gun in garter

Chase You Down (4)

Bucky x Reader

Based off of Chase You Down by RUNAGROUND

Summary: The infamous Brooklyn mob boss, Bucky Barnes, has a tendency of sleeping around and killing people on a short fuse. So what happens when a certain girl catches his eye and turns his already shitty world upside down?

BEFORE YOU READ: this is a semi-oc fic! You can still insert your name into the fic, that’s not changing. However, ‘you’, will have some characteristics that ‘you’ might not actually have in real time. It just fits the story better if I actually describe it instead of leaving holes in the story. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), swearing, fluff, angst (grab a tissue box you’re going to need it)

Word Count: 2.7k+

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Epilogue

Originally posted by oreo-wonderbatch

I love waking up to a warm bed side. Companionship is amazing and going to bed and waking up to the person you love most is an amazing feeling.

It’s been almost a week since the house incident and I haven’t let her out of my sight. I know I’m being paranoid, but I can’t help it. I’m scared for her. I’m worried what might happen to her if I take my eyes off her for too long. I can’t lose her.

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Exclamation List

enchantedsea asked:

Hello! Okay, so I’m not sure what these are called, but do you know where I can find a list of variations of these phrases.. such as ‘for crying out loud’, 'for goodness’ sake’, 'for all things holy’, etc.? I feel like I can’t have all my characters saying the same phrases here, and I don’t know how/where to look! Thanks before, and thanks for the blog in general, you’re amazing! <3


These are exclamations, but often can be found in searches for curse words, expletives, or exclamations of anger. Warning, there are some pretty vulgar curse words and religiously offensive phrases ahead, but I’m trying to put together a pretty complete list. Feel free to add in the comments. ;)

For [blank’s] sake!
- God’s
- Christ’s
- Heaven’s
- Pete’s
- Crimeny’s
- Cripe’s
- Fuck’s
- Shit’s
- Pity’s
- Goodness
- Land’s
- Eff’s
- Nature’s

For the love of [blank]!
- God
- Christ
- Jesus
- Pete
- Mary
- All that is good and holy
- All that is pure and holy
- My sanity

Aw, hell!
Blast and damnation!
Blast it all!
Blast it!
Blast!
Blessed Mary!
Bloody hell!
Christ!
Crap!
Cripes!
Dammit!
Damn it all to hell!
Damn it to hell!
Damn!
Dear God!
Dear Lord!
Double damn!
Flipping hell!
For crying out loud!
For crying the eff out loud!
For crying the fuck out loud!
Fucking hell!
God dammit!
God have mercy!
God in heaven!
Good grief!
Great Caesar’s Ghost!
Great Scott!
Haley’s comet!
Hell and damnation!
Hell!
Hell’s bells!
Holy cow!
Holy crap!
Holy crap!
Holy frijoles!
Holy fuck!
Holy fucking crap!
Holy guacamole!
Holy hell!
Holy mackerel!
Holy Mary mother of God!
Holy moly!
Holy moses!
Holy mother of God!
Holy shit!
Holy smoke!
Holy smokes!
Holy Toledo!
I’ll be damned!
I’ll be god damned!
Jehosaphat!
Jesus Christ on a stick!
Jesus Christ!
Jesus God Damn Christ
Jesus H. Christ!
Jesus Tap Dancing Christ!
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!
Jumpin’ Jehosaphat!
Jumpin’ Jupiter!
Leapin’ lizards!
Lord above!
Lord almighty!
Lord have mercy!
Lord have mercy on us all!
Mercy me!
Mercy on me!
Mercy on us!
Mercy on us all!
Mercy!
My heavens!
My word!
Oh heavens!
Oh my!
Oh my god!
Oh my lord!
Oh my stars and garters!
Oh my stars!
Oh my word!
Oh, holy hell!
Sake’s alive!
Sam Hill!
Son of a bitch!
Son of a gun!
Stars and garters!
Sweet Baby Jesus!
Sweet merciful Christ!
Sweet merciful Jesus!
Thunderation!
What in God’s name?!
What in Sam Hill?

ETA: additions from the comments

Fuck me!
What in the fucking fuck?
Holy shitballs!
Mother of…
Mary, Mother of God!

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Have a writing question? I’d love to hear from you! Please be sure to read my ask rules and master list first or your question will not be answered. :)  

anonymous asked:

Do you think we'll actually get to see the sanvers wedding

Oh hell yeah, they wouldn’t pass up that gay ass moment. And something dramatic will probably happen like aliens are attacking during the wedding and Alex pulls her gun out of her garter. I’d be into it

           I danced to my heart’s content in my little case of glass, waiting for ‘a new business opportunity’ to show so our meeting could begin. I could feel the pulse of the bass in my throat, I could feel the music vibrating every cell within me and my mind was lost in it. I rolled my hips, dropping to the ground and then gliding back up again only to meet the most striking grey/blue eyes I had ever seen. 
           He was watching me intently and I pressed my hands against the glass, continuing to dance as his eyes followed me. There was something about those eyes that held me, there was something in the way he looked at me with that dark hunger that made me move in a way that was just for him.
           His fingers fluttered on the cane he was holding and I turned my back to him, moving my hips and sliding ever so slowly downward before rising once again. Turning back to him his eyes had darkened, there was a tantalizing smile on his face as his tongue glided across his teeth and he gestured for me to come out. I was happy to oblige, it was him who I was meeting after all.
           He looked me over, his eyes telling me he was enjoying what he saw. 
           “Pleased to meetcha, Mister J,” I half-yelled over the music.
           “And what’s your name, doll?” 
           I gestured with my head for him to follow me over to one of the private booths where the music was much quieter. Waltzing over to the table I sat down and crossed my legs, waiting patiently for him to speak.
           “You’re the boss-mans lady then aren’t ya?” He asked.
           I leaned back in my seat, smirking, “I am the boss man, sugar. Now what do you want?” 
           “May I have a name, honey?”
           I pursed my lips, taking a shot off of a nearby tray and drinking its contents, the taste of blue raspberry and vodka on my tongue. 
           “Y/N, now to what do I owe the pleasure Mister J?” 
           He grinned, laughing and I waited. He too leaned back in his seat, his shirt open for the most part so I could see the pale expanse of his muscular torso and his ink. A few gold chains hung around his neck and he ran his hands through his green locks.
           “I want some new toys, and a little birdy told me you got some of the nicest toys in town.” 
           I strummed my finger nails on the table and cocked my head to the side. In my line of business it is a deadly move to ask ‘why?’ but I’ll admit I was tempted to know what the infamous Joker was up to. 
           “What are you lookin’ for?” 
           “Y/N Y/N Y/N I want everything, including…” He leaned across the table and in a low voice that was almost a growl he said “You.” 
           Anger flared within me and I pulled a gun from my garter aiming it at him. I didn’t even flinch when I felt his guard (who appeared out of nowhere) press his own gun to my head. 
           “I am no gold digger Mister J, and I am certainly not for sale. I also bet I can pull the trigger faster than your wittle friend can pull his.” 
           The Joker surprised me though, he laughed telling his guard to put his gun away and the man did. 
           “I like you Y/N, you’re so intense! And I don’t want to buy you honey, where’s the fun in that?” 
           Arching a brow I slowly lowered my gun, eyeing him with curious interest. “Who says I even like you?” 
           He purred then, leaning across the table so his lips were a mere inches from mine and my breathing came out a little harder. My heart rate picked up as I scanned his face, and my eyes fell to his painted lips and that tongue that kept snaking out across his teeth. I licked my own lips, feeling warmth pool into my belly.
           “I know you do, Y/N” He whispered, and I could feel his warm breath on my face.
           I clenched my legs together, mildly irritated with him and myself when he leaned away from me and righted himself again. There had always been something about him, a visceral attraction even though this had been our first official meeting. I had seen him quite a few times at the club, I had heard the stories, and seen the news. He was the most powerful man in Gotham, a visionary, a man with a plan to watch this savage world burn for the joke that it is. Twisted as it was I understood his politics, I even agreed with him. His intelligence was hidden under insanity, and that mind is something I liked.
           He watched me struggle inwardly, watched me squirm, for a solid few minutes before he spoke again.
           “How about we blow this place and head back to mine to talk more… business baby-doll?”
           I faltered again, “I’m not like t-”
           He waved his hand, getting mildly annoyed. “I don’t want to buy you; I want you to surrender to me.” 
           Rising he walked around the table painfully slow and his fingers tilted my chin up so I was looking up at him.
           “Desire becomes surrender, and surrender becomes power.” He whispered, brushing my lower lip with his thumb which sent a shiver down my spine. 
           “Do you want this?” He leaned down, nipping my lower lip with his teeth and I gasped. “Do you want, me?” He purred.
           It was of my body’s own volition to curl my hand around the back of his neck and kiss him as I rose, my brain had yet to catch up with me. He growled all the while, yanking my hips against his as his tongue mastered mine. The hold he had on my hips was hard enough to leave bruises and when he pulled away I was in a state of complete euphoria. Running his thumb over my lips, no doubt smudging the lipstick his own lips had left, he grinned. 
           “Red looks good on you Y/N, ready for me to take you home?” He asked, and I was only too eager to nod for all speech had left me, it had been replaced with burning anticipation. 
           “Good Y/N, I’ve got grape soda on ice and a bear skin rug waitin’,” He leaned in and I felt his lips on my ear as he whispered in that deep gravelly voice of his “I also have a few toys of my own.” 

[I had to cut this one short (sorry). If you want more of this one in particular just shoot me a message. Also if you guys have any requests or you want me to create an imagine based off an image do not be afraid to message me. There is rarely anything I won’t do so smut and anything else does not bother me. I hope you all enjoy baby-dolls.
xoxo,
Doc]

The Escort Part 7

Author: Jena @i4z-0892-imagines

Summary: Having to pretend to be an Escort for a case was not your idea of fun in the slightest. However the looks you keep getting from The Boys just might turn out to be a better way to spend the evening than you thought.

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean

Words: 1,725

Warnings: Language

A/N Based off of This Imagine.
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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6


They sat in the car staring daggers at the spectacle through the window, both in sync with simultaneous groans and eye rolls. Neither of them finding even the slightest enjoyment from the scene taking place in front of them.

“I can’t stand this. How can you stand this? How can you just sit there like ‘yeah-okay?’” Dean pressed in his agitation. Sam clenched his jaw tight before turning his bitch-face to his brother.

“Right because this is a picnic for me too.” Sam said flatly, wanting nothing more than to burst through the door and whisk you away to where no one else could put their hands on you.

“Well it’s not like you’re saying anything!” Dean nearly shouted in his annoyance. It was baffling to him that his brother could sit back and just “let you do your job.” As if he was okay with anything that was happening. And how could he be? It was YOU.

“Yeah because we both agreed not to when she hit the road with us.” Sam defended, his face matching his incredulous tone. “Or do you not remember that?”

Dean scoffed his entire body rolling in disbelief. Just because he’d said it didn’t mean he meant it. He’d always had a thing for you, since you’d met, but knew it had the potential to be a huge problem. “You can’t hold that against me! I was drunk!”

“Dean we talked about this. At length. We both agreed that it was better for neither of us to get involved.” Sam reminded him a little more forcefully than he’d intended to.

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anonymous asked:

Originally I was just trying to flirt with you because I was hired to kill you but damn you're a good kisser maybe just a few more minutes au

Annabeth normally didn’t get distracted like this. She was the best agent on the field, and her targets never got away from her. 

But Percy Jackson smelt like the ocean and tasted like strawberries and honestly, what harm could five more minutes do? So she looped her arms around his neck and continued kissing him. 

Everything would be fine, so long as he didn’t notice the gun tucked into her garter. Then it could get messy.

Abort Mission-Stiles AU

The ‘’ you both are spies working for different companies and you are asked to work together on a series of missions but you do not like having a partner and he is cocky and sarcastic.’’ au 

A/N : this is like my favourite.


Y/N

‘’May I have your coat ?’’ the lady asks her, and she nods handing it over. She takes a look at her reflection a the glass of the doors. The golden long tight dress wraps her curves perfectly as the sleeves fall lose on her shoulders. Her matching earrings revealed due to her faux bob hair. She smirks and takes a glass of champagne. She twists her earring to give a better view to the van down the street. ( it will make sense hang in there )



STILES

He pulls down his black beanie and counts to three , then he releases the belt.
Slowly and steadily ,his body that is hanging from a black string from the air pipe starts lowering towards the centre of the guarded room. He can’t go any further down, or he will be caught on camera.



Y/N

‘’ How come a lovely lady like you is not being escorted ?’’ The subject approaches her. She smirks in success.

‘’ Maybe I am just waiting for someone to ask’’ she leans and whispers in his ear. He chuckles and runs  a hand through his dark hair. She notices his suit.

‘’ I’m Peter’’ he holds out his hand, she takes his martini, drinks it at once , and then slowly bites the olive. He stares at her. She grabs his hands.

‘’ well Peter, how come a lovely guy like you , hasn’t taken a lovely lade like me to a room yet ?’’ she leans and whispers and he shivers. As he takes her hand , making her leave the roof garden party , and down to the elevator , she notices what she needs. The key in his pocket.

‘’ my room is just down the corridor’’ he says cheekily and she smirks even more as she follows



STILES

After managing to enable the cameras, he lets the rope , opens his legs and arms until his whole body is hanging just one inch from the floor. He controls his breath as the slightest movement might set off the alarm. .



Y/N

‘’ sorry Peter ‘’ she says , tying him tight on the bed , pulling her gun from the garter on her thigh. Peter tries to scream but she punches him.

‘’ right , imma have to take care of that’’ she mumbles to herself, bending and taking of her black laced panties, shoving them in Peter’s mouth.

‘’ I almost forgot’’ she takes the card key from his pocket and kisses his cheek leaving a red lipstick mark on him as she exits the corridors, gun and key in one hand , while she releases her hair from the bun with the other. She enters the elevator and heads towards the president’s suite.



STILES

The gas he has released has finally decreased the room’s temperature enough for him to be able to walk around. He lets go of the rope , finally stepping foot on the floor. And then the red lazer lights appear. He has been on business for far too long to know he must not touch them. He jumps the first three , bends to avoid the next twists around,  lingers , rolls , until finally he has reached the computer. He looks back to see how complex the lazer lights he just passed are.

‘’ Damn , I should join the circus..’’ he says to himself, smirking, opening the computer. The warning for the alarm goes on.

‘’ 30 seconds ?’’ he reads out loud and attaches the usb while starting to download the files.



Y/N

She stands right outside the suite, and slides the card she got from ,Peter entering and locking the door.

‘’what are you- oh hello’’ the president says once she notices her looks.

She holds the gun up.

‘’ Hi Prez’’ she smirks.



STILES

5 seconds left and he pulls out the usb stick kissing it once. Then the alarm goes on. He runs through the lazers he previously passed so easily , not caring now. Then the doors open , and guards with guns enter.



Y/N

She checks herself at the mirror and sighs when she notices the tiny stain of blood on her dress. Now she has to dispose the gun, the body , and her fingerprints. She pulls out of her cleavage the tiny bomb set leaving it infront of the mirror. She goes to the window, and opens it. The van Is right beneath.



STILES

The guards start looking around for the intruder but he is nowhere to be found.

‘’ BYE BOYS !’’ he whistles , right before disappearing through the air pipe he once entered, causing them to start shooting.



Y/N

The exploding bomb of the highest floor , of the most expensive hotel makes everyone that attends the roof garden party scream , while she jumps out the window.



STILES

He returns back to his company . Boss asked him to hand in the usb himself. Two guards open the doors to the familiar office and he steps inside. Screens everywhere, a guy with his ear cut tied up in a chair in the corner , and a hot model in a red dress siting on the boss’ desk.

‘’ And with five minutes to spare he’s back !’’ Boss says , shuffling his grey hair , opening his arms to hug him.
As soon as he hands the usb , he checks the model , winks at her , she opens her mouth disgust, then He leans against the doorframe, as Boss hands him his reward. After he takes it he turns to leave.

‘’ Stiles wait’’ Boss says.



Y/N

She walks up to her Boss’ office, in order to hand in the earrings. She has now taken off that million dollar dress , that is thrown in the garbage outside an old lady’s house. She is in her usual black tights , leather jacket and tank top.

‘’ You didn’t have to use a bomb’’ Her boss says as she opens the door , to reveal , the enormous pool table. And the wooden desk as well as the endless collection of guns.

‘’ yeah I know , but my panties , were a floor down. Had to make sure , they’d disappear too..’’ She says and places the earrings on her boss’ desk turning to leave.

‘’ Y/N wait’’ Boss says.



STILES

‘’ new mission ?’’ Stiles asks and boss shakes his head.

‘’ We signed a contract with another company-

‘’ congartulations live long ,’’ Stiles shakes his boss’ hand and then turns to the model ‘’ hi , I’m Stiles you should call me.’’ the model simply turns her head.

‘’ a series of shared mission concerning one particular target…’’ Boss continues handing a jacket to the model motioning for her to leave.

‘’ hmm, interesting’’ Stiles pretends to be listening as he checks the ass of the model and only turns to look at his boss when the door closes.



Y/N

‘’ Y/N , you have a new mission’’ Her boss says. Y/N smirks.

‘’ well more like a series of missions..’’ boss mumbles.

‘’ I’ll need new panties won’t I ?’’ Y/N asks and laughs.

‘’ before you deny , I need to inform you , money is good, and you will get the promotion you’ve been asking for’’ Boss says

‘’ why would I deny ?’’ Y/N asks.  



STILES

‘’ big on money , big on position …’’ Boss continues.

‘’ I’m in’’ Stiles says straightening his jacket.

‘’ don’t rush Stilinski..’’




Y/N

‘’ because I know how you love to work alone’’ Boss continues. Y/N furrows her brows. She does not like where this is going.

‘’ it is a shared mission , Y/N’’ Boss says.



STILES

‘’ Y/N   Y/L/N , excellent recommendations, highest ratings’’ Boss says presenting her file.

‘’ is there a picture ?’’ Stiles jumps on the desk holding the file finding her picture.

‘’So ? ‘’ Boss asks.

‘’ Maybe an 8 and a half or a close 9 , can’t give a ten yet bec-

‘’ On the job Stiles , will you do it ?’’



Y/N


‘’ no ‘’

‘’ But Y/N , he really is an excellent member,’’ Boss insists.

‘’ I work alone’’ Y/N says tossing his file.

‘’ it is of highest importance and you are the best I’ve got . Can’t risk signing a freshman. Trust me you will not regret it. ‘’



STILES-Y/N


‘’ugh, fine’’

I love that it’s extreme like at first sight when Anna and Peggy finally meet. Like two young and attractive women meet, who have a connection through an attractive man (who’s the husband of one of the women), and there’s no weirdness or jealousy. Instead there’s Anna giving Peggy clothes, being a good friend to her, sewing her garter gun holsters and walking in on Peggy and Jarvis in a very compromising position and being like OMG YOU TWO ARE SO CUTE. Thank you, Agent Carter, for prioritizing female friendships and avoiding cliched sexist tropes. 

The Escort Part 4

Author: Jena @i4z-0892-imagines

Summary: Having to pretend to be an Escort for a case was not your idea of fun in the slightest. However the looks you keep getting from The Boys just might turn out to be a better way to spend the evening than you thought.

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean

Words: 1,775

Warnings: Language

A/N Based off of This Imagine.
Keep giving me your opinions it’s truly what keeps a story going! <3333 Give me all your feedback and critiques! Gimmie gimmie gimmie!!!

Tagging: @jessyackles @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @flashofawand@itskarenbb @day-dreamer-45 @teamfreewilllovesyou @mrswhozeewhatsis @sweetlittlepieandberrycustard @rainygalaxynerd

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 


The look in his eyes ignited that flicker in your chest into a full blown fire, he didn’t need words, he didn’t need to tell you how he felt it was clear as day, written in bold ink on his face.

“Y/n I-“

“Sorry to interrupt. Y/n I have someone I’d like you to meet.” Scott said, his hand splayed out over your back, between your shoulder blades. Dean almost immediately let you go and stepped, away but you could see the reluctance in every movement. Your eyes stayed on him until he was completely out of your field of vision. Scott held you at his side, occasionally leaning down to whisper something in your ear sending a tingle down your side. “The man with the graying beard is Mr. Omundson, and the balding gentleman is Mr. Crane, both friends of my father’s. So don’t hesitate to charm the hell out of them.” He said under breath with a kind smile.

“I think I can do that.” You replied with a smile of your own. He introduced you to the two men, Mr. Crane took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles, and you’d never wanted to punch someone in the face so hard in your life. You couldn’t believe people still did that, and it was supposed to be all gentlemanly and sweet? Did girls actually like that? You had to resist the urge to wipe the back of your hand on your dress, so you very casually placed your hand back at the bend in Scott’s arm, sure to brush your knuckles against his jacket. You might have felt bad if he wasn’t filthy rich and could afford to replace his Old-Man-Spit-Tuxedo. Nevertheless you were a trooper and you put on your brightest, most pleasant 1000 watt smile through a conversation that could have bored you to tears. You could have listened to the Clear Eyes guy read the encyclopedia and still been more entertained.

“Ms. Y/n, what do you do for work?” Mr. Omundson asked. You could feel Scott tense up under your grip.

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mantra

be obscure. be more embrace than endure. be problematic. be a rattle, a puzzle, a gordian knot or a pitched battle. be curious. be as reckless in mutiny as a considered chess move in scrutiny. be gall, goad. be sin and scandal. be the lipstick stain on a smoking gun. be the garter under the habit of a nun. be more blatant than the african sun. be amoral, tabooed, outlaw. be the whirr before the unseen falling of the chainsaw.

smellofsunset  asked:

#anyone else thinking about how this dress would kill steve? but YES because peggy in red is always a triple-yes: yes to staring at her in it, yes to it being ridden up on her hips, yes to hastily pulling it off her

He’d be so distracted all day picturing how exactly he’s gonna take that dress off her - slowly, kissing her skin as he does? Or ripping it off as quickly as possible? (without damaging it of course)

Trying to work out how he’s gonna build up the courage to ask her to keep the gun holster garter on (that he got a little too excited about when he saw her put it on that morning)

He’s literally counting down the minutes till they can go home.

And Peggy definitely notices and decides to make it harder for him for her own entertainment - leaning over the desk to talk to him, bending down to pick up a pencil she “dropped” right in front of him, readjusting the garter holster when no one but Steve is looking.

And when the stuff with that freezing policeman goes down and it becomes clear they’re gonna have to stay late and keep working into the evening Steve actually whines and Peggy has to try and hide her laughter.