#leverage x white collar

[leverage-ot3]

thief conference but it’s just the leverage ot3, red notice ot3, and neal caffrey and el burke (peter isn’t there for plausible deniability)

[erodingsinner]

okay so since white collar is getting a reboot and leverage redemption is still in production there is an actual chance for a crossover to happen somewhere in the future. hear me out for a second.

1: leverage was at some point supposed to have a crossover with psych which makes me think they wouldn't be opposed to crossovers & white collar did that one promo with gus from psych. which doesn't mean anything. but

2: both shows have thieves/con-men in the main cast.

3: Damien Moreau, Kate Moreau... Need I say more ?

4: A lot of people hc neal as bi during the original run of the show. The showrunners enjoyed how people shipped Neal/Peter which again doesn't mean anything. but considering Matt Bomer is gay and has been involved in a lot of queer movies/shows if he's producing in any capacity there is a possibility that Neal will be confirmed as bi. A lot of people also think Eliot is bi ( and in love with Parker & Hardison but whether that's canon is debatable, I'd say no )

So what I'm saying here, white collar/leverage crossover where Neal & Eliot have a fling it will happen this is not an if it's a when. thank you good night.

[trinity-trouble]

i have polls :D

[inthecornerstone]

blooper reels deserve their own fandoms tbh

[lapseinrecs]

I Lie, I Cheat, I Steal (and I Just Don't Get Any Respect)

By fiercelydreamed

On Archive of Our Own (account required)

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 6,767 words; podfic available

Summary: "All right," Nate says, and smacks his hands together. "Let's go steal a con artist."

My thoughts: The line "There's kidnapping and then there's kidnapping" is so funny. Also bonus points for El getting to be a BAMF.

[p0tat0-g0ddess]

(Looking at White Collar)

[leverage-ot3]

The “I lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship” master list

[tam--lin]

I desperately want to see a White Collar x Leverage crossover where the NY office of the FBI has to work with the Boston office, who turn out to be a bunch of incompetents - except for that blonde agent who Neal sort of recognizes from somewhere and who never seems to be in the office.

[inkykeiji]

character: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, overstimulation, blood, toxic relationship words: 747

as much as sukuna would love to deny it, he has a habit. 

it’s unintentional, it’s instinctual, and it’s almost always entirely your fault. 

it appears when he teases you—a simple quirk up of the left side of his mouth, something that grows from a toothless smirk to a gleaming grin at your inevitable whine of his name, all scrunched up and filtered through your petulant little pout. oh, how precious. 

it’s accompanied by a sharp glint of amusement in his eye; something that flickers, that flares, the more upset you get, the more you grumble and scowl and sulk. because it’s so cute, baby, he’s murmuring through the steadily spreading lopsided smile slapped across his face, cooed out words oozing condescension, just how easily he can work you into a frenzy.

it appears when you’re riding him—a soft tugging at the left corner of his lips as he watches you bounce and rock and gyrate on his cock, using it as if it’s your favourite toy, just like he told you to. his usually keen stare is lidded, having turned melty and thick while observing you above him, because god, you’re so gorgeous; rolling whites of your eyes framed by fluttering lashes, dainty hands splayed wide on his chest and nails digging into plush muscle for leverage, fragments of his name and his title leaving your tongue in the sweetest little huffs, each one shoved from your chest with every graze of his cockhead over that engorged patch of flesh, puffy and swollen and buried deep inside of you.

it appears when he’s eating you out—vicious and vigorous and downright voracious—after you’ve lost count of how many times he’s forced you to cream on his tongue, immense pleasure having mollified your brain to a sticky goo, steady streams of glittering salt cascading down your cheeks, face twisted up somewhere between pleasure and pain.

you can feel his lips spreading against your licked-raw cunt, crooked simper reflected in his rust irises, curved mouth slippery as it glides over your slit, screwing up a little further on the left side just like it always does, the bottom half of his face soaked with his spit and your slick.

that skewed smile stretches unnaturally wider as you squirm beneath his grasp, nails scrabbling at whatever they can find—the cotton sheets and his scalp and those hulking shoulders—spine contorting off the bed and chest heaving with the cries that keep ripping up your throat, ragged and hoarse.

the strong arms wrapped around your thighs tighten, forearms weighing on the joints, effectively trapping you in his grip, tangled up in his limbs. two pairs of hands stay curled around your hips, pinning them to the mattress, twenty fingers flexing, leaving fresh steaks of blood across your pelvis, sticky and steadily oozing from the piercing claws gorging on your flesh.

it appears when he hurts you, hands too rough, grip too tight, tone too harsh—a worming sort of leer slanted to the left, something smug and arrogant smeared across his face when he soils your skin with him, a collar of twenty fingers etched into your neck in grotesque shades of plum, or twin sets of handprints stamped into your ass, swollen and stinging. it’s something that takes shape when your fragile veins snap beneath his touch, flooding your flesh with irregular blotches of purples and blues and speckled crimson; something that surfaces when yelps fracture in your throat and sobs hitch in your chest, so heavy your ribs shudder with them.

it appears when you do something so unbearably adorable, something so endearingly stupid, that he just can’t help but snort or snicker, the left side of his mouth twitching with mirth, something he desperately tries to smother, something he devastatingly discovers he can’t. 

because maybe he doesn’t even want to anymore, tired of fighting, tired of feigning. maybe it makes him feel something irritatingly unfamiliar, something much too human, something that binds itself to the void buried beneath his ribcage.

maybe it fills that void with something irrevocable, irreversible, unpreventable. maybe it fills that void with something bright and airy and warm, when you tell him you like his crooked smile, when you tell him it has got to be one of your favourite things about him, your favourite feature of his, happy to see it even as he drags you through hell with it carved into his face.

[leverage-ot3]

wait leverage white collar au where sam never died and nate and maggie are still married and sophie is the conwoman that seduces them both (through crime)

[consumedbyfeels-reblogs]

This would be the most chaotic team up ever.

michael westen,, neal caffrey,, and the leverage ot3 all being in the same place at the same time and then noticing each other and being surprised,, that's it that's the tweet

[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Thigh riding. Edging. Taunting. A collar. Degradation. Orgasm denial. Dacryphilia. Porn without plot, pretty much.

a/n: Everyone, thank you so much for all the love and support you all have given me lately. Without further ado, here we go. The collar returns as promised.

You were straddling one of Scaramouche's thighs, soaking the fabric of his shorts with every glide of your cunt along his thigh. Every moan, and whimper that tore from your throat made Scaramouche smirk wider.

He flicked the collar around your neck, enjoying the way the tag with your name on it jingled. Hooking a finger through it, pulling your face close to his, ready to lick the tears that were undoubtedly going to spill from your eyes when he denied you your release.

"No, please, Scara. Not again," You whimpered, choking back a desperate cry when his hands found your hips, squeezing them before he halted your movements.

"What's wrong, slut? Can't get yourself off without my help?" He taunted, feeling his cock growing harder whenever you squirmed on his thigh. His tongue swept out to catch the tears that started to fall from your eyes.

Determine to tease you further, he held you down on his thigh, rubbing it mercilessly against your clit, swallowing back a groan of need whenever he felt your arousal further soaking his shorts. As much as he enjoyed breaking you down, and making you beg for him, your pathetic crying only wound him up faster than he anticipated.

"Take my cock out, whore," He ordered, glaring at you for forcing him to show such vulnerability. "Be grateful for the privilege." He tugged on the collar roughly to remind you of your place.

You licked at Scaramouche's mouth submissively, nuzzling your cheek against his in adoration before reaching down with shaky fingers to unbutton his shorts.

Eager to please him, you took his cock out, pumping your hand up and down, precum rapidly coating your fingers. Your walls clenched in anticipation of feeling it sink into and spread apart your gummy walls.

When he no longer could stand the way his cock throbbed with need from your stroking, Scaramouche lifted you off of his thigh, groaning huskily in pleasure as he lowered you onto his cock.

He took his time bottoming out inside of you, wanting to relish in the feeling of your walls clamping immediate around his cock. You always felt the tightest whenever your whole body was trembling with need for him.

It was a feeling that he was addicted to.

He smacked your ass roughly, hooking his fingers through your collar again. "Start bouncing, pet. You are eager to please me, aren't you?"

You nodded, your back arching in pleasure, the knot of your denied orgasm building to burst whenever his cock rested against your sweet spot. A scream tore from your throat, making Scaramouche laugh when he abruptly slammed himself inside of you.

"Master! Please use me as a tool to get off! I'll do anything, just let me cum," You begged, bouncing with desperate abandon on his cock, driven with the need to feel him buried as deep inside of you as he could go.

"What a whore, begging so shamelessly for me," Scaramouche moaned huskily, using your collar as leverage to thrust up inside of you. His fingers pinched and pulled on your clit, making pleasure burn white hot behind your eyes, your whole body convulsing from the intensity of his thrusts.

One more broken whimper of pleasure pleased his ears when his cock nudged against your sweet spot just right, making you see stars as your release flooded onto his cock.

As his cum gobbed inside of you, Scaramouche yanked your head down, hovering his lips over yours before he kissed you. "You belong to no one else, do you understand me."

[dreaming-tonite]

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warning: office sex, penetrative sex

Word count: 980

Just an idea: Jason saw you in proper office wear once and was absolutely obsessed from then onwards.

Maybe you were one of the new hires on the Wayne Enterprise secretary team and you just so happened to catch his eye when he swung by unannounced on your first week.

Jason Todd seldom show face around the premise, but he sure would do it more often if someone had told him there was a secretary as pretty as you, in front of the reception table no less. He was planning to pop in and pop out but changed his mind immediately when you piqued his interest.

There was not a crease on your crisp white shirt and the top button was left undone, just enough for him to see the small necklace laying soundly against your collarbone when you tilted forward to look at the documents. Your pencil skirt stopped right above your knee, the subtle hues of your skin barely noticeable under the sheer black stockings.

And it was just who he was, but Jason could not stop himself from wanting to mess you up when he saw you so neat and proper.

“You’re new.”

“Yes, I started on Monday,” you barely looked away from your work at hand when he leaned forward with his bulging forearms against the desk, “Mr Todd.” You added as a second thought.

His lips tugged into a lopsided grin, “Oh? You know who I am?”

“We all do,” you replied politely, so polite it sounded impersonal, “they made us remember everyone associated with the Wayne family as part of orientation.”

“Right, of course they do,” he mused, wondering if he could get your trained exterior to crack at all, “but Mr Todd is my father, Jason is fine.”

He reached his hand to you and you stared at it for a second, before giving it a light shake, the touch of your fingers ghosting against his opened palm as if it was never there at all.

“I’ll make a note of that, Mr Todd.”

Your quick wit had only made him all the more determined to win you over, which had proven to be a long and gruesome process the more you made it clear that you couldn’t be easily impressed.

Still, his boyish charisma and many excuses to swing by just to see you eventually softened you up.

(“I’m pretty sure that bringing people coffee is my job,” you lifted your brows, turning the cup in your hand and impressed that he had gotten your exact order down, “but thanks Jason.”)

(It nearly made him combust hearing his name leave your tongue the first time.)

But even after he had managed to charm his way into your heart (and made it clear that he was here to stay), his urge to absolutely make a wreck out of you only intensified.

You should have known that this will happen would he popped into your work one day and just pulled you into an empty storage room after eyeing you up and down.

“Jason!” You hissed, the table he pushed you onto shaking beneath your hips as he rammed into you, “I’m at work!”

“But darling, you’re off the clock,” he purred, licking circles at the side of your neck where the collar of your shirt had already been yanked down, “you’re not working if it’s past office hours.”

“You know that’s— hm!” You bit the inside of your cheeks when you felt a moan slipping through when he smacked the side of your ass, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck for leverage, “not what I mean.”

You let out a frustrated groan when you felt his nails digging into your thighs and the sharp tear followed. God, how many times did you have to tell him that you didn’t want to buy new stockings every week?

“I’ve only worn these twice,” you whimpered, but it only seemed to egg him on as he picked up his pace.

He grinned and you would have believed that he was sorry if his fingers were not dragging down your legs, ripping the flimsy fabric even more.

He licked his lips at your smudged lipstick, skirt bundled up around your waist and stockings pulled down just enough for him to get access to your dripping cunt, your eyes struggled to stay open each time his cock bottomed out inside of you.

“Actually, why don’t you just come work for me instead?” he quipped, “I would love a sexy secretary too.”

“Oh, please,” you still managed to bite back even though your brain was melting inside bits from the burning heat in the pit of your stomach, “you don’t even have an office.”

He let out a wolfish giggle and the vibration of his chest sent chills down your spine, making you arch into him in reflex.

“You’re right,” he swallowed a groan at the proximity, “won’t be able to hold back from fucking you against every surface if I have you around me in this little number every day.”

A soundless gasp left your lips in protest when he pulled away, your arousal gushing out at the sudden emptiness. His hungry gaze racked across your body, exposed and aching for him. Creases that would have never appeared littered all over your shirt the moment he had his hands on you but it was still getting in his way of seeing everything he wanted from you.

“I’ll buy you new ones of everything you have on after I’m done.”

Your eyes widened when he sent you a smirk before his hands snaked to the sides of your waist.

“Jason, no—“

You were just glad that no one caught you walking out with your legs shaking and Jason’s jacket wrapped tightly around you to hide your half-bare torso, while the man in question followed suit looking all too pleased.

[ofthedirewolves]

OPENING COMMISSIONS

Hello all,

Commissions are open once again because I am in a jam. I keep getting job rejections, I’ve sold a lot of things but it never seems to be enough. So I really need some extra help. I don’t like asking for help but it’s currently my only option. I need to open commissions to pay for some debts coming up.

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Below is a mostly full list of my fandoms (also let me know if there’s a fandom you’re interested and not on the list bc I might be forgetting it)

Ships: Queliot, Klaroline, Steddie, Ronance, Kathony, Dair Games: Uncharted, Hades, Pokemon, Baldur’s Gate 3, Dimension 20, Critical Role C1, Movies: Top Gun Maverick, Ready or Not, Any Star Wars* (just no Reylo), IT/IT Ch 2, Alice (Syfy), Fast & Furious Series, ,Pirates of the Caribbean (just no D*pp please), the Mummy, Count of Monte Cristo TV Shows: Game of Thrones, Lucifer, the Sandman, Good Omens, Teen Wolf, Once Upon a Time, Doctor Who, Broadchurch, Merlin, Ted Lasso, One tree hill, Heroes, Gilmore Girls, Wynonna Earp, Black Sails, Justified, The Witcher, White Collar, Supernatural, Veronica Mars (original series), Friday Night Lights, Leverage, Haven, Runaways, The Royals, Marvelous Mrs Maisel, 9-1-1, BTVS, Angel, She-Ra Books: ASOIAF, A Discovery of Witches, Red White & Royal Blue, X Men, Greek Mythology,

Not really my fandom but I know enough; Grisha Verse, MCU, Star Trek, Hazbin Hotel, Hunger Games, Craig Bond, inception, Percy Jackson, Outlander, elementary, Timeless, DCTV, Silo

(*Admittedly I don’t really know Rebels)

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[agerefandom]

Agere Writers Masterpost (2023 Edition!)

Helpful reminders: 

all of these blogs are SFW but have their own DNIs, so please remember to check! 

not all of these blogs have open requests, so please read their bios and respect their boundaries! 

please let me know if I should add anyone! to qualify, blogs must take requests for headcanons or fanfiction, have an easily accessible fandom list, be specifically sfw/non-k!nk content, and have posted in the last three months! 

Holy moly, the list is LONG this year!!! We are still growing and expanding as a community! Because I don’t want to flood anyone’s dashes, the list will be under a ‘keep reading’. 

The list is organized in order of the number of fandoms they write for: with the widest range of fandoms at the top, down to single-fandom blogs at the bottom.

Blogs in italics are folks who don’t match my DNI or vice-versa (but are still sfw agere): I didn’t want to exclude them as many of my followers might have different personal stances than me! However, to respect both of our DNIs, I didn’t want to tag them, so please feel free to explore their blogs in your own time if they’re up your alley! 

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[anlian-aishang]

Tired, burdened, annoyed by all those "morons" at work. There is only one medicine, and it lies between your legs.

// levi x reader, smut, oral sex, squirting, modern AU, fem!reader  // 1300 words // while writing this, i listened to 

People like you two were pulled in all directions. Your merits recognized in work and in play. Overtime at the office, overbooked for coffees with friends. During the work week, sleeping hours were about all you had to share with Levi, morning face washes and nighttime recaps now and then. Had you not moved in together, your relationship would be confined to Saturdays and Sundays, that was certain.

Somedays, it was dreadful. Mondays marked the start of separation. Wednesdays felt far from halfway. Fridays, though. Fridays made you forget. 

That look in his eyes, anticipation that teetered on mania. The twitches of his hands, a man on the brink. Tie half loosened and collar undone. Idiot coworkers and pointless meetings had nicked him to his last thread. With you alone, at last, the Ackerman’s composure snapped. Faced with his unravel, you bit your lip, yet still could not help but smirk. This was what you worked for. 

Hand instinctively snapped to the small of your back. Before you could blink, Levi whipped you to the sofa. A ballroom dip gone dirty. Left hand held your head - a finger on each of the important spots - temple, cheek, lips, jawline. Tongue swept yours in a dance, wordlessly communicating all he was about to do with you. 

That did not mean you were immune to his actions, though. Your startled shrieks as he hoisted your ankles beside his ears - Levi allowed a single snicker - and in that moment, you knew you were fucked. An inadvertent humbling as your stilettos scraped his neck on the way up, drawing a hiss more sinful than sex itself. 

Palm pushed strong against your stomach, Levi leveraged himself lower and lower. Fingers wound between your buttons wove you free on their way down. So familiar with your body, moves practiced to perfection were made to look effortless. Eyes closed in bliss, in exertion, his grasp easily found the hem of your tights. His pull easily found where to yank them to. 

Kisses marked your legs, fingernails traced their path: a crude connect-the–dots. Levi was always eager to remind you: your body was art. A canvas he corrupted with sweat, saliva, and swears. Painting you up - all the way to your middle.

At the sight of your slick, Levi growled between clenched teeth, “Dripping already.” Slowly, his finger glided between your split. End to end: arousal spilled over his touch. Your clean freak examined the glisten on his finger, feigning disgust, but the way his tongue savored your cream proved the opposite. 

Chapped lips to your soft, smooth skin. Eyes met as he spoke into you, “Seems like you’ve been waiting for this, hm?”

Face burned in humiliation, Levi swiftly ditched his sadism and soothed you with sympathy, “Me too, baby.” Hips rutted into the couch cushions, “Me, too.”

Actions were evidence of his words. Hard, fast, hungry, he began to eat you out. Clit rode the bridge of his nose. Tongue pried into your depths. White-knuckle grip spread you wide open - your secrets finally in his hands. And goddamn, did it feel good. 

Pantyhose calves on his cotton shoulders made satisfying sounds, not as satisfying, though, as the ones below. Gasps for air: he had delayed the pull away as long as possible, reluctant to leave. Long hums: the sensation of a hot shower’s first spray. Whispers of your name, as though it was a curse word.

Levi drank you down like a gulp of water on a humid hike. Ate you out like the first day after a fast. When you thought he would tire, his body showed just how desperately it needed you. Muscles rippled, tendons stretched, all in endeavor: you were life itself. 

“Missed you.” Levi moaned between smacks of his lips on yours. “Missed you too much.”

Too much, not so much. 

Indeed, so much would have been one thing. Too much was another. Come the weekend, he was so tired, but not too tired - not too tired to provide you the release you deserved. So burdened, but not too burdened - not too burdened to put your pleasure on his shoulders literally. So annoyed, but not too annoyed - not too annoyed to withstand your glass-shattering cries. In fact, those seemed to ease him.

Ease him in some ways, rile him in others. When you got like this, all felt right in the world, his universe no wider than this sofa. At the same time, with each of your screams, nerves stung along his spine. Hairs stood on end. He longed to love you, to destroy you. To praise you, to remind you who you belonged to. You were the mystery that snared him, one he tried to solve one lick at a time. 

Those were getting more frantic. Your fingers thrown in his hair and the dire calls of his name - shots of adrenaline in his pursuit. Thick gulps of your syrup - an adult sugar rush. Levi winked one eye open, split-second precision to catch the pulse of your abdomen. Ovaries danced. Nipples took a stand against their imprisonment, black-lace bra their cage. At your pathetic, dismantling state, a smile you could feel. 

“You’ve been such a good girl, such a good girl,” Levi cooed, cupping your thighs, slurping between breaths. “So patient, I bet you wanna cum, huh?”

The arch of your back answered better than words could. Still, even as your pussy twitched and as your dam began to crack, you clenched your fists in the couch, a sorry attempt to delay the inevitable.

You both knew, the longer the race, the better the finish. Dreams of this scene had propelled you through hell-sent day-to-days, the last thing you wanted was for it to end early.

But with a mouth like his, “you’re not gonna last, sweetheart.” Against his fingers, he could feel your waves build, could see the impatience in your yearning. Pupils had dilated in lust, but knowing that your demise, your nirvana, was near spilled love into that concoction. 

Beckoning, “Let go, princess.” You’ve had such a long week. “Come on, let me taste you.” All of you. 

From pleading to ordering, Levi’s voice drowned deep, “Cum on my face.” Use me. Surrender to me. “Cum on me.” Stern, then shouting, “Cum on me!”

The juxtaposition of soft and strict. Dichotomy of begging and demanding. Mentality fucked by his overstimulation, by the debate of delayed gratification, it could not handle one more head game. 

“Levi, I…” you writhed in his grasp, yet his tongue spared you no mercy.  “Le-Levi!!”

In the first rush, you knew you had made the right choice in submitting. Fuck foreplay. Whatever this was - that was all you needed in life. Levi’s head between your thighs - what bills, what schedule? Flooding him in your love, turning his face wet, coating each strand of hair - better than any promotion. Who needed one? You were Levi Ackerman’s significant other, that was a superlative in itself. A million thoughts in each of those ten seconds, none of them coherent, always interrupted by an immaculate moan or motion of his. 

With your first ounce of composure, you took a deep breath. In your second, you gazed down to him. Shirt wrinkled with divots beneath your heels. Jawbone dripping with God knows what. It had glued his clothes-transparent-to his skin-flushed. He did not seem to care. More than that, even, he seemed to adore. 

But in that aftermath, you could not help but wonder. What if you held out for one minute longer? Would he be even more wet? Even more red? Even more breathless?

By this point, he could read your mind and could see the first sparks of regret-his most hated look on anyone. Thankfully, he knew the remedy. 

“Who said you only get one?”

// masterlist //