what is your face doing kind sir

The maid

Characters: reader, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, Dom!dean, sub!reader, praise!kink, orgasm denial, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex

Word count: 3411

Summary: when you take up a new job as a maid at the bunker, you may have a slight crush on your boss; Dean.

A/N: happy Valentine’s Day, here some Dean smut for you beautiful people

You were running late to your job interview. It wasn’t like you weren’t prepared or didn’t leave on time, but this place was very hidden. You were in desperate need of money so you decided to go to an interview to become a maid at a bunker. You had seen the ad for the job, you didn’t have to book an interview you just had to show up between the time 3:00pm-5:30pm. It was 6:30pm and you had only just arrived outside of this bunker.

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PRANK WARS [GEORGE WEASLEY]

request: “77 with george please? i love your stories” - by anon

a/n: thank you, anon 💞 hope you like this :-)

77. “What makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?”

Masterlist + Request here! 

    “Weasley!”

     Your unpleasant scream filled the corridors of the castle, Peeves the Poltergeist immediately following the sound only to find you covered in white paint and red feathers from your head, down to your toes.

     "Ha! I didn’t know they allowed chickens inside the hallways!“ Peeves shouted and snickered, flying around you repeatedly before going away.

     Soon, Professor Lupin had heard it as well since you were closest to his classroom, and as he went outside to check what had happened, his lips twitched slightly when he saw your condition.

     You groaned loudly once again. “I’m going to kill that git, I’m going to strangle him until he stops breathing and -”

     "Y/N,“ Lupin walked towards you. “What is the meaning of this?”

     Just in cue, you heard two boys laughing from the classroom. You looked behind the professor and saw Fred and George Weasley with their faces red, patting themselves on the back. Though you were only sending a death glare on George since you knew that this was his plan - considering that the two of you had an endless prank war going on.

     "Why don’t you ask George Weasley, Professor.“ you gritted your teeth. "I’m sure that he can enlighten you.”

      “I see.” he pursed his lips before turning around. “Weasley, mind coming over for a second?”

     "Which one, sir?“ the twins chimed in the same time.

     "The one Y/N is speaking of.”

      Fred placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder in a teasing manner, heading back to the classroom while George rolled his eyes and marched forward where you were standing.

      “Y/N! I hardly recognized you. I thought I was looking at a rooster.” he began chuckling.

      Blood boiled under your skin even further because of his comment. “Oh, you think you’re so clever but just you wait -”

      “Y/N,” Lupin stopped you before you can finish what you were trying to say.

     You looked at the teacher and shut your mouth, crossing your arms, still covered in paint and feathers.

     "It has brought to my attention that the two of you have been pulling senseless pranks on each other for the past month, George and Y/N.“ the professor began with a kind smile on his face, his hands folded.

      "In my defense, sir, he was the one who started it.” you pointed at George, his eyes widening at what he heard.

     "Absolutely not. May I remind you that you were the one who made me eat that cupcake that made my fingers have their own fingers!“ George exclaimed.

     You sighed. "For the last time, it was a dare!”

    “I don’t believe you.”

    “What a surprise!”

    “You didn’t have to do it so technically, it was still your choice.”

    “I was forced to do it, that’s why I didn’t have a choice.”

    “Just admit that you’ve been wanting to do it -”

     "Oh my god! You’re speaking absolute rubbish!“

    "Okay, that’s enough.” Professor Lupin joined your conversation, an amused look on his face because of the argument he just witnessed. “The two of you, breathe, and Y/N …” he got his wand from his pocket and with a flick of it, the mess on your whole body was gone, making you mutter a quick thanks.

     "So,“ Lupin began again, "let’s make a deal. I won’t let Professor McGonagall know about this incident, since she is the head of both of your houses and she is quite frankly so close to sending letters to your parents, and in return, you’ll stop pranking each other. Is that clear?”

       You rocked your heels back and forth. “Yes, sir.”

      “And George?”

       He crossed his arms. “Yes, sir.”

      “Ah, perfect.” Lupin smiled. “Now, shake on it, will you?”

      You raised your eyebrows, glancing at George beside you. “Absolutely not.” you scoffed.

     "Why not?“ George asked but you could see that he was now grinning.

     ”What makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?“ you told him, turning to Lupin. "Now, excuse me, professor, but I really must be going. I’m supposed to be in Charms right now but since someone acted so childish, I am late. Thank you for the help, sir.” you sent one last glared to George, waltzing away then.

     George only chuckled, unfazed by your coldness, glancing at the teacher for a moment before setting his eyes on your fading figure as you turn to the left.

    “Ah, she really is something, isn’t she? I’m going to marry her someday.”

Fool’s Gold

Summary: Marinette knew that she wasn’t a good dancer. She could be a fearless warrior and a great hero but she couldn’t fix her two left feet. Despite that, she wanted to go to the masquerade ball in the royal castle to meet a certain someone. Instead, she meets a masked jester under the moonlight…

A/N: I have a translation project due in two days. Instead I decide it’s worth finishing off this fanfic I had in my drafts since last summer lol. At first, this was meant to be my Queen!Marinette AU but I couldn’t think of anything to make her queen without making it complicated so this was the result. Well, I kinda wanted to see Marinette stepping on Adrien’s toes too haha. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.5k+

Link to FFnet / AO3


Marinette was many things. A skilled seamstress. A wise advisor. A good friend. She could lead an army, devise flawless tactics and dominate the battlefield all while making it look like a ladies’ picnic.

She may be many things. But a dancer, she was not.

It was at times like these that she hated her accursed clumsiness. Very few people noticed after she became a hero but to the people who knew her before that they could only laugh and say ‘that’s our Marinette’. It was one thing that never changed.

Five different people asked her to dance that evening. All five left with bruised toes. Thankfully, they seemed like good noblemen who knew how to cover up so they bore with the pain with smiles on their faces. To escape from the misery and to avoid making a fool of herself for any longer, she slipped away to the castle gardens, taking solace in the moonlit scenery.

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anonymous asked:

ohhh, what would the RFA+Saeran's reactions be to MC's overprotective father being a mobster or a mafia leader?? kinda lame but mehh, it just kinda popped into my head ^^"

I only know about the Mafia from Bungou Stray Dogs, so that’s what it will be based off. Hope you don’t mind.

Yoosung

  • he laughs when you tell him
  • “That’s funny MC, but I     doubt he’ll be that scary”    
  • No, no you were serious
  • He was the leader of the mafia
  • Yoosung stares at you for a     second, before smiling and nodded    
  • And passing out
  • When he came too he began to     freak out
  • He couldn’t handle this! He’s a     university student! Want if they try to kill him?
  • What if they want him to do…     illegal things?
  • Yoosung, trust me, my     father will take one look at you and know you aren’t up for that
  • Wait what does that mean?
  • He tries really hard to be     tough around your father… but he fails miserably 
  • He just kind of looks like an     awkward puppy dog     
  • Puppy dog vs Lion
  • Your father wasn’t acting very     threateningly, you were glad and thought maybe he finally warmed up
  • But when you left him and     Yoosung alone…
  • “I’m sure you have good     intentions with my kid, but should you hurt them I’ll make sure you and     your family disappear off the face of the earth without a trace,     okay?“     
  • "Okay, Sir”
  • He leaves the place terrified 
  • You have to reassure him he     won’t do anything, because you won’t let him. 
  • Also that he shouldn’t worry     what your father thinks because you love him very much and that’s what     matters.     

Jaehee 

  • fuck.
  • She’s a little overwhelmed by     your father’s status in the world 
  • For a while she lets her fears     get the best of her and she avoids meeting your father for a while
  • But then, she looks at it     objectively
  • One of her closest friends is a     secret agent that probably does illegal things a lot 
  • And if she’s not scared of an     elite hacker that could ruin her life with a few clicks of a button
  • She should be afraid of the person     she loves father.     
  • It wasn’t the best comparison     but if it kept Jaehee confident enough to meet your father then it didn’t     really matter
  • She’s very polite when talking     to him, and although she’s scared she does well in not showing it
  • Your father is pretty impressed     so he backs off with the threats for now
  • When he’s alone with Jaehee he     gives her a gentle reminder of your wellbeing
  • “Woman or not, should you     hurt my MC I can assure you your existence will be wiped from this earth     in the blink of an eye”     
  • Jaehee nods and agrees, saying     she understands and promises she would never do something like that to you
  • She’s a mix of shaken and     relieved after meeting him    
  • You assure her you wouldn’t let     your father hurt her     
  • She’s grateful but still     terrified     

Zen

  • Zen should definitely be the     most worried     
  • Because your father has seen     his type before, his "I can handle this baby, don’t worry” kind     of confidence before    
  • He’s seen his type right before     putting a bullet in their brain    
  • Zen’s confidence is still up     and running
  • But it’s covering up his utter     fear
  • Your father’s glares pierce     Zen’s eyes
  • Zen’s polite and confident,     showing he can be tough and handle looking after you
  • While his father admires     that… he still worries Zen will hurt you.
  • You’re afraid of leaving them     alone but it becomes unavoidable, so you try to make it as quick as     possible
  • “You have a pretty face, I     bet it does well for your career. It would be a shame if something     horrible, like acid burn, were to happen to it, right?" 
  • "U-uh, yes” 
  • Terrible threatened 
  • While Zen is terrified, he does     promise your father he loves you very much, and he would give his life to     protect you.     
  • Your father’s impressed by his     sacrifice, and he escapade unscathed 
  • However, you do have to calm     him down when you get home    
  • Zen is strong but holy shit     your father is scary    

Jumin

  • these two were two sides of the     same coin
  • Both of them had the power to     destroy the other     
  • Neither of them here shaken nor     intimidated by the other    
  • It was a very interesting     exchange
  • Your father threatened him,     offhandedly warning that should you be hurt his company might take the     fall
  • But Jumin also insisted that     should you somehow pay for his crimes, he might find himself in the same     position
  • It was like watching cats and     dogs fight
  • At the end of the day, they     almost had… respect for each other 
  • A respect that didn’t go past a     handshake, but a respect non the less 
  • You began to wonder if you’d     disrupted the balance of the earth by bringing the two of them together 
  • Admittedly, Jumin was a little     worried. But he wasn’t worried for himself, but rather for you
  • He knew having two people you     cared about deeply dislike each other was never a nice experience 
  • But he was glad that it went     well
  • And you were happy

Saeyoung

  • please do not let this man     child near the mafia boss     
  • Please
  • Saeyoung is smart, so he’s     confident in his ability to take down the Mafia
  • But this boy has a mouth on him
  • And having a mouth is like     asking for death in the mafia
  • You’re the one frightened for     Saeyoungs life when he and your father meet 
  • It was very nerve wracking to     see your boyfriend mouth off to your father, who had a gun three inches     away
  • Your father made his threats     serious and unforgiving    
  • “You’re a fool, and should     you break MC’s heart both you and your brothers spines will be     broken”
  • “But Sir~ MC chose me! So     if you kill me and Saeran you’ll be the one breaking their heart~”
  • Your father opened his mouth     but you interrupted him.    
  • “Please don’t say     anything, Father, I’ll kill him myself" 
  • If you leave the two alone,     however, Saeyoungs personality breaks.
  • "I understand your     concerns, but please understand when I say I would do anything for MC.     That includes dying"     
  • Your father’s a little     surprised at Saeyoungs turn around. 
  • Once you leave you hit Saeyoung     for being so rude
  • Because you were afraid your     father might actually do something, and that scared you 
  • He assured you he’d never leave     your side     
  • Even if he dies
  • Ghost Saeyoung

Saeran

  • Had Saerans mentality still     been messed up, he probably wouldn’t be threatened or intimidated by your     father at all
  • But it was different now
  • And even though he didn’t show     a single indication
  • He was scared out of his mind
  • He didn’t know much about the     mafia, but he knew it wasn’t a very safe organisation 
  • He was a little afraid your     father would be like Rika     
  • Even though he knew that was     stupid
  • He was still afraid
  • He was very quiet when he met     your father, and you held his hand the entire time
  • When you left them alone, your     father showed him understanding 
  • Although,  he     still threatened him    
  • "I understand what you’ve     been through is hard, but from what I hear you’re making a very remarkable     recovery”
  • “Yes sir" 
  • "I hope you understand if     you do hurt MC, I will make sure your death is quick and you are easily     forgotten"     
  • This hurts Saeran a lot but he     nods and dryly swallows     
  • When you guys get home, he has     a panic attack
  • You calm him down by     getting him to breathe and rubbing his back 
  • Once he calms down, you hold     him and promise you will not let anything happen to him
  • Saeyoung won’t either
Unprofessional Services: Chapter 1

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Summary: Getting off of the Finalizer was the only thing you wanted. Until Kylo Ren got in the way. Now you’re his therapist, tasked with a strange objective–but the last thing he wants to do is cooperate.

Words: 2500

Warnings: None, yet

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: Hello! This is a series I’ve been working on for months, now–I’m just now posting it. I only have a few chapters written, but since I’ve been busy with life-stuff, I haven’t had the time to write anything. I figured now that life-stuff is calming down (AND with the release of the new trailer!!!!!) now is a good time to post!

Let me know what you think! This is something else a bit darker, as well, but canon material is always good to slip back into! <3

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Run To You // Sam Wilson x Reader P4

Pairing: Sam Wilson x POC Reader, Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Word Count: 2.6k+
Warning: fluff, language, angst, FEELINGS 

Summary: Time Skip: A year and a half! Moving in with the Avengers was the best decision you’d ever made. Things between you and Sam are absolutely wonky. Thor doesn’t approve of anything less than complete honesty. It looks like there’s someone else who might want a chance to earn your heart.

A/N: I have no self-control. None. Not even a little bit. If no one stops me I might end up writing 200k words and 20 chapters lmao. This whole thing is already 10k+ in my docs There’s definitely going to be more parts to this.

Inspiration: “Over You” ~ Daughtry

“I’m slowly getting closure,
I guess it’s really over,
I’m finally getting better
Now I’m picking up these pieces,
From spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together,
‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through,
I got over you…”

Originally posted by adamisstillinhellthankstoyou

PREVIOUS CHAPTER // NEXT CHAPTER

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Lovely Stranger

“You’re a strange man, sir. But a lovely kind of strange.”

Montparnasse shook his head almost undetectably, his lips vaguely turned up at the ends. 

“Why do you doubt me?”

“I’m not what most would call lovely, I’m afraid.”

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I like the way you think, Doll

You felt calm as you walked into the club, Smile n Grin that night. You had worked there for the last 6 months, as a dancer- not a stripper a dancer. You had to wear pretty much just a corset and panties, sometimes a more covering outfit of a waist coat and suit jacket, as you danced sensually in the tube. You were glad you didn’t have to take any clothes off- you were showing enough as it is. Still, the pay was good.

“Evening Y/N. Busy by the looks of it” greeted the bartender, Jace. You smiled at him as he handed you a shot, your usual at the start of the night. “Looks like. Just you tonight?” You asked. Jace shook his head with a slightly irritated look. “Nah, I get the joys of Ella tonight.” You grimaced in sympathy. Ella was Jace’s ex, she thought they were on good terms but.. Jace just didn’t correct her.

Waving to him as you left for your dressing room, flashing a fake smile at Ella, you sighed. ‘I wonder if Mr Joker is in today..’ you thought, shrugging out of your casual clothes and pulled on today’s outfit. The outfit confirmed your thoughts, as it was fishnet stockings, purple panties, a lime green corset/waistcoat and a purple jacket, complete with little lime green bowler hat with a purple bow wrapped round the base as a hair clip.

You pulled the ensemble on, pausing to do your lips a bright purple, and your eyeshadow​a slightly darker shade, with green eyeliner. Checking your reflection, you brushed your hair and curled it, clipping the clip into place. You stood and pulled on a pair of green heels. A whistle made you turn to face the person standing in the door way.

“Something I can do for you, Eric?” You sneered. Eric was the “manager” of the club, meaning he was Mr Joker’s puppet. Eric smiled at you hugely “Ah baby don’t be that way, I just came to tell you that Mr Joker is here, and wants you in his private booth stat.” He said before leaving. You sighed again, this time with slight apprehension. Mr Joker had never called you to his booth, you’d never even met him, only observed from afar.

You left your dressing room and headed to Mr Joker’s booth. Frost stood outside the chains, and he moved slightly to let you in. You did so and looked at your boss, looking directly in his eyes as you knew he demanded. He wore a simple white button up shirt and slacks, his gun holster in place. A purple snakeskin coat was drapped on the seat behind him.

A mad grin lit up his face as you entered. “What can I do for you Mr Joker” you asked, somehow managing not to stutter. His presence was overwhelming, filling you with both fear and lust..Why did he have to be so damn gorgeous…

“Ahhh my pretty pretty pretty Y/N. I’ve heard so much of you- and seen it” he paused, his eyes sliding over your body before returning to your eyes to recapture eye contact “I have a meeting and I’m in need of some…Bait as it were. Are you okay with that?” His tone was slightly mocking- you knew he wasn't​asking- but you couldn’t help but feel some kind of sick pride that he wanted you for this.

“Of course, sir. What shall I do” you said. Joker beckoned with his finger before patting his knee “Come take a seat on Daddy’s lap. The bad man will be here soon” he said, stiflying a giggle. You did so, making sure to make it look realistic, drapping your legs on either side of his hips, one hand resting on his chest, the other his shoulder, and nestled your face in his neck, hoping this wasn’t too far.

Joker laughed, bringing his hands up, one to cup your ass, the other your waist “I like the way you think, Doll. Very convincing. I think you’d prefer a seat on my face though” You blushed at the vulgarity and said nothing. Joker growled slightly and slapped your ass “Wouldn’t you?” You swallowed and said “Yes Mr Joker”, your face flaming. Joker smirked down at you “Looks like I have some company when I go home.” You blushed again as the person he was meeting stepped in, looking ​nervous.

“Jocelo! I was wondering where you’d got to! I’d greet you properly, but my girl here is just so clingy” you giggled with Joker as he finished his statement. You turned your face slightly so you could watch the man as he flushed and gulped visibly “That’s okay Joker, I had a couple needy sluts in my time” he said, smiling as though he was doing okay. Mentally you were furious, but as you went to open your mouth to cuss him out, the Joker laughed.

“Want to try her out? Her name’s Y/N, she's​pretty fiesty.” You watched with internal disgust as the man nodded eagerly. You felt the Joker pat your ass to move you “Go on baby, go keep Jocelo company, Daddy will be fine” You put an exaggerated seductive smile on your lips as you played along “You want me to give you a show Daddy?” You turned to Joker to see his eye darken with lust “Yeah baby just like Daddy taught you.” He said.

The man named Jocelo looked like Christmas had come early, it made you sick with disgust. You steeled yourself before sitting as you had with Joker on the disgusting sweat bucket. You ran a finger down his chest seductively “You wanna play with me Mistah?” You said. He nodded eagerly before looking scared “B-but Joker you said she’s your girl! I don’t want to cause offense!” The Joker stood and used his eyes to beckon you to him.

For the first time showing your disgust o your face, you stood from Jocelo’s lap “Fine don’t play with me” you pretended to pout, wrapping yourself around Joker, who easily pulled you against him, his arm round your waist “See Jocelo, you try and cheat me outta my money, them you insult my baby girl” the Joker spat, pulling his gun out his holster and aiming it out Jocelo. “OH and you also go sweat stains on my favorite booth” he continued, shooting the man in the forehead. You sighed “You could a tortured him, just cos he didn’t want to play with me doesn’t mean I can’t play with him.”

The Joker smirked and wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you flush against him “I really like the way you think Doll.” He said before he kissed you furiously. He pulled away to whisper “Now you’re mine, Y/N” before kissing you again. You were perfectly happy with that.

Marry Me? (Laurens x Reader)

Words: 1310

Prompt: Actually, this was inspired by a poem I read.

Poem–>  I am somebody else’s story. The girl who served their drink, the person they pushed past on a crowded street, the one who broke their heart. I have happened in so many places, to so many people—the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments. 

Yet never have I been bolder or brighter than I am with you. Not once have I ever felt so alive. Whatever vessel we pour ourselves into, mine is now overflowing, brimming with life. It is transcending into something new. 

Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love—love is you.

~Lang Leav, Lullabies

A/N: Hope you enjoy! I plan on posting an imagine every other day (and series every other day as well).

Warnings: Drinking


You worked in the local pub, serving any soldier that appeared in the bar, either the loyalist or the rebels. It was exhausting work, but you had to earn something for your family. Your father abandoned your mother and your siblings, because he didn’t want to be with someone that wanted to separate from the empire. So, your mother kicked him out of the house, although they were legally still married. You wondered why they never divorced, but didn’t question your mother about it. The topic of your father was a sensitive subject to talk about.

As you were serving up a drink for a regular, a group of four rowdy men entered the bar. You rolled your eyes, instantly knowing that they will be a hassle. Your boss told you to walk over and ask what they will like, but you refused. He glared at you, and you sighed. He always wanted you to walk over to the young men, to persuade them into buying more drinks. Apparently, your beauty enticed them to buy more. Still, you hated to use your body as a tool. You walked over to the men, and they seemed already drink, even though you didn’t offer any to them yet.

They were all rebels, wearing the navy blue instead of the annoying, bright red the loyalist wore. You cleared your throat.

“Excuse me, sirs. What would you like to drink?” The tallest one, with brown, curly hair pulled back into a bun looked at you, smiling.

“My amis, this beautiful, young lady is trying to ask what you would like to drink.” The shortest, his brown straight hair pulled back, grinned. He touched the one with a gray hat on his head, to get his attention.

“Oh, yes. Lafayette, why didn’t you tell us before? I would like…” They all told you their drink preferences, and you nodded. The last, though, seemed distracted. He was focused on a letter in his hands, and the one named Hamilton (you knew it from their small batter), pushed the man, and he looked up, shocked.

“Huh?” He mumbled, glancing back at paper. His hair was brown as well, but his tight curls were pulled back into a ponytail.

“Laurens, she’s asking you what you would like.” He looked up, his eyes finally meeting yours. You stared, your heart thumping. His face was full of freckles, and his smiled was mesmerizing. You had the urge to count every spot on his face.

What are you thinking, Y/N? Quit staring at him! You looked away.

“I can give you more time, if you would like sir.” You said, playing with your fingers. The corners of his mouth rose, and you wondered if his lips felt as soft as they looked.

“No need, miss…?” He waited for your name.

“Y/N.” You said. He held out his hand, and you placed yours on his. He kissed your fingers softly, and you blushed at the contact. You heard someone call your name, and you quickly pulled away. “I will be right up with your drinks, sirs.”

You turned and walked away quickly, to help another customer. As the red coat flirted with you, your mind kept on thinking about Laurens. You never felt this way about any of your patrons, so it was a foreign feeling. You grabbed him and his friends’ drinks, and walked over. Hamilton and Lafayette seemed to be poking fun with each other. You placed the alcohol on the table, bowing quickly before walking away.

“Excuse me, Miss Y/N.” You turned towards Laurens, and he motioned you over. You hesitated, thinking about your boss. He will be angry that you were staying at this table for so long.

Well, he did make you come over here in the first place. Technically, this would be his fault.

You walked towards Laurens. He pulled out a chair for you, and you sat down slowly. Although he was alluring, it would be unwise to let your guard down. You never knew what these men would do, since they haven’t seen a woman in such a long time. But when his kind, brown eyes met yours, there seemed to be no ill intent.

“Miss Y/N, I was wondering why a lady like you worked in a place like this?” He said, downing some of the alcohol. You debated on telling him the truth or not. His friends behind him glanced at both of you, smirks on their face.

“Sir, I don’t know you that well to tell you such information.” You said, and winced at your response. It seemed a bit harsh, and you immediately regretted it. He seemed unfazed by it, smiling at you.

“That’s true. Maybe after coming here a few times, you’ll tell me?” He was flirting, already setting up dates for you two. You smiled, staring at your hands. “Please do not look down, Miss Y/N. The world becomes brighter when I see that smile.” You looked at him, pink spreading on your cheeks. You couldn’t deny it, he was smooth. Sitting there with him, you felt more alive than you ever did before, and wished that you could spend more time with him.

But your boss was giving you an angry look, and you knew you had to leave the table. You stood up, rubbing your hands on your dress.

“Maybe if you bought a few more drinks, I’ll see you again.” This time he beamed, nodding.

“As many as it takes to see you smile again.” You giggled, walking away.


His promise was true. At least twice a week he would come to the bar, always asking for you. You two learned of each other’s past, relating to the problems that you both had with your family. He didn’t ask for you to court him, but it seemed like it already began. When you ended your shift, he would walk you home, your hands brushing against each other. Once night, though, he seemed distant, and his laughs and smiles were forced. You knew him well enough to tell something was wrong with him.

“John, what’s wrong? You’ve been distant all night.” He looked over at you, a sad smile forming on his face.

“The Battle of Yorktown. I’m leaving in two days.” You froze, and stopped walking. Although you two weren’t officially together, it seemed like he was breaking up with you. He saw your face drop, and he looked down. “I don’t want to leave you, Y/N. You’re the best thing that has happened to me.”

You smiled, touching his hand. His fingers entwined with yours, and he looked down at you.

“John Laurens, you better write letters to me. I’ll be waiting every day.” He laughed, and it made your heart flutter. You knew you loved him, but a small part of you thought he didn’t feel the same as you. He kissed your forehead, and you closed your eyes at the tender touch.

“Promise me you won’t die. Promise me you’ll come back.” You whispered. He placed his hand under your chin, and you looked up at him. He looked nervously, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours.

“I will promise the world to you Y/N. I’m not ready to leave you yet.” You smiled. He pulled you into a hug, and you hugged him back. He was shaking, and you whispered comforting words to calm him down. After a few minutes, he let go, staring at you. You never saw his eyes look so determined, so fixed on you.

“Marry me.” He whispered. The happiness on your face was indescribable, and you grinned widely. You couldn’t think of the right word, your mind filled with so many thoughts. Finally, you came up with a response.

“Okay.” He chuckled, and placed both hands on your head, crashing his lips onto yours.

Let’s Just Pretend // L.H

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

credit to the owner of the gif

Requested: No.

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Hair Color - Paid to be Popular

Description: Sometimes parents can be annoying, pressuring pricks and Y/N had finally found a way to shut them up about her love life.

“I am literally so grateful, Luke, you have no idea.” You sighed as Luke pulled up to her parent’s house. You hurried out the car and to the door, with Luke following right behind you. You couldn’t even touch the doorbell before the front door was wide open with your parents in centrum. Your eyes widen at the way they were standing. Almost perfectly placed. Your dad’s hand were wrapped around your mum’s waist as they both had smiles plastered on their face. You were almost repelled as Luke got up to you and shook both your mum’s and you dad’s hand.

They invited you in as your dad looked Luke up and down. Your mum’s instantly started rambling about how nice it was to finally see Y/N finding love. Luke just nodded to it, not knowing what to say. Because it was all fake.

Everyone in your family had been begging you and annoying the shit out of you recently. Go find a boyfriend, Y/N. How can you not find a boyfriend? Just go for it! Get out of the house more, then!

Lately, those were the kind of things, you had been hearing. Then you saw no other option than to get your best friend Luke involved. He didn’t really have a choice either.

As you entered the living room, your eyes gazed towards your sister and her current boyfriend. Your sister changed boyfriends every other second, so it wasn’t a surprise to see a new face with her every time. Your brother, Charles, sat beside your sister’s new boyfriend with his own lover. Your brother came out the closet a couple years ago after he found himself a husband. So the only single one in your household was you. But your family didn’t know that right now.

“Luke! So nice to see you again!” Your sister screamed and jumped off the couch to hug Luke hello. He looked rather surprised by her reaction, especially since he hadn’t seen her since she graduated high school.

“Yeah, you too, Gemma,” Luke mumbled and awkwardly hugged her back with furrowed eyebrows. Her boyfriend shook Luke’s hand, just like your brother and his husband did. Your mum was already gone, probably cooking a crazy meal in the kitchen. Your mum always took these gatherings way too seriously.

“Luke was Y/N’s childhood friend,” your brother explained to his husband as you hugged his husband, Lucas. You murmured a quiet yes as you nodded while Lucas tilted his head and made big puppy eyes.

“That is adorable! It’s like a fairytale.” He exclaimed as Luke laughed nervously. Gemma was standing on Luke’s side, looking up at him with a hysterical expression.

“You got taller, didn’t you?” She asked with furrowed eyebrows as Luke giggled while nodding.

Your mum entered the room proudly with what looked like some sort of vegan meat. It tasted like vegan meat, too. It probably wasn’t vegan since your dad couldn’t live without it, but the meat tasted so fake that you were actually wondering if your mum had cooked it right. The whole gathering sat around a huge dinner table and as soon as the food was getting shovelled in, Gemma started asking questions.

“So, how did you end up together?” She asked, not really eating her food. Luke looked down at his food as you pursed your lips, thinking. You hadn’t really come up with a background story which probably wasn’t good. Note; always have a background story when you’re lying to your family.

“Um, it just happened.” You laughed and avoided Gemma’s look.

“Luke, you’re in a band, right?” Your dad asked, poking to his own food with a hand on his chin. His brows were furrowed and his lips were thin as he spoke with a deeper voice than usual.

“Yes, sir.”                                                              

“Don’t call me sir.”

“Yes, Mr Y/L/N.” Your dad nodded as Luke’s face grew red. This was already a bad idea.

“What kind of music do you play?” Luke gazed at you with wide eyes, as your stomach grew tighter. Yup, this was a terrible idea. You sat there, holding your breath as you watched Luke trying to answer without stumbling on his words.

“Uhm, like pop-punk-rock, I guess.” He answered, his face getting redder at every second. Your dad’s reaction was seen in his blue eyes as you observed what was going on. You softly found Luke’s hand under the table to squeeze it and quickly let go of it, returning to your plate of salads.

“Cool. Is it successful?” Your dad asked, now with a tight grimace on his face. Luke smirked at the thought of his current band, normally touring the world and playing for thousands of fans every day.

“I would say so, sir.”

“Don’t. Call. Me. Sir.” Your dad said, this time, more playfully as he smiled afterwards and started eating. Gemma kept on begging for the story behind the fake relationship, so finally, you gave in.

“He just invited me out. We were hanging out and he just asked for a date.” Wow. That was all you could make up in a matter of second. No sick, twisted, romantic story, just an invitation.

“Oh.” Gemma’s face turned a bit bored as she realised how boring that was. “How did you ask? Were you nervous? Why did you ask her at that time?”

Gemma was normally journalist, as of course, Luke looked scared at the questions rolling in. You sighed as your mum shook her head and stood up with the empty plate of sweet potatoes.

“Gemma, stop confusing the boy!” She yelled at her daughter and gave Luke’s shoulder a slight squeeze walking out. “We’re happy to have you here, Luke.”

Now, the plan was that you would both disappear off the gathering at nine o’clock and go hang out with the other boys. But of course, your mum saw you leaving and quickly rushed to Luke’s side with hurried words filling the hall.

“Oh dear, you’re already leaving! I thought you’d be spending the night, like Gemma and…” your mum had already forgotten the name of Gemma’s new man, but it wasn’t a problem. He wouldn’t be around for a long time. “And her boyfriend.” She finished without being ashamed. It was hard to keep track of all of her boyfriends.

“No, mum. We have other things to do.” You said with a frown and a bored tone.

“Besides, you probably don’t have enough room, Mrs Y/L/N.” Luke chimed in and you closed your eyes with a quiet sigh escaping your mouth. Dumb thing to say.

“Oh yes, we have!! You and Y/N will sleep in Y/N’s old bedroom.” Your mum chuckled already walking up the stairs with Luke following her nervously.

“There’s only one bed.” You said without thinking. Your mum stopped moving and twisted her upper body completely to see you clearer.

“So?” She said with a tilted head as you sighed even deeper and followed her up the stairs. Therefore, you and Luke stood in a small bedroom filled with posters from your childhood and a queen-sized bed in front of you.

“It’s not late yet.” Luke shrugged and lied on the bed. You smirked and jumped beside him before saying something.

“Thank you again, Luke. We can just sneak out if we want.” You mumbled with a clear voice.

“Nah, it’s fine. We’ll just… talk the night away.” He said and sat straight. His smile was not completely, but the corners of his mouth were still pointing upwards in the hottest way imaginable. The stubbles on his chin showed that he had clearly been busy, as his silver necklace and red shirt was hanging loosely around his body. His beautiful, blue eyes drilled into yours as he talked away the next couple of hours. His lips were moving in such a peaceful tempo, making your heart skip a beat every so often.

You yawned for the tenth time as Luke tilted his head slightly.

“You’re tired,” he murmured with a smirk.

“No, I’m not.” You whispered with another yawn escaping. Luke chuckled and rolled out of bed instantly.

“You’ll take the bed, I’ll take the floor and your pillows.” He pulled three pillows down from the bed and onto the floor with him. You watched him with wide eyes, not really understanding what he was doing.

“Luke, there’s room for two.” You mumbled nervously. What if he just didn’t want to sleep with you? He looked up at stared at you while scratching his stubbles. You clicked your tongue as he thought about it.

“And you won’t be uncomfortable?” You were already pretty comfortable since you wearing your old pyjamas. It was too tight and the shorts were a little too short, but somehow the old pyjamas smelled as your childhood and home, which made you calm down the second you put it on.

“No.” you chuckled as Luke crawled into bed with you. He was simply wearing the same thing. You turned off the bed lamp beside you and sighed while trying to find a comfortable position.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Luke asked after five minutes of you rolling around in the bed, accidently slapping Luke one time. It was just a routine for you to take that long to find a nice position.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just can’t find a position.” You couldn’t see Luke, but you could almost hear him licking his lips and looking you up and down, thinking about something. You felt a tight grasp around your waist as your heart started to beat faster and faster.

“Is that better?” Luke whispered in your ear with a deep voice. You snuggled closer to him as you instantly used his arm as the pillow. His hand around your waist were drawing circles on your bare skin.

“Uhm, yes, that’s-that’s better.”

And it really was. The feeling of Luke’s warm hands and his pumping chest against your back. His sweet breath hit you like a bullet as your heart almost stopped beating every time he moved closer. You tried to close your eyes, but you couldn’t because of the sound of your fast heart. Wonder if he could hear if?

“I have a confession,” Luke whispered suddenly. “I might have a minor crush on you.”

You couldn’t help but flinch as you sat up from his grab and looked at him with wide eyes and you turned on the light beside your bed. Luke squinted his eyes, his lips thin and white as his heart was beating just as fast as yours.

“WHAT?” You yelled, not thinking about the others in the household. Luke exhaled and tried to lie back.

“Nevermind. I’m tired. Let’s go to bed.” He mumbled and closed his eyes before opening them and sitting up instantly again. “Unless you want me on the floor now?”

“NO!” You just couldn’t stop shouting. “Why?”

“Because of my confession!” he screamed. You felt the pressure of moving towards him, moving against him. You needed to get something out of your system. That was why you leant towards him and pressed your lips against his. You closed your eyes as you felt a tensed Luke at first, but then he calmed down and let his lips flow with yours. His hands were on your waist as he lied down further and further while you were moving on top of him.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Luke mumbled in the kiss, his hands moving down your body. Your stomach was still twisting around as you smiled still with his lips attached to yours.

A/N: ok, needed to get some Luke-feels out. Haven’t proof-read it for real, but hope you enjoyed it!

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Prompt: Reader is a licensed Chiropractor/Masseuse  (Female who gives massages, or Masseur if you’re a male) and helps Bones relieve some work-given tension while having a nice talk.

Warnings: Implied nudity but not in a sexual way

Word Count: 3,432

A/n: This one was fun to write :) And can I just say how one of God’s greatest creations is men’s back muscle? Sweet Jesus

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[[ I got a request for either Happy, Juice, or Opie smut 😈 so I’ll happily oblige hehe ]] 

“I thought I told you not to talk to the prospect anymore,” Happy growled, stomping up behind you, his hands balled into fists. The prospect’s eyes grew wide. You knew he had a little crush on you. Happy knew it too. And that made it all the more fun. 

A devilish grin spread across your face. Happy was right. He had told you to stay away from the prospect. More than once, actually. But you liked to push his buttons. Your old man was kind of hot when he was angry. 

Happy turned to the prospect and scowled, lifting his shirt to reveal the smiley face tattoos on his stomach. “You wanna be another smiley face tat, prospect?”

“N-no, sir.” He scurried away.

Happy looked back to you and stared hard. You felt you heart skip a beat. You knew what was coming next. “What the hell do you think you’re doing talking to him?”

“I forgot,” you said, biting your lip and shrugging innocently. Happy knew you were anything but innocent, and he knew exactly what you were doing. But that still didn’t stop his anger from getting the best of him. You were his, and he wanted to make damn sure no one ever questioned that.

“Guess I need to make sure you remember.” He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. He stomped his way to the back of the clubhouse. You grabbed at his shoulders as he carried you down the hall and kicked open the door to one of the dorm rooms. He carried you in the room and threw you down on the bed, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. “You’re mine,” he growled, pouncing on top of you and tearing into your clothes like a hungry animal. “Don’t you forget that.” 

He ripped your tank top away from your body and had your jeans unbuttoned and around your ankles in a matter of seconds. He pressed his lips to your neck and slipped two fingers into the edge of your panties, shoving them down your thighs. “You’re mine,” he reminded you, his breath hot on your ear. He nipped at your neck, and you let out a small whimper. He pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it across the room. He stood between your legs and looked down at you as you laid on the bed in front of him. You watched as he began to unbuckle his belt and bit your lip in anticipation. You smirked and began to sit up. Happy pushed you back down harshly. “You’re not going anywhere.” You tried again, and this only made Happy more angry. He snatched you up, lifting you up to his waist. You wrapped your legs around him, and he crossed the room and pushed you roughly against the wall. “I told you not to move,” he snarled, a smirk spreading across his face you had never seen before. He pushed his hips roughly against yours. You didn’t know how much longer you could wait. You needed him. You licked your lips and pushed your hips towards his, your back pressed tight against the wall. He pushed his jeans and boxers down and took hold of your hips. “You’re mine, girl,” he repeated, grabbing himself and pushing hard into you. 

Your eyes rolled back as he filled you. Your mouth dropped open, and you gasped loudly. “Hap,” you moaned, clawing at his back. 

He thrust himself harder into you, his fingers leaving little bruises all along your hips. “Say you’re mine.” 

“I’m yours,” you mumbled, your fingernails digging into his shoulders. You couldn’t keep your eyes open. The pleasure was too intense.

Louder.” He picked up his pace, thrusting angrily. He pushed you harder against the wall. “Say you’re mine,” he growled, biting at your neck. 

“I’m yours!” you shouted, “I’m yours, baby.” You knew anyone in the clubhouse could hear the two of you, but you didn’t care. He thrust deeper. You let out another small gasp. “I’m yours.” He thrust again. “Fuck, Hap. I’m yours.”

“Yeah you are,” Happy groaned, his voice now sounding more breathy than angry. He could feel himself getting closer and closer with each thrust. “Fuck.”

You let out a loud gasp and finally let go, giving in to the intense wave of pleasure that seemed to radiate through your entire body. Happy knew he couldn’t hold himself back as he felt you tighten around him. You said his name repeatedly, your voice breathless, begging for him, and he followed mere seconds later.

“Goddamn.” He leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder and breathing heavy. You leaned back against the wall and lifted a hand to rest on top of his head, your other still on his shoulder.

“Really, Hap?” Juice asked from the hallway. “Couldn’t even close the goddamn door?” 

Happy lifted his head and smashed his lips against yours. He let out a deep, throaty laugh. “Had to remind her who she belonged to.” 

I'm a 911 operator. Just had the most terrifying call...

WARNING: This is a scary story. Skip without reading if you don`t want to get scared! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

“911, what is your emergency?”
“Yeah, hi, um…This is going to sound kind of strange but there’s a man stumbling around in circles in my front yard.”
“…could you repeat that, sir?”
“He looks…sick, or lost, or drunk, or something. I just woke up to get a glass of water and heard snow crunching around underneath my front window so I peeked out…I’m looking at him now, he’s about ten yards away from my window. Something’s not right.”
“What is your address, sir?”
“1617 Quarry Lane, in Pinella Pass.”
“I’m going to send a squad car your way, but that’s quite a ways out. Are you alone in your house sir?”
“Yes, I’m alone.”
“Can you confirm that all of your doors and windows are locked? Stay on the phone with me.”
“I know that my front is definitely locked, but I’ll go check my back door again really quick.

I appreciate your help, by the way, I know this is kind of strange but I really hope that –“

“…Sir? Are you still there?”
“He’s…he’s still in the yard yard. But he’s…what the fuck…he’s upside down…”
“Sir? Stay on with me, what is happening?”
“He’s staring right at me…but he’s…he’s standing on his hands now. He’s perfectly still, staring straight at me. He’s doing a handstand and he’s smiling at me and not moving.”
“He’s…he’s doing a handstand, sir?”
“I…I don’t know how he…yeah, he’s facing me and standing on his hands and he’s got this huge smile and he’s perfectly still…what the FUCK…please get someone out here NOW.”
“Sir I need you to remain calm. I’ve put out the call and an officer is on his way.”
“His teeth are so huge…what the fuck, please help me…”
“Sir I want you to try and keep an eye on him but make sure your back door is locked again. We need to make sure all possible access points are secured. Can you talk me through and confirm that your back door is locked?”
“Okay…I’m walking backwards now and keeping him in my sight…
My hand is on the back doorknob now…it’s locked. I need to check the deadbolt so I’m going to take my eyes off of him for a split second.”
“Alright sir. Help is on the way. Just stay on the phone with me, everything’s going to be alright.
Sir?

…Sir? Are you still there?”
“He’s…his face. It’s up against the glass.”
“Sir, I need you to speak up. What is happening?”
“I looked away for a split second and now…his face. It’s pressed up against my front window. His teeth are huge and he’s still smiling…There’s no color in his eyes…Jesus please help me, why won’t it just fucking move…”
“Sir, I need you to go to the nearest room and lock yourself inside of it. Do you have a basement or a bedroom that you can lock yourself in?”
“He won’t stop staring…he’s going to hurt me…”
“Sir I need you to listen to me. Lock yourself somewhere safe until the officer arrives at your house. Can you hear me?”
“I…yes…yes, I’m going to lock myself in my room.”
“And you’re positive that you’re alone in your house, correct?”
“Yes, I’m alone in the house…
…wait a moment…
he’s moving. He’s shaking his head. He’s telling me no. He can hear us.
He’s telling me I’m not alone.”



“Sir? Sir are you still there? I heard a loud noise, is everything alright?


“Sir?”

anonymous asked:

Then you denied his release smirking under his table.Once the meeting is over he pushes everything off his table and pills you and lay you over his table his face near to your panties already pulled off your skirt. "My turn honey since you're so kind to warm my cock surly I should return the favour " he voice husky as lick at your panties.

Oh don’t feel like you need to repay, sir. I’m only doing what’s best for my commander, but if you must, I won’t protest

What is your emergency?

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Yeah, hi, um…This is going to sound kind of strange but there’s a man stumbling around in circles in my front yard.”

“…could you repeat that, sir?”

“He looks…sick, or lost, or drunk, or something. I just woke up to get a glass of water and heard snow crunching around underneath my front window so I peeked out…I’m looking at him now, he’s about ten yards away from my window. Something’s not right.”

“What is your address, sir?”

“1617 Quarry Lane, in Pinella Pass.”

“I’m going to send a squad car your way, but that’s quite a ways out. Are you alone in your house sir?”

“Yes, I’m alone.”

“Can you confirm that all of your doors and windows are locked? Stay on the phone with me.”

“I know that my front is definitely locked, but I’ll go check my back door again really quick.

I appreciate your help, by the way, I know this is kind of strange but I really hope that –“

“…Sir? Are you still there?”

“He’s…he’s still in the yard yard. But he’s…what the fuck…he’s upside down…”

“Sir? Stay on with me, what is happening?”

“He’s staring right at me…but he’s…he’s standing on his hands now. He’s perfectly still, staring straight at me. He’s doing a handstand and he’s smiling at me and not moving.”

“He’s…he’s doing a handstand, sir?”

“I…I don’t know how he…yeah, he’s facing me and standing on his hands and he’s got this huge smile and he’s perfectly still…what the FUCK…please get someone out here NOW.”

“Sir I need you to remain calm. I’ve put out the call and an officer is on his way.”

“His teeth are so huge…what the fuck, please help me…”

“Sir I want you to try and keep an eye on him but make sure your back door is locked again. We need to make sure all possible access points are secured. Can you talk me through and confirm that your back door is locked?”

“Okay…I’m walking backwards now and keeping him in my sight…

My hand is on the back doorknob now…it’s locked. I need to check the deadbolt so I’m going to take my eyes off of him for a split second.”

“Alright sir. Help is on the way. Just stay on the phone with me, everything’s going to be alright.

Sir?

…Sir? Are you still there?”

“He’s…his face. It’s up against the glass.”

“Sir, I need you to speak up. What is happening?”

“I looked away for a split second and now…his face. It’s pressed up against my front window. His teeth are huge and he’s still smiling…There’s no color in his eyes…Jesus please help me, why won’t it just fucking move…”

“Sir, I need you to go to the nearest room and lock yourself inside of it. Do you have a basement or a bedroom that you can lock yourself in?”

“He won’t stop staring…he’s going to hurt me…”

“Sir I need you to listen to me. Lock yourself somewhere safe until the officer arrives at your house. Can you hear me?”

“I…yes…yes, I’m going to lock myself in my room.”

“And you’re positive that you’re alone in your house, correct?”

“Yes, I’m alone in the house…

…wait a moment…

he’s moving. He’s shaking his head. He’s telling me no. He can hear us.

He’s telling me I’m not alone.”

“Sir? Sir are you still there? I heard a loud noise, is everything alright?

“Sir?”

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“The Joker’s new toy” - [The Joker - Christmas one shot].

Summary: The Joker hates Christmas but a present from his assistant might change that, at least for a minute or two.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Notes: Merry Christmas! 

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“Turn off the goddamn Christmas lights, for the 100th time, Harley, or I will shove them down your throat and plug them in!” The Joker snarled into his cell phone before hanging up.

He was in his office, and I could hear him from the Club’s small and private living room. His two bodyguards and I just waited outside for orders.

Working for The Joker wasn’t easy at all, but if you were good at your job, you’d learn a thing or two. So at this point and being his girlfriend, if you can call that a relationship, Harley should know better. He hates Christmas and he’s made it clear a thousand times. Maybe even more than the bat himself. Which is why all of us are working on the 24th of December, and believe it or not, it’s a full house at the club.

Seems like half of Gotham agrees with the Joker’s distaste.

Harley did take the day off, probably to rob a restaurant and serve Christmas dinner at home.  Not to mention that it was only the 30th of November and hers and The Joker’s house already shone brightly with Christmas lights, and an upside-down snowman on their front porch; The Joker shot at it in no time but she just doesn’t give up.

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