“You have to look forward to your dream and you can’t let anybody get in the way of it,” she said. “No matter how tough it may be, no matter how many tears you might cry, you have to keep pushing. And you have to understand that nothing comes easy. Keeping your eyes on the prize, you can succeed.”
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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
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.
Pairing: Guzma/Reader Plot: After interfering in official Team Skull business one too many times, the grunts take you back to their boss to see what he wants to do with you. He quickly figures it out, and sends the grunts on their way. Warnings: Smut, rough sex, possible dubcon Notes: More smut since ya’ll are so thirsty for this man lmao. Also Idk if it’s related or not but after I posted my first smut fic with Guzma I saw a ton of others posted on AO3 so God bless ya’ll, keep the porn coming
“Let go of me!” You snarl at the men holding your arms, trying to keep you from thrashing. A pink haired women in front of you only laughs, holding up your bag like a prize. “Whatever, bitch! You keep fuckin’ with us, now we gonna fuck with you,” she says, laughing and turning to walk down the dirt path, the two blue haired men dragging you after her.