Summary: Steve knew from the first time he saw her that she was perfect. What had been a one night stand quickly turned into so much more. He knew no-one else would compare, and soon, so would she.
Characters: Dark!Steve Rogers x unnamed female character,
Words: 1358
Warnings: stalker Steve, oral sex (m), deep-throating, face fucking, p in v, fingering, female orgasm, male masturbation, voyerism, consensual and non-con photography.
A/N: This came to me last night after hearing Shawn Mendes’ There’s Nothin’ Holding Me Back. In particular, the lines
I wanna follow where she goes
I think about her and she knows it
You take me places that tear up my reputation
Manipulate my decisions
Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back
and this pretty much wrote itself. I’ve dabbled in writing the Winchester’s before, but this is the first time I’ve written Steve, so my apologies if this is a little off!
While @cockslut-padalecki has read this and created the above visual (ty bb), all mistakes are my own from a 2am drinking/writing spree. Feedback, likes and reblogs fully welcomed!
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The skyline is coming alive by the time Steve makes his way through his apartment. When he’d left, the sky was a thick blanket of darkness, beautifully broken up by hundreds of stars which had been visible from the large windows of his hilltop home as he’d considered leaving. Golden rays had streaked over the buildings, reflecting from windows and mirrored exterior in ways that only the Winter sun can as he’d looked down at the city which slept beneath him. He’d paid over the asking price for this place, needing his privacy. Needing to be away from prying eyes. The view was an added bonus. Cameras were installed in every room, a telescope positioned at the window aimed perfectly. For someone who didn’t want to be seen, Steve loved to watch.
A whiskey glass is held by the tips of his fingertips; the amber liquid swirls with each step and the ice knocks against the glass. The usual clang it should make is all but silenced by his touch. He’d kicked off his sneakers, shrugged out of the dark hoodie the moment he’d re-entered his home. One hand had reached up to ruffle his hair, his sock-covered feet had padded through to one of his favourite rooms. An aged but perfectly comfortable leather chair sits opposite a matching deep burgundy coloured chesterfield sofa.
A tall lamp stands proudly beside the chair, casting the room in a warm glow and highlighting a small table supporting the opened bottle of whiskey. Steve digs his hand into his sweatpants as he lifts the glass to his lips, his eyes searching the scenery for any sign of life this early in the morning while the smooth amber liquid warms his throat and down into his chest as he swallows. Synthetic plastic presses against his fingers, pulling his lips into a smirk as the image burnt into the polaroid resurfaces in his mind.
She looked beautiful tonight, her smile bright and her eyes lighting up when she saw him. The curve of her lips painted in that shade of red reminded him of the way they’d looked wrapped around his cock as he’d filled her mouth and throat only stopping once his pubic bone was pressed fully against her nose and his balls against her chin. She’d squirmed, slapped at his thighs in desperation, dragged her nails down his skin as her eyes had streamed at the forced entry to her throat. He hadn’t given her a second to adjust - the moment his cock had slipped past her lips, he was buried within her with a satisfied groan.
He remained lodged there until she stopped fighting it, which to his disappointment, was sooner than he’d hoped. She relaxed her jaw, loosened the muscles in her throat and began to breathe through her nose as much as she could. Through soaked lashes, she looked up at him and waited for him to begin to thrust. He claimed her mouth as he had her cunt later that night and he’d left her home knowing exactly who she belonged to.
A wine red dress had clung to her body, accentuated her curves and had his heart pounding against his ribs as his cock had begun to swell at the very sight of her. He’d thought of ripping the dress from her body, or at the very least bunching it up to her waist, tearing her panties from her body and stuffing them into her mouth before taking her in the closest private and secure area. But he hadn’t. He’d shown self-control.
Steve takes another drink before turning away from the window and makes his way to the bookcase. His fingers find the container disguised as a book and takes it over to the chair. It takes seconds to flip it open and touch over the pictures. She always loved being the focal point of his camera and the shots of her in front of him show this. He places the glass next to the bottle and selects the new additions from his pocket from tonight.
She stares back at him, her eyes feel as though they’re burning into him. Her lips are perfectly parted in a pout that makes him want to lean forward and nibble on her lip as he drives his fingers within her pussy just to hear her whine his name, feel her knees buckle and her cum to soak his palm. Each photo she’s in a various state of undress, her hand tugging at her bra or the side of her panties provocatively. He can see her nipples straining against the feminine flimsy material.
His breathing deepens as his cock starts to feel heavy against his thigh. He lightly traces the outline of it with his fingers, barely more than a ghost of a touch but it’s enough for him to feel something. It’s enough for now. He strokes over the distinct ridge of the head, dragging two fingers and his thumb down his shaft and back up again. The small smile on her lips as she pulls the cup of her bra down to finally show what he’d asked, making his tongue to swipe over his lips as he remembers the feel of her puckered bud against his tongue.
The next picture is a close-up. She has her hands on either side of her neck, her arms mostly cover her tits, with the spot above her elbow pushing them together, both nipples are exposed. The picture looks black and white but it’s the lighting. The curtains weren’t fully closed, street light streamed through the slit in the fabric and though Steve doesn’t share, he didn’t care who may have seen what had followed. He hoped they had.
Hoped they saw the way she’d bounced on his cock like it was a goddamn gift. She’d leant back, her back arching perfectly as her hands had rested upon his knees, her tits bouncing with every rock of her hips, her clit visible through her folds had begged for him to circle his thumb over it. He couldn’t say no and didn’t stop until she’d squirted over him, her cunt sucking him back in with the same level of need he’d demonstrated as he’d taken over; gripping her hips as he’d thrust up into her with everything he had.
His balls had slapped against her ass as he’d bottomed out each time, his fingers digging into her flesh making her cry out with both pleasure and light pain. He’d left crescent shapes in her skin, her cervix painted white with cum and light bite marks over her body. The next photo shows these very marks a few days later. She’d shown them to him proudly, sucking his thumb into her mouth and thanking him for them.
By the time he’s onto the very last one that he’d taken tonight, the joggers he’s wearing are tugged down, resting under his balls as his hand strokes from tip to base, his palm circles over the head and back down again. He knows he’s close, he’s pulsing, his balls contract and his toes are curling. He moves at the right time, tugging his shirt up to his chest with the hand gripping the polaroid, pushing the hem of it into his mouth and biting down. His hand works the first three inches, stimulating the tip until ropes of pearly cum splatter the skin of his abs in one, two, three, four strokes.
It may not have been Steve that she was meeting tonight, Steve’s dick she was riding or his name that he watched her mouth as she reached a pitiful show of a fake climax, but he’d make damn sure that it’s him next time. He’d make sure she forgets all about her new fuck toy. He’d make sure the orgasm she cries out for is real and though he’s grateful that she hadn’t learnt to close her curtains, he’d make sure no-one sees the things he plans to do to her.
No-one but him and his camera. His collection was not complete.
Summary: Dean woke up with one thing on his mind and what he wants, he gets.
Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader.
Words: 896
Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (female), mention of male masturbation and male oral sex.
A/N: It’s my first time posting something for this fandom. It’s not BETA’d, so all mistakes are my own.
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Dean finds you in his bedroom, laid out on his bed with your eyes fixed on your phone screen when he returns.
“Hey,” he says, watching with amusement as you jump slightly, not noticing his presence as he filled the doorway.
He’d woken up alone and horny with nothing more than his hand to satisfy his need. It had done the job, but he hadn’t really enjoyed it; not like he should. An orgasm for the sake of ridding himself of his morning glory. The thought of you on your knees before him, those beautiful lips of yours sinking down his cock, taking him into your throat as you give him the most innocent look. But good girls don’t suck dick like you can.
I knew Job was gonna be an interesting character on the show when I started watching it. Had no idea how much of a badass she would be 👏🏼👏🏼 easily my favorite character on the series.. of course all the other ones died, but clearly they weren’t strong or smart enough to ride with Lucas Hood
Summary: Steve knew from the first time he saw her that she was perfect. What had been a one night stand quickly turned into so much more. He knew no-one else would compare, and soon, so would she.
Characters: Dark!Steve Rogers x unnamed female character,
Words: 1358
Warnings: stalker Steve, oral sex (m), deep-throating, face fucking, p in v, fingering, female orgasm, male masturbation, voyerism, consensual and non-con photography.
A/N: This came to me last night after hearing Shawn Mendes’ There’s Nothin’ Holding Me Back. In particular, the lines
I wanna follow where she goes
I think about her and she knows it
You take me places that tear up my reputation
Manipulate my decisions
Baby, there’s nothing holdin’ me back
and this pretty much wrote itself. I’ve dabbled in writing the Winchester’s before, but this is the first time I’ve written Steve, so my apologies if this is a little off!
While @cockslut-padalecki has read this and created the above visual (ty bb), all mistakes are my own from a 2am drinking/writing spree. Feedback, likes and reblogs fully welcomed!
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The skyline is coming alive by the time Steve makes his way through his apartment. When he’d left, the sky was a thick blanket of darkness, beautifully broken up by hundreds of stars which had been visible from the large windows of his hilltop home as he’d considered leaving. Golden rays had streaked over the buildings, reflecting from windows and mirrored exterior in ways that only the Winter sun can as he’d looked down at the city which slept beneath him. He’d paid over the asking price for this place, needing his privacy. Needing to be away from prying eyes. The view was an added bonus. Cameras were installed in every room, a telescope positioned at the window aimed perfectly. For someone who didn’t want to be seen, Steve loved to watch.
A whiskey glass is held by the tips of his fingertips; the amber liquid swirls with each step and the ice knocks against the glass. The usual clang it should make is all but silenced by his touch. He’d kicked off his sneakers, shrugged out of the dark hoodie the moment he’d re-entered his home. One hand had reached up to ruffle his hair, his sock-covered feet had padded through to one of his favourite rooms. An aged but perfectly comfortable leather chair sits opposite a matching deep burgundy coloured chesterfield sofa.
A tall lamp stands proudly beside the chair, casting the room in a warm glow and highlighting a small table supporting the opened bottle of whiskey. Steve digs his hand into his sweatpants as he lifts the glass to his lips, his eyes searching the scenery for any sign of life this early in the morning while the smooth amber liquid warms his throat and down into his chest as he swallows. Synthetic plastic presses against his fingers, pulling his lips into a smirk as the image burnt into the polaroid resurfaces in his mind.
Warnings: Dirty talk, neck/throat grabbing (gif is a major hint at that taken from the upcoming movie 365 Dni), unprotected sex, male oral sex and fingering.
Not BETA’d so all typos are my own.
I don’t have a tag list, but if you’d like me to tag you in any upcoming work, let me know.
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You should be in here alone but the moment the hot water had hit your body, it had woken you up in more than one way. Your hand had quickly slipped between your thighs once you’d cleaned yourself up, tracing over your folds until they slipped through and one low moan which you thought would have been silenced by the water had soon met his ears. He’d found you with one arm outstretched against the wall, your legs parted, fingers pumping into your cunt and the water spray occasionally hitting your clit - making your legs tremble and you bite your lip in a bid to be quiet. But Dean knew. Dean always seemed to know.
You feel his cock at your ass, his hand covers yours and pulls your fingers from within you, only to replace them with his own long and thicker ones. He peppers kisses over your shoulder, grazing your skin with his teeth as he nibbles his way up to your neck and sucks gently over your pulse point.
“What have I said about starting without me?”
“I hadn’t meant to.”
“That’s what you always say.” He replies as your breath hitches as his fingers push into you fully until the knuckles of his fist are pressed flush against you.
“And I always mean it.”
“Which means you never learn,” he says before biting down a little harder, drawing a groan from you and has you bucking your hips back against him.
Summary: When Dean had walked out on his girlfriend, she’d finally been able to breathe a sigh of relief but that had not stopped her from looking over her shoulder. But moving on from Dean proves to be harder than she thought when he just won’t let her go.
Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader.
Words: 999
Warnings: non-con, knife threat, demonic possession, mentions of an abusive relationship, mentions of cheating.
A/N: Hi! I’m back from mini unexpected hiatus to bring you my entry for @ne-gans “seven deadly sins” challenge. I chose “greed” and though I’d planned something very different for it, this idea took hold and here we are. As the warnings imply, it has a dark theme so don’t read on if this isn’t for you.
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Small things haven’t been adding up for a while now, and until tonight, you hadn’t been able to piece it all together until the realization had gripped you by the throat and froze you in place. You’d find certain locations, both familiar and none, with his scent lingering. You knew Dean’s aftershave, the scent of his skin whether it was fresh or after a hunt. You knew the taste of his kiss, his sweat, his cock and dare you even say after more than a few drunken nights, his asshole and oh boy did he know yours.
You knew Dean; his mannerisms, his routine, bad habits – because fuck, he was a bad habit – and all his imperfections. He was all-consuming, he needed it to be that way. He demanded everything from you and took far more than you were capable of giving. The very man who had once kissed and fucked you hard enough to take your breath away with satisfaction had quickly become the very same man who made you hold it in fear.
Summary: When Dean had walked out on his girlfriend, she’d finally been able to breathe a sigh of relief but that had not stopped her from looking over her shoulder. But moving on from Dean proves to be harder than she thought when he just won’t let her go.
Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader.
Words: 999
Warnings: non-con, knife threat, demonic possession, mentions of an abusive relationship, mentions of cheating.
A/N: Hi! I’m back from mini unexpected hiatus to bring you my entry for @ne-gans “seven deadly sins” challenge. I chose “greed” and though I’d planned something very different for it, this idea took hold and here we are. As the warnings imply, it has a dark theme so don’t read on if this isn’t for you.
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Small things haven’t been adding up for a while now, and until tonight, you hadn’t been able to piece it all together until the realization had gripped you by the throat and froze you in place. You’d find certain locations, both familiar and none, with his scent lingering. You knew Dean’s aftershave, the scent of his skin whether it was fresh or after a hunt. You knew the taste of his kiss, his sweat, his cock and dare you even say after more than a few drunken nights, his asshole and oh boy did he know yours.
You knew Dean; his mannerisms, his routine, bad habits – because fuck, he was a bad habit – and all his imperfections. He was all-consuming, he needed it to be that way. He demanded everything from you and took far more than you were capable of giving. The very man who had once kissed and fucked you hard enough to take your breath away with satisfaction had quickly become the very same man who made you hold it in fear.
Summary: When Dean had walked out on his girlfriend, she’d finally been able to breathe a sigh of relief but that had not stopped her from looking over her shoulder. But moving on from Dean proves to be harder than she thought when he just won’t let her go.
Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader.
Words: 999
Warnings: non-con, knife threat, demonic possession, mentions of an abusive relationship, mentions of cheating.
A/N: Hi! I’m back from mini unexpected hiatus to bring you my entry for @ne-gans “seven deadly sins” challenge. I chose “greed” and though I’d planned something very different for it, this idea took hold and here we are. As the warnings imply, it has a dark theme so don’t read on if this isn’t for you.
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Small things haven’t been adding up for a while now, and until tonight, you hadn’t been able to piece it all together until the realization had gripped you by the throat and froze you in place. You’d find certain locations, both familiar and none, with his scent lingering. You knew Dean’s aftershave, the scent of his skin whether it was fresh or after a hunt. You knew the taste of his kiss, his sweat, his cock and dare you even say after more than a few drunken nights, his asshole and oh boy did he know yours.
You knew Dean; his mannerisms, his routine, bad habits – because fuck, he was a bad habit – and all his imperfections. He was all-consuming, he needed it to be that way. He demanded everything from you and took far more than you were capable of giving. The very man who had once kissed and fucked you hard enough to take your breath away with satisfaction had quickly become the very same man who made you hold it in fear.
Coming home to find your bedroom smelling of him combined with the distressed bedding, the smell of sex still heavy in the air had done nothing to you. Once, being greeted with such sight would have broken you but you now wished the only flaw Dean Winchester had was infidelity. Knowing he’d fucked someone else in your bed was easy to handle and an easy truth pill to swallow.
The changes to him that had been so subtle and easy to excuse until you couldn’t. It wasn’t until he’d pinned you against the wall, a knife pressed at your throat while his hand forced its way into the panties you’d have once begged him to rip from you as those beautiful green eyes of his had turned onyx, that you’d finally accepted he’d gone. You couldn’t get Dean back. Sam had been right.
Dean fed off your fear with an insatiable appetite as his own greed to destroy you had devoured him. He thrived off it and the way his lips curved into a grin had you wishing he’d just kill you already rather than continuously toy with you just to see you squirm. You tried not to, seeing him take too much satisfaction from your discomfort but he worked his way under your skin until you cracked. Tiny, invisible cuts that would never fully heal sliced their way over your body with every glance, word and thrust of his hips as his cock hit spots in your cunt that no other man could ever. Tiny, invisible cuts that left you feeling damaged.
Your instincts had been right, as your heart hammers against your chest as you make your way slowly, silently, throughout your home. He was back again from who knows where and you could almost taste your own bitter, tangy fear.
Small hints had began to surface several days ago.
A coffee mug you knew you hadn’t left out had smelt of whiskey, when all you had in was vodka.
A wet crumpled towel had remained on the floor when you’d obsessively put it into the wash before leaving the house.
A smeared handprint under “miss me?” had shown up on the mirror as you’d taken a shower earlier this evening, making you halt in your tracks and reach for your phone to call Sam.
Dean hasn’t been seen for months Y/N. There’s no way he can get through the protection I put on your house. I promise you.
You’d dug your heels in, demanded that he came to check. You’d heard Sam sigh, the two of you had been here before on more occasions than you could count and each time had proven him right and you knew his patience was starting to wear thin. He’d lapsed into silence for a few moments before agreeing to come. It would take a few hours but he’d be there.
You inhale and hold your breath as you glance around each room, flicking the lights on so that you can ensure they’re fully empty; testing the entry points until you’re satisfied that they’re locked. The rug Sam had bought to cover a large symbol on your flooring was still in place. Your eyes linger on that area for more than a few seconds. Your fingers itch to touch the symbol he’d drawn out for you, one of protection that was now inked on your upper thigh in a spot that Dean particularly loved to kiss and later drag his blade lightly over your skin so that you could feel it and see the faint lines of where it marked but not sliced. With it being your only tattoo, it had stung and burnt but you’d felt a sense of empowerment as you’d unconsciously said fuck you.
The hair on the back of your neck stands up as you head back along the hallway. Goosebumps erupt over your skin and for a second, you’re terrified to turn around as just a hint of him fills your nostrils. Your instincts tell you to turn and run - tear open the chains, unbolt the locks on the door and run.
It’s just your mind playing tricks.
It’s just your mind playing tricks.
You force yourself to repeat it like a mantra until you reach the bedroom again, pulling back the duvet and climbing into bed. Your phone lights up as your fingers ghost over it and see a missed call and voicemail from Sam.
Quickly pressing play, you hear his voice fill the bedroom, I’m almost there, maybe less than an hour away. Keep the doors locked, I’ve got a key. You’re going to be ok.
“I’m going to be ok. There’s no-one here. Dean isn’t here. It’s just your mind playing tricks. It’s just your mind playing tricks.” You whisper to yourself, pulling the duvet up to your chin and inhale a shaky breath but not before you hear,
Summary: When Sam inadvertently chooses to work instead of spend time with Y/N, she decides on a little revenge to show him what he’s missing… however she massively underestimates Sam and his power to put her in her place.
Characters: Lawyer!Sam x Reader.
Warnings: voyeurism, mutual masturbation, daddy kink, knife play, oral sex (female and male receiving), female masturbation, deep throating, face slapping, bondage, choking, rough sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, consensual filming of a sexual partner. Assume tags will apply to all chapters.
Words: 2580.
Parts: 3 of 3.
A/N: I was given permission by my gorgeous best friend of seventeen years @twistedanddecayed to take this mini series that we once co-wrote together and adapt it. Thank you boo. I sincerely hope you all enjoy. Credit to @laoih for the GIF. Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists/taglists can be found in my bio. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics two weeks before Tumblr.
“Open that pretty little whore mouth of yours,” Sam orders. You do as he asks, your lips parting naturally as your eyes remain on the hand that strokes up and down his cock. You can’t deny the throbbing between your legs watching him tease himself. The way that his hand grips his length, squeezing just enough as it cups the head, the way that your mouth would suck hard against it before swirling your tongue around it and lap at the slit.
His fingers, the same ones that were inside your pussy only moments before, enter your mouth to pull your underwear from it and you swallow several times, trying to regain the moisture lost that your panties had absorbed.
“That hunger in your eyes for this big cock is such a turn on. Don’t worry baby, you’ll be choking on it soon enough,” Sam says deeply and you groan at the thought of him thick in your throat.
Summary: When Sam inadvertently chooses to work instead of spend time with Y/N, she decides on a little revenge to show him what he’s missing… however she massively underestimates Sam and his power to put her in her place.
Characters: Lawyer!Sam x Reader.
Warnings: voyeurism, mutual masturbation, daddy kink, knife play, oral sex (female and male receiving), female masturbation, deep throating, face slapping, bondage, choking, rough sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, consensual filming of a sexual partner. Assume tags will apply to all chapters.
Words: 2876.
Parts: 2 of 3.
A/N: I was given permission by my gorgeous best friend of seventeen years @twistedanddecayed to take this mini series that we once co-wrote together and adapt it. Thank you boo. I sincerely hope you all enjoy. Credit to @laoih for the GIF. Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists/taglists can be found in my bio.
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“Get on the table,” Sam orders and you quickly slide yourself up onto it, your breasts bouncing and his eyes widen at the sight.
"Like what you see?” You smirk, leaning forward and push your arms together to create a little more cleavage beneath the black material. Sam laughs wickedly as his hand finds its way back to the nape of your neck, tugging sharply on the same chunk of hair and you can’t help but let out a pained gasp.
He leans in towards you, your eyes quickly meeting. “Let’s just get one thing straight.” His lips are so close, you can feel them grazing yours. “You’re gonna keep that bratty little mouth shut.”
"Okay,” you whisper, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss you, but another tug on your hair yanking your head back further pulls you from your thoughts.
"What did I just say?”
You nod in silence, lips firmly pressed together as Sam smirks, his grip finally loosening on your hair. You let out a sigh of relief as your scalp relaxes, lifting a hand to rub the area gently as Sam’s hands trail from up from your knees to your hips before curling around to your back, his fingers deftly working your zip open.
I am the one who was asking if u knew any good writers on ao3 and u told me that u don't and told me about mummybear and turns out I didn't read her smut which is weird cause I thought I read every single smut out there if there are any other hidden gems who write good smut please tag them 💕💕 I am so happy that u tagged mummy bear I finished reading all her fanfics in 2 days ☺️
chelsea is super talented and imo she doesn’t get half of the recognition she should ❤️
tbh i don’t know who you have/haven’t read so i’m just gonna tag every author i can think of (however i may miss some so apologies in advance) and you can go through the list.
also @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan is predominately a marvel blog but her supernatural stuff is amazing and @captain-rogers-beard has a side blog for supernatural which is @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog xx
Summary: When Sam inadvertently chooses to work instead of spend time with Y/N, she decides on a little revenge to show him what he’s missing… however she massively underestimates Sam and his power to put her in her place.
Characters: Lawyer!Sam x Reader.
Warnings: voyeurism, mutual masturbation, daddy kink, knife play, oral sex (female and male receiving), female masturbation, deep throating, face slapping, bondage, choking, rough sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, consensual filming of a sexual partner. Assume tags will apply to all chapters.
Words: 2516.
Parts: 1 of 3.
A/N: I was given permission by my gorgeous best friend of seventeen years @twistedanddecayed to take this mini series that we once co-wrote together and adapt it. Thank you boo. I sincerely hope you all enjoy. Credit to @laoih for the GIF. Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists/taglists can be found in my bio.
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“This deposition is getting us nowhere Sir,” Sam’s intern Kevin says softly as Sam looks up from the table they’re sitting at, a mountain of paperwork strewn around him, face scrunched into a frown.
Sam knows the frustration; they’ve been staring at these same four walls for the better part of two days trying to gather enough information on a particularly troublesome case he was, of course too stubborn to pass up. He’s about to open his mouth to reply when his cell pings. Tilting it upright to allow face recognition to unlock it, the text screen soon appears and he feels his stomach drop as his eyes scan the message along with a number he doesn’t immediately recognise.
Motion has been detected in property 7983521. CCTV is fully activated and recording rooms with movement. Please log in to check cameras.
