weren't in the mood for proper greeting as you looked away from the demon. You half expected Castiel to be around here somewhere with that blank expression of his, standing in the background as Crowley conducted things his own way. You furrowed your brow slightly as you looked around the abandoned building until someone caught your attention, but it wasn't the angel. What caught your attention was someone that sat across from you. You moved your arms slightly, wondering if this was some kind of trick. Only you noticed two things. The body remained lifeless as you moved your limbs all on your own. No voice telling you to stop. "What the f—"

"Marvelous, isn't it?" Crowley inspected the real body for himself as he placed his hands behind his back. You weren't sure if this was some kind of joke. But the pain that shot up through your leg when you pinched yourself and no nagging voice in the back of your head reacting to what you did. "You see, I do keep my promises. Even though you doubted me to Castiel.”

Crowley nodded his head, as if he was giving you the go ahead to do what you secretly wanting to do. He stepped back out of the way as you took your new body out for a test spin. You felt like Ariel from that God awful Disney movie after she sold her voice to Ursula for a pair of legs to win over a man. You wiggled your fingers and toes, feeling everything move in perfect sync when you did. It took a little brain power to realize that you were free...you were really free. You found yourself walking over to the unconscious body so you were standing over it. You reached out to lightly kick her, she responded by inhaling a breath before dropping back down.

You outstretched your arms in front of you to inspect every little detail of yourself, just wanting to make sure this was real. You were a carbon copy of the woman. How they managed to pull it off was a mystery to you, but you’d be foolish to bite the hand that provided you with such a generous gift. All you knew was that she might have been the original design, but you were the better upgrade. You had everything that made Y/N for who she was. What Lucifer intended her to be. She lost it forever because she wanted to be normal. And now, after much obstacles, the both of you got what you secretly desired. She was nothing more than a piss poor human like the rest of them.

Since Y/N learned the truth about herself, she dreamed for this day to come. You’d wanted the chance to be able to control your own body without a second voice chiming into the background or someone attaching strings onto your limbs, only coming out when someone yanked on you when they needed something done. While this was a freeing experience, the devil was still in the details. You weren't convinced the king of hell was doing this out of the goodness of his own black heart. There was always a leash pulling you back from where you really wanted to go. The only way someone like you got their strings clipped was for the preparation for the end. You crossed your arms over your chest and turned your attention back over to Crowley. You wanted to get to the bottom of this before your hopes, high as a demon could get them, would be crushed.

"What's the catch?" You questioned the demon. Crowley pretended to be confused at what you were asking him, you narrowed your eyes on him as you swiftly turned yourself on your heels, suspecting there would be an angel in a trench coat behind you, waiting ever so patiently to smite you. Only there was nobody there. "I know that angel is around somewhere."

“My guess is Oz. Maybe even Chicago. I don’t know, nor do I care at the moment.” Crowley said with a simple shrug. You found his attitude a tad bit unusual. The angel and demon had been attached at the hip since Crowley proposed the idea of cracking open the door to purgatory. He waved a finger for you to follow as he began walking, leaving your doppelganger where she was. "As you way know, Castiel has a big mouth and accidentally let Nancy Drew and the Hardy boys on our big plan. Causing more messes I have to clean up."

“Well, they were bound to find out your genius plan.” You muttered underneath your breath. You and the demon changed scenery away from the abandoned run down building into what looked to be an office of luxurious standards from its sleek wooden desk and velvet lined chairs. Crowley sat himself down at the opposite end of the desk as he poured himself a drink before offering you one. You graciously accepted and sat yourself down on possibly one of the most comfortable chairs you had ever been on. "My, don't I feel fancy."

“As you should. It’s my intention for those who I do business with. And I have a proposition for you, Y/N. You do still go by Y/N, do you?" Crowley asked, you gave him a funny expression from how formal and polite he was being as you nodded your head. "It's come to my attention that you don't like me. Or how I choose to run hell."

“Yeah, I don’t. Demon's aren’t what they used to be. Even the newest demon straight out of hell wouldn’t have cracked fast as Redd—you know, that hick you hired to do all your dirty work. Bobby Singer took one stab with that fancy knife and twisted it in that idiot's leg before it was all over. He was so willing to get that pain to stop he would have confessed all of his sins for it to stop. That's not how demons should be. You aren't instilling fear for what would happen if they spill their guts." You told the king of hell how you really felt about how he operated things, expecting every word you spoke to be your last one. But Crowley sat there with a serious look on his face, as if he was listening to you. “You’re not running this place like how Lucifer intended it to be.”

"Lucifer. What does he know about torture? He's a whiny child was an imaginative idea, hellbent on destroying the world and taking us with him. Well, not you." Crowley said. "Thanks to him, I got myself wrapped up in that bloody apocalypse mess.

"Yes. But if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be in this swanky office." You pointed out an interesting fact for him to stop talking so poorly on the archangel who was your God, a Father to all of you. In a religious sort of way. You leaned back in your seat and brought the glass to your lips as you crossed one leg over the other. "Poorly managing something that was wrongfully given to you."

“I’ll agree with that. So let’s change that.”

“How?”

“Purgatory, as you know, has been a burden. Castiel and I haven’t seen eye to eye about how we want to do things. I propose we add another name to the wall. Let's talk partnership." Crowley's proposal was something that piqued your interest. You raised your brow slightly in curiosity as you sipped on the whiskey. "You and I want the same thing. For hell to run smoothly. So let's do it. Work with me. Not for me."

You were about to take another sip of your drink until you heard those unbelievable words being spoken, it took you by complete surprise. You froze in your spot and looked at the demon. The proposition of such a deal made you break into a smile as you chuckled, the response wasn't what Crowley expected as his facial expression dampered slightly. "You know, I didn't think you had a funny bone in that poorly chosen meat suit of yours. But...that's cute. Real cute. You attempting to, what, make me feel comfortable? Sweet talk me into a big plan that sounds too good to be true, and right when my guard down you're gonna kill me."

"A king his nothing without his queen."

"Lucifer promised me power, too. Look at where he ended up."

"I'll go halfsies on the souls with you from my cut with Castiel." Crowley proposed a deal no demon would be stupid enough to deny. He knew it got your full attention when you changed your body language. You lowered your glass to the desk and uncrossed your legs to move slightly forward, wanting to hear more about this. "Hell, as you know, is a full time job. And something like you is one of a kind. My God, the things you did to those poor bastards would be Alistair to shame. You worked just as hard for those souls as I have. I need someone like you to run things. Make demons stronger, better than we've ever seen."

"You're serious." You whispered.

“I've had time to think what you meant to me while you were away. And I admit, it took some soul searching to realize I'd be a fool to lose you. The both of us make a beautiful couple. Think of what we could accomplish with you torturing souls and my expertise of keeping them in line. It'll be the best sort of hell we've ever seen." Crowley said. You had to admit, you were liking what the demon was selling you. "However...there is one little problem standing in the way of accomplishing our dreams. I'm fairly certain you despise the Winchesters much as I do."

"Unfortunately. Just thinking about them gives me indigestion. I'm gonna take a wild guess and all of this plan you had with that other one—Josh—wasn't just to get me free. It's insurance. You're gonna nestle Y/N away somewhere and threaten the Winchesters to back off." You guessed what was Crowley's end game. The demon's lips stretched into an arrogant smirk at his genius plan being spoken out loud. Your lips stretched into a smile, but it wasn't out of kindness. "That has to be the most overused, sloppiest idea I've ever heard."

"I think it's a classic." Crowley defended himself. "It works—”

"Zero percent of the time. And you also forgot the other player that has a personal connection with Y/N—Castiel. Don't you think the second he realizes what you're doing he's going to run to the Winchesters? The three of them together, and with Bobby, is a forced to be reckoned with." You said. "Come on, Crowley. I know you can do better than that."

“If you think you can do better, fine.” Crowley said. “What would be your big plan?”

“Let me just say this. Power is like a seesaw. You let your opponent have too much, you’re left up in the air with your feet dangling up from the ground. If you attempt to get down it only ends with you getting hurt. And if you’re the one who has it all, your knees start to get tired from carrying all that responsibility. But when it’s balanced...it’s perfect. Threats work the same way.” You said. "We make Castiel and the Winchesters do what we want. But Y/N's only part of the plan. If Castiel runs to the boys, all of them will forget their differences and do whatever they can to get her back. But if we get someone else they also care about..they're stuck in the middle."

"I have to admit, I like where this is going. Tell me more."

"How do you feel about endangering the life of a child?"

+ + +

Dean should have been reading the journals of past family members who lived decades before him. Most of the entries he skimmed were about monsters he hunted and lore he already knew. What kept his full attention was the little scrap of paper tucked into the spine of the opened journal. Your message you must have left late into the night was the only thing he could he could focus on, and how angry you were at him for what he did. Withholding the truth had been what almost tore your relationship apart. He promised he would always be honest when you came clean about everything. But he trusted an angel he called his friend over you, someone he knew the second you were born.

It wasn’t that he lied to you because he didn’t trust you, it was because he didn’t know what else to do. Dean knew how hard you tried to keep your urges under control while working on a way to make yourself human. He felt if he told you the truth it would crush you. All your life you had carried that burden on your shoulders. He wanted you to be blissfully ignorant to the situation before he could find a way out of this. Only it turned out the same person he trusted to solve this problem ended up being the one who caused it in the first place. Dean was left sitting in Bobby's library with his head propped up in his hand as he mindlessly stared off into space, mentally beating himself up for his past choices.

Sam sat at the desk you had been occupying twelve hours ago while you drank half a bottle of whiskey Bobby had kept hidden away. You found his stash and sat alone in the dark while the boys slept. The younger Winchester knew you had taken all of this information harder than you were willing to admit. His brother was beating himself up over what he did. “Well, what else were you supposed to do?” Sam's voice broke the man's concentration out of his own personal thoughts, knowing exactly what they were about. "None of us expected Cas was working with Crowley. Especially on this level. You did what all of us would have done."

"Yeah, a fat lot of good it did. I've called Y/N ten times and she hasn't gotten back to me. Why the hell did Cas come last night? Whatever they talked about, it sure got her even more pissed." Dean said. He shook his head as he dropped his hand down to his lap. Dean had woken up only for a moment to hear voices coming from the kitchen, recognizing them as yours and Cas'. They were too quiet for him to hear what you were discussing. Whatever it was, you left shortly after. Dean shut the journal and pushed himself up to his feet, having had enough. “Well, Samuel’s journals are pointless. I mean, I’m sorry, but Jebediah Campbell has squat to tell me about how to stop Cas from cracking purgatory open.”

"Well, actually, it's not about the journals we have. It's about the one we don't." Bobby stepped into the library where he found both of the boys around the desk. Sam wondered what the older hunter meant by that. "Well, that's the bad news. Our pal, Cas, didn't stop in last night just to mend fences. And I don't picture Y/N as the kleptomaniac type."

Dean didn’t like the sound of this. He pushed himself up into a standing position after he had been leaning against the desk before the older hunter came into the room and discussed some news about the angel that only painted him worse. “What did he do?”

“Stole something. The journal of one Moishe Campbell.” Bobby said. Sam repeated the name, finding that to be the oddest thing he heard come out of the hunter's mouth. "Of the New York Campbells."

"What—So we gotta get it back, right?" Sam asked. He had a sneaky suspicion the journal was an important one if the angel was committing theft in the middle of the night. The big question was, how the hell were they going to get it back from something like Cas. However, Bobby was one step ahead of everyone, saving the day.

“Or just read the copy I had already made.” Bobby said. He handed over the manilla envelope he had grabbed from upstairs after discovering the journal was taken. Dean seemed impressed at how smart the older hunter was. "Hi, glad to meet you. Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard."

Since the journal was an unbound photocopy, each of them took a third of the pages to read and see if they could find anything useful. Dean had been distant from his work while Bobby took the chair he had been occupying not too long ago as Sam had his nose buried in the papers. The older Winchester fixed himself a cup of coffee while he tried, yet again, to call you. All he got was the same voicemail that greeted him for at least the dozenth time. And each time, he left you a message apologizing for what he had done. This time Dean snuck in the detail about the journal. He knew you might have been mad at him, but you wanted to stop Cas as much as he did.

Dean pocketed his phone and headed back to the library with two mugs in one hand and approached Bobby when he guessed he zeroed in on some useful information. "What do you got?" He asked, reaching for the journal entry Bobby had been reading. He skimmed the paper as he walked over to his brother to hand over the coffee. “‘Went to talk to Howard Phillips about the events of March tenth.’”

“That’s March 10th, 1937.” Bobby added a date as if that was supposed to mean something.

“All right,” Dean sat himself down on the edge of the desk and continued to read through the rest of the entry to himself to understand why it was so important. “So who’s this Phillips guy?”

"Phillips ain't his last name." Bobby corrected the older Winchester. "It's Lovecraft."

“Wait, H.P. Lovecraft?” Sam guessed the name he recognized who the hunter mentioned. He reached out a hand to grab the piece of paper from his brother and started to read it for himself. “Let me see that.”

“Am I supposed to know who that is?” Dean asked the older hunter when his brother was reading the entry with fascination. Bobby stared at him like he just grew a second head through his shoulder. The man said this Lovecraft guy was a horror writer and listed off a few iconic titles like At the Mountains Of Madness, The Call of Cthulhu. Dean kept staring at him with not a single clue of what the hell they were talking about. “Yeah, it's—no, I'm—I was too busy having sex with women.”

Bobby rolled his eyes from the kind of remark that he should have seen coming from the older Winchester. "Anyhow, there's one notion that comes up over and over again in his stories. Namely, opening doors to other dimensions and letting scary crap through."

“You don’t say.” Dean said, seeming to become more interested in this Lovecraft guy.

"So you're saying you think Lovecraft knew something about purgatory?" Sam wondered, Bobby shrugged his shoulders at the lack of information he could provide.

“All I know is Moishe paid him a visit.” Bobby said.

+ + +

While the Winchester brothers and Bobby were discussing the Lovecraft and purgatory business, you were getting started on the second phase of the plan. You let out a low whistling tune as you adjusted the sunglasses you wore to block out the sun's rays on this afternoon as you tracked down the house number of the Braden household, the one that Dean insisted on renting after uprooting that poor family from their old one after a couple of djinns broke in. If only Dean knew what was about to happen to the woman he pretended to care for and that kid who tried to raise as his own. You would do anything to see the sheer panic on his little face.

You wanted this plan to go in a much different style than what you had originally planned. You were thinking about going up to the front door and be greeted by the lovely sight of Lisa, only her smile would fall at the sight of you and your teary eyes, here to break the news that Dean was dead. That's when you would lull her into a safety before making your way. Crowley decided why be so cautious? Go in for the kill. He gave you a few of his men and let you make an appearance, but you didn't need to lift a single finger. The perks of being in charge of hell is that not all of those demons are like Redd, some of them are strong and willingly to do whatever you ask them. So, you took the demon up on his offer.

You approached the front door of the house you had never personally been to. While it looked sweet and homey from the outside, it wasn't going to look like this for very long when you got done with it. Yo knocked on the door and waited a moment before the person you were hoping for would answer it. Your lips stretched into a warm smile when Lisa Braden stood in the doorway, appearing startled at who she saw, only she had reason to believe it was someone far different than who she expected.

“Lisa,” You greeted the woman in a friendly tone as you pushed your sunglasses to the top of your head for them to rest. Your smile grew wider when you blinked, letting your eyes turn the shade of black Dean had warned her about to run from. "I don't think we've been personally introduced before."

Lisa's natural reaction was to shove the door in your face fast as she could, but you were quicker than her. You shoved your foot into the track and placed your weight on the door. You shook your head as you heard the window right next to the door broke, the demon you brought along made their move. You pushed your way inside when the first one grabbed the woman as the other went for a man you hadn't seen before. You rolled your eyes when Lisa pleaded for you not to hurt them as she struggled to get out of the demon’s grip around her. You ignored her as you focused your attention on the man the other demon had in a choke hold.

"Matt, right? The doctor I heard so much about. He's cute. An upgrade from the last guy you were screwing." You looked over your shoulder and gave Lisa a playful wink at her choice of men. She didn't seem amused as you had when her expression didn't change from panic. You looked over at the demon holding him and made a cutting motion with your hand at your neck. "I don't think we need him."

The demon nodded his head, and with a simple twist, Lisa let out a panicked cry when she saw her boyfriend all of a few months fall to the ground. You placed your hands on your hips as you let out a sigh of a job well done, seeming unfazed at what you witnessed. The woman stared at you with a disturbed expression. She learned little about you from Dean, all she knew was that you were partially something of the supernatural beings that all of you hunted. He never told to be warned about the black eyes and coming out of the blue and killing her boyfriend.

“What the hell are you?” She couldn’t help herself but ask. You walked over to her and stood right across from her to show the same malevolent eyes you had greeted her with.

"I'm your worst nightmare." You whispered to the woman in the tone of voice that sent a shiver of fear down her spine. The frightening expression only lasted for a second before you let out a laugh as your persona changed along with your eye color again from her reaction you found nothing short of amusing. “My God. What did Dean ever see in you?"

You moved your gaze to the staircase when you noticed Lisa's eyes darted over to the top for a split second before focusing back on you, acting as if you wouldn't notice. But you did. And you almost forgot about that little brat. You began walking to the staircase as Lisa began to try fighting the demon that was holding her when she figured where you were going. You reassured the woman that you weren't going to touch a head on Ben's head. You stood on the second stair and waved a finger at the demon for him to follow.

You continued on your way upstairs and began whistling the same tune again while you went on your search to find Ben so you could greet him the same way you did with his mom. You checked every room before finding the only closed door at the end of the hall. You decided to do the honors when you stepped back and swiftly kicked down the door. Pieces from the broken door and chair you broke littered the carpeted floor as you stepped inside the bedroom of one Ben Braden. Your lips stretched into a smile when you saw the kid trying to make an escape from the window. You nodded your head for the demon to take Ben and join his mother. As he did so, you looked down at the ground to see there was a cell phone with a current call.

"I'm coming to get you and your mom, I promise...Ben? Ben?"

You bent down to pick up the phone when you heard the familiar voice of a hunter you hadn’t personally spoken to in a long time. You placed the phone on speaker when you spotted the king of hell stepping into the room to inspect the job well done. You decided to be the one to speak, greeting the hunter with a voice he sure wasn't expecting. "Hi, Dean. Fancy a chat?”

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Their hero

Warnings: sexual assault, and childhood trauma

Y/n was outside to take in the sun by the pool. They felt so at peace at the moment, that they’ve forgotten about their surroundings. A man who didn’t even stay at the motel was now standing next to them. “You’ve got a fine ass, lady” the man spoke with a heavy southern accent. They turned to face him

He eyes their tits now, and now they felt uncomfortable. They covered themselves up with their towel now. “Hey! I didn’t say to put your tits away! Show me your damn tits!” It was more worse when this situation was happening in front of little children. Those poor kids didn’t need to see something so bizarre happening while they joyfully swam

The kids that were there felt scared too, since the man was shouting after all. They shook afterwards, but what got them more scared was when the man forcibly removed their towel away from them. Moonee had went out, and ran quickly to fetch Bobby. Moonee was crying, which make’s Bobby worried

“A-A m-man is bothering Y/n!” She cries out, which makes Bobby get up quickly. He quickly told her to stay right there as he walks out of the motel’s entrance. The man tried to take off their top, but was quickly interrupted when Bobby was able to shove the man off of them

“You get the fuck out of here, or I’m calling the cops!!!” Bobby shouts at the man. The man nods his head, and gets up quickly and left. Y/n had sat up now as tears left their eyes now. Bobby looks at them, and asked if they’d like to go inside

They nodded their head. Bobby helps them up, and helps with wrapping them up with their towel. He held them close, and they felt safe. “I’ve got you, okay? I won’t no one touch you or talk to you like that without your consent, okay?” They shook their head as the two entered the lobby

Moonee was still there in tears. “Moonee, Y/n is alright, okay? Go back to your room” Bobby says calmly as he looks at the child. She shook her head, and went over to hug Y/n’s leg. Y/n looks down, and smiles a bit. Moonee than left the building to go back to her room

Y/n just wanted to stay right there with him holding them. “Don’t let go please” they begged as they felt him almost letting go of them. “I won’t Y/n” he says as he hugs them right there in the lobby, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was for them to feel safe after what had happened

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Hey 👋 I have a request for Bobby Hicks where the female reader who works at the motel as a maid with him. When she has the time to cooks meals for Bobby because he’s so stressed with work and doesn’t have the time to cook and he shows her how much he appreciates it so much that he confesses his feelings for her. Romantic and fluffy (maybe smut)

I’m putting smut after reading non consensual smut- (I’m traumatized by the way), anyway here you go! (Also to clarify I didn’t think that fic would go there, but it did. I’m also obviously not gonna do that here, since this blog is meant to be a safe place, okay?)

Worked

Warnings: fluff and smut

Bobby had sat across from Y/n at her dining room table in her apartment. She had cooked a lovely dinner for the both of them; chicken legs and fries. She was eating, but he couldn’t think about eating when she sat across from him

He never ate with her before, so this felt very special. He had butterflies in his stomach just watching her eat. He couldn’t even bring himself to speak a word right now. She looks at him as she takes a bite of chicken, and blushed once she realizes that he had been staring at her

“You know, I’d like to thank you for making me such delicious meals everyday Y/n. I’m very grateful to have you work by my side, and I love you for that” he slips out the last part, which makes her eyes go wide

“You love me…?” He went silent once he realized what he had said, and realized there was no point in denying his feelings. “Yes” he says as she places her chicken leg down. She smiles, which makes his heart sink. “I love you too” she says, which makes him felt so relieved

He was only scared that she wouldn’t like him back due to the age difference. She was in her thirties, so that made him believe that she only liked men in her age range. He smiles now, and felt like he could finally eat

This now felt like a date, but initially that’s what she wanted to be, but she was too scared to confess that. She finally told him that this was meant to be a date, which makes him shocked. “I just thought it would be weird since your my boss after all” she explained, which makes him smirk

“Doesn’t that make it even better?” A very visible crimson shade appears on her face, which makes him chuckle. After dinner, she goes into her kitchen while he too was in there, but to wash up the dirty dishes for her

She washed her hands first before he started, and then went over to sit down on her couch. Once he was done washing the two plates, he goes over to sit down next to her. She looks at him as he sits down now

Bobby, once sitting down, looks at her with a smile. He kisses her onto the lips, and she returns the kiss. He soon finds himself on top of her as they continue to make out. She pulls apart, and took in the sight before her

“Damn, you’re so beautiful this up close” she compliments before her lips go onto his neck to litter it with hickeys. He moans, which makes her stop quickly. “Such pretty noises too” the two ended up switching places, which meant Bobby was bottom

She stands up to take her shorts off. Her underwear dragged along with her shorts as she slid them off. He watches as he only felt more needy than ever. Once she stepped out of them, she goes back being on top of him, and soon peels off his shorts

The boxers were quickly discarded as intended, since she wanted to take both off at the same time. She throws his shorts and boxers onto the ground, and then positioned herself to ride him. His hands automatically go onto her waist, and so she began to sway her hips

His head arches back as moans also left his mouth. “Oh baby” he moans out, which makes her pick up her pace. His grip tightens on her waist, which makes her moan. “You make such pretty noises too” he complimented, which makes her bite her lip for a second until she had to moan

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” She had to let him take over now, since she really couldn’t be the dominant one now. She stops and stood up since she wanted to take this to her room. He looks at her with confusion. “I want to continue in my room” she says, which makes him smirk and then nod his head

He stands up, and before they walked to her bedroom, he steals a kiss from her. She returns the kiss with a smile on her face. Once they pulled apart, she leads him to her bedroom. Once they were in her room, she went over to lay down onto her, and took the remaining clothes off

She spreads her legs out too once her shirt was on the ground. She was glad she didn’t wear a bra that day now. He takes his shirt off, and then gets onto the bed first, and then her

She looks at his body in awe. He smiles, and once her eyes were on his again, he kisses her on the lips. While they kissed, he goes into her. Her head arches back as his lips now go onto her neck as their hands intertwined with each other’s

He started to thrust, which makes his lips go off of her neck as his head arches back now. He picked up his pace now as they could only moan now. Once she felt close to coming, a knock on her door interrupted the session

He pulls out of her, and stands up. She does the same, since she had no idea who could be outside of her apartment. “Y/n, you told me you’d watch Moonee tonight!” Shouts Hailey. Y/n’s eyes widened, since she thought that was tomorrow night, and not tonight

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ she muttered underneath her breath as she gets her shirt back on now. Bobby does the same, and soon the two were back in the living room putting their underwear back on, and shorts

When Y/n finally went over to answer the door, the first thing Hailey noticed was the hickeys. “Did Bobby finally fuck you?” She asked, which makes Y/n’s eyes go wide at the straightforwardness of Hailey

“Your really gonna ask me that in front of your child?” Y/n asked with arms crossed around her chest. “She’ll be fine” Hailey commented back, which makes Y/n annoyed. “Also you’ve got no business to bring that up, since it doesn’t concern you” Y/n says, which makes Hailey upset

“We’re not even friends!” Y/n points out, which makes Hailey tell Moonee to go inside. Y/n let’s her in, and once Moonee found Bobby, she was happy. Once Y/n looks back to seeing Bobby playing with Moonee, it made her heart melt

She looks back, but was met with a punch in the face. Her nose was bleeding, and also broken. “Bitch” Hailey says as Y/n begins to sob. Hailey runs off quickly to not be caught. Y/n shuts the door as Bobby approaches her

“Oh my god” he says, and Moonee notices the amount of blood coming out of Y/n’s nose. He quickly told Moonee to go into Y/n’s bedroom. She did as told

Months had passed by, and Hailey was in jail, and Y/n had adopted Moonee. It was quite hard, since now she was a parent, but she took pride in taking care of Moonee since she had also had Bobby by her side to help out

Note: I bet you weren’t expecting all this. I’m full of surprises- anyway, I hoped you like this since I’ve been probably writing this for 3 hours now

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Hey 👋 another Bobby x female reader from the spicy list #136 and #137 please and thank you 🙏

(A/n: sorry it took so long, BUT I made it extra long and spicy to make up for it ahahaha, hope this lives up to the expectations)

Only fans (Bobby Hicks x reader)

Word count: 2570

Rating: M

Summary: When your landlord Bobby find out he is subscribed to your only fans, he pays you a visit. (Only fans!Reader and slut shaming ahead)

It started as a normal night for you, just cooking up dinner in your shitty apartment. You had paid your rent early this month because you had made a great sum of money in the past few weeks. At first it was hard scraping together money to pay the bills.

That is until you discovered only fans.

It wasn’t something you were particularly proud of or anything, but damnit it sure got you a lot of money. You didn’t really have a steady job, just some cleaning jobs here and there, barely enough to keep the lights on. You always made sure never to post your face so no one would find out it was you behind the pictures.

You were in your comfy outfit, just panties and an oversized shirt. Since moving to Florida you hadn’t made any friends and the contact with your parents was not great either. That is why you were quite surprised when you heard a loud knock on your door.

‘Who is it?’ you yelled, thinking it was probably another drunk tenant who accidentally banged on the wrong door once again and you didn’t want to risk leaving your dinner alone.

‘It’s me, doll.’ A familiar voice answers from behind the door. What the hell could Bobby possibly need from you at this hour? You had paid your bills and made sure not the be a nuisance last month, but his voice drew you in anyways. You turn of the stove and go to answer the door.

Bobby, who usually had his working attire on, was now in his jeans and a scrunched up button up shirt, the top few buttons still open revealing a small patch of chest hair. The interactions you had previously had with him were brief, but not at all unpleasant. Usually, it was some flirting back and forth in the hallways but never more.

‘What do you want?’ you ask shortly, the look on his face made you uneasy. He looked mad, and you could not think of one reason why he would be angry with you.

‘Just a question, and I need you to answer honestly. What do you do for a living?’

Shit.

His question caught you off guard. You were not ready to tell anyone what you did online for money. If possible, you would never tell anyone about it.

‘That’s none of your business, handsome.’ You say eying him up and down, his feral state was something you’d never seen before but damnit, it was attractive as hell.

‘You suddenly come to me early in the month, hand me a full months worth of rent in cash, and expect me to not ask any questions?’ he raises one eyebrow. You shift from one foot to the other, he had a point there.

‘Why, is it a bad thing I paid you a bit early?’ you try and divert the question back to him.

‘This may not be a reputable neighbourhood, sweetheart, but there are some boundaries I have to set.’ He takes out his phone from his pocket. You lean against the doorframe, thinking ‘what is he going to come up with now?’.

But nothing in your brain could have prepared you for the picture he showed you.

It was one of your own pictures from your only fans. But there is no way he could know it is you, right?

‘Bobby, if you came up here just to tell me you subscribed to someone’s only fans I swear to…’ but he is quick to cut you off.

‘Doesn’t that lamp right there on the picture look familiar to you?’ he continuous. You mentally slap yourself in the face. You had never paid any mind to the backgrounds. But there, clear as day, was your bedside lamp. Why did you have to get that dinosaur shaped lamp…

‘So, you came here to tell me you subscribed to MY only fans?’ you smirk, thinking you got him cornered now.

‘What you do in your spare time is your choice, darling. It is however required that I know what your profession is and how you pay the bills. Besides that, I can’t have my appartements getting a bad reputation because of you.’ His voice is stern but laced with something darker. His words annoy you to no end, why does he even think he gets to have a say in what you do?

‘First off all, I’m flattered by your donations to my rent.’ He rolls his eyes at your comment and is ready to retaliate, but you’re not done yet. ‘Secondly, you are not required to know shit about my side jobs in my spare time. My profession is cleaning lady, this is just a good paying hobby. Third, your appartement have a reputation already and your know it!’ you say pointing at him. ‘And last, why would you care so much?’ you cock your head to the side.

Bobby’s nostrils are flaring. You had pushed just the right buttons to make him angry, but he had nothing to retaliate with. He knows he was wrong to call you out on this, and that it was a bad idea to go to your place. he finds no words to answer the question you left him with. His eyes drop down to your chest, your hard nipples poking the fabric. He lets out a grown of frustration and does the only thing he could think of.

His lips are on yours in seconds, the force knocking you back inside you appartement. One of Bobby’s hands grabs your arm to keep you steady whilst the other closes the door behind him. at first you were surprised by his boldness, but quickly you recovered yourself. You returned the kiss, biting down his bottom lip when you start to feel out of breath. You part from him batting your eyes innocently.

‘I think you’re just jealous, aren’t you?’ you say trying to provoke him even further.

‘What makes you say that, Y/n?’ he says in an annoyed voice, his pupils dilated in the dim light of your living room.

‘I think you had your eye on me for some time now, and the thought of other people BESIDES you paying to see my body is something you can’t stand.’ You smirk.

‘You wanna play it like that? I can play like that.’ Is all he says before he picks you up by the waist to carry you to your bedroom. And fuck, he is incredibly strong, you can feel the muscles in his arms as he walks the both of you to your room. Because he is a manager by profession, you had expected him to be more dominant. There were many nights when you were alone masturbating to the thought of him dominating you. But never had you thought that a stupid piece of furniture would be the cause for his display of dominance. That, combines with his strength, made heat pool low in your stomach.

He practically threw you down on your bed.

‘what was the picture you made the most money from?’ He asks, taking out his phone.

‘Oh, do you have a subscription?’ you ask as casually as possible

‘Answer the question, doll.’

You take his phone and scroll through the pictures, each one obscener than the last. Your face becomes even redder scrolling through them. You pause for a moment before clicking on the picture which gave you enough to pay the next two months of rent. You hand him his phone back. Bobby stares at the picture, the looks at you, then back to the picture.

‘Now pose for me.’ He demands.

His request takes you by surprise.

‘What?’

‘You heard me. Pose for me. You seem to know how to judging by this picture.’ He shows it to you again, as if you didn’t know what he was talking about.

‘you have the picture right there, is that not enough?’ you tease, pushing his patience to the limit.

'It's always better to see the art in person, that's what exhibitions are for.' It is a clever remark from Bobby, but you weren’t one to submit easily.

'In an exhibition you don't get to touch the artwork.'

'This isn't a proper exhibition either is it.'

You pose as in the picture, sitting up against the pillows at your headboard. You get comfy first and then your fingers slide down your body to grab the hem of your sweater, pulling it up slowly to reveal your breasts. You keep your eyes locked with his when you open your legs like in the picture, you can feel the cold night air hitting the now wet spot on your panties. His eyes dart down to your chest, taking in the sight before him. then his eyes travel further down your body to your parted legs, feet on the bed and knees bent.

‘You’re so beautiful all spread out like this… just for me.’

His confidence makes you shy now, and the position you’re in makes you feel vulnerable. He is eying you like you’re his prey. Your hands move your sweater up to cover you blush.

‘don’t cover your face, I want to see you.’

Then he starts to undo the rest of the buttons of his shirt. The thought of him masturbating to your pictures before even knowing it was you turned you on even more. He quickly throws his shirt to the ground, his pants following suit leaving him in just his boxers when he crawls onto the bed to position himself between your legs.

‘Take it off now.’ He demands pointing at your shirt. You obey instantly, throwing it to the side of the bed. Then his arms grab your ankles and pull you down so your head is resting on the pillows. Then he leans forwards to reconnect your lips. He moves one hand to your chest, tugging harshly at one of your nipples.

‘Bet you like this, don’t you? You’re just a slut waiting to be fucked by someone who can dominate you, aren’t you?’ his clothed pelvis rubs against yours, and you can feel his raging boner pushing apart your folds even through two layers of fabric.

‘Yes.’ You choke out pathetically as Bobby moves his head down to bite the other nipple. His action makes you moan out his name, which makes him groan and his cock twitch in return.

Then suddenly all the friction is gone when he sits back up on his knees, ripping off your panties in one swift movement.

‘Touch yourself, show me how you like it.’ Bobby’s voice is stern yet soft. One of your hands drift down to your nipple and the other to your core. Your fingers stroke through your folds a few times before finding your clit. You could feel how wet you were, your juices covering most of your fingers and quite probably dripping down on the bed. Bobby inhales sharply at the sight, quickly discarding his boxers and taking his cock in his hands to stroke it slowly, giving it a bit of relief.

'Al those people looking at your pictures, pretending you were there while they jerk off alone in their rooms. And here you are, spread out in front of me and touching yourself like the slut you are' your fingers are rubbing rough and quick circles on your clit, and you can feel pressure building up in your belly. His words could have been enough to sent you into an early release, but Bobby saw the way your body reacted, your pussy clenching around nothing, and quickly slapped your hand away. Then with one hand he grabbed both your hands and pinned them above your head on the bed.

You move your him up, trying to grind down onto his leg if possible, but he stayed well out of reach for that.

‘No no, you haven’t made it easy for me Y/n, now you gotta beg for it.’ He looks into your eyes, a playful look visible.

Your brain is fogged with lust by now, and it is hard to find the words.

‘please..’ is all you get out, looking pathetic under his display of strength.

Bobby takes his cock in his other hand and moves it from your entrance you your clit, the contact makes you moan out.

‘Please what?’ he teases. Your eyes open to meet his. One last push and you have him exactly where you want him.

‘Please fuck me, Bobby.’

And indeed, those words make him snap. He lets out a groan that classifies as feral when he suddenly pushes his cock inside you. The stretch stings a bit at first because of his enormous length but it turns into pleasure just as quick. You were already so incredibly wet that Bobby has no issue sliding into you to the hilt immediately, not even waiting for you to adjust before he starts the roughly fuck you into the mattress. Your hands move up to scratch his back, making sure to leave marks so big that he’ll have to wear a shirt all day tomorrow. One of his hands was now on your side for stability whilst the other grips your hips so he can thrust into you harder. The headboard slams against the wall, and you pray your neighbour is out for dinner now.

Both of you are panting, the pace Bobby had set was ruthless. His cock hitting all the right spots inside you every thrust. His lips latch onto your neck when you arch your back, pleasure steadily building in your core now. Bobby licks and sucks on your neck searching for that one sensitive spot. Then when you let out a particularly load moan he knows he has found it and continues to suck a big hickey into your neck as retaliation for to marks you scratched into his back.

You feel yourself coming closer to your release.

‘Ah, fuck, Bobby, I’m close…’ you manage to moan out. He smirks in response.

‘You like it like this, don’t you?’ he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it. ‘You like it when someone fucks you roughly, like you deserve.’ Then he moves down to your neck again to once again bite the now sore and sensitive spot on your neck.

‘Cum for me, Y/n.’ he whispers in your ear. His words push you over the edge, your pussy clenching around his cock when he keeps fucking you trough your orgasm. The moans you let out when he doesn’t stop his pace push him to quicken his pace even further. You see your vision becoming blurry, pleasure overcoming your whole being. The look of utter euphoria on your face and the fluttering of your cunt around his cock pushes Bobby over the edge too, he quickly pulls out of you and shoots his seed all over your stomach and tits.

Then Bobby moves to lay next you whilst you both catch your breaths for a moment. Then he reaches over to your bedside table to grab a few cleaning tissues to help you get cleaned up.

‘So, does that mean I get rent reduction now?’ you ask him with a playful smile.

‘Sure, when you pay me back my subscription for the past months.’ He smiles back before placing another, this time softer, kiss on your lips.

[expectos-writings]

Drabble masterlist

Lame excuses: Bobby Hicks x reader (the florida project). Reader makes up lame excuses to keep Bobby coming over to her appartement (T)

Only fans: Bobby Hicks x reader (the florida project). Reader has an only fans, Bobby is subscribed to it. Reader is also Bobbys tennant... (M)

Distractions: Otto Octavius x reader. Reader tries to stop Otto in his villainry, both of them like eatch other more than they want to admit... at first (M)

Work to be done: Otto Octavius x reader. During your internship at Oscorp you get closer to Otto than you expected, and the day before the demonstration things escalate (M)

[reveluving]

But he felt a pull towards you. And with the way you looked right now, carelessly wading through the water… Bobby couldn’t stop himself as he took of his shirt and trousers to join you in the water.

Actually losing my mind over this ksksksl

I don't know what it is about my interest in Dafoe character fics every once in a while but my God, I'm glad I found this?? There's just something about underrated/barely-even-heard-of character that's just so???? LIKE THIS ONE LSKSLSLLA 😩❤ Love it, 17/10, thank you for your mind.

Hey 👋 can you also do another Bobby Hicks x female reader from the spicy list #34 and #51? Please and thank you 🙏

So it took me far to long to update again but I AM STILL HERE hahaaaa. Take that academic world!

Florida heat (Bobby Hicks x reader)

Word count: 3127

Rating: M

Summary: As an intern for Bobby he has come to appreciate everything you do for him, but when you lay there sunbathing by the pool on a sunny day off he can no longer stop the longing he has felt for you.

Two more days.

You’ve got this.

You try to talk some courage into you whilst getting the cleaning kit out of the cupboard. Some crazy lady dropped some food in the main corridor when she was refused a room. And as an intern, it was now your job to clean it up.

But only two more days.

The internship wasn’t that bad. It got you the college credits you were still missing and you got to spend the summer in Florida, who wouldn’t want that? That, and the fact that your supervisor, mr. Hicks, was very easy on the eye. Bobby usually didn’t take in any students, he was too busy keeping everything on track by himself to train another person. But when he heard how much experience you already had and how far along you were in your study, he decided to take the chance. A pair of extra arms wouldn’t hurt.

But he had not taken into account that you were stunning, clever, eager to learn and most of all… a huge distraction. He knew it was wrong to look at you like that, he was practically your boss. He just couldn’t help his eyes wandering over to you whenever you were standing behind the counter and he was on the computer. Whenever you’d catch him staring he usually comes up with a lame excuse, like ‘I was just making sure you were doing things right’. He knew damned well you were more than capable enough to handle the few people coming in and out every day.

But it never registered that the reason why you always seemed to catch him looking is because you were also constantly looking his way. Whenever he would catch you staring at him your excuse would be something along the lines of ‘I wanted to ask you a question.’, followed by the dumbest possible question you could think of. Bobby never believed that lame excuse, but he never mentioned that either.

Now you were cleaning up the mess that Karen had made. The people here never seemed to have manners. The weather in Florida was always terribly hot, and you could feel a bead of sweat running down your temple to your cheek. The Karen that had made the mess was luckily the only person that had come to the motel today, and the rest of the rooms were empty now. Your internship was due to end just after the high season and the last few days were just cleaning up and getting ready to write a report and go back to school.

Bobby was watching you work from his office. He stood up, pretending he had to fix the wires behind the computer. But really it was just an excuse to watch you mop the floor clean. Your shorts hugging your butt perfectly, your light shirt getting wet from the sweat and moist air… he shakes his head and looks back at the screen. He can’t think of you like that.

You finish cleaning up the floor and stand up. You can feel someone staring at you so you turn around, already knowing it’d be Bobby staring back at you from the doorway.

‘Y/n, working as hard as ever I see.’ He muses.

‘You know it.’ You shoot him a wink when you throw the trash in the bin. ‘Though, today has been quite relaxed. No new check ins, only people leaving. In fact, I’m not sure anyone is staying in the magic castle at the moment.’

‘You’re right, from today there are no bookings. High season is over so I don’t really expect anyone here except junkies looking for a cheep room.’ You chuckle at his words, he cracks a smile in return. You walk over to the counter to get rid of the cleaning utilities. Bobby’s eyes linger on your form for a moment too long, and you notice him staring.

‘So, you have any other tasks for me?’ you ask, your tone playful but also not inappropriate. You walk past him, making sure to brush your bare arm against his. The skin to skin contact sends sparks through your body. When you put the cleaning materials in the lower drawer your eyes move back to him. You can’t help but look at the muscles on his legs, going up into his wide shorts. When you catch yourself staring you blink rapidly to break the contact and move back to the drawer, putting everything back where you took it from.

‘Actually,’ he starts when you stand up, ‘I know tomorrow is your last day. It is also terribly hot outside and there are no guests to help at the moment. I suggest you take the rest of the day off, cool down at the pool, do whatever. If I need you tomorrow I know where to find you, but for now I think you’ve done enough. Thanks for your help.’ His tone was sincere, you had done a great deal of work around the motel in the last few weeks. And you were definitely not going to object to an afternoon off.

So you thanked Bobby an took his offer. The rest of the day went by in a haze. You wasted no time in putting on your swimming clothes and getting situated by the pool. The cool water was very welcome on a day like this. You alternated between cooling off in the water and laying on one of the poolside beds tanning and occasionally dozing off for a bit. Bobby watched you from a distance, seeing you enjoy your free time and catch up on some much needed rest reassured him he had made the right decision in giving you a day off.

 It was only when the sun started setting Bobby actually made his way towards you. You were soaking up the last rays of sunshine of the day, eyes closed and laying on your back on one of the poolside beds. It wasn’t until you head Bobby clear his throat behind you that you were alerted to his presence. Lazily you open one eye to look in his general direction. He was standing next to your seat, sitting down on the plastic bed next to you when you acknowledged his presence.

‘So, how did you enjoy your day off?’ Bobby spoke up, starting the conversation.

Your eyes gazed at the sky, the sun was already starting to set.

‘It was nice to enjoy the place a bit before having to leave’ you answer with a smile

‘So… working here wasn’t enjoyable?’ he asked with a smirk.

‘No! I mean, yes it was. I just meant that it was nice to enjoy some time off whilst here, too.’ You quickly defended. Bobby chuckled from next to you as a blush crept onto your cheeks.

‘I was just kidding, darling.’ He said. Your head snapped to look at him at this unexpected term of endearment. Of course, it was a term often used by many people for many reasons. But in your mind you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he meant something more… The blush spreading on your cheeks becomes more of a crimson shade. Would he notice? Oh God… what if he did?

‘I… I think I’m going for a swim.’ You promptly announce.

‘You do look awfully hot.’ He says with a smirk.

You look back at him, having already crossed half the distance to the pool, in complete shock. Why would he say something like that? What is going on? You felt like you had a sunburn. Bobby clears his throat at your awkward expression.

‘From the sun… I mean.’ He adds unconvincingly with half a smile. Words caught in your throat. You wanted to ask him what he meant but at the same time you were convinced your mind was making things up now. Maybe you were still asleep on the lounge bed next to the pool and this was just a dream? You quickly turned your head back to the pool and without a second thought jumped in. the water was colder than it had been earlier that day, but it wasn’t as cold as it would be in the mornings. But one thing was clear now, this definitely was no dream. The need for air became clear after a few seconds, the cool of the water knocked half of the air out of your lungs upon entering the pool.

With your head towards the sky you resurfaces, making your hair slick against the back of your head and water drip down your back. Bobby’s eyes were still focussed on you, his stare burning in the back of your head.

Bobby couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The way you gracefully waded through the water to cool down, the way the last sunlight illuminated your facial features is the most beautiful way… he had grown very fond of you over the time you had worked for him. Too fond maybe… but still his eyes could not look away. You had worked so hard the last weeks, and he had nothing but praise for you. That would definitely reflect in the assessment he had to fill out for you. But he felt a pull towards you. And with the way you looked right now, carelessly wading through the water… Bobby couldn’t stop himself as he took of his shirt and trousers to join you in the water. He wanted to see you like this from up close, knowing it may be one of the last days he had with you here.

Your mind had started to wander in the water. Soon you were to go back to your college, back to your ‘old’ life. Old routines… And by God you didn’t want to. You had enjoyed the work there so much that you’d rather stay here to work. But you also knew you had to get your degree first.

But your train of thought was interrupted as you heard the water splash behind you. You turned around just in time to see Bobby resurface and wipe the water from his eyes and his now wet hair from his forehead. You stifled a laugh at his expression. He looked like a drowning dog.

‘Oh that is COLD’ he exclaimed.

The laugh you held back escaped your throat anyways. Bobby smiled back at you even though he was looking miserable in the cooling water. But then again, it was his choice to jump in. He casually walked over to where you were wading through the pool, his arms crossed over his chest to find any form of warmth.

This, however, left his face exposed.

You waited until he was close enough to you. He was about to open his mouth to make small talk or something, when you caught him off guard by splashing water in his direction, hitting him square in the face.

‘Oh you little-‘ Is all Bobby got out before you did it again. It was good to let some steam off at the end of the day. He took a moment to regain his composure, but when he did it was your time to flee. He kept chasing you around the pool whilst you tried to either swim away or keep him at distance with water. The sun went down quickly and before you knew it the automatic lights of the pool went on due to lack of light. That one second distraction was enough for Bobby to finally catch up with you.

You feel two strong calloused hand grab you by the waist, and you laugh out.

‘Gotcha!’ he says playfully.

You turn around in his grip to face him, your smile meeting his.

Bobby’s eyes drop to your lips, unable to stop himself. You catch the movement and the smile on your lips falters, anticipation pooling in your chest. What was happening? You never expected your boss to feel that way. You had dreamt of it during your internship, sure. But this was different from another daydream you would have whilst lying in your bed.

You hadn’t even noticed the gap between the two of you closing, his lips almost brushing yours but not yet touching.

‘I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.’ You hear Bobby breathe the words out softly.

‘I don’t think I want you to.’ You breathe back.

And that is all the confirmation he needs before crashing his lips to yours.

Time stands still as your hands land on his toned chest, your lips moving together as if they were meant to be. Bobby seemed to have forgotten all about the chill of the water the moment you press your body up into him. The feeling of your thinly covered body pressing against his warming him up from the inside, and some more than that.

But the cool water did affect both of your lung capacities, and the need for air became apparent more quickly than either of you had wanted. After breaking the kiss Bobby wasted no time in trailing his hands up your sides towards your chest, carefully cupping one breast in his hand and tweaking a hard nipple between his thumb and finger. Your breath catches in your throat. The adrenaline spiking in your body from the possibility of getting caught and the thrill of finally having your feelings for your almost ex-supervisor out in the open.

‘Wait…’ you moan out but make no move to remove his hand from your chest, actually pushing yourself into him even more craving his touch. The voice of reason in the back of your head telling you this was risky, unprofessional and the chance of getting caught was high out here becoming softer and softer. ‘Right here?’ you ask Bobby looking up at him with puppy eyes.

‘We could, of course, go up to one of the rooms, but the motel is empty. No one will be around here anytime soon’. He smirks down at you. ‘Or is that just what you wanted? Doing this here? You’ve thought about this before haven’t you.’ He stated with a smirk. He could read you like a freaking book. You start to blush and the words to deny his statement get caught in your throat. Of course you have thought about this happening, but never in your wildest dreams did you dare to imagine it coming true.

Your silence is confirmation enough for Bobby to know he’s right. He leans down again to capture your lips with his and you return the kiss enthusiastically. You feel his hand move down from your waist to your thigh, grabbing the soft flesh there. You get the hint and jump up wrapping your thighs around him. Bobby walks both of you over to the side of the pool, your back now pressed against the impossibly cold stone wall. At the cold hitting your back you let out a moan, the burning fire in your body clashing with the contrast of temperature.

Bobby pushed you against the side of the pool tightly, harshly rutting his hard cock into your pussy. Your head falls back in a moan when you finally felt some friction where you needed him most.

‘Look at you, so desperate for me.’ He says. You move your head back forwards, kissing him deeply, all teeth and tongue. His hand moves down to more the bottom of your swimming attire to the side, his fingers brushing along your folds along the way. You break the contact between your lips so suck in a sharp breath.

‘I’ve never done this before.’ You whisper against his lips as he starts playing with your clit, exposed to the cool water now. He looks at you questioningly. ‘In a pool, I mean.’ You clarify.

‘Well, There is a first time for everything right?’ he says moving his fingers from your clit to your entrance, feeling how wet you were already for him. His fingers slid into you with ease. You were so wet he could add a third finger without much resistance. ‘So ready for me… do you want my cock?’

‘Yes’ is all you can moan out when he adds friction to your clit by pressing his palm into you.

‘You have to use your words, darling. What do you want?’ he asks again. Your eyes bore into his, both of your pupils dilated with lust.

‘I want you to fuck me, right here right now.’ Your say grinding your pussy up into him. You push just hard enough to brush against his cock and he lets out a surprised gasp at the unexpected friction.

‘You think you can take me?’ he asks, pulling down his trousers and pulling out his cock. He was now retracing the movements he did earlier with his fingers with his cock, sliding the blunt tip over your clit for a while and the moving it to your aching cunt.

‘Pleaaseee’ is all you get out.

‘Ever so eager’ Bobby laughs and moves to push himself inside you. The water of the pool splashes around you as he sets a relentless pace. He also had to hold back for a while, his thoughts about you during your internship were not all that innocent either. Now that he is finally buried inside you his mind completely fogs over, just taking whatever he needs from you in the pool.

You see his brows furrow in concentration as he pounds into you roughly, taking whatever he needs from you, and it is the hottest thing you had ever seen. You feel the heat in your belly start to spread to all parts of your body and you knew you were getting close. Bobby could feel it too, the way your cunt tightens around his cock, dragging along his shaft in the most perfect way.

‘Cum for me, baby.’ He whispers in your ear, accentuating each word with a thrust of his hips. The sound of his laboured breath in your ear in combination with his words was enough to push you over the edge. The fire now burning in your entire being, eyes closing as the feeling of your orgasm washed over you. The way it made you clench down on his cock was enough to send Bobby over his tipping point too, finishing with a few stuttering thrusts.

As you both came down from your high the cold of the water and evening air really hit. Bobby felt it when you started shuddering, still in his embrace.

‘Maybe…’ you started in a whisper, ‘we could go inside, it is still early.’

Bobby quickly redid his and your swimming attires and wasted no time carrying you out of the pool and back to his room.