Summary: Dean and Reader are working a vampire case. When Dean decides to go in alone, things go a little differently than planned.
Word Count: 5204
Warnings: Swearing. Because I’m a fucking lady. Vampire gore and killing. Being tied up. Smut. Again, lady. Fingering. P in V sex.
A/N: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats 2k Follower Challange. My prompt was “Wanna try that again like you mean it?”, which is bolded in the fic. Beta’d by the ever lovely @wheresthekillswitch. Thanks for helping me make what I had even better! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.
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“Dammit, Dean, answer your phone.” You’re starting to get worried now.
This is the fourth time you’ve called him, and when his voice comes over the line telling you to leave a message, it’s the fourth time you’ve had to swallow down the fear so it doesn’t come through in your voice. “You were supposed to just watch him, Winchester. If you’ve gotten yourself into trouble again, so help me God, you’re going to pay.”
You end the call, tapping your phone against your palm as you try to think. You suck a breath in through your nose, hold it for 5 seconds, then release it. You need to clear your head, figure out your next step. He’s got the Impala, of course, so if you plan on finding the him you’re going to have to borrow a car for a bit. You grab your leather jacket off the chair back, swinging it over your shoulders, shoving your hands through the sleeves as you grab your room key and head for the door. You check your phone one more time before sliding it into your pocket, shutting the door behind you as you scan the parking lot of the motel, eyes squinted to the bright mid-day sun.
There aren’t many cars parked in the poorly paved lot, and the ones that are there aren’t ones you want to trouble yourself with. You jog over to the diner across the street, eyes hopping from one car to the next until you spot a nondescript compact sitting in the back row. Yahtzee.
It’s old enough you shouldn’t have to worry about a security system but still looks like it should get you where you’re going without worrying that it’s going to break down. You walk to the car with purpose, looking for all the world like you own it. You slow as you near, hand automatically reaching out to try the handle. It always amazes you how many people just leave their vehicles unlocked in these small towns. You curl your fingers under the handle and give a tug, and sure enough, the door opens right up. With a smirk, you slide in to hotwire it and get your ass moving.
This was inspired by an idea from my Over 30 sisters & my impulsive purchase of a J2 Sandwich photo opp for Seacon in April. Ahhh! I’m freakin out! :) Enjoy!
Our boots crunched on the wet leaves as we moved quickly through the forest. The overcast sky and misting rain didn’t help since we were already cold in thin, gray jumpsuits. I shivered as I followed close behind Dean, Sam behind us with the stolen gun.
Suddenly we reached a clearing and I could see the outline of a small building. As we approached Sam and I kept lookout, and Dean went up to jimmy the door of the cabin. After looking inside a window, he stepped back and kicked the door in. Sam and I followed him inside, looking quickly behind us before barricading the cabin with a heavy dresser.
The cabin was dark inside with half of the windows boarded up, and the hodgepodge of furniture collected like dusty landmines. The earthy scent of rain and old firewood smoke filled the air. We spread out around the one room, searching boxes and crates. Sam banged open a rusty metal filing cabinet on the far wall, and laughed shortly as he saw what was inside.
description: dan is the son of a rich man, unwillingly studying business in London who wanders into a gallery looking for some quiet, and instead finds the happy-go-lucky owner with a camera around his neck, the nicest smile he’s ever seen and a knack for knowing exactly what to say.
a/n: thought i’d post a little mid-week fic to perk you up if you need some, erm, perking…?
Quick Summary: Bendy, having been living in the human world for the past 30 years, received a note from his creator, and is lured back to his once home. But what will he find there? And will he ever leave again?
I blinked awake, squinting up at the light overhead.
For a moment I couldn’t remember what had happened but when my eyes finally
adjusted and the haze in my mind dissipated, I remembered. I remembered William
coming at me before my vision went black. I was sure he would have killed me
but here I was. I was alive and…God, I was in Anne’s house in a spare bedroom.
I was sure of it.
Taking in a breath, I moved my limbs and was
surprised as well as relieved to feel they weren’t tied down. That didn’t mean
the door wouldn’t be locked. I didn’t go to it immediately though, I stayed
where I was just to make sure Anne wouldn’t be coming by soon. I couldn’t be
I must have waited an hour before getting up and
trying the door. It wasn’t locked. I had a strange feeling in the pit of my
stomach. I’d seen William and I know what he did. Why would she want me alive
and able to roam free? Maybe this was a tease. Maybe she was giving me the
illusion of freedom and I’d get downstairs to see she’d boarded up the windows
and locked the front door and she’d have the key to it on her at all times.
Christ, this was a nightmare. I shouldn’t have kept digging.
2p! France - Francois would really just leave you in his room and have your ankles chained to the bedposts, his room is pretty dark though because he has thicc curtains and he already boarded up the windows so you can’t pull shit. The room is pretty big and he has a tv in his room and he won’t bother you often unless he wants to fuck, wants to go to watch tv and try to sleep, check on yo ass, or needs to feed you. So all you’ll be doing is chillin. Unless you try to escape then most of the time his punishments are sexual based and will slowly become more and more controlling.
2p! America - Allen would be really clingy almost never leaving you alone. He will let you roam around but every exit door or window leading to the outside has like a lock on it so. You will only be outside if Allen is with you and you two go to the nearby forest and you’re on a leash. And don’t think you won’t be fucked all the time because you will. Not focused on mind breaking you but it may happen.
2p! Canada - Matt would be less controlling than the others the most controlling thing he’s doing is putting a shock collar on you but besides that you have house roaming privileges the view from his porch is amazing and he has a fully stocked fridge and cabinets and he has a good tv that he doesn’t even use that often in his den so you’ll be pretty chill. Matt personally likes to check on you often to make sure you’re okay because he knows you won’t get out. He likes to cuddle you sometimes and little kisses here and there, he will wait to have sex with you though.
2p! England - The sweet little bby with love the fuck out of you and make you fear him at the same time it’s crazy. You just mean the world to him so don’t think he won’t ask you if you love him like 500+ times a day. He is definitely controlling and protective and if you start doing anything suspicious he may get violent yelling at you asking if you love him or not.
Summary- Negan and Sunny deal with the effects of their argument.
Who will bend or break?
Warnings- Angst, Smut, Edging, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Language
Author’s Note- Sorry this took so long to get out. Flu,
bronchitis, and plot bunny in shape of Max from The Resident took over my life.
However, since you guys waited so long, I combined what would have been 3 short
chapters into this much longer one. Also, I planned this story out before the
episode with sad Amber aired. So my Amber is a bitch. And I’m gonna screw
around with the time line to fit my story. It shouldn’t make much difference
since it’s hard to tell how much time passes between episodes sometimes.
Lots of tags not working. Sorry. I will try to message y’all individually.
Reblog and leave a comment if you like it! xoxo
Negan sat in his office staring at the new bedroom door. He
swirled the scotch, the ice gently clinked against the glass, and brought it to
his lips. He swallowed the last mouthful in one large gulp feeling warmth
spreading down his throat. He had everything ready. All he was missing was
fucking stubborn for her own good. She has no fucking clue how damn vulnerable
she is out there on her own. She’ll come the fuck around. She has to. I’ll
fucking make her. God fucking damnit.
Pairings: Jughead x reader, Sabrina x reader (platonic)
Summary: The reader comes to the end of a long day dealing with the effects of Sabrina’s spell. She is determined to guard her secret, but the truth cannot remain hidden forever, especially when it can’t be buried with lies.
Do you know how difficult it is to write a book report when
you can’t lie? Especially when the book is Catcher
in the Rye and you hate Holden Caulfield with a burning passion. On top of
that, my phone has been ringing off the hook. I’m really regretting setting
Sabrina’s ringtone on my phone to I Put a
Spell On You by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins; after today, that song will never
leave my subconscious. I’m about to snap my pen in half when the doorbell
School was cancelled today! Dunno what for, mom woke me up just to tell me not to bother getting up. Thanks, mom (not!). I’m pretty glad since school’s so far away I usually have to be up and ready to go when it’s still dark. Price you pay for some fancy private school. Gonna spend the day playing Mario Kart. Mom said she was meeting dad. I wasn’t really listening but it’s weird, I’m sure dad had work today. Maybe they’re meeting for lunch or something? Sucks that she didn’t invite me then. Leftover mac'n'cheese it is then.
School’s still closed. Guessing there’s probably some major repairs or something, never heard anything about a strike. Pretty weird. Though it could be the boiler. It’s always the boiler with stuff like this.
Hang on, can hear hammering downstairs.
Um… Dad’s boarding up all the windows? Didn’t ask him why, he didn’t seem to be in a good mood. There’s a crapton of shopping bags in the kitchen too, been there since yesterday. Dunno why Mom hasn’t unpacked them yet. Guess a bad storm’s coming.
Requested? Nope, this is my first one shot from this tumblr account so I don’t think I’ll be getting requests for a while, I do accept them though!!
Fandom: Teamiplier (Mark)
Prompt / Summary: “We can’t go in there…” (prompt)
Pairing: Darkiplier x Reader
Warnings: None that I know of??
“Guys,” I start, hearing my voice waver and give up how nervous I truly was. “We can’t go in there… It’s dangerous. I mean, we’ve all heard the legends. That place is haunted.” I try to persuade. All I get in return is a chorus of loud and obnoxious laughter.
“C’mon, Y/N, we’ve already made it this far! We might as well just go in and see what the place looks like. Besides, you said it yourself, the stories are just legends! There isn’t any real harm.” My friend tries to talk to me. I sigh and look over the place again, the old asylum has been abandoned for many years. It hasn’t been used since the 1960’s and the only sign of humans being here in the last couple decades is all the graffiti covering the outer walls. The place has supposedly been haunted by an evil spirit since it shut down. My friends decided it would be fun to go, considering none of them believe in ghosts and all just wanted to find a new place to get high without being caught. I cross my arms defiantly and shake my head. Another friend sighs before snatching my car keys out of my hand and throwing them over the fence. I gasp and scream out a small ‘no!’ but it’s too late, the keys are on the other side and all of my friends are moving forward to cross over the fence.
“Now you have to at least cross over the fence. And what’s the point of crossing over but not going in? Come on, live a little!”
With a dramatic sigh, I shake my head and cross the fence. Well, I’m here now, might as well take a look around.
your character should be morethan a tragic backstory. more than i lost my parents at a young age so now i rebel against the world. more than i have all these wicked skills without proper background or training.
sass is great, and so is silence — but when aren’t they using their biting wit? when do they speak up? do they use their ass-kicking skills for good? for evil? have they lost people along the way — actually, it’s inevitable, so what happened after the funeral? did your character attend? did they seek revenge, or search for answers at the bottom of a bottle?
don’t toss around tragedies if you’re not going to apply them to your characterization. alcoholics aren’t just loud and physically abusive; ptsd doesn’t mean you’ve boarded up the windows and refuse to leave your house. you won’t always continue to hate your parents after they’ve died. you will doubt your life decisions. being rich doesn’t make you sexy. being smart doesn’t make you socially awkward [ alternatively, it doesn’t make you the most attractive person in the room. ] even if you’re wicked smart, you’ll still get some things wrong.
do your research. if you put your character through traumatic events, not everyone walks away unscathed. but being haunted by the ghosts of your past doesn’t make you attractive either. it’s a nitty gritty, dirty fucking business. you get mad, your world loses color, you feel alone, and sometimes you ask yourself why you’re the one who lived.
treat your character like their own person. just because you wouldn’t say something to someone doesn’t mean they’ll keep their trap shut. it doesn’t mean they’ll want a big wedding or fast cars or apple pie made the way your mother taught you. maybe you’re pro-life and your character is pro-choice. maybe it’s vice versa. just because your character is a dick doesn’t mean it should be a reflection on yourself. but if they’re going to be a dick, and you want it to be believable, give them a reason to be a dick. a reason to hate the world, only slightly less than they hate the people living in it. maybe more. maybe it’s maybelline.
being smart and young and witty and attractive doesn’t mean your character will be respected. it doesn’t mean your character deserves to be respected. older, more experienced characters may trust your character less because they’re so damn young, no matter what you do or say to try to prove them wrong.
We’ve got Gang AU’s because of the bbs in GTA but.. where’s the AU for Bryce, Ohmwrecker, Cartoonz and Delirious for Rainbow Siege? XD I’d love to see an AU of them being like badass swat guys who go around rescuing people, stealing them back, and doing all kinds of cool CIA shit where half the time you can’t tell if they’re the good guys or the bad guys.
CIA au where Cartoonz is the sniper outside the downed aircraft while Bryce and Delirious play frontall distraction and Ohm tries to grab the hostage. Then they’re on the run from the terorists and trying to get this person back to a certain country, hiding out in some worn down buildings. Ripping up chairs and tables to board up the windows, throwing down traps outside open doorways.
Them doing all kinds of black-ops under undercover shit like, so deep you don’t know what they’re into.