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Sons Of Anarchy Fanfiction: Hold Me Down

Challenge submission for @soythedemonqueen ❤️❤️❤️

My choice was the song Hold Me Down by Halsey 

SOA: Sons Of Anarchy Fanfiction: Happy x OC

Summary: 

When a gun deal doesn’t go as planned, Happy meets a blonde singer looking for a bit of rough. Smut with very little plot. 

Rating: Explicit

Happy leaned against the large bar top with Tig, both men scanning the room for the men they were expecting. It was supposed to be an easy meet and greet before any real exchanges occurred. The group was late causing tensions to rise among the men. Jax sat nearby, heavy rings drumming on the polished wood counter.

"Thought you said they knew the meet time." Jax drawled, his irritated eyes landing on Juice. 

"I did and they do. They must be running late."

"They better show up soon. This place is about to get real loud, real soon." Tig jutted his chin towards the stage as a few roadies began setting up musical equipment. 

"It’s why we chose this spot." Juice replied, his eyes sliding over them nervously. "Lots of people to keep things from getting bloody but nobody’s gonna hear shit."

Happy grunted at the statement, shrugging a shoulder while rolling a toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other before rasping, "Don’t mind blood."

"I’m with you on that, Killah." Tig drawled, his unsettling blue eyes filled with excitement as he swiped a hungry tongue across his teeth. 

"No blood. Just business." Jax spoke gruffly, his eyes amused and lips pulling into a crooked grin. "For now at least."

Happy smirked, chewing the toothpick as he watched a few musicians take the stage. "Just say the word, Prez."

Sliding his dark eyes over the crowd, Happy noticed most wore leather jackets and torn jeans. The crowd seemed to be a mix of rednecks and punks, a strange collection of faces pierced with hardware and biceps scratched with confederate flag tattoos. 

"Only bonus if these fucks don’t show up, there is plenty of needy pussy in here." Tig murmured, his hand stroking at his goatee in thought. "What about you Hap, you down for some tang?"

Happy snorted, rolling his eyes over to the man lazily. "Only if it’s free."

"Yeah, Yeah. You frugal fuck." Tig muttered, before motioning to the stage. "I wonder what kind of hipster bullshit this is."

"Juice, these fucks aren’t shown’." Jax grumbled, fifteen minutes later. "I want us to roll out."

"You want me to stick around, see if they show?" Tig asked, his eyes still scanning the room for a piece of tail.

"Nah. I want Hap to do it. Got a feeling he’ll keep his dick in his pants long enough to make sure we don’t miss the fuckers."

"Jax, come on. Help a horny brother out." Tig complained.

"No, Tig. You’re with me, were goin’ to Ma’s. We got shit to discuss."

"You sure you don’t need me with, Bro?" Happy joked, "last time you talked to Gemma you ended up with a black eye."

"I’ll be fine." Jax replied, with a cocky grin. "Thanks for the concern, killah. But I can handle my mother."

"Right, and my dick shoots liquid gold instead of baby batter." Tig deadpanned, gripping Happy’s shoulder before stage whispering, "Nail some tight pussy for me, Hap. Tell me all about it tomorrow."

Happy rolled his shoulder to dislodge Tig’s hand and grunted, "Fuck off."

"Thanks brother." Jax drawled, slapping his hand on Happys broad back. "Just a hour of so. Then head home, get some rest. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long one."

"Got it, Prez."

Nova climbed onto the stage in the grimy bar, the location just another stop on a long stream of shitty gigs across California. Her band, Havoc, toured the majority of the sunny state for the better part of the year. If Nova never stepped inside another shady as fuck bar, it’d be too soon. 

"Come on Nova, one more and we can head home." Her best friend and bass player spoke as Nova yawned widely. 

"Yeah, Yeah. Remind me again why I agreed to being in a band with you?"

"Well, my stunning good looks and fuck-awesome bass skills I believe."

"Or you bribed me with alcohol and promises of seeing the sights. Here we are in some shithole in Oakland and the only sights I’ve seen is the inside of our crap tour van and the peeling wallpaper of one roach motel after a-fucking-nother."

"Come on, don't be like that."

"Whatever, look I’m gonna need some time off after this. I’m burnt out."

The crowd began whistling and cheering for music as the rest of the band took their spots. 

"Alright, Alright. We’ll take time off and recoup. We can start the next album in a couple weeks."

"No, Eddie. You don’t get it, like more than a few weeks. Like more like a few months."

"Nova."

"No, don't Nova me. This is the last show for awhile, now let’s just get it over with."

Moving to the microphone to end the conversation, Nova threw the crowd a forced grin and announced, "Thanks for coming out tonight, we’re Havoc." The music started up instantly, Nova singing through their normal set with ease. She scanned the crowd while going through the motions, her hips swaying to the music as she sung. The crowd looked to be enjoying themselves, some of the people in the front singing along with her. There was a certain flattery to the sight, however, Nova couldn’t help but want to walk away. She wasn’t sure why her music career had become so unfulfilling, but every gig was like torture and every song felt forced. 

She wanted out. 

Letting her eyes trail lazily over the faces in the room, her eyes caught on a man leaning against the bar. The dark pits that were his eyes pinned her to her spot on the stage, the heat in them sending shivers up her spine. He wore a dark leather vest over a dark hoodie and worn jeans. His clothing fit in amongst the other leather clad listeners, but his stance had him sticking out. With his arms crossed and broad shoulders raised stiffly, she almost thought he was security but realized she was wrong when he sipped a beer moments later. She watched him periodically as she sung, her gaze hooked on his shape and dark unrelenting gaze. 

They we’re coming to the end of the set when a drunk listener tried to join the stage, knocking into Nova. Growling under her breath she brought her heel down on his foot, while jamming her elbow into his nose to feel a satisfying crunch.  

"Fuck off." She grunted shoving him towards the edge and into the hands of the bouncers. The crowd cheered as the bloodied faced man was hauled away. Nova returned to her microphone and drawled, "Anyone else want a broken nose? No? Good. Here’s our last song."

Eddie scowled at her irritated words and attitude but she brushed it off, sipping her beer before singing the first lines of the last song.

“My demons are begging me to open up my mouth

I need them, mechanically make the words come out

They fight me, vigorous and angry, watch them pounce

Ignite me, licking up the flames they bring about”

Happy watched as the blonde began singing the last song of their set. She swayed her hips and gripped the microphone with closed eyes while crooning. He felt a smirk pull at his lips as he noticed blood splatter on her tight shirt, the sight turning him on as he replayed her quick defensive moves when the guy rushed the stage. She’d broken his nose without much effort, her well placed hit something to envy. There weren’t many women around the clubhouse that could put a drunk bastard in his place, most wouldn’t even try. The sight had his dick twitching and his mouth watering.

“Hold me down, hold me down

Throw me in the deep end, watch me drown

Knock me out, knock me out

Saying that I want more, this is what I live for”

He watched her tight body move with the music, her long legs painted in black and perky tits stretching the cotton of her T-shirt. Happy wanted to see where the ink lining her arms ended and if there was anymore under her clothing. Her blonde hair was hanging in loose waves, the fringe in the front hanging in her eyes as she met his gaze. He bit his toothpick with a growl when her wet pink tongue slid across her bottom lip between lyrics, the pouty curves looking as though they were made to wrap around his dick. 

Happy wanted her and he’d have her if he could catch her before the night was over. He was sure of it when she climbed down from the stage at the end of their set and headed for the bar. She was stopped a few times by fans but soon she ended up just a few feet away from Happy’s spot on the end. He listened to her order a Jack and coke, hold the coke and grinned. She took a healthy gulp when it arrived before her bright blue eyes slid over to his. 

"You always stare so much?" She asked, her voice husky from the booze and long set of songs. 

Happy flashed her a set of sharp teeth before rasping, "You always break dudes noses when they push up on you?"

"Only when they deserve it. You didn’t answer my question." She murmured, sipping her drink again. 

Happy moved closer, his head dipping to her ear. "Only when it’s a sexy bitch I wanna fuck."

She scoffed, gulping the rest of her drink and motioning for another. "That line work ever?"

"Always." He rasped lowly, his eyes trailing over her pale skin and petite body. "You wanna get out of here? Let me show you.”

The girl peered at him over the rim of the new glass she was drinking from, her lust unsurprising to Happy. He knew how to reel in woman like her, girls who wanted aggressive men. Blunt always worked to dampen their panties.

"Depends." She murmured, turning slightly to face him. "Your dick as big as your ego?"

"Bigger, little girl. Much bigger."

The blonde laughed quietly, her blue eyes playful as he continued to stare intently at her. "What’s your name?" She asked, her pink lips pulled into a sexy smirk. 

"Happy."

"Seems like a misnomer."

Rolling his broad shoulder, he ignored her statement. Most people thought it was an ironic name for a somber motorcycle club enforcer. "You gonna tell me yours?"

"Nova."

"Nova, huh?" He rasped in amusement, his teeth flashing a teasing grin before asking, "Your daddy a greaser?"

"Nope. Astrophysicist."

"Really?"

"Nah," she laughed, "just sounds better than I was named after the car my dad fucked my ma in."

Happy chuckled deeply, the sound rumbling out of his chest surprising to both of them.

"You got a nice laugh." She flirted, her lips quirked into a coy smile. 

Grunting at her, Happy discarded the toothpick in an ashtray and leaned in closer. "And you got a nice rack. Now you gonna show it to me or what?"

Nova wasn’t sure how she ended up on the back of Happy's bike heading towards god knows where but she wasn’t going to question it. His broad back was warm against her front, his hard abs flexing under her arms circling his stomach. She couldn’t help but slid a hand under his hoodie and shirt to feel him, the rippled skin shuddering as she raked her nails gently across it. 

"Better stop girl, or else." He hollered over the loud engine propelling them at high speeds along the long stretch of empty roadway. They were traveling a dark interstate, the surrounding land just acres of grass speckled with trees. 

"Or else what?" She purred against his warm neck, her teeth nipping his ear.

Rather than answer, Happy growled deeply as her hand slid further down to stroke the hard shape forming below his jeans. The bike was suddenly pulling off the interstate and down a dirt side road before he stopped below a large tree. The almost full moon filtered through the low hanging branches and allowed Nova to see they were in the middle of nowhere. She should’ve been scared to be alone with a strange man with no witnesses. His leather motorcycle kutte bared intimidating patches claiming him as an Unholy One and Sgt at Arms. Nova wasn’t naive, Happy was dangerous but she was also too curious for her own good.

She wanted to see just how rough a man he was. 

The bike was parked, the kickstand shoved down harshly as Happy tugged her from the ride. 

"Gonna get it, little girl." He threatened, his hand sinking into her windblown hair as he backed her against the seat of his Harley. 

"And you’re gonna give it to me, tough guy?" She gasped as he tugged her head back and rocked between her legs. 

"You’re a mouthy bitch." He grunted, nipping her neck only to lap the sting away. "Should use it for something’ else."

"Like singing?" Nova quipped, pulling the zipper of his hoodie open and sliding her hands under his T-shirt. His skin was hot and stretched over cords of muscle, the tension rippling under the surface making her aware of just how dangerous he was. Happy was solid muscle and held himself as though he knew how to use it. He could hurt her if he wanted, he could do just about anything he wanted. Nova wasn’t even sure she’d stop him. 

"Like sucking." Happy growled into her mouth as he ravished it, his hand gripping her jaw and throat. Nova moaned as his tongue dove and twisted around her own, sucking on the curling muscle. His hands clutched her hips and ass while he ground against her spread thighs. Nova bit his lip, sucking on it greedily making him bare his teeth.  

Happy curled his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and rubbed the thin material of her panties. 

"Soaked, little girl."

"Someone’s turning me on." Her voice turned breathy as his fingertips swept through her lips. 

"Oh yeah? Who?" Happy’s rasp had goosebumps breaking out across her arms and breast, nothing had ever sounded so thigh quivering.

"Some hot biker. You wouldn’t know him." Nova groaned as his fingers sunk inside her, the heavy rings on his hand cold against her skin. 

"Mmm. There’s something hot." He mumbled along her shoulder and against her collarbone as he pushed her shirt up and off with his free hand. "N’wet."

"Oh fuck." Her mouth dropped open when his thick rough thumb swept across her clit. "Yes."

Happy laughed gruffly, while shoving his large calloused palm under her bra to tug on her nipple. "Gonna cum for me already. Dirty little slut."

"Fuck yes."

"Good girl, let me hear you." Happy's gravel filled words felt hot and wet against her chest as he dipped to suck on the tip he’d been twisting. Nova threw her head back as her body turned into a tightly wound knot, her hands curled into the front of his kutte. Stars burst behind her eyelids as she moaned and writhed against his deep plunging fingers and the wet suction of his hot mouth. She came long and hard until her limbs trembled weakly. 

"Happy." She gasped when he bit into the soft curve of her breast before rising to grin down at her. His smile was feral and his piercing black eyes predatory, as he slowly sucked his fingers clean. 

"Jesus Christ." Nova panted, her eyes dilating at the sight of his pitch colored eyes eating her alive. 

"Taste like cherrys." He rasped gruffly, tugging her face to his by the nape of her neck to share the flavor. 

Nova stroked the throbbing shape under the worn denim, "You gonna put this to use, player?"

With little hesitation, Happy yanked her from her spot on the Harley and spun her around. He bent her over the thick leather seat and pulled her leggings down sharply. 

“Fuck. Look at you." He rumbled, slapping her ass before grabbing it greedily. "Horny little bitch all grinding on my dick. Dripping all over my leather, girl."

"Yes." Nova hissed as he ground his denim covered dick against her bare ass. "What’re you gonna do about it, tough guy?"

Happy’s chest rumbled against her back as he growled into the curve of her neck, twisting her hair around his fist. "Gonna hold you down and fuck you ‘til you scream, little slut."

"Fuck." She groaned as he yanked his belt open, the leather smacking her trembling thighs before she felt his scorching heat against her folds. Nova groaned as Happy rocked against her wet core, her walls tightening in anticipation. 

"Do it, Happy." She panted, her blue eyes flicking over her tattooed shoulder at the man behind her. His eyes were chunks of coal, the dark voids only visible by the moonlight reflecting off the shiny chrome of the bike. 

"Hold me down and fuck me."

"Gonna make you cum, baby. " He growled into her ear, his hot wet tongue tasting the skin lazily. "Like. A lot."

Happy clutched onto Nova’s hips as he sunk inside her with a throaty snarl. He clenched his eyes shut, dropping his head backwards as he felt her walls shudder against his less than subtle girth. 

"Yeah. Take it." He grunted, as she pushed back into his hips. "Fillin’ you up good huh, baby girl?"

"Yes." She panted, her back arched as Happy pounded into her supple body. Nova’s skin was smooth and pale, ink splashed along her spine and ribs before it curled around her hip. His fingers dug into the pliable flesh but also stroked the dark images embedded in her skin. 

He couldn’t believe he had her bent over his bike in the middle of fucking nowhere. It wasn’t what he’d planned but it was definitely checking off another line on his bucket list. He’d always wanted to bend a bitch over his ride and the perky titted blonde, with her curvy ass and long legs seemed to fit perfectly. Especially with her spiky heels propped up on his foot rest.

"Oh god." She moaned as his hand sunk into her hair, pulling her head back sharply as he plunged into her quickly. "Happy! Fu-ck."

"Yeah. Happy’s fuckin’ you." He snarled, rocking into her heat with deep and thorough thrusts. His hand circled her throat, his fingers resting over her thrumming pulse. "Fuckin you good."

"Yes." Nova hissed, her eyes fluttering as he worked her over.

Happy drove into her a few more times before he pulled out and spun her around. Nova stepped out of her leggings and practically climbed his body as he hoisted her up. He shuffled with her wrapped around his torso, pressing her against the trunk of the tree. His hips kept pistoning into her, while his blunt fingernails dug into her ass and thighs. Happy wanted to mark her, to have her feel him the next day whenever she sat down. He wanted any other pussy ass bitches she fucked to know who her ass belonged too.

"I’m ownin’ this ass." He snarled into her neck, his teeth raking up the side. "It’s mine."

Her breath was shuddered and gasped into his ear, the sound tightening his balls and creating a feral growl to rumble his ribs. 

Nova was crying out and writhing as his hips rutted into her weeping core, his dick filling her up and spreading her open. She was so soaked, their skin slid and slapped vulgarly together with every thrust. 

"That’s it." He rasped, his voice gravelly as she clawed at his shoulders, her walls clenching and fluttering around his dick. "Cum for me."

"Happy." Nova moaned, her swollen lips parted and eyes closed, as he cursed into her breasts. Her body was clutching onto every part of him, her pussy sucking him in and nails digging into the tan flesh of his neck and chest. The woman writhed against him as she came, her pussy slathering him with her arousal. 

"God girl." He panted against her sweaty chest, his tongue licking a salty path up to her ear as he growled, "Gonna fill you now. Want that you little horny bitch?"

"Yes."

"Yeah you do, slut." Happy snarled, slamming his dick into her greedy core with no restraint. His knees almost buckled as the heat and tension building in his balls broke. His dick pulsed and throbbed as he shot his load as deep as possible inside her hot little hole. Nova moaned and sighed as he rocked lazily into her, their combined fluids soaked her ass and inner thighs. 

Happy stumbled back and set her down, both of them collapsing onto the grass below the tree. 

He panted heavily, his hand resting on his chest as he looked over at Nova. Blonde hair tousled and her bare tits puckered in the cool air. 

She smirked at him with swollen lips and hooded eyes, the girl too good looking for a tattooed killer like him. 

He watched her laying there, sprawled out thoroughly fucked. All raw and gorgeous. 

It had to be the reason for the slip of the tongue. 

"This mean we’re namin’ our kid Harley?" He asked with a lazy grin, the words falling from his lips before his brain caught up to them. Happy had no fucking idea where the thought came from, but blamed it on the lack of blood in his brain and the tequila they’d shared. 

Nova released a breathy laugh, her eyes sparkling at the question and replied, "Suppose it could be worse, could’ve fucked in a Hummer."

Thanks for reading! 

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

Mommy Dearest

A/N: For Soy’s 666 Challenge Fic @hornsbeforehalos . My prompt was: “I’m evil, babe, kinda comes with the territory.” Prompt is bolded within fic. This is my first time writing a fic with an OFC, please be kind. Also, @hornsbeforehalos congrats on the followers baby!!!! I LOVE YOU!

Dean Winchester x OFC Rhiann Clay; Bobby Singer; Sam Winchester

OFC(s): Flora & Rhiann Clay (mother/daughter)

Summary: Dean, Sam, and Bobby are on the hunt for a century-old witch who has made it her job to take out as many Hunters as she can. When they stop at a random motel during the search, things take a dangerous turn but, in the chaos,, find a possible new ally.

Warnings: Mild violence, mild language

Words: 3956

Banner graphic made by me. Unbeta’d - all mistakes are mine to own.

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“This is not someone you boys wanna mess with,” Bobby warned, squinting back against the midafternoon sun. The dust still hadn’t settled from his arrival, but he didn’t waste a second telling Sam and Dean what he had uncovered about this new threat.

“Why? What is she? What do we need to take her out?” Dean asked, somewhat confident they could take out anything. “I mean, its just another monster, right?”

Bobby shook his head disapprovingly. “No, she’s not just another monster, boy. She’s human. Or at least she was.”

“Was?” Sam’s concern over their new foe was not unfounded. He could read the level of Bobby’s warning and take it for what it was. This was a “seek shelter” red alert of the Emergency Broadcast System, not a blip on the radar of some small storm to come.

Dean rolled his eyes. “C’mon, you two are acting like this little brunette could wipe out the world. What’s the worst she’s gonna do?”

“Dean, you know better. Lilith was a little girl—”

“Lilith was a demon, Sam,” Dean corrected with a bark. “This girl, she’s human. Let me find her and I’ll put a bullet in her damn head before she takes out another Hunter.”

“It just ain’t that simple, Dean.”

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because, she’s not just human. She was a Hunter. She was the most skilled Hunter for her time; the stuff legends were made of. Story goes that she was after a coven out on the west coast somewhere. They found her, and instead of killing her, they turned her. I don’t know how or with what. But after that, she wasn’t the same. She turned on our kind. She started hunting Hunters, throwin’ ‘em up to whatever monster was close by.”

Dean flashed an exasperated scowl at Sam; his eyes ablaze with anger at what this crazy psycho bitch was doing to his fellow brothers-in-arms. Sam merely brushed him off and recommitted his attention to Bobby.

“You said, of her time, what time was that?”

“Oh, somewhere in the nineteenth century. Probably around the time Samuel Colt was pouring the metal for that gun.”

Bobby nodded to the Impala’s trunk, but the boys both knew what he had meant without the insinuation. The Colt was locked away safely in its protected enclosure, and Sam was glad now, more than ever, they happened to have it in their possession.

“Will it be enough to take her out?” Sam asked, absently resting a hand against the trunk where their best hope weapon rested.

“I have no clue, Sam. I know what I told ya. This girl, she’s got magic in her that runs deep, plus the mind and knowhow of a skilled hunter. She ain’t gonna—”

“You two are ridiculous. Sittin’ here all scared of some old ass half human half witch who shoulda been dead decades ago. Show me a picture and let me go all Boba Fett on her ass. We’ll see who comes out on top.”

Bobby and Sam shared an exchange that did not go unnoticed by Dean. He was getting frustrated with them over how scared they were acting over the latest target. Shaking his head, he pushed off the Impala’s driver side door and started pacing between his and Bobby’s car.

“Where is she now, Bobby?” Sam asked, ignoring Dean’s silent wandering tantrum.

“Working on that. Rufus is supposed to be gettin’ back to me real soon. But, last I heard she was stalking these two hunters outside of Philadelphia. Somewhere up in the Poconos. Doubt she’s still there, but I got ears on the ground everywhere I can think of. We’ll find her.”

“Yeah, when?” Dean asked with a sarcastic shrug. “When she slits another Hunter’s throat? When she leads a nest of vampires straight to our door?!” The volume of his voice was escalating, even being remote as they were Bobby tried to shush him, but Dean was having none of it.

“I’m tired of losing people we know, Bobby! Yeah, this one ain’t on us, but I’ll be damned if I am gonna just sit by and let it happen. Let’s get back to your place, pack up what we can and head to Pennsylvania. Let’s track this bitch down before she takes someone else out.”

  The trip east was wrought with one roadblock after another. It was three days before they rolled into the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, and thanks to a near miss with a deer and three blown tires, one extra day before they arrived in the Pocono area.

Dean’s mood was nothing to be trifled with. The last few hours in the car were silent; Sam knowing better than to try and engage his brother in conversation when Dean was being this crabby. His furrowed brow and pensive glare were fixed to the road ahead and barely registered any change but a flicker of his eyes when Sam’s phone began ringing.

“Yeah, what’s up Bobby?” Sam said answering it. “Great, thanks.”

“What?” Dean grunted without giving his brother a glance.

“Rufus finally called. Looks like those two hunters turned up where they were supposed to. If she was after them, she didn’t succeed.”

“So, we drove all this way for nothing?” Dean’s patience was already thin, this news did nothing for his mood. “Damn it!” he growled and gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Not necessarily, it just means that they got home.”

“Alright, well, where were they then? What where they hunting? Gimme something, Sam.”

“I have no idea Dean, I’m giving you the information I have. Bobby—”

Dean growled a low, guttural noise rose in his chest as he sharply pulled the Impala to the side of the deserted mountain road. “Bobby is dragging his ass on this.”

“That’s not fair, man. He’s getting the info second hand, too.”

“Why is it, we can figure out how to kill and track all kinds of funky monsters, but can’t get a grip on where this bitch is?”

“I don’t know, but we will find her.”

“Hmpf,” Dean muttered and looked in his rearview mirror, waiting for Bobby’s old beater to catch up with him. When the familiar headlights pulled in behind the Impala, Dean hopped out, but left the car running.

Bobby rolled down the window and watched as Dean approached, and knew he was in for some kind of pouty tirade.

“Bobby…”

“I know, Dean, I know. But I am telling you, Rufus is convinced she’s still here.”

“Here? Here where? We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“He said to take the next exit. There’s a motel up and off the highway a few miles. Said she’s somewhere close by.”

Dean closed his eyes and sighed in frustration. He turned on his heel and went back to the Impala without another word.

  Rhiann watched from the window as the rain fell hard enough to create puddles in the grass. Being stuck in the room, again, was more than she could really handle, but there wasn’t too much choice in the matter. Her mother had told her to stay put, and it wasn’t because she wasn’t old enough to make her own choices; not following her mother’s orders would just be stupid, and deadly.  

Headlights swept into the parking lot, followed immediately by another pair. Two old cars shut down in front of the office and she watched as the three men who exited, dash through the drops and inside where it was dry.

Her heart sank. She knew who they were, and that they were coming. Mother had told her as much. But what could she do? She couldn’t do anything without putting herself into jeopardy. And what were the lives of three strangers, compared to that of her own?

“Nothing,” she mumbled into the empty room, but knew it was the wrong answer.

Using her finger against the cold, foggy window, she drew a small x on each of the cars, and secretly prayed they’d find a way to live. She rolled her eyes at that small voice, the one that hated the death and violence, no matter how justified mother claimed it was. The part of her that was human enough to understand that you couldn’t continue killing in the name of one person or one thing. It wasn’t right.

Rhiann sighed. Her whole life to this point was to obey Flora’s rules, then use her innate psychic abilities to help find and eliminate Hunters. Her mother was ruthless when it came to this mission, regardless of the fact that she was once a Hunter herself. It had been a century ago, but still, she had been one.

Rising from the window sill, Rhiann began to pace the floor. She didn’t know those men; couldn’t pick them up out of a line up, but she knew they were the latest targets and began to feel sick because she part of what helped to lure them in.

In the bathroom now, she flipped on the overhead fluorescent light and cringed at her reflection. She’d not been sleeping, and it was beginning to show. Her red hair was a wildfire of tangles and the remnants of yesterday’s makeup was left in small traces around her eyes. The air in the room suddenly became stifling. The more she stared at her pallid reflection, the more she wanted to run screaming out of the room. Flora told her to stay put, but she couldn’t anymore. Rhiann was desperate for fresh air against her skin and damn the consequences should she get caught.

She didn’t bother with a coat, instead just ran out of her room and into the parking lot. Relishing the feeling of the cold mountain air against her skin, she didn’t stop until she was halfway through the parking lot. She wouldn’t have stopped either, if not for the collision with the man.

Rhiann had been walking hastily, with her face upturned to the rain when she ran smack into his chest, his arms grabbing her shoulders before she could fall back completely. “Hey there, you alright?!” he asked, releasing her shoulders once Rhiann was steady on her feet.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I should be paying closer attention.”

“No problem, these things happen.”

Rhiann studied his face and immediately knew, he was one of them. She looked past him towards the office, saw the other two through the window waiting at the desk. She wanted to warn him before Flora worked her magic; tell them to get gone before they could get hurt. But that could potentially cost her own life. Mother or not, Flora was a witch with great power and an incredible amount of malice intent.

Guilt ate at her in the seconds it took to refocus on the man in front of her. He was watching her curiously, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. Rhiann had been raised to hate hunters, they were the reason for so many tragedies in her mother’s life. On blind faith, she did for years, but lately, she began to question it. More so now that she was face to face with this one in particular.

Something in the way he looked at her, not through her like most people do, but in the way people dream about. His bright eyes were soft and kind, his hand that lingered against her shoulder warm in comparison to the cold rain soaking through her shirt.

“You gotta go,” she begged, suddenly grabbing the lapels of his coat. “Please, PLEASE, you and your friends, you have to leave now. Don’t go into your rooms.”

He stared at her, confused at first. His green eyes flickered back towards the office and back to her. “What? Who are you?”

“My mother… she’s… you’re a hunter, right?”

His body tensed. From the corner of her eye, she noticed his hand twitch towards the weapon he most certainly carried on his hip.

“Maybe.”

“I know you are. You and your friends need to leave. She’s going to kill you.”

“Who?” he barked, causing Rhiann’s nerves to shake.

“Look man, I don’t know your name, just that you’re a hunter. Most likely here to try and find a witch named Clay. Flora Clay. She’s my mother,” she explained quickly, her eyes continually darting between him and the office door.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the overhang by the rooms. Once out of the rain he stepped in closer, his face drawn into a threatening expression.

“My name is Dean Winchester. I am a hunter, damn good one, too. Got two other ones in there. So, if this is some kind of game you’re playing here, sweetheart, I can promise you, it’s not gonna end well for you or mommy dearest.”

Rhiann’s bottom lip was quivering. For a moment Dean considered the fact that she was just a pawn, but he knew better; at least his instinct reminded him that he did. He engaged in his desire to end the witch they were hunting and if her daughter could help move that along, he would at least give a listen before he had to end her, too.

“No game. She’s here, and she’s not going to stop until she takes out every hunter she can find.”

“How exactly does she find them?” he asked, his rage simmering just under the surface.

Rhiann hung her head. She was afraid to face her part in it, but the longer she denied it, the more that voice in the back of her head would scream at her to own up to it. “Me. It’s my fault. I have this ability… I can touch someone or something that belongs to someone, then sense where that person is, who they are, what they feel... I hate it. But mother, she forces me to use it.”

Dean bit down on his lower lip so hard, she thought he might draw blood. “We aren’t done talking about that, but I need to know where she is. Right now!”

“She’s in the office. At least she was.”

Dean turned in a panic. Knowing Sam and Bobby were still in there, caused a bolt of fear to race through him. Without thinking, he grabbed Rhiann by the arm and drug her towards the office door.

“I don’t want to kill you, but if she hurt them, I’m gonna kill her. Then, you.”

Rhiann was silent. Her body shook with fear of what they would find when Dean finally pushed that door open. She felt deserved whatever torture he had in store. After all, she was the one who found them in the first place.

Dean cautiously turned the handle and walked inside. Bobby and Sam were on the floor, alive, but knocked unconscious. Flora stood over them, her back to the door. Dean grabbed Rhiann and held one arm tightly around her neck, so she couldn’t run and silently withdrew his weapon, targeting the back of Flora’s head.

“What did you do to them you bitch?!” Dean yelled, eliciting a dark chuckle to rise from Flora’s gut.

When she faced him and saw he had her daughter by the neck, her salacious grin grew across her wrinkled face. “Oh, another hunter to play with. Lovely.”

“Flora, please… enough…” Rhiann pleaded quietly, a steady stream of tears falling. “These are good people, they aren’t responsible for—”

“Darling, please do shut up!” Flora moaned and rolled her eyes. “Honestly, all these years of hearing you whine is aging me. I can’t listen to it anymore.” Under her breath, she mumbled a few incoherent words, and Rhiann’s mouth became shut. She couldn’t speak no matter how hard she tried. With a flick of her wrist, she moved Rhiann from Dean’s gripped and hurled her against the wall of the office, her head knocking into a shelf, then crashing to the floor.

Dean watched in shock and disgust as Rhiann was torn from his embrace and flung into the faux wood paneling. He was frozen in place as he watched Flora stalk towards her daughter, now unconscious on the floor. She muttered another spell and raised her hand again when Dean finally found his ability to move again. Grabbing his gun, he pointed it at her and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced her shoulder but barely affected her.

“Stupid boy, bullets won’t hurt me. Now sit down.” She flicked her wrist again, and Dean was pushed back against the door and shoved by an invisible force to the ground. Flora glanced over her shoulder and cackled at Dean. “That’s better.”

“Why? Huh? Why go through all this trouble? You’re gonna kill your own daughter now?”

“I’m evil, babe, kinda comes with the territory. Besides, she turned on me. She’s useless to me now. You three will just have to be the last of my hunter kills. Then, I can move on to bigger and more destructive things,” Flora purred, her raspy voice croaking a laugh.

Dean tried to fight against his capture, but he couldn’t move anything. “You’re just a witch, how the hell do you have this kind of juice?”

“Just a witch?” Flora questioned and feigned offense. “I’m hurt you don’t recognize good demonic work when you see it.” She snarled another smile, flashing black eyes at Dean. His gut lurched at the sight of the demon embodying the witch and felt a brief moment of despair. She turned towards him and way from Rhiann, eyeing him up like a piece of candy. Dean saw movement from behind her, washing away the speck of doubt that they would come out of this ok.

“Oh great, more of you nasty ass things,” he smirked, trying to keep her attention. “How long have you been playing dress up as a witch? Hmm? Can’t keep it up as a demon, so you gotta take some witchy Viagra or something?”

“Please, Dean. Do you have any idea how powerful this makes me? Trust me, I’ll—”

Flora screamed in pain, a light flashed from her eyes as the demon inside her succumbed to the blade that was now protruding from her back. Dean was immediately released from his invisible captivity and further slumped to the ground. Just as Flora’s body fell to the floor and began to immediately deteriorate, Bobby was stumbling backward and shaking his head of whatever Flora had done to him.

Sam was starting to stir, trying to get back on his feet when he realized there was trouble happening around him.

“You alright?!” Dean asked and helped Sam to his feet before checking him for any further wounds.

“Yeah, fine. You?”

Dean nodded and clapped him on the chest. “Yeah. Good. Bobby?”

“In one piece,” he gruffed and patted down his own chest in relief. “What the hell just happened?”

They all looked at each other, then down to Rhiann still lying on the floor. Blood was pooling around her head from where it collided with the shelf on the wall. Dean cautiously knelt beside her and felt for a pulse.

She was alive. He gently rolled her over, allowing Bobby and Sam to get a better look at her face.

“Who’s she?” Bobby asked.

“Her daughter. She ran into me in the parking lot and knew we were hunters. Said her mother was Flora Clay, and she was out to kill us.”

“So, this was her?” Sam asked, “the witch we were after?”

“The very same,” Bobby said and shared a look of surprise with the boys. “I still don’t get how—I mean, what’s the odds?”

Dean sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know, maybe we just got lucky.”

“Seems that way,” Sam said, bending down and checking over Rhiann’s wound. “What do we do with her?”

Bobby looked between them and shrugged. “Good question. Dean, got any thoughts? You spoke to her. She something that needs to be put down like her momma?”

From below them, Rhiann began to come around. She groaned softly, her hand traveling to the painful spot on her head. Dean was at her side, helping her to sit up and stayed hunkered down beside her.

“You know who I am?” he asked, once she was focusing on his face.

She nodded. “Dean Winchester. A damn good hunter.”

“That’s right,” Dean said and snorted a laugh. “Do you know who you are?”

“Rhiann Clay.”

Dean nodded. “Flora is taken care of. Did you know she was possessed?”

“Possessed?” Rhiann asked, her mind still reeling from the pain she felt in her head. “Possessed by what?”

“A demon.”

Rhiann shook her head slowly, “No, I had no idea.”

Dean seemed to consider her answer and she felt relieved when he accepted it as fact. He stood up and extended a hand towards her to help her up on her feet. Rhiann jumped, startled by seeing Bobby and Sam both on their feet and staring at her.

“You’re alright,” she said, a small, exhausted smile on her lips. “I thought—”

“We’re fine,” Bobby replied. “But, uh, now what do we do about you?”

Rhiann moved to the small couch that was against the wall. She sighed and looked between the three men towering over her. “Whatever you must. I didn’t like what I was doing, but I did it. I helped her. That blood is on my hands, too.”

The hunters shared a silent exchange, and all seemed to know and agree what the others intended.

“You’re not your mother. Everyone deserves another chance. At least once,” Dean said quietly. “We won’t hurt you. But don’t let us find out that you picked up in mom’s footsteps.”

Rhiann felt a sob of relief expel and she didn’t even care who noticed. She covered her face with her hands and began to cry, years of fear and now relief, pouring out in waves.

“You have somewhere you could go?” Bobby asked, ignoring the looks of curiosity on Sam and Dean’s faces after he asked.

“No, just this place. I can’t stay here though. I just—”

“It’s fine,” Bobby tutted and sat beside her on the couch. “I maybe got somewhere you could hang your hat for a bit. Just till ya get on your feet. Let’s us keep an eye on you, too.”

Rhiann looked at him cautiously. She was taken aback by his kindness and wasn’t sure if she could trust him or not. She reached out and hesitantly took his hand, wanting to see if she could feel his true intentions. The vibration raised from his flesh and coursed into her mind’s eye. Her psychic abilities were a bit dulled since the crack on the head, but she could feel them nonetheless. This was a good man. True of spirit and word.

She let go of his hand and smiled. “If you mean it, I think I’d like to take you up on that.” Rhiann looked up at Dean and thought maybe there was a hint of a smile there. When she looked back towards Bobby, he too, seemed pleased.

“Good. No reason you have to suffer cause mom there was a monster. Maybe a stable place is just what you need.”

Dean reached down to take her hand and helped her up from the couch. Bobby also stood up with a slight groan and Sam clapped him on the shoulder.

“Job ain’t getting’ any easier, is it Bobby?”

“Shut up, boy,” Bobby muttered and reached down to the place on the floor where the demon blade now lay in a pile of ashes that once belonged to a possessed witch named Flora Clay. “Let’s go home. I need a damn drink.”

[hornsbeforehalos]

SOY’S EVIL INSIDE ,666 FOLLOWERS CHALLENGE

Hey guys! I let ya’ll know before that once I got 666 followers, I’d be hosting my first ever CHALLENGE, and well, here it is, folks! On Friday the 13th, no less!

Rules:

-You don’t have to follow me to enter in the challenge, but it’d be pretty nice if you did!

-If it has more than like, 300 words, guys, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF CHUCK, use a read more. 

-Can be SPN, TWD, SOA, or any RPF for any of the actors. 

-Must use a prompt/quote/song listed below, it’d be cool if you highlight that part in your writing somehow but if not then that’s cool too. 

-Be sure to use appropriate warnings.Smut, Angst, Fluff, even Non-con stories are permitted but PLEASE tag it.

-Can be any pairing or ship except for Cegan. S’weird, guys. 

- x OC is highly encouraged but x Readers are okay as well. 

- Be sure to tag me at either this blog or @soythedemonqueen and use the hashtag #soy’s 666 challenge 

-Entries will be due 6 weeks from now: August 24th, 2018

Prompts/Songs/Quotes: PLEASE LET ME KNOW THE PROMPT SO I CAN MARK IT OUT FOR YOU!

-“I’m evil, babe, kinda comes with the territory.” @coffee-obsessed-writer

-“What did you think this was? A fairytale? Baby, you’re in Hell.”  @docharleythegeekqueen

-”I hate you so much I could kiss you right now.”

-”You created this monster, so now you get do deal with it.” @wingedcatninja

-”You wouldn’t know what to do with me if you had me.” @pink1031

“He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man.” @wilde-abandon

“Sorry, my halo broke.” @fandomoniumflurry

“The Devil always made more sense, anyways.”

“You couldn't hurt met if you tried.” @sorenmarie87

“The Irish in me gives me protection from Evil, love.”

“Lucifer was right.

 “You motherfuckers need Jesus” ME! This is my prompt that @coffee-obsessed-writer chose for me!

 “Shepherds we shall be...”

 “Sometimes you just gotta kill a guy.”

“What’d you expect? Violence is in my blood.”

-Castle by Halsey

-Hold Me Down by Halsey @jesbakescookies

-Control by Halsey @staywildemoonchild

-Right Here in My Arms by HIM

-Hell on an Angel by Brantley Gilbert 

-Walk With Me In Hell byLamb of God

-Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold

-Bat Country by Avenged Sevenfold

-The Beast and The Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold

-Helena by My Chemical Romance @through-thesilver-lining

-Hang ‘Em High by My Chemical Romance

-Bad Things by Camila Cabella & G-Easy

 -Save Him By Justin Nozuka

 -Snuff by Slipknot

 -Him & I by G-Easy and Halsey @reigningqueenofwords

-Only by JellyRoll

DESTIEL. ANYTHING. BUT THEY GOTTA FUCK

DESUS. ANYTHIGN. BUT THEY GOTTA FUCK

CASTIEL LOSES HIS VIRGINITY TO DEAN.

DARYL LOSES HIS VIRGINITY TO JESUS

NOW FOR THE CONTEST WINNER!

The winner of the 600 followers contest is: @srj1990  @coffee-obsessed-writer and they get to pick any prompt with any character I write for (listed below) 

Daryl Dixon

Negan

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

John Wincester

Lucifer (SPN ONLY)

Murphy MacManus

Connor MacManus

Norman Reedus

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Jensen Ackles

Jared Padalecki

Misha Collins

Rob Benedict

Richard Speight Jr.

Ville Valo

Bam Margera

The Joker (not Suicide Squad, though)

Harley Quinn (Not Suicide Squad, though)

You can also pick one of My OFCs for me to write them with or one of your own. Please remember I don’t write reader inserts in the second person POV. My characters are:

Fiona (From BDS3)

Hunter (From Hunter & Arrow)

Kylin (From Anytime & Whiskey)

Keagan (From Conquests)

Kuolema (From Conquests & 666Ways)

Jaxon (From Conquests)

El-ai (From Angels)

Kitara (From Feral & Dangerous)

Tags of people I think would be interested:

@reigningqueenofwords @coffee-obsessed-writer @sorenmarie87 @fandomoniumflurry @lovetusk @moonchild-shoshanna @blacklightguidesnic @pink1031 @natasha-cole @jesbakescookies

[makebelievetimeformymind]

Save the Hallmark

Drab for soy’s 666 followers challenge @hornsbeforehalos

Prompt:: “Helena” by My Chemical Romance

Pairing:: Dean Winchester X Elizabeth Lafitte (Benny’s great Granddaughter)

Warning:: Nothing major at all, some angst.

word count::800

Giggles filled the air causing his emerald eyes to shine. Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate. This all felt to good be true for Elizabeth. Nobody in their right mind thought Dean Winchester would actually leave Sam in the cage but he made a promise. The couple clicked their glasses in toast to her passing go when the lights flickered a few times. Dean perked his head up toward the lamp to watch flickers again.

“Never gonna get a break, are we?” She asked, “Let me get my two hundred, please. The bulb could more than likely be going out.”

Dean grabbed the fake money, not taking his eyes from the view of the open room and pointed them in her direction.

“My Spidery senses are tingling. Stay here.” Gun in hand held downward he pulled the blinds down low enough to glance outside. “It’s too dark for me to see anything.”

“Things are better if I stay.” Static echoed from the radio above the fireplace as the room went completely dark. “It’s the storm. We shall be okay, just listen to the beautiful thunder.”

The storm played in the background with a ray of fireworks giving her enough light to see him pilfering for a flashlight. Stretching out across the couch Elizabeth closed her eyes to wait for the lights to return. “Come cuddle. Break that damn radio, too.”

No response was given.

She darted upright, “Dean?” White lights brightened the room and clashing stopped. “DEAN?!”

Nothing but for white noise caused by the radio pierced her eardrums.

Ears plugged deep with fingers her eyes bounce all over room in panic. The lights flickered faster until everything became distorted; as if the TV needed bunny ears adjusted, fear flowed to the bottom of her gut.

“Can you hear me?” Louder she called for him, refusing to watch her world flash between a blank room and the fantasy. “Oh my God, fucking Dean. Are you near me?!” Her surroundings switched a couple more times before staying solid white. Legs crossed she sat on the floor rocking backing and forth, fingers still shoved in her ears, screaming for help.

Dean and Sam were standing in front of Elizabeth wide eyed, not having a clue what was going on with her. Dean placed the Angel blade in his boot. “Elizabeth?”

Shaking her shoulders Dean looked at her petrified face, wondering how to bring her back to. Quickly a pair of hazel eyes peered open. Holding each other’s glare they were surprised.

“Dean? Where did you go?” Confused, she shook her head violently. “WHY are you here?” Mentally collecting composure she massaged tiny circles against her temples. “Aren’t you supposed to be down there taking care of monsters?”

“No, I’m supposed to be here saving you. There are always monsters.” Dean’s lips tightened.  

“Uh, guys… can we hurry this along?” They fought their way to her in heaven but time wasn’t on their side.

“What in hell are ya’ll doing here?” She hissed at them getting on her feet.

Dean placed finger in the air, “Heaven”. He showed no sign of sarcasm. Hard cheek bones and a square jaw glared at Elizabeth.

“Why are you here?”

He squeezed his eyes taking a deep breath, shoulders low. “I told Benny I would protect you.”

“Dean, she’s in heaven.” Poking his head back into the hallway to look out the door, “And we’re not supposed to be. We really need to go.”

“What if it’s not meant to be?” breaks in his voice pulled on her heart.

Head down and eyes locked at the floor, she did everything to keep her emotions in check. Cries were pushing their way up her throat.  

“Elizabeth, look at me.” Pulling her squared to him she looked to their feet, avoiding eye contact. She didn’t want to slow him down more than already. “I said look at me!” he growled.

Tears gushed as Elizabeth looked up at Dean’s misty eyes. Swallowing gulps of air to hold her breath helped sideline the hysteria. “The truth is I’m past saving.” She was, too. Seeing real monsters was enough to not fight her fate to die, destiny is destiny.  

“Oh, come on, man, don’t quote me to me.”

“I thought you and Sam always told each other not to look for one another?” Taking a step back, so his hands would fall “I think it’s better if I stay. So long and goodnight.”

He hated not being able to argue a valid point, “Save the hallmark.” Spinning on heals he dabbed his eyes cry and started walking away.

Hostility filled her voice, “Seriously? Save the hallmark? That’s your response?!”

“What’s the worst that I can say?”

“So long not goodnight.”

[nekoannie-chan]

Nueva sangre parte I

Pareja: Steve Rogers X OFC mexicana (Laura Eréndira Ríos Téllez) X Brock Rumlow

Palabras: 666 palabras

Sinopsis: Una extraña criatura ha atacado en la Ciudad, Steve y Brock deberán resolver el caso, pero necesitarán la ayuda de Eréndira, sin embargo nuevos sentimientos se despertarán en el equipo.

Advertencias: Menciones de críptidos.

N/A: Este One-shot es mi entrada para Marvel Diversity Challenge con el tema de televisión #1:

“True Blood”

Este es un Universo Alternativo de True Blood, Steve y Brock son vampiros.

Eréndira puede leer mentes y auras.

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.

DISCLAIMER: Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

Otros lugares donde publico: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

Si te gusto por favor vota, comenta y rebloguea.

Tags: @sinceimetyou​ @black23​ 

— ¿Has visto las noticias? —Cecilia le preguntó a Eréndira.

— ¿Sobre el ataque del supuesto chupacabras?

—Si no fue eso, entonces no sé qué otro...ser pudo haber sido.

—Estoy segura que es algo más —afirmó Eréndira.

—No lo sé desde los vampiros decidieron hacer su existencia pública…

—Día de muertos está cerca, pudo haber sido cualquier ser, los vampiros no son los únicos que existen —interrumpió Eréndira.

— ¿Por qué estás tan segura? ¿Cómo lo sabes? —cuestionó Cecilia.

—Pues…simplemente yo sé cosas. Por cierto, ¿puedes apurarte a comerte tu pastel?, quiero irme.

—Nunca he entendió porque te molesta tanto estar en lugares públicos…

«Si supieras lo molesto que es escuchar los pensamientos de los demás y que cuando hay demasiada gente es muy molesto», pensó Eréndira mientras su amiga seguía hablando.

Casi media hora después salieron de la cafetería, ya había anochecido, ni siquiera se habían dado cuenta de las horas que estuvieron en el lugar, iban caminando por la Alameda, justo en el momento en el que pasaron por enfrente del Palacio de Bellas Artes cuando dos hombres, uno de cabello rubio y el otro de cabello negro le llamaron la atención, no había logrado percibir ningún pensamiento ni ver sus auras, algo de ellos le llamó la atención, sin contar que en definitiva le parecieron extranjeros. Ellos también voltearon a verla en el mismo momento.

Unas horas después Eréndira apagó el televisor, desde que llegó a su casa vio varias películas, había sido un día abrumador al estar en contacto con tantas personas y leer tantas mentes, no era algo que hiciera a propósito, simplemente no podía evitarlo, sin contar que nunca le había contado a nadie acerca de sus “habilidades”, sabía lo que la gente haría, prefería evitar problemas.

En su mente volvieron a aparecer los hombres que había visto cuando se dirigían hacia el metro hasta que el sonido del timbre la sobresaltó. Al abrir la puerta se llevó una gran sorpresa.

—Hola Eréndira, ¿no nos invitas a pasar? —Brock preguntó en inglés.

—No quisimos interrumpirte hace rato que te vimos —dijo Steve.

—O sea, primero: no sé quiénes son, segundo: ¿cómo saben mi nombre, donde vivo y que también hablo inglés?, tercero: ¿por qué vienen después de medianoche a mi casa?, cuarto: no son humanos, ¿qué son?

—Trabajamos en S.H.I.E.L.D., yo soy Steve Rogers y él es Brock Rumlow, necesitamos tu ayuda, pero si tienes dudas puedes hablar con nuestro superior —respondió Steve entregándole una tarjeta con los datos de Fury.

Eréndira miró dubitativa la tarjeta, unos segundos después la tomó con notoria desconfianza y marcó el número, la llamada duró cerca de diez minutos.

—De acuerdo, su jefe me confirmó todo lo que me dijeron, pero aún queda una pregunta: ¿qué son?

— ¿No es obvio? Somos vampiros —respondió Brock a punto de perder la paciencia.

—Oh…No tengo “True Blood”…

—No te preocupes, conseguimos unas antes de venir aquí —aseguró Steve y Eréndira suspiró.

—Pueden pasar —después de que Steve y Brock se sentaron en la sala Eréndira continuó—. No entiendo como puedo ayudarlos.

—Con nuestro caso, querida —respondió Brock dándole unos documentos.

Eréndira revisó la documentación durante algunos minutos, tenía muchísimas preguntas, pero sabía que probablemente no se las respondería, por primera vez en su vida se sintió un poco decepcionada al no poder escuchar lo que pasaba dentro de la cabeza de ellos.

—La sección mexicana de S.H.I.E.L.D. es quien debería de llevar este caso…

—Ha habido algunos problemas, ellos dijeron que probablemente había sido un chupacabras, pero las evidencias nos muestran que no fue así —explicó Steve.

—En 2014 fue el último avistamiento de uno, hay muchos críptidos, podría ser un cadejo o un nahual, cualquier cosa —respondió Eréndira.

—Por eso necesitamos tu ayuda, creemos que eres la persona indicada —dijo Brock.

—No entiendo porque yo, somos más de 124 millones de mexicanos, ¿por qué yo?

Brock y Steve se vieron y sonrieron, aún no era momento para decirle la verdad, pero definitivamente la necesitaban para resolver el caso.

[sorenmarie87]

Challenges

9 Squares - 3 Fics

SPN Fluff Bingo (2018) SPN Fluff Bingo 2019 SPN FLUFF BINGO 2020 SPN Kink Bingo (2018) SPN Kink Bingo (2019) SPN Genre Bingo 2018/2019 SPN Genre Round (2020) SPN AU Bingo (2019) SPN AU Bingo 2020 SPN ABO Bingo SPN Halloween Bingo

SPN Mixed Bingo Star Spangled Bingo FNAF In Real Life (Dean x Reader)  Beca’s Birthday Challenge Let’s Play (Sam x Reader)  @impala-dreamer‘s “Tell Me A Story Drabble Challenge” What the hell are you playing? (Charlie x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader) -  @miss-spnm0mma and her 200 follower challenge Please keep threatening me, it’s adorable. (Part 1) - Soy’s 666 Challenge @hornsbeforehalos I’ll miss you, Charlie. (Charlie x Reader) @ravenangel33‘s  1.5k Autumn Challenge I’m your nerd though. (Charlie x Reader) @ravenangel33‘s  1.5k Autumn Challenge,  @coffee-obsessed-writer‘s Fics for Follows challenge. No chick flicks though - @archiveofourown73‘s Heart Desire writing challenge.

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Vegan Challenge: Day Two Breakfast - tofu scramble with broccoli and Louisiana hot sauce, coffee with soy milk Lunch - tofu 'bread' with tofurkey, mustard, and olives Snack - seaweed and blueberries Dessert - none Totals: 666 cal, 42 protein, 12.5 net carbs, 43 fat Protein was much better! Wasn't feeling a dessert tonight (which is weird), and I wasn't too hungry. I did get really bloated after my tofu on tofu lunch and ended up with a mega headache by 6pm, but I can't say they're related to my eating. I actually really liked the tofu as bread. I wanted to toast it, but apparently the toaster as work is missing? So I just warmed it in the microwave. It was a bit soft, but workable! And the tofu scramble wasn't half bad, either. I think tofu might have a place in my regular rotation. Just a little.

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Evil Inside 666 Followers Challenge Masterlist

The number next to the Author name is the prompt number they chose from this list. Supernatural:

1. @coffee-obsessed-writer- Mommy Dearest (Dean x OFC) 2. @docharleythegeekqueen- Mine (Demon!Dean x Reader) 4. @wingedcatninja- Slow Down (Dean X Reader) 6. @wildefiction​ - The Beast Inside (Sam x OFC)* 7. @fandomoniumflurry- Mountaintop Temptation (Casifer x OFC) 18. @staywildemoonchild- The Sleeper (Part One) (Sam x OMC) 25. @through-thesilver-lining- Save The Hallmark (Dean x Elizabeth Lafitte)   

Sons Of Anarchy:

5. @pink1031- Challenge Me (Jax Teller x OFC)* 17. @jesbakescookies- Hold Me Down (Happy Lowman x OFC) *

The Walking Dead:

12. ME- Knock Out (Daryl x OFC)*

Unsubmitted:

9.@sorenmarie87 30.@reigningqueenofwords

IF YOU’VE SUBMITTED YOUR STORY AND I HAVE NOT ADDED IT TO THIS LIST PLEASE SEND ME THE PERMALINK SO I CAN GET IT ADDED, THANK YOU <3

ALL WORKS MARKED WITH (*) CONTAIN SMUT

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Things Awesome People Have Made Me:

Stubborn [JDM] (by @reigningqueenofwords)

Negan Aesthetic (by @reigningqueenofwords)

Queen of Angst (by @aquivercactus)

Fiona And Her Boys (by @sorenmarie87)

Whiskey, Sweetheart (by @sorenmarie87)

Norman and Kylin (by @sorenmarie87)

A Game Of Chance (By @pink1031)

Soy’s Evil Inside 666 Follower’s Challenge Master List

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Challenges/Contests

Save The Hallmark - Soy’s 666 Challenge Prompt (Dean Winchester X Elizabeth Lafitte)

[sorenmarie87]

Please keep threatening me, it’s adorable.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | 

Summary: You’re in the middle of spending time with your boyfriend, when one of his demons interrupt your time together.  He’s there to tell you that your friend Vincent, needs you for something.  

Square Filled: Hell (SPN Genre Bingo) Pairing(s)/Character(s): Crowley x Reader, Vincent (OMC) x Reader, Dean, Sam, Cas, Lyle who belongs to @fictionalabyss (OMC)

Word Count:  1,687

Warning(s):  Language,  Oral Sex (Female receiving), Jealous Crowley,  Vincent’s introduction.  This is my first time writing Lucifer.   

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo and @hornsbeforehalos - Soy’s 666 Challenge.  My prompt was “You couldn’t hurt met if you tried.”  This fic however is just the start of something new with @fictionalabyss.  You’ll notice a certain OC of hers popping in from time to time :)  

I do not own any of the pictures used in my story aesthetic.  I found them on pinterest.  I also hate to say this but if you’re reading this fic - please be over 18.  

Forever Tags - @lovetusk @coffee-obsessed-writer@mirajanefairytailmage@kazosa@soythedemonqueen@docharleythegeekqueen@holyfuckloueh@ellen-reincarnated1967@ravenangel33 @buckyscrystalqueen@clockworkmorningglory@lefthologramdeer@disneymarina

SPN Tags - @underestimatemethatwillbefun @nyxveracity

Crowley Tags - @wholita @gettinjoyful

“Aww is someone grumpy from having to deal with idiots all day?”  You snicker from your place in the corner as you watch Crowley pace in front of his throne.  You could tell he was stressed.  It seemed like things weren’t working out for him, no matter how much he planned.  He glared at you but all you did was smile back at him.  “One hug for the grumpy king, coming right up.”  As soon as your arms were around Crowley’s neck, the scowl that was there disappeared.

“How did you know that was what I needed?”  

You ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.  “I knew you were stressed from all of your meetings and I know that seeing me usually helps.”  You winked at him as he pulled you closer towards him and captured your lips.  It was soft at first before he pressed a little bit harder.  Crowley's hand was on your waist, holding you in place as his tongue ran across your bottom lip and you parted them allowing him access.  

You had to pull back and catch your breath as a grin appeared on Crowley’s face.   “Let's take this back to the bedroom, love.”

“Why wait?”  You asked as you pulled your dress over your head.  He growled as you slowly pulled your panties off and tossed them in a pile with your dress.  You felt him back you up towards his throne and he positioned your legs so that he could see everything.  “Beautiful.”  You heard him mutter and your face flushed.  “I wonder what pretty noises I can get out of you.”  

His hands gently kneaded the globe of your ass as he brought you forward on to the throne.  “If you wouldn't mind..”  Crowley moved your right leg so that it was draped over his shoulder and you were about to tell him to get on with it when his tongue flicked out and took one long swipe at your slit.  

Your head went back with a soft moan, fingers carding through his hair and he smiled, his tongue finding that sensitive spot just under the hood that made you yelp as a jolt of pleasure shot through your body.

Crowley sucked your clit and slid a finger in deep before pulling it out and a second joined it, pumping in and out.  “Fuck, Crowley.” Your heel dug into his back, your free hand kneading your breast.

“Delicious.” He hummed, the tip of his tongue dipping into your hole with his fingers before moving up and the flat of his tongue moved over your clit. He did it again and again, enjoying how your thighs quaked.

You were right there.  Just one small push and you'd be in bliss.  However the doors were thrown open as you looked over Crowley's shoulder to see one of his demons standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face.  

“Goddamnit Lyle, I was so close.”

“Hey, I wouldn't be here if someone would answer her phone.  You have a very persistent best friend.”

“Like the two of you don't feed off of each other.”  Crowley muttered as he snapped your clothes back on.  “Now what does Vincent want with her?”

“I don't know. I'm not a fucking secretary. But it's hard to do a job with a vamp up my ass, so here we are.”

“For fuck’s sake.”  Crowley snapped his fingers and your phone was in your hands.  You swiped right and there was about ten text notifications and a few missed calls.  “You would think I took him to raise.”  You muttered to yourself as Crowley watched you pace back and forth as you answered all of Vin’s texts.  “Love, I’m sorry but my idiot best friend needs my help.”  

“Can’t he get someone else to help him?”

“Do you know anyone who would willingly hunt with a vampire?”  

“I know a certain moose and squirrel who did just that.”

You actually snorted at that.  “You mean Dean hunted with him.  As I recall Sam wanted to stake the poor guy.”  

“I don’t like you hunting with him.”  

“I know.  Look at it this way - I’m safer with Vin than the wonder twins.”  You watched as Crowley’s face changed slightly.  “Wait, are you jealous?”  

“Wouldn't point out his faults there, sweetheart. He gets mighty cranky.” Lyle teased with a grin.

“He knows that I mean well.”  You laughed quietly and kissed Crowley on the cheek.  “I promise I’ll keep in touch and that I’ll be safe.”  

“You better be.”

--

Vincent was killing time outside of the bar as he heard his phone go off.  Cursing to himself, he turned the volume on to silent as he picked up his phone to see who was texting him.  He quickly typed a response as he got out of his car.  She was standing outside, off to the side,  smoking a cigarette as Vincent made his way towards the entrance.  He winked as he walked by and watched a smile form on her face.  Getting a meal tonight wouldn’t be as hard as he thought.

--

Crowley had snapped you outside of the Golden Wingman Roadhouse and you sighed.  You checked your phone but there was no new messages.  As you made your way inside, you parked yourself in front of the bar and the bartender made her way over.  “What can I get you, sweetheart?”

“I'm actually looking for someone, he said he was here earlier.”  You pulled your phone out and pulled up a picture of you and Vincent.  You turned your phone around and showed the bartender, as she nodded in recognition.  

“Yeah, I remember seeing him earlier.  Grace was all over him and they went back to our place.”  She wrote something down on a napkin and slid it over to you.  “He isn't your boyfriend or anything, is he?”

“Nah, he's just my best friend.  One that has a problem of thinking with his dick sometimes.”  The bartender chuckled as you pulled out your wallet, and threw a fifty dollar bill down on the bar with a wink.  “Thanks for the help, doll.”  

Once you had the address typed in to your map app, you started walking down the street.  You were lucky that the walk to her apartment was only a few blocks away.  

--

You made your way up several flights of stairs until you found the right apartment.  You knocked gently as the door slowly opened.   “Vincent, are you in here?”  You stepped inside and checked every room downstairs.  “Come on Vin, where the hell are you?”  There was a muffled noise coming from upstairs and you made your way up the stairs.  At the end of the hall you placed your ear to the door and heard someone moving around.  You carefully turned the door knob and left it wide open.  

“We need to stop meeting like this Vincent.”  You snickered and folded your arms as you leaned in the doorway and watched him feed from the sidelines.  He turned around with a grin and you shook your head.  “You have a bit of red on you.”

Vincent snorted as he made his way to the bathroom.  “Before you ask - yes she's still alive and I’ll make sure to clean her up.  She's sleeping right now but once I clean myself up, we can leave.”

“Something is off about you, the real Vin would act like he owns the place.  He’d offer me something to eat or be smoking a cigarette after feeding.  Who the hell are you and what have you done with Vin?”  You watched as Vin slowly started smiling and clapped.  His familiar form melted away and in his place stood someone that you had no idea who it was.  

“I gotta give it to you - not many people would've been able to see through my disguise.”

“Where is Vincent?”  You asked clenching your fist.  He paced back and forth before snapping the two of you somewhere very familiar.  “What…”  You pulled out your phone to text Crowley but it was jerked from your hand and immediately smashed it on the ground in front of you.

“I can't have you ruining my fun though.”

“I won't ask you again.  Where is Vincent?”

“I have no idea who you're talking about.  Wait, do you mean the leech?”

“He is not a leech, you dick.”  

“Please keep threatening me, it’s adorable.”  You had to bite the inside of your mouth to stop yourself from saying anything else.  He was so close that you could feel his warm breath on your neck.  You tried to move but he wouldn’t let you.  “Let me tell you something though - it doesn’t matter which one of cupid’s balls you come from, you’ll never overpower me.  I’m an archangel and that will always trump a nephilim..”

"I'm not..."  What the hell was he talking about?

“Listen princess, I don't have all day to watch you have an existential crisis over what you might be.”  Your eyes followed him as he moved around the bedroom.  “Although I do have to ask, why is the child of a cupid is doing the horizontal mambo with Crowley.”

“That's none of your business.”  He waved his hand and you were hurled towards the wall.

“Right now, it kind of is.  I mean you've been more concerned  about your friend but what about the supposed king of hell…”

“What did you do to him?”  He had the nerve to laugh at the comment.  “If you hurt him, I swear…”

“Oh please, go ahead.”  You watched a smirk form on his face.  “You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.”  

“Look.”  You groaned in pain as you tried moving but you were stuck in place.  “I have no idea who you are or what you want with me.”

“Well just let me introduce myself - I'm Lucifer.”

“Funny, you don't look like Tom Ellis to me.”  You muttered to yourself as Lucifer paced in front of you.  He sighed in frustration and the last thing you heard was him snapping his fingers.

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The first entry in the challenge!! And amazing as usual, for your first time writing SOA you characterized everyone so fucking perfect! And that smut 🧐😍😍😍😍😘 yessssssss. I need this to be continued so much 😩😩😩😩

Sons Of Anarchy Fanfiction: Hold Me Down

Challenge submission for @soythedemonqueen ❤️❤️❤️

My choice was the song Hold Me Down by Halsey 

SOA: Sons Of Anarchy Fanfiction: Happy x OC

Summary: 

When a gun deal doesn’t go as planned, Happy meets a blonde singer looking for a bit of rough. Smut with very little plot. 

Rating: Explicit

Happy leaned against the large bar top with Tig, both men scanning the room for the men they were expecting. It was supposed to be an easy meet and greet before any real exchanges occurred. The group was late causing tensions to rise among the men. Jax sat nearby, heavy rings drumming on the polished wood counter.

“Thought you said they knew the meet time.” Jax drawled, his irritated eyes landing on Juice. 

“I did and they do. They must be running late.”

“They better show up soon. This place is about to get real loud, real soon.” Tig jutted his chin towards the stage as a few roadies began setting up musical equipment. 

“It’s why we chose this spot.” Juice replied, his eyes sliding over them nervously. “Lots of people to keep things from getting bloody but nobody’s gonna hear shit.”

Happy grunted at the statement, shrugging a shoulder while rolling a toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other before rasping, “Don’t mind blood.”

“I’m with you on that, Killah.” Tig drawled, his unsettling blue eyes filled with excitement as he swiped a hungry tongue across his teeth. 

“No blood. Just business.” Jax spoke gruffly, his eyes amused and lips pulling into a crooked grin. “For now at least.”

Happy smirked, chewing the toothpick as he watched a few musicians take the stage. “Just say the word, Prez.”

Sliding his dark eyes over the crowd, Happy noticed most wore leather jackets and torn jeans. The crowd seemed to be a mix of rednecks and punks, a strange collection of faces pierced with hardware and biceps scratched with confederate flag tattoos. 

“Only bonus if these fucks don’t show up, there is plenty of needy pussy in here.” Tig murmured, his hand stroking at his goatee in thought. “What about you Hap, you down for some tang?”

Happy snorted, rolling his eyes over to the man lazily. “Only if it’s free.”

“Yeah, Yeah. You frugal fuck.” Tig muttered, before motioning to the stage. “I wonder what kind of hipster bullshit this is.”

“Juice, these fucks aren’t shown’.” Jax grumbled, fifteen minutes later. “I want us to roll out.”

“You want me to stick around, see if they show?” Tig asked, his eyes still scanning the room for a piece of tail.

“Nah. I want Hap to do it. Got a feeling he’ll keep his dick in his pants long enough to make sure we don’t miss the fuckers.”

“Jax, come on. Help a horny brother out.” Tig complained.

“No, Tig. You’re with me, were goin’ to Ma’s. We got shit to discuss.”

“You sure you don’t need me with, Bro?” Happy joked, “last time you talked to Gemma you ended up with a black eye.”

“I’ll be fine.” Jax replied, with a cocky grin. “Thanks for the concern, killah. But I can handle my mother.”

“Right, and my dick shoots liquid gold instead of baby batter.” Tig deadpanned, gripping Happy’s shoulder before stage whispering, “Nail some tight pussy for me, Hap. Tell me all about it tomorrow.”

Happy rolled his shoulder to dislodge Tig’s hand and grunted, “Fuck off.”

“Thanks brother.” Jax drawled, slapping his hand on Happys broad back. “Just a hour of so. Then head home, get some rest. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long one.”

“Got it, Prez.”

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