Sitting in her dark room with tears streaming down her face and a broken heart, she had been completely oblivious to the tall shadow that lurked within the corners of her room. The same tall dark shadow that would change her life forever. (There is going to be plenty of SMUT in this book so beware!) I saw some pennywise the dancing clown love fan fics going around and decided to challenge myself and write one. If you are not comfortable with this idea then simply don't read it. This is for my pennywise lovers out there:)

❦ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙉. 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩 𝙀𝙡𝙨𝙞𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧, the NFL's most sought-after PR fixer, is assigned to clean up the league's most chaotic rising star: 𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙖𝙙𝙚. Raised in luxury and adored by millions, Cameron is a walking reel of scandals, impulsive decisions, and a smile dangerous enough to trend on its own. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, media training, and a carefully curated "friendship" to salvage his reputation. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣'𝙨 charm meets Monet's discipline, the line between duty and desire starts to blur-slowly, messily, and almost dangerously.

This is posted for my own enjoyment. Trevonte Rhodes

Destiny never thought she'd end up tangled in Cam Cade's world. He was her best friend-the one who knew her laugh, her late-night secrets, her fears she never said out loud. But somewhere between sneaking into after-parties and helping him patch up his busted knuckles, the lines blurred. "Come on, Des," Cam grinned, leaning against the wall with that reckless confidence only he could pull off. His shirt clung to his chest, damp from the night's chaos. "Don't tell me you're scared." I rolled my eyes, but my heart wasn't listening. It hammered against my ribs, traitorous, every time his gaze locked with mine. Scared? Of him? Please. Okay... maybe a little. Because I wasn't scared of what he'd do. I was scared of what I wanted him to do. And he knew it. The thing about Cam Cade was, he never played fair. He leaned in close, his breath ghosting over my ear, sending shivers straight down my spine. "You trust me, right?" I hated the way my knees weakened at just two words. I hated the way my skin burned for more. We weren't supposed to be more. We weren't supposed to be anything but friends. But tell that to the way his lips lingered just a heartbeat too close to mine. Tell that to the way his hands brushed against me like a spark looking for gasoline. Tell that to my heart-because it already belonged to him.

"You fucking own me," - Marianne I hate him. I hate that I have to marry him. That there is no way out of this situation. And he makes me feel things I don't want to feel. It's hard to resist him. But no matter what, I can't fall for him because falling for a made man is the stupidest thing a woman like me could do. Dante Every man wanted her, and I wanted to know why. So, I made her mine. Finally, I understand why they beg for her to look their way.

Agent Malcom Steele is a legend in the federal game, a man whose name strikes both fear and respect. Operating under the U.S Marshals Elite task force, his career is built on ruthless efficiency, bending the rules, and cutting deals that make him untouchable. Malcom's always get results, but his methods- intimidation, manipulation, and turning criminals against each other- have earned him enemies in every corner, from the streets to the suits in Washington D.C When Macon is tasked with bringing down Atlanta's most elusive cartel, he crosses paths with Lyndeja carter, a 29 year old defense attorney who grew up in the very neighborhoods Malcom works to clean up. Brilliant, resilient, and unapologetically idealistic. Lyndeja dedicates her career to fighting for the underrepresented, often representing low in- come clients and families caught in the crossfire of systemic injustice.

This is for all the simps that has fallen for Berlin (just like myself). Just some cute, freaky and lovely, short or long (mainly long) imagines. Enjoy!

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A book filled with imagines of Dylan O'Brien and Stiles Stilinski💕 Requests are open🌼 I write: Smut Angst Fluff There will be warnings at the beginning of each story.

The title says it all babes ;) I also will have imagines and preferences Have fun with Lathan