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Limbo (Derek/Stiles)

frostniskare “I bet I can make you scream my name.” Sterek

This is your fic prize for winning second place in my birthday giveaway! I really hope you enjoy where the muse took the prompt, as I’m sure it’s not in the direction you had in mind. Hopefully, you’ll like it anyway! For those who read my “Just Like Me” series, this fic could be considered a prequel in that verse. However, you do not need to have read that series to enjoy this! Fic #42 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

 Limbo. Derek/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

Stiles and his team are on an undercover stakeout that’s not going too well. Derek’s using his powers for good, but Stiles knows it’s not the right moment for their relationship to change. 

“I bet I can make you scream my name.” The words are accompanied by the thick stench of whiskey and good old-fashioned bad breath.

“Yeah, see, I’m not really feeling it so I’m gonna have to decline that bet.” Stiles scans the club looking for the potential suspect, trying to ignore the old pervert attempting to pick him up. He’s not interested, and he made it clear, so the guy should leave soon.

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Mr. J’s little lady 💖 [Joker x Reader]

a/n; no smut sorry

warnings; self doubt

words; 1309

prompt;  Ok. I would like for joker to take the reader out to the club to show her off but she’s too shy to dress sexy. So when she sees all of the skinny scantily clad women vying for joker’s attention she gets insecure. He of course will have none of it. As he exits the club to take her home he shouts about all of the sexy fun they’re going to have. He takes her home and lists off everything that he loves about her as he makes love to her. Please and thank you ( irenewolfland )


The colorful lights are playful, though harsh and radiant, blinding you for the briefest of moments as you enter the loud room of Jokers favorite club. You inhale a sharp breath, one that chokes you – the heavily perfumed place tinted with salty sweat and the humid aroma of alcohol leaves hardly any room for pure oxygen. You frown. In front of you though, you can practically see your boyfriend grinning from ear to ear, despite his back turned to you. You follow after him like a lost puppy, confined and uncomfortable as you can’t help but let your eyes wander around the club – bejeweled and glossy surfaces of polls are hugged by thick tights of scantily clad women, all gunning after one man that so happened to be yours. You felt their glares. You heard whispers of your name passing their sultry lips and it made your skin crawl. Behind you your boyfriends men guard both of your safeties, though for a moment, you entirely forgot they are there.

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Against the World - Tony Stark x Reader

Request: I completely lost the pure request itself and all the kind things I remember you saying, but this is basically a Tony!YoungReader where he doesn’t like the age difference between them but still loves her!

Warnings: Age difference, (25 year old reader x Tony) kissing.

Words: 2 475

A/N: Sorry for being away for a couple of days! I’ll try and post more next week. Please tell me what you think! (Also I’m sorry for any typos I’m too lazy to read through this one as I’m posting it.)


Originally posted by mamalaz

He took a sip of his coffee, walking down the long, glass-walled, hallway to the lab he had occupied with his current project. He was more than tired. Closer to wrecked. He had slept for three hours in his room at the Tower before he had woken up. Day and night he worked and woke up just as he started falling asleep. It was like he was in a spiral of bad habits and he couldn’t get out-

He lowered the cup from his lips, his jaw dropping and eyes staring into Y/N’s lab where she was sat at a workbench, leaning over her latest project with intense focus. Her dedication to science and tech was something he did not just admire tremendously, but it was insanely attractive. So few women in his life shared his interest with the same amount of passion as he did.

He was so mesmerized by her that he barely noticed her catching him looking and waving at him through the glass wall. He hastily waved back and swallowed harshly, stepping inside the lab he had given her, which was the one as close to his as possible.

“Hey.” He smiled as she took a break from her tinkering. “You’re up early.”

She looked up at the clock on the wall which stood at barely six in the morning. She shrugged, smiling warmly and being much more awake than him. “I went to bed early last night.” She explained and he wished the same would apply to him. It felt as if his body could shut down at any second.

“Oh, likewise.” He huffed, attempting to sound reassuring but only exaggerating his nervousness. “Got some good shuteye and now I’m ready for the day.”

“Really? Those bags under your eyes says otherwise.” She raised a brow and watched the dark and sulking skin under his reddened eyes which were begging for sleep.

He rubbed his free hand up and down his neck, forcing a smile to not let his spirits drag her beautiful soul down. “Okay, so maybe I didn’t get as much as I wanted, but I’m still ready to work.”

She stood up from her seat with a hopeless sigh, walking towards him. Tony froze as she walked around him and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“You need sleep, Tony. You’re always working and it’s taking its toll. I mean, geez, your muscles are ridiculously in need of this right now.” She said and squeezed his shoulders, rubbing her thumbs into the muscles with whatever skill she had learnt from practicing on others.

“Oh yeah, whatever, little to the left.” He said sarcastically whilst putting his coffee down, knowing it’d put a smile on her face.

She chuckled behind him and squeezed a wince out of him by roughing her grip on his shoulders again. “Stop! It’s not funny, okay?” She spoke between her ceasing laughter. “This is about your health and you need to take it more seriously.”

“I am taking it seriously. I’m having you massage my shoulders.” He said just as cockily as before, but this time she didn’t laugh. Instead, she grabbed his shoulders and spun him around to truly lecture him, but the surprisingly close space between them rendered her silent.

Her hands were on his shoulders, her eyes locked onto his lips before moving up to his warm, brown, eyes. He was equally as lost in her. His eyes weren’t able to tear away from her own lips, not even when he noticed how she looked up into his eyes. He was barely in control of his right hand that slowly began to move from her hip and up her side. Her arms reached further and her hands traveled from his shoulders to the back of his neck and he could feel her cautiously pull him down for her but it was there he snapped out of it.

“I’m-” He felt pathetic, tears burning in his eyes and threatening to slip. “I can’t.”

She didn’t know what to say to that.

“You’re-” He didn’t know what to say either. He let his eyes flutter close as if Y/N would go away if he did.

“I’m what?” Her voice broke and his heart ached at her fear of not being good enough for him. If she only knew how opposite their reality was.

“You’re young…” He couldn’t leave her to imagination. He didn’t have the heart. “You’re too young…”

She was at a loss of words at first, but she had always been quick witted, another quality he loved about her amongst the dozens of others. “I’m twenty five, Tony. There’s just…”

“Over two decades between us.” He completed her sentence.

“Why does that matter? Is it because of your own opinion, or because of others?” She retorted instantly. He didn’t want to answer that question. She would end up being right in the end and he would end up torturing himself for submitting.

“Because I’m old enough to be your father-”

“But you’re not.” She closed the space between them again and he couldn’t tear away as she placed one hand over his cheek, using the other one to guide his hand back to her side. “You’re not my father. You’re my coworker, my friend… And I can’t be the only one of us that have felt the electricity between us the past, few months.”

She wasn’t. Every day he would be tortured by her. She felt like the forbidden fruit to him, testing his temptation.

“Please tell me I’m not standing here and you don’t feel a thing for me?“

“God no.” He couldn’t let her continue on that track. “Of course I feel something too, Y/N, but it’s not right. I should know better.”

“You shouldn’t.” She attempted to pull him down to her again and he gave in slightly, causing her lips to practically move over his as she spoke. “Who says this isn’t right? I sure as hell don’t.”

“Well, the rest of the world does…” He sighed, shutting his eyes and inhaling her calming scent.

“Why would you care about the rest of the world? They don’t have anything to do with us…” She stood up on her tiptoes and reached for his lips with her own, but he pulled back once more, no intention of submitting to her again.

“Y/N, please… This is already difficult for me…” He pleaded and she was beginning to feel how much of a fool she was making of herself by continuing to push Tony. “Don’t make it any harder.”

She felt the embarrassment creep up her cheeks, wanting nothing more than to reverse time and tell Tony she was busy as he had came into her workshop. “Sorry…”

That single word had been like a knife through his heart. He wanted to grab her, kiss her like the world depended on it, but he remained still. He watched the hope in her eyes of something more than coworkers vanish gradually until it was gone.

“I’m gonna go now…” She stated as she began to move towards the door out. He was too lost in his own thoughts to do the right thing and leave her alone in her lab. Instead, he watched her leave him, regretting everything he had said and done.

It had been a week of horrid conversations where they would barely exchange a couple of words. The team had noticed since day one and the anxious awkwardness was starting to leave permanent damages. The more time that went by the more it felt as if their relationship would remain like that forever.

He was sat in his private lounge, slowly sipping on some bourbon and watching the landing slide which hovered above the balcony, when the elevator dinged and the doors opened up.

It was Y/N.

“Hi…” She forced a smile, watching Tony hastily put down his drink and get up from the couch, turning towards her.

“Hello…” His lips parted, barely believing she was speaking to him. He glanced down her clothes which were promotional of Stark Industries, yet she looked as good as ever.

“I was just worried since you missed dinner.” She looked behind him to his drink before meeting his eyes again. She could tell how little sleep he must have gotten. He looked awful, like he hadn’t slept for the entire week since their moment in her lab.

“I did?” He questioned, looking down at the watch wrapped around his wrist to see it was nearing midnight to his surprise. “I- I didn’t realize…”

“I was also wondering what we are going to do about this?” She motioned between them. “I can’t live here if this… Cold shoulder, is going to last. I don’t have a problem in moving I could go back to-”

“Don’t.” He warned her, walking up to the elevator where she remained. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

“I’m not joking, Tony, don’t you realize that? I understand that I crossed the line this past weekend and you have every right to ignore me, but I can’t have this in my life. This… Denial, this neglect…”

He looked down her plum lips, feeling the bourbon wander to his mind and cloud his judgment. “Please don’t move…” He begged, taking yet another step closer and becoming just as close as the time where their feelings had begun to reveal.

“Don’t be so cold towards me.” She bargained, hoping he would accept her offer. She looked up at him and saw how he evidently had his stare glued to her lips and not her eyes, her pure reflexes parting her lips which had became Tony’s invitation.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, feeling the sweet taste of white wine from the long dinner she had surely had with the others. He let his right hand rest beneath her ear and his left one at her back, bringing her closer and sighing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, their kiss deepening.

“Tony…” She attempted but was cut off by his lips wrapping around her own. She couldn’t resist him. She wanted her common sense to take action but she had felt something for Tony for too long to deny his incredibly joyful kisses.

She felt his hands inch down, passing over her behind, before resting at her thighs where he launched her up to wrap her legs around his abdomen. She complied and let him carry her to the backless part of the lounge sofa where he laid her down carefully.

“I love you.” He emitted from nowhere, making her hand push him away from her to meet his stare.

“What?” She didn’t want to believe it.

“I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you. I’ll say it a thousand times more because it’s the truth.” His hips moved down to between her legs as he leaned in for another kiss, savoring her lips.

“However much I want to believe this, you’ve been drinking tonight.

“That’s my first glass.” He answered truthfully, although she found that hard to believe. “I swear to you Y/N, this is me talking, not the liquor.”

“Really?” She questioned. “Then hoe come you changed your mind? Last Saturday you sounded pretty clear in what you wanted.”

She allowed him to dip down for yet another kiss and her stomach fluttered as his tongue slid against her gracing lips, sending a shiver through her body which left goosebumps in its wake.

“Because of what you said. Why should I care about the rest of the world? They don’t have a goddamn thing to do with you and I.

“Tony…” She knew he was tipsy, no matter what he said. He kissed her again and she sighed at the sweet sensation. “If you can, without regret, kiss me in the morning? Then we can talk… I don’t want you to do something that you’ll regret.”

He let out a long and deep breath, looking down to where their bodies met as he hovered above her.

He gave in. “Alright. Tomorrow morning.” It sounded almost like a promise.

She heard a knock on her door at seven in the morning. She hurried to get dressed, too newly awoken to have any clear thoughts. She rushed to the door as the third knock erupted and opened it up. In the hallway outside stood Tony, a look of determination on his face.

Just as the silence between them began to grow too long and she was about to break it by saying something, Tony crossed the space between them and kissed her again. She allowed herself to mold into his arms and enjoy the feeling of his gentle lips against hers.

“See?” He said as he broke loose, chest heaving. “No regrets.”

She looked up into his innocent eyes. “Really?” She couldn’t help but question. He had seemed so determined when they first spoke about whatever it was they had between them. To see such a drastic change seemed too good to be true.

“Two hundred… I’m so sorry that I rejected you before, so sorry for the things I said. That’s not how I feel… This is.” He kissed her again and together they stumbled into her bedroom until they backed up against a wall.

She chuckled as they clumsily moved around, her hands holding herself steady on his sturdy shoulders.

He rushed around the car to get the door for her. She rolled her eyes at his hopeless need to be a gentlemen to her at all times, yet smiling as widely as ever at his kind gesture.

Two months had passed since the kiss in her bedroom. Together they had planned and thought of a way to let the team know what was happening, even if most of them had felt the loving warmth that had erupted between one another.

“You ready?” Tony asked as he laced his fingers with hers in front of the five star restaurant he had booked entirely for the team to have a dinner at. She shook her head no but smiled, tightening the grip of his hand which, was as much of a yes as he was going to get.

They walked inside together a few minutes passed the scheduled time to have everyone gathered. As the doors opened up at their arrival, the entire team turned towards them, their eyes lowering to where Tony and Y/N’s hands were connected.

“Sorry we’re late.” Tony apologized as he led Y/N to her seat and pushed the chair in after her before taking his own seat. “Traffic was awful.”

“Like traffic is the thing we want to be talking about right now?” Rhodes said, pulling his head back and raising his brows as he looked between the two.

AI | Mile High Club

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic that I’ve posted so please be gentle! Feel free to give prompts etc through my ask if you want more. Only read if you’re 18+.

Warnings: Smut

You didn’t know why you were so scared so flying. The irrational fear didn’t seem to have an origin as far as you were concerned but butterflies continued to flood your stomach every time you even considered stepping on a plane. Deep down, you knew you were being over dramatic but that didn’t settle the swarm or make the anxiety as less real or present.

As the taxi you’re in pulls up to the airport, you feel your boyfriend, Ashton, give your hand a gentle squeeze. He understands the turmoil attacking you so knows that there isn’t much he can do but be there. Part of him felt guilty for putting you through such a stressful situation but you insisted on attending the award ceremony in L.A. as his date. Your relationship was still very new and this appearance would be your first one as an official couple. This fact filled Ashton with nerves even though he was certain he’d found someone special.

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Hey, Jealousy (John Wick x Reader)

For the anon who asked:

A fic about john wick getting jealous and ends up slightly being some smut. 😏👌🏼👌🏼

Authors Note: Sorry anon, it’s not full smut but i think it’s good enough :D that’s for this prompt. i had such fun writing it! hope you enjoy!

Rating: M

Song: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - Taylor Swift feat, Zyan

John Wick x Reader (smut)

Hey Jealously

Originally posted by whiteguykarate

I was furious, fuming, positively leaking smoke from my ears. How dare he, how dare he, take a job like that and put a hit on both of us. To make sure no one came after me he abandoned me in the Continental where Winston was currently babysitting me. Babysitting me!

I was more than capable taking care of myself, being just as capable as John in the field but according to him “, I need to take precautions.” My fucking foot! Then he proceeded to deposit me unconscious in one of the Continental hotel rooms. I had tried to leave but Winston and his band of merry men prevented me from doing so, saying he was keeping me safe as a favour to John.

Now here I was beyond irate, holding his note in my hand with his scratchy handwriting saying he’ll be back later tonight after he takes care of things. I crushed it in my fist and tossed it into the fireplace. I could be there backing him up!

I looked to the clock, two o’clock in the morning. I spied the unopened luggage I packed earlier the day sitting across from me when John tricked me into thinking we were spending some alone time. That was until I found out his plans. I stalked to the case and opened it, looking for the perfect dress to wear to the Continental’s private bar lounge. Since he was going to have fun without me, I’ll just have fun without him. I smirked to myself as I pulled out the perfect dress and proceeded to get ready.

All eyes turned to me as I entered the lounge. I grinned to myself. Oh, John how you were missing out. I spied an empty two seater table and sat. A song I didn’t know was playing. The waiter arrived not too long after to take my order “, gin.”

My drink arrived with a tall dark gentleman.

“May I help you?” I asked.

“Your drink,” he offered with a southern accent and placed my glass on the table along with his “, may I?”

I gestured to the empty chair and crossed my legs. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and leaned towards the table. The man’s eyes flicked from my face to my cleavage.

“Like what you see?” I questioned, while stirring my drink.

He smiled like a viper “, never seen anything like it.”

I chuckled low and seductive. Oh, yes, this was going to be fun. I took a sip from my drink, feeling the burning sensation slide down my throat and into my stomach.

Someone cleared their throat by our table. I looked up into a pair of lined, glass blue eyes. I felt the temper I had just calmed flare back to life.

“Winston,” I gritted, through clenched teeth.

“Y/n… Reese,” greeted Winston.

My companion raised his glass to the hotel owner in response and took a swing of the drink.

Winston turned his attention to me “, is this wise?”

I could feel my body beginning to heat back up, I ignored Winston and turned my attention to the new song. Intense and rich the music began followed by the male vocalist.

Been sittin’ eyes wide open behind these four walls, hopin’ you’ll call
It’s just a cruel existence like it’s no point hopin’ at all

I looked back to him, a sweet smile plastered on my face “, I’ve no idea what you’re talking about?”

Baby, baby, I feel crazy
Up all night, all night and every day
Give me somethin’, oh, but you say nothin’
What is happenin’ to me?

He gave me a tight-lipped smile “, I just wanted to let you know he’s back and looking for you.”

I glanced at my companion whose eyes were scanning the room and politely not listening to our conversation. I doubted he’d be the kind to have me under house arrest.

“Thank you,” I said dismissively and turned my attention back to my male companion.

Winston moved off. I shimmied my chair closer to Reese, his hazel eyes looked surprised.

I smiled dazzlingly at him “, I wasn’t hearing you properly before.”

I don’t wanna live forever
‘Cause I know I’ll be livin’ in vain

John was in for a rude awakening when he saw me with this stranger. I chuckled to myself. There was only a foot between our chairs. I dropped my hand from the table onto his knee and leaned into him. His cologne scratched my nose and I had to try very hard not to recoil.  

Reese was handsome with gold flecked hazel eyes, chestnut hair to match and a square jaw line coated with the slightest five o’clock shadow. I spotted a fresh blackening bruise being hidden by the collar of his crisp white shirt. I took my free hand and brushed it open and slid a finger caressingly over the bruise.

“Rough night?”

And I don’t wanna fit wherever
I just wanna keep callin’ your name

He chuckled, a lovely bass tone “, aren’t you a seductress,” and leaned towards me.

“Is there another reason you’re sitting at my table then?”

Until you come back home
I just wanna keep callin’ your name


Suddenly my heart fell. John flashed through my mind, that was how we first met. He’d seen me, just I was now, sitting at a table by myself and he’d ask me to dance.

Until you come back home
I just wanna keep callin’ your name

“Um –,” I choked.

Until you come back home

I was cut off by a deep husky voice, threatening death and destruction “, there you are, thank you for keeping her company.”

Reese looked taken aback and sank back a fraction in his seat. I could feel the menace and fury pouring out of the person behind me.

“Your welcome,” Reese replied and took a gulp from his drink.

John’s hand wrapped around my arm, a silent command to leave. Suddenly my eyes stung.

I smiled at Reese, while standing “, thank you for your company.”

He nodded without looking in my direction. I let John lead me from the room, everything was a blur. I entered the hotel’s elevator with John behind me. I couldn’t face him so I kept my back turned to him.

“I took care of things,” he announced.

I nodded and silence followed.

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” I croaked.

He didn’t respond. Slowly I turned to look at him, letting my emotions spill down my face in black rivulets. He was so blurry, all I could make out was his form.

“I’m not the one who was about to crawl into some stranger’s lap,” he hissed.

“Jealous?!” I bellowed at him “, that’s exactly what would’ve happened if you died you jackass!”

I gasped as I was slammed into the wall, I inhaled deeply, my throat tight.

“Yes!” he roared “, is that what you wanted to hear? That I was jealous that the woman I love and wanted to protect was looking like she was about to run off with some strange man.”

I opened my mouth to counter but he continued.

“And I walked in to see you wearing this dress and him and every other man in the room eye fucking you!”

The tears continued to run, dripping off my chin and onto my exposed cleavage.

“I was so worried about you,” I sobbed “, I needed you to feel the same pain I felt when you left me. I love you so, so much John.”

My heart clenched in my chest. I would give my life for him and him for me but, locking me up in this place had hurt me. I felt like he didn’t trust me or think I was capable enough.

His thumb brushed away my spilt tears “, I am sorry for leaving you but I don’t regret it.”

He kissed my forehead tenderly, then each eye. I looked up at him he was still a little blurry but getting clearer, I cupped his cheek and traced his worried and pained face with my other hand.

“I’m sorry too,” I murmured.

He kissed my nose and I giggled. He smiled, a little light pouring back into his face chasing away the pain. Gently he brought his lips to mine in a tender kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me a few inches from the floor. I draped my arms over his neck, one of my hands fisting into his midnight hair.

The kiss deepened, his tongue in my mouth tracing my lower lip, probing and thrusting. He broke from my mouth and traced my jaw line. His lips sucked a path down my neck leaving a line of possessive bruises in its wake. I threw my head back and it banged into the gold elevator wall.

“Ouch,” I moaned.

I banded my legs around his waist and ground on his growing erection. He groaned into my ear at the friction and pushed me into the wall, hiking my dress up and grinding into my core eliciting a hiss of pleasure from me.

My hands freely roamed his back, running over his arms, chest and grasping his ass. Tight and firm. Delicious. My hands went back to his hair, the strands sliding silkily through my fingers. Roughly he grasped the strap of my dress to push it from my shoulder. I felt it snap but I didn’t care. John freed my right breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I moaned at the wet velvety contact of his tongue and rolled my hips against his hardened cock. He paused and shuddered against my body.

“Like that big boy?” I whispered into his ear as I sucked my own mark of ownership into his pale neck.

I rutted my hips against him and pulled at his shirt but gave up and attacked his belt, needing him in me.

The elevator bell dinged, I hopped off John and did my best to straighten my clothes. The doors opened to reveal Winston.

Winston entered the elevator with a cocked eyebrow and a knowing smile “, John… y/n, I hope I’m not interrupting something”

“No, not at all,” we replied in unison.

Winston smiled and turned his back to us.

I caught sight of our reflection in the mirrored wall. I did my best to stifle a laugh. John’s hair was sticking out at all angles, ruby lipstick streaked across his lips and rained down his chest along with purple bruises. His tie was about to fall off his neck, his shirt also bore my lips mark, three of the first buttons were on the floor and his shirt tails were hanging out his pants. John’s belt was undone and his large tattooed hands were clasped over the tent in his pants.

I was worse, looking like a truck had run over me – twice. My hair was netted and frizzy. I had raccoon eyes, black tracks ran down my face, my lipstick was smudged half across my face and down my neck. So much for the label saying it was none transferable. The left strap for the low cut, black, spaghetti strapped body con dress was broken. Red and blue marks decorated my neck like an elaborate necklace.

John caught my eyes in the mirror and smiled. I ducked my head feeling a bit of heat creep into my cheeks. His hand found mines and squeezed.

The elevator dinged, opened and Winston stepped out.

He turned, a smirk on his lined features “, it makes no sense wishing you a good night but, I must ask that you please keep the noise level at minimum for the other guests.”

“Of course, Winston, good night,” replied John, still holding my hand.

“I’m not the one who’s going to have a good night,” Winston said with a wink.

The elevator bell sounded and the doors closed. I looked up at John who was already looking at me, lust coating his features.

Oh yes, this was going to be a very good night.

Off to the Races *smuttish*- Tommy Shelby

Request// Hey! Could you do a Tommy Shelby oneshot, where you’re at a family meeting and you and Tommy argue and don’t speak for a couple of days but make up (smut & fluff) thanks!

Request// Please do a possessive Tommy Shelby imagine preferably with smut but only if ur comfortable obvs x

This prompt can be read without smut. All smut will lay between a set of ‘*****’ and some fowl language has been included in this fic.

*So I hope that these two requesters don’t mind that I put both of them together. I took a lot longer to write this one than I expected, but I’m proud to say that I think it’s looking good. I’m talking over 1300 words, so it’s arguably my longest prompt yet. Hope you enjoy! xoxo*

You sat on the stairs of the betting shop, your knees resting under your chin as Tommy laid out the plan for the Cheltenham Races. You didn’t trust Billy Kimber and neither did Tommy, but you still found it ignorant to meet with him, especially with his bookies getting robbed left and right.

“Arthur, John, you’ll be leading our men and the Lees out to collect anything stolen Kimber’s boys,” he explained, his brothers nodding in approval. “As for me, I’ll be taking Grace with me to meet Kimber in the private lounge.” Both John and Arthur passed sly grins to one another, but it didn’t get past you.

“Why would you take Grace,” you asked curiously, trying to hide the venom in your tone.

“Why not, Y/N?” Arthur turned to look at you, being the first person to address you this entire meeting. “Y’aren’t jealous, are you?” John held back his laugh while Polly scowled at Arthur. Tommy only shook his head, ready to carry on without giving you a proper answer.

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Private Fun

Reader x Jungkook

Warning: Explicit Language/ Smut

(Picture not mine)

It was a Saturday night I wasn’t up for going out but I was practically being dragged by my best friend Seoyeon. 

 "Yah Seoyeon I don’t want to go to this party meet up thing with your friend I don’t even know him.“ She rolled her eyes as we entered her room. 

 "Come on you never go out I understand you work but come on you need to have some fun you’ve been just living a dull life and that sounds awful you might even meet a guy you like and get a boyfriend.” I sat down on her bed.

 "Don’t even start I’m not up for that boyfriend stuff, plus I’m not even hot or attractive enough!“ Seoyeon walked to her closet and pulled out a red blouse with a black waist skirt and some knee socks and a pair of black shoes. 

 "I was going to make you wear a revealing dress but I know your the shy type and I don’t want you to feel embarrassed or complain so change into this and I’ll do your make up after your done changing." 

Seoyeon threw the clothes at me and after a while I was standing in front of the mirror with nice and light make-up Seoyeon had put on me I looked totally different.

 "I guess this works I mean I still look nice but I don’t think I should go to the party.” She rolled her eyes at me and took my hand and pulled me out of her house and into her car she started to drive and head on to the party.

 As we arrived there we were greeted by a tall handsome looking man.

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You don’t own me part 9

Originally posted by bakakhyunbacon


And you. Well you didn’t move at all for a couple of minutes. Just starring after them while feeling your heartbeat slowly regulating itself again.

Is this love?

Word count: 2105 // I did my bescht 💪🤓

Warnings: Kinda angst kinda fluff but surely a bit of violence

Author’s note: I feel like we are getting closer to the end…maybe two or three more parts ;) Feel free to tell me your opinion

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Sanvers Week Day 6: Smut

This is what happens when you can’t decide what type of smut you want to write and then end up with just a whole bunch of feelings about these two crazy kids.

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(Please note that this chapter is M/E rated. And there are themes of slight bondage {handcuffs} mentioned at one point. But it’s brief and you can skip over it.)



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Happy Birthday, Bucky

Reader wants to celebrate Bucky’s birthday. It’s cute and fluffy!

Bucky x Reader, other Avengers

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A/N Some swearing. I know I’m late for Bucky’s birthday but… life gets in the way. Anyway, this is it. I’m posting this as a SFW version because I have ideas for NSFW but I can’t get them out. If I end up changing the ending to NSFW, I’ll post that… though I doubt it.

You knew that Bucky’s 100th birthday was coming up and even though he didn’t want to celebrate, you had to mark the occasion somehow. Normally, you’d have loved to throw him a great bash but you knew that he wouldn’t enjoy himself so you opted to take him out for a nice dinner and if he wanted to after, head to a bar for drinks and maybe dancing. You were hoping that he’d be okay with inviting the others to tag along for drinks but didn’t want to push him. After all, how unsettling must it be to be celebrating being 100 years old and yet still looking and feeling like someone in their twenties? You couldn’t imagine how displaced he must be feeling so you wouldn’t push him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.

The day before his actual birthday, you had caught up with him in the gym. You noticed that he was distracted; the bags under his eyes appeared darker and he looked like he hadn’t slept all week.

You approached him and gave him a quick hug, “Eww, serves me right. You’re all gross and sweaty!”

He chuckled, “Hey, that’s on you.”

You smiled up at him, “You excited about tomorrow?”

He frowned, the lines in between his eyes getting deeper. “Just dinner, right? You’re not going to surprise me with anything big?” he pleaded.

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A Sonny Carisi One Shot

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“‘You’re a catch. Real sweet, pretty, only one who calls me Sonny—not to mention that you’re one hell of a dancer.’”

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Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Attempted assault, mild cursing, mild blood

No one expected you to be an expert on it. In fact, everyone expected you to be rather awkward; Olivia hoped that could be explained away by your supposed inexperience—your “character” could easily be seen as a first-time stripper without having it affect the case.

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Vegas, baby.

A night in Vegas was an idea on your behalf; you were joking around with your soon to be husband while trying to clasp his attention to take him away from his football game he was thoroughly getting into. When more than half his attention and energy is put into watching some football game, he is unbelievably hard to talk to, but incredibly easy to mess with and lure him into committing to things he otherwise would generally contemplate. While he was muttering under his breath a string of cuss words, words you hate being uttered in the house, but you made an exception for sporting games. You intrigued his attention when the words ‘vegas,’ and 'bachelorette party,’ ran off the tip of your tongue. 

He turned away from the action of the football game, his eyes shining blindingly over at you, a smirk forming on your lips. For a moment he frowned, a clear inkling he does not like the concept of you in Vegas for your bachelorette party while surrounded by god knows how many other bachelorettes with the same idea as you. He has seen far too many movies to know that Vegas and bachelorettes is not an idea he wants for you. 

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Love at first sight part 2(fetus Harry Styles x Reader)

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Harry was a fun guy to hang out with. He made me laugh with his not so funny jokes, took care of me when I was in a bad mood and always proved me that I could trust him and rely on him. Thinking back at the first day at my new school, Harry and I had become close after I took a seat next to him in maths. He invited me to have lunch with his friends afterwards. Unfortunately, I also met the girl Amanda had warned me of. Keira was her name. She looked very innocent and nice from the outside. I almost began to like her but then I got to know her real personality. She was a snake.

Whenever she got the chance, she tried to disgrace me in front of my friends, especially Harry. One day, she “accidentally” spilled coffee on my new white shirt. I was very close to tears but luckily I could hold myself back. Harry was very pissed off, but like an angel and good friend that he is, he tried to soothe me. He also gave me one of his shirts so I didn’t need to walk around with a coffee stained shirt. Keira was a big challenge to be honest. I had to gain all my strength and patience to endure her horrible acts. She was just jealous, I know, and she was simply in love with Harry, but she had no right to terrorize me.

Speaking of my relation to Harry, I felt that our friendship seemed to change into something more. Whenever I saw him, a wide smile appeared on my face and my heart slammed against my chest very heavily. Amanda also realized that. She told me, that sometimes when Harry and I were hanging out we acted more as a couple than friends. I never noticed it. It was Harry after all. He always made you feel special when you were around him.

“You like him more than just a friend, don’t you?” Amanda asked me as we were chilling on my bed and going through some magazines.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Suddenly, my voice was shaking terribly and I felt myself blushing.

“Oh come on, (Y/N), you can’t fool me! I know you have feelings for Harry! Don’t deny it!”

I just shrugged with my shoulders, not feeling the need to justify myself. “Everybody has feelings for Harry, Am.” I mumbled.

“If you just haven’t noticed, he likes you back.”

I sighed and ran my hands over my face. It was frustrating. I knew I was falling for my best friend but I still wasn’t sure if he returned my feelings. Even Amanda’s claim didn’t give the assurance that I needed.

“How can you tell?” I asked her. “He treats everyone equally. I don’t see a difference between me and other people.”

She laughed at my stupidity. I knew that. “You’re so oblivious, (Y/N). Even a blind man could tell that Harry feels more than friendship for you. Haven’t you ever noticed how fast his behavior changes when you enter the room? Once he was laughing and fooling around with Liam, Niall and Louis and the next second you joined them, he was totally someone else. Believe me when I say he likes you. No, love is a better term in your case.”

I groaned and buried my face into my pillow. Everything was so confusing and I really wanted to find it out. Did he seriously love me or was Amanda just imagining things?


I sat in the little cottage in the backyard of my house. It was kind of my safe heaven when I wanted to relax or let out some anger. My mom and I were arguing a lot recently over little things which pissed me off. So I escaped to my cottage so I wouldn’t run into her. We needed to blow off some steam because it was necessary.

My thoughts were all about Harry lately and I just couldn’t help but remind myself of how gentle and kind he was treating me the last couple of days. We were friends for five months now. How fast time passes. I was still conflicted about telling him that I loved him. Our friendship meant so much to me. It was the most valuable thing that I possessed. I would do everything to keep him in my life. He was a guy you want to spend a lifetime with.

Today, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Whenever he had the chance he would delicately lay his arms around my shoulders, especially when boys were around. I liked this gesture to be honest. It was another proof to me how much he cared for me.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the wooden door. “(Y/N)?” His voice sounded so heavenly and angelic when he talked. A bunch of butterflies erupted in the pit of my stomach. Unbelievable, how much of an effect he has on me. “Are you in there?”

“Yes, come in.” I replied.

He opened the door and entered my private lounge. Only he and Amanda had access to the cottage. I never let anyone except for them in here. Not even my own mother.

Harry greeted me with a genuine smile. He looked handsome as ever without even trying it. He could be wearing a potato sack and would be looking good in it. Now, he wore a long-sleeved pink pullover and dark blue jeans. His hair was slightly messy but it didn’t matter too much. He took a seat right next to me on the mattress that I’ve put on the floor and decorated with different sizes of cushions.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)? You texted me you had to talk to me? Is everything alright?”

I was going to confess my feelings for you but now that you’re here I feel like a coward.

“I-I just need your company.” I claimed. “I’m not in a good mood, Haz.”

A concerned expression was visible on his face. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking worried.

“Why? What happened?” I opened my mouth but no words escaped my lips. I felt a lump in my throat and it was hard for me to swallow it down.

“I just don’t know, Harry.” I whispered. “I’m so confused recently. It gives me headaches.”

Harry threw his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against his side. He knew how he needed to comfort me. He never asked too much questions, giving me as much as time I needed before I would spill the answers out of my mouth.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be alright.” I hope they will.

“Harry, there is something I need to know.” I began to talk. My body heat increased immensely and I felt warm in every little cell in my body. Here we go. Now or never.

“I don’t know how to start this conversation so I will ask you a question which I hope will not sound random to you. Amanda has noticed some changes about you, Harry. Changes that occur when I’m around you. Honestly, I must say I never noticed them because I am oblivious and stupid but I just need to now, Harry: Do you have feelings for me? Do you love me Harry?”

Suddenly, the color in his face vanished and he turned very pale. He nervously bit on his lower lip, thinking about what to say. I, in my position, felt bad for putting him into a situation like this.

“I-I don’t know how to reply to your question, (Y/N).”

“It’s okay, Haz. I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. I needed to know because I developed deep feelings for you. I love you Harry, more than a friend. Even if you don’t love me back, it’s no problem to me. I can live with that. I just hope I didn’t make things awkward between us. I don’t want to lose you, Harry. You mean a lot to me. I need you in my life.”

We stared at each other, being surrounded by complete silence. I kind of knew I shouldn’t ask him. I made things more complicated I think.

“I’m so sorry, Harry.” I said, shame was engulfing me. Tears welled up my eyes and threatened to fall down my cheeks. I couldn’t look at him in the eyes. I simply was ashamed. Before I could tear my gaze away from him, I felt warm and soft lips capturing mine into a hungry und passionate kiss. I couldn’t process what was going on, my thoughts were all spinning in my head. Was he really kissing me or was I imagining things?

Harry pushed me down so I laid on my back and he on top of me. Not for a single moment did he tear his lips away from mine. I tangled my fingers in his messy curls, slightly tugging at them. My actions elicited a moan from his lips, he seemed to like it. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips, tasting him. My heart skipped thousand beats and I was on cloud nine.

“I love you.” Harry said between the kisses. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I fucking love you so much.” And after each sentence, he kissed me even harder. We pulled away to take a breath, to fill our lungs with air again. He pressed his forehead against mine. I felt his breath on my lips, causing tingles on my entire body.

“Do you know how much I was longing for to hear this?” He said. “I’ve been in love with you since the day we meet. I’ve fallen for you since the moment we crashed into each other and looked at each other in the eyes. I’ve fallen so hard for you, (Y/N). It was love at first sight. Do you know how painful it was for me only to be your friend? I wanted to be more. I still want to be more. But I couldn’t tell you because I’m a coward. I fucking couldn’t tell you that I am in love with my best friend.”

He pressed another kiss on my lips.

“I’ve dreamed of kissing you, holding you. God, I even dreamed of making love to you, how crazy is that? I want you (Y/N). I want you to be mine and only mine. I don’t want to share you with anyone. No one can look at you, kiss you and touch you the way I do. I fucking love you and I want you to be my girlfriend. Please be mine forever!”

His words caused a wave of different emotions in me. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I wanted to slap him for not telling me earlier. But the most I wanted to love lim. I wanted all these things he wanted too. With him. I couldn’t imagine myself with somebody else but Harry.

“I want to be yours, Harry.” I confessed. “From the bottom of my heart.” He offered me a cute and dimpled smile and kissed me again.



The Lap Dance - (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Warning(s): Light smut

Pairing: Joker x Reader

The fiery golden club lights loomed over the thugs and goons-for-hire in the luxurious strip club. The loud, blaring music thumped throughout the club, rumbling and rattling through the patrons, forcing them to sway and twist to the repetitive beat. Women, half-naked, waltz around the windowless building handing out drinks and lap dances, some even handed out there bodies for the right price. But, alas it was a normal sight: Strippers grinding on the flaxen pole, while gangsters tossed their blood money around, buying drinks and women of their choice. 

The Joker enjoyed the sight he was seeing in his designated private lounge. His strip club was flourishing right before his very eyes. All the money this club alone was earning him made his pale face stretch into a wide corrupted grin, it was an understatement to say he was proud of this club, of his club.

His royal blue eyes flicked and lingered around the club, not paying attention to the crime boss that sat before him, the thug droning on and on about how him and Joker should team up and take down Batman. But Joker could careless, the only thing the green haired man was worried about was the one and only; (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

He slowly licked his lips as he saw you grip the pole, rubbing your exotic body against it, your face hazy in faux lust. Your body was clad in a over size white dress shirt, it wasn’t button all the way, showing off your perky breast. And your lower half was covered in lilac colored panties, the lacy kind he ever so enjoyed. Your hair was messy and wild and the multiple golden chains that hung around your neck swung and tossed around. Joker was amazed at how you looked and how you moved. He personally picked out that outfit for you, it was his shirt and chains that you wore, and my god, did he wanted to ravage and fuck the ever living shit out of you. 

Your body wiped to the beat, while multiple dollar bills were tossed your way. Even though you were a stripper, nothing abnormal about you, you still caught the eye of the Clown Prince of Crime. The snowy white shirt fluttered off your shoulders and stopped around your lower arms, you winked when the crowd full of horny men wailed when they saw your upper body bare. The Joker leaned in his wide orbs peering through your body.

He wanted you now.

“Jonny,” Joker blurted out, cutting off the fellow crime lord that sat in front of him. 

“Yeah, boss?” The bodyguard, and right hand man for the Joker spoke, his arms crossed behind his back. The low-level goon’s face scrunched up in a deadpanned expression, only making Joker chuckle. 

“Ah, the look on your face! You’re so intense, Jonny-Boy!” He chuckled out. The random crime boss let out a strained chuckle, his dark eyes flicking towards Joker and Frost. 

“I’m just yanking your chain, Frost! Y’know; ‘Playful Banter’, hm?”

The bearded man nodded his head, his face still in that same expression, only blinking from time to time. 

“I’m gonna cut to the chase, really. I want you to bring that girl up here, now. Capiche?” The Joker said, lazily pointing a long pale finger that was decked out in golden skull rings your way, your body sprawled out on the stage floor, you were playing the with money that practically smothered out the golden floor. Frost nodded his head and left the large private lounge, a long pause erupted between Joker and the nameless crime boss.

And before the older man can speak to Joker the heavy door swung open, reviling Frost and yourself. Joker’s face contorted into his infamous smirk.

“Ah, (Y/N)! Come over here and give Daddy a lap dance.” He tossed his purple cane to the said as you quickly made your way towards the clown, straddling him while you rubbed your chest against his, his wide hands hungrily rubbing your hips and playing with the hem of your panties. 

“Um, we can talk about this later if–”

“No, no, no. You’ve went out of your way to see me, driving all the way across town and such. I don’t wanna be rude and let you leave so soon,” Joker said, his hands now slowly playing with your breast, making your moan out.

“Continue, please…” Joker laughed, enjoying the discomfort he made the the crime boss feel. But non the less, the man continued to speak. But again, the Joker didn’t listen nor pay any attention as you began to plant small kisses over his face, making the man underneath you growl. You giggled when you felt the familiar bulge pressing agents your womanhood. 

The Joker was getting turned on, and just the thought of you making him feel like this turned you on. 

Your hand raced down his hard toned chest towards his expensive name brand pants. You smiled when the Joker groaned out at your touch, your fingers then began to snake inside his pants, playing with his thick shaft. His rough hands held your arms, holding you in place. You then began to pump him, jerking the older man, who is also your boss, off right in front of an intimidating crime boss.

He shivered underneath you as you began to pump harder, pushing the Joker over the edge. His precum creating a lubricant. He let out a shallow chuckle as your thumb played with his tip. 

He was close you knew he was. But it was boring to just let him come, oh, you were gonna have fun. You pulled your hand out of his pants, making him grunt in annoyance. You pulled yourself off of him, and to be yanked back onto his lap. 

“What do you think you’re doing, darling?”

“Oh, nothing, boss. It’s just that you’re in a middle of an important meeting, and it’s awfully rude to fuck a stripper in the middle of that meeting.”

“Are you telling me what to do, (Y/N).” He spat out, eyes glaring at you. You laughed and nodded, slipping out his grip and strutting off, your hips swaying with each step, leaving the royal like room. 

“You’re in a world full of trouble.”

“Why don’t you punish me for it, huh?”

He smirked as he saw your body leave, he was gonna have fun with you later.                           

it was another friday night. he could feel the music under his feet, and felt secretly proud of his latest decision to upgrade the sound system in the dance club. looking at the monthly sales report right in front of him now and with a grin on his face, he knew it was definitely a sound investment worth making. no pun intended, he thought to himself and chuckled.

he finished signing the last few documents, and after putting them in the folder for his personal assistant, he took a look at the time and realised that it was that time again. not wanting to waste any more precious minutes, he removed his treasured timepiece and placed it carefully on the table. he rolled up his sleeves neatly up to this elbow, and with a quick ruffle of his newly trimmed hair, he locked his room and quickened his pace to where he should be.

as he walked towards the bar nearest to the vip private lounges, he caught a glimpse of his happiness, seated in his usual bar seat, looking smart but uptight. he quickly and quietly took his place behind the bar, ties a half apron around his waist and washed his hands, all ready to serve his favourite difficult customer that noone else wants to attend to.

“good evening mister do, should i make the usual drink for you now?”

“you are late kai, and i am stuck with a drink that is not up to my standards at all. introduce me to your boss and maybe i should tell him that his employee is not doing a good job?” kyungsoo said as he turned his chair around.

jongin felt the blush in his cheeks, as he locked eyes with the man in front of him and he felt a sudden surge of internal warmth and goodness throughout his body. sudden thoughts of their friday night rendezvous came in mind, and he still finds it amusing that kyungsoo does not know who he really is.

“well then, should i also tell my boss that the boss of his rival company is here every friday night to check the place out, and to … check me out as well?”

—————– ps : saw this picture edit and i could not stop my fingers from typing…