Prized Possession - BamBam Smut

her, can i request a tommy enemies to lovers type thing where the reader is a sunnyvaler and her and tommy hate each other but have a lot sexual tension and one day they both snap and “do it”.

ps your writing is literally perfect omfg

Tommy actually disliking someone,,,,,this is a wild concept but I'm here for it

The Old Rivalry (Tommy Slater x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: 18+, smut, nsfw, enemies to lovers speedrun, hate sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, hate sex turns into gentle aftercare, not my best smut rip, implied jealousy, verbal fight turns into hate sex, 

Word Count: 1.5k

"Fucking Shadyside brat." You muttered to yourself as you scrubbed the doors of the outhouse. Graffiti littered them, all done by a particular redheaded camper.

You swore, the day Ziggy Berman got her fifth strike you were going to scream. You would even pack her bags for her if it meant getting her out sooner. And, most of the counselors would agree. Except the one you were working with. Tommy gave a sigh and said,

"Don't talk about her like that." He said, and you scoffed and turned your head to look at him. Oh, was he going to defend all the Shadysiders? Even delinquents like Ziggy? Or was is because-

"Why? Cause she's your girlfriend's sister?" You jabbed, flipping your hair over your shoulder. You smirked when you heard him throw his scrubber into the bucket, the loud splash was all you needed to know that you were getting to him. Tommy would never say anything mean back. He was too nice for that. You could practically hear him sputter for a second, before he said,

"Cindy's not my girlfriend." He replied, and you smirked to yourself again. Of course she wasn't. It was a little surprising, but, then again, not quite. Tommy was too goody-goody for a girlfriend, even if he was in the middle of college. You swore he was probably the type that "didn't want girls to get in the way of his studies" or some shit like that. And, really, you didn't know why you cared so much. You scrubbed harder, trying to get the gunk off.

It wasn't like you cared about Tommy or what he did with his life. Cared if Cindy was his girlfriend. So, why did it make you slightly happy to hear that? It wasn't like the insufferable goody-two-shoes Thomas Slater was cute or anything. It wasn't like he was tall, and had a nice smile. Or a nice butt, you thought. He was annoying, too nice for his own good, and a Shadysider. That alone should've been enough to completely blow him off your radar. So, why did you continue to dig?

"Oh, does she not like virgins?" And you heard the splash again. This time you turned, watching him as he did the same. He had a frown on his face, and he actually looked- oh, he looked angry. You could see it in his eyes, just a flicker of a flame. It was interesting to see, and you apparently didn't know when to stop pushing. "What? Everyone else can talk about it, but I can't?" And you were shocked when he asked,

"Why are you such a bitch?" And you scoffed out a laugh. Did he just- Oh, he did. You stared at him for a moment before you threw your scrubber down as well. He seemed to realize what he said after he said it, and you watched as his face changed. You could already see the apology forming on his lips, a stutter of, "I'm- I-" But you stopped him. You snapped,

"No, Tommy. Say what you wanna fucking say. There's no one else here." You said, gesturing around. It was true. The outhouse only had the pair of you, and the campers were all out doing activities. You'd even closed the doors so they wouldn't wander in. "Or, are you too much of a pussy? Huh?" You said, prodding him in the chest. You didn't know why you pushed him so hard- Or, well, you did, but you didn't want to admit it.

You didn't want to admit that you thought he was hot. That sweet, virgin boy Tommy was the one that got your panties in a twist. That you were only mean to him because- Well, what else could you be to him? You watched as his face set, as his glare returned. He let out a huff, before he said,

"You're so mean- You're mean to everyone. Are you really so unhappy with your perfect, little Sunnyvale life that you have to take it out on everyone else?" He snapped, and you were surprised that his words cut. But, you were quick to snap back,

"Are you really so boring that you can't get Cindy to date you, or is it more of a medical thing?" And you watched how his mouth fell for a moment. He wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what you were implying.

"Fuck you." He spat, and you nearly wanted to laugh. Such a hard curse coming from his mouth was almost comical. But he was staring at you with such an intense look in his eyes that you couldn't deny the heat you felt in your belly. God, you hated that you were attracted to him. It made you spit back,

"Fuck you." And then you were both moving. You don't know who grabbed the other first, but you were being slammed against one of the doors. You grabbed his hair, kissing him feverishly as his hands were quick to grab your sides, and then roam. You tugged at his shirt, and he was quick to rip it off. He cupped your face as he dove back in, stealing your lips and stealing your breath as you fumbled with the buttons on your shorts. He was quick to reach for his own belt, to push down his own jeans as you kicked your shorts off. You didn't even have time to take your panties off before he was picking you up, hiking your legs around his waist. You let out a gasp, one that he took advantage of as he flicked his tongue into your mouth.

You could feel the press of his dick against you, hard and big from the outline in his underwear. Alright, definitely not a medical issue. He surrounded you, moved you like you didn't weigh a thing to him. His grip was firm as he gripped your thighs, tugged your hair. But, it only made you moan and arch into him as you dug your nails into his shoulders. As he reached inside your panties to curl his fingers inside you. When you heard him chuckle, you could imagine what he was thinking. You were drenched. You could feel how much you wanted him, and now he did too. Before he could tease you for it, you tugged his hair harshly and bit,

"Fuck me. Now." And willed it not to sound desperate. Tommy didn't need to be told twice.

You heard the rustle of fabric, and then you felt him push your panties to the side. A moment later, you felt something warm and thick sliding through your folds, making you gasp as he pressed it against your entrance. You gasped again when he started pushing inside, and Tommy watched every expression cross your face as he went deeper and deeper and-

"Fuck." You gasped as you held on, burying your face into his neck as he began to move. His thrusts were quick, as the two of you didn't have much time. You tried to hold on to something behind you, your hand landing on the top of the door as Tommy began pummelling your insides. You could feel your eyes rolling back in your head, Tommy clamping his mouth over yours to muffle your sounds. To muffle his own little moans. You could feel every thick inch dragging against your walls, hitting a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

That had your legs tightening around him in no time. You could feel the pressure building with each thrust, inching you closer like he did with you up the wall. Your leg hung out, your body shaking with each thrust. You hit your head back against the door, your eyes closing as the waves of pleasure washed over you. As they grew. Finally, you whimpered,

"I'm gonna cum," And all it took was a few more hard thrusts for you to clamp around him. Your body spasmed and clenched as your release ran through you, as the pleasure overwhelmed your senses. You whined when you suddenly felt empty. Tommy let out a few sputtering gasps as he pulled out of you, and you could feel his release splatter against your thigh. His grip on you loosened and he slowly set you down, his forehead pressing against yours for a moment with his eyes still closed. He leaned in to kiss you, and you kissed him back. It was slow and sweet, a completely contrast to the entirety of what you'd just done. It was a moment of intimacy, just a flicker of it. Before he was pulling back and tucking himself away. You watched as he pulled his shirt on as you tried to catch your breathing, using the wall as support for your wobbly legs. You watched as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, and kneeled to help clean you up. You let him, thoughtlessly reaching out to card your fingers through his hair. You watched as he pressed a kiss to your thigh, and the intimacy returned. You thought it'd been shattered but- Well, you should've known Tommy wasn't like that. For a moment, neither of you said a word, and then Tommy said,

"I'm not a virgin." And you didn't think you had the mental capacity at the moment to be shocked.

Join Me - Peter Ballard

Show: Stranger Things

Pairing: f!reader x Peter Ballard/Henry creel/001

Tags: short (ish) fluff, Peter one-shot, fanfic

Warnings: mention of blood, violence, st4 spoilers!

Summary: Peter is under the impression that you died. Peter knows he cant live without you, but he soon wants revenge. Little does he know, you weren’t really gone after all.

Notes: This was so rushed I’m sorry if it ended up being terrible, feel free to correct me on any mistakes!!

This is also my first post on here!! I actually kind of like tumblr, and I’m planning on writing more here. Feel free to ask for requests. Preferably Peter Ballard but I also wrote down some more fandoms in my bio :)

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Bring Me a Dream- Morpheus X Reader

~Part 2~

Part one below ⬇️

https://vampire-teeth7.tumblr.com/post/692004011191271424/bring-me-a-dream-morpheus-x-reader

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Morpheus x AFAB! GN reader (no gendered terms but reader does have a vagina)

Warnings: ABSOLUTELY FILTHY SMUT (choking, master kink, TOP!Morpheus, spitting kink, praise+degradation kink)

Sorry if it’s a tad OOC, but I tried to keep it as close to Dream as possible🤞

MINORS DNI

Neil Gaiman DNR, I know you’re lurking on certain sites but trust me, you don’t want to read this, buddy.

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The kiss we shared could have spanned decades or seconds. Time melted away when he held me in his arms. I no longer yearned for the materials of this world- I only craved him. He pulled his lips from mine and averted his gaze to the floor.

“I should not have done that”. He stated.

Dream’s tone wasn’t laced with regret or malice; he let those words fall freely from his lips like a fact.

“I’m glad you did.” I attempted to reassure him, still hungry for more.

“No, it’s not that I didn’t want to. It’s that you’re a mortal and I’m a god. I mustn’t use you for my own petty entertainment.” His monotone voice groaned.

He stepped away from the foot of the bed, his back facing me. I arose softly, not letting on that his words stung like a branding iron. I outstretched my hand to calmly touch his shoulder.

“You must go.” His words rang like hell’s infernal bells.

“But I don’t want to. Please. I let you out. Don’t make me go.” I pleaded, as crystalline tears began to form and race down my cheeks.

“And why should I care? You, a human, don't deserve favors from me after performing one deed that so many failed to do.” The tall man’s voice was infused with bitterness.

He turned to face me, his eyes shining like glaciers in a lonely ocean.

“Well I’m not going anywhere.” I removed my hand from his shoulder. He furrowed his brow. “I choose to stay. Because even though you are the king of Dreams, I don’t take orders from anyone.”

“You are too bold of a mortal.” He rasped, roughly grabbing my shoulders and pushing me towards the wall.

My back felt the impact immediately. I grunted in displeasure. Our faces were mere inches away, as Morpheus donned a cold grin.

“Do you know what I did to my last lover? I banished her to Hell because she defied me.”

“Is that supposed to scare me, Dream of the Endless?” I sneered.

He let out a hot breath. “It should.”

He closed the gap between our fervent mouths, bestowing upon me a starving kiss, one much more unrelenting than the last. I attempted to rake my hands through his ebony hair, but my venture was stymied by his cold fists, pinning my arms to the wall. I could feel a pool forming in my underwear as I became exceedingly more aroused with every passing second. I moaned into his mouth unexpectedly. He immediately broke the kiss.

“You pathetic little mortal.” He rasped through a malicious grin. “Come on then. On the bed.”

I swiftly flew to the mattress- as I was eager to please the Lord of Dreams. His eyes scanned my trembling form. I felt as if he could see underneath my clothing, and was scrutinizing every curve of my body.

“Y/N, such a naughty thing.” He groaned.

Morpheus slunk astride me on the bed, his knee nestled in between my legs. We continued the deep kisses until he grew tired of them. He grasped at the hem of my shirt, maneuvering it over my chest. He ran his slender fingers over my nipple, eliciting a tremble to rampage through my body. Dream chuckled.

“It takes so little to arouse you.” He smiled.

“Don’t- don’t act like you aren’t aroused too.” I moaned through fervent breath.

“Oh you have no idea.” The pale man attached his mouth to my nipple, expertly maneuvering his tongue in a circular motion. Sinful sounds escaped my lips as he pinched my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He grinned against the supple flesh of my chest. Without thinking, I bucked my hips against his knee.

This was the wrong move.

He instantly ceased pleasuring me, and gazed into my eyes with a blazing, animalistic, intensity that only heightened my arousal. He placed his hands on the bed on either side of my head, effectively trapping me.

“You dare attempt to get off without my permission?” He rasped.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry What?”

“Oh, uh, sorry… Morpheus?” Being as inexperienced as I was, I frantically searched for names that he would be pleased with in bed. I recalled the balmy meadow in which he claimed that I could call him whatever I wanted- so I decided on Morpheus.

This was evidently the wrong title.

The Sandman wrapped his lithe fingers around my throat.

“You shall refer to me as Master. Now let’s try that again, shall we?” He released his iron grasp.

I gasped for air as tears leaked from my eyes.

“Ye-yes, Master.” I choked out.

“Good. Your safe word is Morning.” Dream of the Endless caressed the inky bruises forming on my throat with a pale digit.

“Now, strip for me.” He commanded.

I hastily slid off my pants and tossed them to the floor with a whump.

I hooked a finger onto the waistband of my underwear, making sure to tease the Dream Lord a tad. Eventually I tore them off, baring my entire body to him. He looked over me, his face emotionless. I wondered if he thought me to be average, beautiful, or underwhelming. I was so eager to please that I would transform my soul to his liking if it meant that I would get to soothe my pleasure-clouded mind. Morpheus, still fully clothed, slunk off of the bed, dragging me with him by the arm. However his commands were gentle, although stern.

“Return me to the form you first saw me in.” He threw his head back and guided me to a kneeling position with his hand slinking down my back.

I was confused, so I peeped “whatever do you mean, Master?”

“Take off my clothes.” He stated plainly.

I nodded. I began by unzipping his skin-tight trousers. I ran my hands down his thighs as I teased my way to his grey boxers. He tilted my chin up with his forefinger.

“Get on with it then.” He scolded, eliciting a string of apologies from me.

I dropped his undergarment to reveal his fully erect penis, glistening with pre-cum. I smirked, not giving into the thoughts of sucking him off quite yet. I snaked up his body so that I was standing level with him. I noted that his breath became heavier.

So the King of Dreams did indeed get aroused.

I began to gently unbutton his shirt, making sure to linger on his defined pectoral muscles. When I finished that task, I dragged my fingernails down his chiseled arms as I slid his long black sleeves off. The man stood before me, his build was slight yet muscular. He was drawn and forlorn yet gorgeous and warm. His body was the color of a young moon, and he was completely devoid of any body hair. He was a masterpiece, a being who Michelangelo himself would lack the talent to carve into marble. Morpheus approached me and grabbed my waist with both of his skillful hands.

“Let the universe bend to our command tonight. Let the seas boil and the earth shake. You are mine, love.” He practically breathed into my waiting ear.

I was putty in his hands, content to fulfill his every need. He swung me onto the bed with superhuman strength, his hands still planted on my waist. He planted a chaste kiss to my collarbone and worked his way down the valleys and peaks of my form until he reached my dripping core. His eyes flicked up to meet mine.

“Beg.” He breathed, the vibration from his voice alone was enough to stimulate me.

“Please, please Master, I yearn for you. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted and will ever want. I need to feel you please.” I moaned fervently.

“Good little slut.” He sighed.

Dream did not seem the type to use such language, but I wasn’t going to be the one to complain.

As soon as his tongue made contact with my clit I was done for. I moaned sinfully; loudly enough so that the guests in the hotel room next to us definitely heard.

I raked my hands through his raven hair. It was soft yet rigid. I began to buck my hips as pleasure shot through me like bolts of lightning. The Sandman smirked against my heat, uttering, “my good little whore” among other degrading praises. My pussy tightened as I felt an incoming orgasm. Dream disconnected his lips from my clit, not before bestowing a chaste kiss upon the sensitive area. He looked vulnerable- sweat coursed down his forehead and his cheeks were flushed. He maneuvered his way so that his body snuck through my legs, and our chests were brushing one another. He took me yet again in a famished kiss, I tasted myself on his tongue. He pulled away, mischief glistening in his gorgeous eyes.

“Open your mouth, pet.” He commanded.

I did so, and Morpheus spat into my craving jaws. He then inserted two of his pale fingers past my lips. I sucked on them as if they were vessels of ambrosia. I circled my tongue around them as they went deeper, almost scraping the back of my throat. He removed them with a pop.

“Are you ready, darling?” He inquired as he lined his weeping cock up with my entrance.

“Yes master.”

He entered me suddenly, I scarcely had time to adjust to his size. Dream’s lips fell agape sinfully and he groaned pleasurably.

“Fuck.” I breathed as I threw an arm around his neck. The Dream Lord began pumping rhythmically, expertly hitting my clit with precision with every thrust of his hips.

“Look at you, so pretty for me. Pathetic fucking whore.” The man growled as he wrapped a hand tightly around my neck. My air supply was severely diminished, yet not completely cut off-for that, I was thankful. I was under The Sandman’s complete control, and I adored every second of it. I even let the safe word slip my mind, as I was ready to receive whatever hand was dealt to me. I dragged my curious fingers over his slim, defined chest, tweaking one of his nipples in the process, eliciting a filthy moan from the man himself.

“You- feel- so-fuh-fa-fucking good!” I choked from my prohibited windpipe.

“I’m Dream the Endless, of course I feel fucking good.” He tightened his grip, stealing any breath that I had left. I brought my hand up to grab the wrist of his mitt occupied with my throat, and turned on my pleading eyes. He immediately retracted his fist as I convulsed into a coughing fit.

“Oh! Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” The icy demeanor that he had been harboring immediately melted away, revealing a frantic and caring face. He ceased his thrusts and drew me close to his chest.

“N-no. I’m alright. Thank you… Master.” I teased.

“Fuck- I’ll be gentler with you.” Morpheus threw his head back as I uttered “Master”.

“No. Please don’t be.” I placed a hand on his chest and gazed into his eyes honestly.

He smirked as he resumed his pounding. An orgasm was approaching like a band of wild horses. I felt a tremble in my legs, Morpheus took notice too, and dropped his hand to reach between my legs and rub circles on my clit.

“Ah! I’m gonna cum!” I cried, my nails marking his back.

“Beg for it. Beg for the honor to cum in my presence.” Dream pulled his hand away from my needy bundle of nerves to caress my jaw.

“Please, please Master! I know I’ve been such a bad little slut but I really need to cum! Please let me! I love you, Morpheus.” My last words came as a surprise to both me and him. I figured I was done for- I thought he would abandon me right there for uttering such words. But he only latched onto my neck, depositing soft kisses on the flesh. With only a few more thrusts, my orgasm arrived with enough force to knock a train off its tracks. Galaxies of pleasure invaded my senses as my visage convulsed wildly. Dream pulled out just in time for his own ejaculation, and with just a few pumps of his fist, hot ropes of cum flew out of his beautiful cock, onto my bare chest.

A slightly ashamed look overtook his face for a millisecond.

“Apologies. May I… assist you in cleaning up?” He inquired.

“Yes, please. Thank you, Master.” I breathily cooed.

He lowered himself onto me for the second time, only this instance, he dragged his tongue across my glistening tits, effectively licking his own cum from my body.

“You don’t have to call me Master anymore. Just like I said in your dream. Call me whatever you like.” His tone was the softest I had ever heard it.

“Thank you, Morpheus.” I tucked a stray strand of his hair behind his ear as he continued to clean me.

“Allow me to take care of you, darling.” He stated tenderly as he finished his job and enveloped me in his arms. Despite his body temperature being cool, I felt considerably warm in his presence, and utterly protected. I snuggled into his embrace and allowed my fatigued eyelids to slide shut.

“I love you too by the way.” He whispered.

I fell asleep with a soft smile painting my lips.

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Raw Desire

Synopsis: Something is wrong with him. Something none of the Avengers, including Thor, understand. When Loki turns into his Jötun form unwillingly and begins to act in a very primal and aggressive way, their solution for the problem is to lock him up in a cell below the compound until it’s all over. It’s a disease, perhaps, one which only Frost Giants can develop. Only Loki is not sick. Loki is in heat–and his Jötun body will not rest until his most carnal desires have been satisfied…

Words: 9176 Warnings: Jötun!Loki, smut, fluff, symptoms of addiction

A/N: You wanted some Jötun!Loki, I wanted some Jötun!Loki… so here we go. Enjoy, everyone! 😏

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anakin breeding kink anakin breeding kink anakin breeding kink I want TWINS with this man. please… elaborate on this kink with him… please…

Anakin x afab!reader | Smut | Minors DNI

Warnings — BREEDING (obv, duh), soft dom Anakin, bit ordering you around, DADDY KINK, praise, pet names, explicit mentions of body fluids (goes without saying), brief nipple play, brief biting, clit play...

Word count — 2813

Notes — It's almost 4AM as I am finishing this. I'm pretty sure I'm lacking some warnings, and my editing is probably off, but I really wanted to post today. Thanks to my lovely mutual for requesting this; I loved writing it, and I hope it will be a nice read, XO.

There were a thousand thoughts in your head, running in circles and screaming what a miserable human you are for not being able to fight your primal urges, and they were all replaced by imagines of Anakin’s hands gripping your hips and stuffing you full of his cum. You could almost feel it in you; you could feel it setting into your ovum and dripping down your thighs, taking over every last piece of your identity and self-awareness. Your body wanted it. It was demanding it.

"What's the stare, love?" Anakin raised his head from a book, catching your eyes from across the room. His raspy voice and intense stare instantly snapped you out of your trance.

"N-nothing." You managed to stutter while trying to find a spot in your bedroom to focus on instead of his face or exposed forearm peeking from his rolled-up sleeve. Fuck.

He's got you.

Anakin let out a soft sigh, followed by a laugh. He slowly put the book aside and uncrossed his legs, staring at you. "Come here." He gestured with a swift movement of his hand.

If it was any other moon phase, you would have put on a show. You would have thrown a snarky comment at him, mocked his authority over you, or just ignored his commands, but since your clothes were almost evaporating from his gaze, you did not refuse.

"You're listening." A bit surprised, he smiled widely after seeing you slide out of the sheets and walk towards him. "Good."

He leaned forward, grabbing your hips as you stood before him and looked up at you with a little hint of amusement in his eyes. "I can smell it on you." He nudged his nose into your abdomen and took a deep breath.

You were about to protest when he turned you around and seated you on his lap, making your back rest against his chest. He leanedand kissed your neck softly. "You're wet."

He forced your legs open by making them rest on his outer thighs and spreading himself, dragging your limbs together in the process.

"I'm- " He was right, and you hated it, but you couldn't disagree when you felt his hand slip under the waistline of your pants and slide over your panties, rubbing the very core with his middle and index fingers.

Anakin let out a deep chuckle. "Oh, sweetheart, you're not wet... You're soaking."

With his free hand, he brushed your hair off your shoulder, softly scratching you with his metal fingers. He pressed his lips onto your now exposed skin.

"I could just slide right into your little pussy and you wouldn't feel a stretch..." Anakin whispered against your back, sending shivers down your spine.

His fingers continued softly rubbing over your panties and you could feel your core pulsing with anticipation. You make an unfortunate attempt to shut your legs close when he brushes over a sensitive spot, which makes Anakin chuckle.

"I know, baby, it's aching, isn't it? It's aching for me." Anakin gave your clothed core a gentle slap, making you gasp softly. "Tell Daddy what you need."

"I n-need you to..." You keep stuttering when his palm keeps fondling your wet folds slowly. "...Fill me up..."

You blurt out like a dog in heat, unable to contain its urges. Before you could say something else, Anakin froze. His hand stopped moving, his lips parted with your skin, and the only active sensation you could feel is his warm breath on the back of your neck. "You...What?"

"I-I..." Your face flushed deep pink when you sober up from the fantasy of your womb swelling with his seed. The shame you feel after making such a lewd request is almost unbearable.

Anakin grabbed your hips and, with a sharp movement, turned you around to face him. "Say that again."

His hands gripped your sides harshly, pressing your cunt onto his growing dick, which only made you stumble over your words more. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes. "I said, repeat yourself."

You stared into his orbs; his gaze is intense, demanding in silence and forcing words out of your mouth. "Fill me...up..."

That was all Anakin needed to hear. His lips pressed onto yours, wasting no time and pushing his tongue inside your mouth like a starved man. His spit smeared over your lips from how messily he was devouring you. You could feel a pair of hands roaming all over your body, gripping your thighs and butt, pulling you closer by the waist to grind his hardening cock onto your pussy.

"Is that what you desire?" He whispered in between kissing you. "Want me to breed you? Fill your pretty hole with my cum until you're leaking?"

"Yes, Ani..." You manage to breathe out. His tongue was good at so many things, his filthy mouth and your fantasies coming together was a bliss. Especially when his greedy hands gripped your curves so eagerly, ready to grant you all of your wishes.

Anakin lifted you up, carrying you back into the soft sheets. "My love, my beautiful girl..." He kept whispering into your ear while planting kisses all over your neck. As soon as your back pressed into the mattress, his hips bucked into yours, grinding his proud cock and earning an erotic moan from you.

His hands left your curves only to tear your pants down your legs, taking the messed panties together and throwing the mess of clothing across the room. "I'm going to breed that tight little cunt." He grunted while pushing his pants down and freeing his throbbing cock, which he instantly pressed onto your twitching clit.

"Look at that..." He slapped his length over your folds a few times, smearing your lewd wetness on himself. "I'll fucking ruin you..."

"A-Ani..."

Anakin wasn't going to take your shit today, not when he knew your womb was ready to host his seed. He leaned back on top of you and pressed his hand against your mouth.

"You are going to be a good girl and let daddy fuck a baby in you, is that clear?"

Did you want to be a brat about it? Yes. Could you? Well, with his body on top of you and with his dick an inch away from your slippery hole, promising to fulfill your fantasy... Not really. So you nod.

"That's my girl." Anakin pressed a tender kiss on your forehead. His hand moved from your mouth to your cheek, caressing it softly. "My perfect girl." Then he kissed you. Softly, not forcing himself onto you, allowing it to linger. An action completely opposite of his demeanor.

It wasn’t long before your blouse was being sent across the room, his pants following right after. You gripped onto Anakin’s robes, pulling onto them and exposing his chest. He pulls out his arms from the sleeves and snakes them around you once again, firmly caressing your hips and stomach, obviously thinking about how perfect your body is to bear his children.

You wrap your arms around his back, digging your fingers into toned flesh as he teases your entrance with his slick tip. There is a visible grin on his face. To ease your suffering at least a bit, you go for a kiss. Another messy wet kiss with teeth clashing against each other and tongues moving in a messy sync, that only made sense to him and you. When Anakin pulls his lips away, you can’t help but pant after realizing how much oxygen he’s stolen from you.

“Come on, baby, spread your legs more. Let Daddy in.” Anakin is panting too. His hands are trembling in anticipation after finally being this close to ravishing your body raw.

And when he asks like that, how can you deny him? Your legs wrapped around his hips, which brought you even closer to him. His presence made your head spin; you are holding onto him as if he were the anchor to your physical body, as if your soul would cease to exist if your fingers weren’t touching him so so feverishly. You were kerosene, and his touch — a flame.

Your eagerness only made Anakin more famished for your body. He kept grinding himself onto you while his teeth repeatedly grazed into your neck, making sure to mark you as his outside your body before imprinting himself in your insides. You hated the fact that he was still attempting to tease you, which, despite how annoyed you were, still made you overflow with wetness.

“Fuck, baby, need to be inside you…” Anakin groaned, and with that, you felt his length splitting your opening apart.

He entered you slowly, purposely delaying the full pleasure of feeling him at the deepest parts of you. His forehead slightly furrowed, eyes closed in delight from feeling your soft walls hugging him. He wasn’t just going to fuck you; he was going to feel every part of your tight bare cunt against his length for the first time and memorize it. His mind is clouded with thoughts about finally being able to raw you whenever he desires to, because after tonight you will surely be bearing his child.

“Ana-kin!” You let out a choked moan of a word you know the best, clinging to him, your starved body making it hard for him not to cum within seconds of hitting your cervix. If it were any other day, you’d probably be begging for him to ease it up.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He settled still deep inside you, kissing your neck and collarbones while caressing your skin tenderly, as if thanking you for letting him ruin the last bit of innocence you had left. Anakin remained in place for a few moments until he felt your walls greedily clench around him, asking to be bruised. Today, he wasn’t going to deny you.

It took all of his self-control to set a nice and firm pace instead of instantly pounding you to oblivion; he wanted to savor the special moment as long as possible. Once he set a satisfying speed, endless grunts started spilling from his mouth, which you answered with incoherent words. The intense ecstasy he was giving you stripped you of your ability to form logical sentences.

And it wasn’t just his thick cock that made your muscles spasm; it was also the way your name rolled off his parted lips, the way his firm hands groped your shivering body, and skin glistened with sweat. It was his whole presence, his entire existence, that made you break for him.

He slammed into you repeatedly, sending electricity all over your body. The room echoed with sounds of pleasure, which only made Anakin steadily increase his pace, making lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin more frequent. You have never felt so drenched in fluids; the mess between your bodies was smearing all over your lower abdomen, sticking his flesh to yours like vile viscous glue.

“That’s it.” Anakin grunted when he filled you to the brim once more. “You’re. Taking. Me. So. Well.” Each word was separated by him pounding into you harder and harder. This was a point of no return.

Your quivering body was now answering all of his actions on its own. Your back kept arching, hardened nipples brushed against his chest with each flex of your spine. Anakin watched your breasts bounce in awe before grabbing your sensitive bud between his prosthetic fingers and pinching it softly.

“You are made to bear my children.” He started kneading your soft flesh; thoughts of your body adjusting to nurture his babies scrambled his brain, making it more difficult not to fill your cunt. “You’ll swell and stretch for my seed; you’ll bless me with many sons and daughters, and I will worship every square inch of your exhausted body.”

If you had any doubts about making Anakin a father, they were gone the second his words of desire reached your ears. You nodded your head frantically, unable to verbally answer him, unable to tell him how much your womb craved to carry his child.

“I’ll plant it in you. Or maybe two; do you think you can give me two at once, my love?” He whispered through his ragged breaths. “It’s okay if you can't; I’ll just fuck another one into you again.”

“P-please…!” You weren’t even sure what exactly you were pleading for. In fact, you couldn’t just beg for one thing. You wanted to come. You wanted him to go faster, to thrust harder, you wanted him to kiss you, and most importantly, you wanted his cum deep inside of you. You wanted him to coat your insides in white, make it spill out of you, you needed him in a primal and animalistic way. The same way he needed you.

In different circumstances, Anakin would have pulled out and made you beg for him to continue, beg for him to let you release, but this was a special night and he was going to fulfill your wishes. His hips moved rhythmically, digging into your sore body, hands grasped any parts of you he could reach. The more he was giving you, the more your legs trembled. Your cunt was tightening around his cock, signaling him about the upcoming wave.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” You nodded eagerly at his words, attempting to mumble more pleas but failing miserably. “Good girl, baby, cum all over daddy’s cock. That’s it.”

He reached down between your bodies, pressing two fingers over your swollen clit. He looked you in the eyes proudly, knowing this position allowed you to see how your dripping pussy swallowed his dick fully with each sharp thrust. His fingers rubbed you slowly, making sure to apply just enough amount of pressure to send you to cloud nine.

So close, you were so close. Seeing Anakin like that, trying to hold himself over you with one arm as his whole body was focusing only on your pleasure, it made you crave impossibly more of him. “Cum, baby girl, cum for me now.” He leaned and whispered while pressing his lips all over your face tenderly, making sure that, in between the storm of lust and passion, you knew that he loved you more than anything else in the galaxy.

And that was all it took. His pleading permission for you to let yourself go, affection and desire for you, his body abusing itself to please you... You couldn’t hold it anymore. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smashing your lips against his. The kiss was full of moans and whimpers, and he ate it all up like his last diner. Your walls spasmed tightly around him, vision darkened as your eyes rolled at the back of your skull. He kept pounding himself into you until the ultimate pleasure was sent across your body like thunder, making you quiver with a moan of his name.

“My love, my beautiful love..." Anakin whimpered after your juices of passion covered his entire cock. It was nearly impossible for him not to follow right away.

And there was no point in holding himself back anymore; he moved his hand off your clit, wrapping his arms around your body, and with a last sharp roll of his hips, you were filled with his warm seed. Your whole body was shaking from the feeling of hot cream settling inside of you, marking you as Anakin’s, devouring your whole body. He kept cumming as if he'd been holding himself for months, and you made an effort to clench your muscles to milk him as much as you could. Anakin’s body collapsed on top of you, his cock still entirely inside, basking in a sloppy mess of your love-making.

“I love you. I love you more than life itself.” He clinged on top of you, mixing your bodies entirely, skin to skin, sweat to sweat, heart to heart. He was entirely yours, and you were entirely his.

Anakin raised his head slightly, and in fear of his absence, your limp body found strength to hold onto him. “Stay. Right here, stay.” You pleaded with your eyes and voice, still gasping for air.

He carefully reached to stroke your cheek, making sure to not separate from your body. His fingers started tracing the supple skin lovingly. For a moment, he just stared into your eyes, trying to regain his strength to speak. “The gift you’ll give me, I’ll forever be grateful for.” His hand left your cheek and found a place on your hip, rubbing it with his thumb softly as if expecting a crumble of joy that will soon start growing inside of your womb to know about his presence before it even exists.

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a/n: should I write more things like this??? synapsis: after falling into a coma you find yourself stuck in the dreaming and in love with the Lord of Dreams, and when you eventually awake you leave him in despair. warnings: hot and heavy makeout sessions......(i tried y'all😭) not proofread or edited pt2

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Years had gone by, and many seasons had changed. But you were still injured. You lay motionless in your hospital bed. Peace was drawn on your face. Your mother and father had withered and aged, Your siblings and friends had empty hope that you would make it. But they could never bring themselves to pull the plug. That’s how it was in the waking world. However, in the Dreaming it was different. Your face had life and color, and your smile was brighter than a million suns. And all signs of sickness left your body. You were walking, running even dancing. It truly was a dream you never wanted to wake up from. But alas all good things must come to an end. 

The first time you and Morpheus met in the dreaming,he was awkard. You had wandered into the palace library and met the lovely Lucianne. You were quite confused, you remember your eyes going heavy after being placed in the hospital and your chest tightening and then here you were. The librarian was nice and sat you down. She told you all about the dreaming and reassured you that you would awake in a few hours when morning came. So you sat and enjoyed the day, the library was magnificent. It really took your breath away. Its large shelves filled with books could only found in a bookworms dream. You wandered around the library not wanting to bother Lucianne. Your look for a familiar book, any familiar book. A surge of happiness runs through your body as you finally find a familiar title, Romeo and Juliet. It wasn’t one of you favorites but it was familiar so you picked it up off the shelf. It seemed to be freshly printed. The spine was crisp and untouched.

“Lucianne.” deep mellow voice calls out,

“I think she went out for a moment.”  you reply softly, your head swivels around trying to find the source of the voice.

“I beg your pardon-” you finally see the man walk out from behind the book shelf infront of you,

“Who are you.”

The man was very pale and had messy hair as dark as molasses. You quickly tell him your name and greet him holding out a hand,

“Whats your name?” You gently ask

“Morpheus.” He leaves your hand hanging until you eventually drop it. It was very awkward. The silence made you squirm under his gaze. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say something to ease the silence Lucianne barged in,

“Lord Morpheus-” her voice trailed off as she saw the two of you,

“I see you’ve met our new guest.”

His gaze shifted to Lucianne,

“What do you need me for.” they both walked away from you. Leaving you with the comforting silence of the books. 

After that occurrence, he would see you around every corner of the palace. You were like a curious mouse, looking at every crevice. Running your hand on every solid object. Time had passed and you should have awoken by now. But here you were, still in the dreaming. This predicament seemed to alarm not only Lucianne but also Morpheus. They had their fair share of humans who fell asleep for months even years but never usually were lucid, or conscious of the fact that the dreaming was there. Nevertheless, there was nothing they could do now. You were stuck in the dreaming whether you liked it or not. 

Many weeks had passed since you first entered the dreaming. You had already gotten bored of being confined to the palace, you didn’t even get to sleep in the dreaming. It was eternal morning. You had gotten to the point in your life where you were begging Lucianne to help her with her work, but she would only shoo you away.  A huff left your lips as you sat on the large staircase in front of the large palace doors, your knees up to your chest as you buried your face in your legs. You wanted to wake up. You were going insane due to boredom, you had read so many books that your brain physically hurt to see letters on a page, and the smell of the books made you queasy. You craved human interaction, physical affection, and adventure. Lucianne was working 24/7 and Morpheus was out of the question. After your first meeting you hadn’t spoken to him again, he was too odd for you to socialize with. At that moment you heard the large doors creak open and footsteps tap on the floors. You knew who it was but kept your head down. 

Morpheus kept moving until he reached the top of the stairs where you sat, slumped over. He wouldn’t lie, he felt for you. Being confined to the dreaming must be agonizing for you. He wished to relieve you of that burden even for a few moments.

“Would you like to go walk in the gardens?” Your head snapped up to where he stood next to you

“Yes please.” your eyes twinkle pleadingly

He leads you out the palace doors and into the flourishing gardens located behind the palace. The sun gleamed down onto you for the first time, it felt so pleasing and euphoric. Morpheus watched as you observed every flower and plant with awe. It was amusing to him, watching you gawk at unknown flora.

“Are those fruit trees!” You exclaim turning around

He nods and gestures for you to go explore. And you did.

“I didn’t know the dreaming had fruit trees.” You strolled shoulder to shoulder with Morpheus,

“The dreaming has anything anyone could dream of.” 

“That's amazing.” 

He felt a sense of pride at your praise for his domain. 

“May I eat one?” Your fingers point to the dangling juicy red apple.

“You do not need to ask permission for every movement you make in this realm.” He grabs the magnificent fruit and hands it to you to devour. You weren’t hungry but you ate it, the sweet taste invaded your tastebuds and drove you to feel ecstatic. Maybe you were wrong about Morpheus, he seemed to care more than he liked to show. 

“Thank you Morpheus.” your smile pierces his heart, when was the last time a human smiled so gratefully at him? He could feel his lips curve,

“It is no problem, the gardens are yours to roam.”

Your heart swelled with joy,

“But what if I wish to roam them with you, would that be permissible.” 

“Of course, I would be more than willing to keep you company.”

Your smile only widened, Life in the Dreaming might not be so bad.

For the next month, Morpheus took you out into the gardens every day without fail. Somedays you would go fruit picking or have a picnic. Other times you would make a pie or a fruit-flavored pastry and bring it to him in his throne room. You two became very close in a short period of time. You might have even called each other friends. But I hardly think friends suck each other's faces in the gardens. But there you two were, smushed against an apple tree your mouths locked onto one another. The kiss was hot and heavy, your teeth clashed and your tongues invaded each other's mouths. Even the sun wanted to secrete behind the clouds at that act of indecency. Your hands grouped every part of each other's bodies as if you wanted to tear each other's clothing off. Only after you have to pull Morpheus off your body could you catch your breath. A dopey smile was planted onto your face as you watched his chest heave. He looked like a mess, his hair was more tousled and messy than usual. His clothing was wrinkly and he had love bites on his pale neck. Some old and some newer ones growing in hue. 

“We really should go back inside,” you say after finally catching your breath,

“ Do we really?” Morpheus challenges leaning his face closer to yours, his short breaths hitting your lips

“I guess not.” Once again the messy kiss fest began,

One might wonder ’how did this start?’. It happened to start after the fourth week of Morpheus taking you to the Palace gardens. Morpheus was starting to feel his heart gravitate toward you and his eyes capture you more beautifully. He felt his feelings for you were becoming more romantic. You on the other hand also started seeing Morpheus more romantically but you were also severely touch starved and craved physical connection and affection. This is why when Morpheus explained his feelings for you in the valley of berry bushes you wasted no time kissing him on his lips, your heart was frivolous and floating. He grabbed your waist and held you close as you both locked lips until you both pulled away, sweet smiles on your bruised lips, and walked back to the palace hand in hand. No words were ever spoken about the status of your relationship and never would be until further on in the future. Ever since then your garden trips always either started or ended with your mouth on each other. This leads us to the current time, Instead of your usual kissing spots you both were currently locking lips on his throne. You sat on top of him as you both vigorously kissed, your tongues dancing the waltz and his hands finally found purchase on your waist as he had previously been groping your chest. You gripped his dark black coat, seeking some stability, you felt as if you would float away into the clouds. After you both had your fill, you both settled down, you rested your head on his chest and sat there absorbing his warmth. 

“Morpheus.” You whisper

He hums in acknowledgment, caressing your hair,

“What would you say we are” Your head lifts to watch his expression, its the epitome of adoration

“Lovers.” He fondly pecks your lips

You contently hum and lean back into his chest. It was perfect, everything was perfect. But nothing lasts forever.

Many months pass. It has now been about 4 years since you entered your coma and ventured into the Dreaming. All day you had felt odd, your entire body tingled and felt floaty. Like you were groggy. You sat in the library with Lucianne and Morpheus. The pair were coming up with ideas for new dreams and nightmares. You were sitting on a comfy brown plush chair, reading a book when it happened. You could hear voices in your head. Like they were in your skull. Your book dropped to the floor and you gripped your head. You could smell the faint scent of antiseptic and plastic. It was familiar. You could hear the heavy footsteps of Morpheus and Lucianne rushing towards you,

“Are you alright darling?” His voice was filled with worry

“My head.” You groan, the voices were all too much, their yelling mixed with Morpheus's voice was all too much

‘Grip my hand if you can hear me.’ you heard in your head

“What is happening,” Morpheus asked turning to Lucianne for help, she was more knowledgeable in these situations,

“It seems as though they are waking from their coma.” 

“No,” his voice was soft and filled with disbelief. You had never heard him use that tone, or have that look in his eyes. As if his world was crumbling. The feeling was getting stronger and you were starting to fade. The sound in your head was getting stronger and the smell was growing. You could faintly feel cold metal. Before you fully disappear you grabbed Morpheus's hand and give him a sweet smile,

“See you in my dreams.” 

Then you awoke. Leaving Morpheus broken in the Dreaming.

“It’s alright Lord Morpheus.” Lucianne comforted,

“You shall still see her while she sleeps, or you may even visit her in the waking world.”

“No Lucianne.” His voice was filled with despair

“I won’t be the same.” His heart mourned, you were happy in the Dreaming, his kingdom. He wanted to be by your side forever but now you were gone from his home. He never expected you to leave him so soon. He sat in the library in front of that brown chair for hours after you left, his hands rested on the plush cushion of the chair. A few tears left his eyes, but no sounds left his throat. You had left him.

{end}

(maybe I'll write a happier part 2)

Piss Off Your Parents

Piss Off Your Parents Ship: BadBoy!Jungkook | RichGirl!Reader Description: Roommates!AU | BadBoy!AU | FakeDating!AU | In an effort to piss off your parents you move in with their worst nightmare- a boy with tattoos, a rock band, and an irresistible charm. Warnings: Dom!JK, Daddy Kink, D/S Themes, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Intercourse, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Fingering, Oral, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Size Kink, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Lots of Pet Names, Angst, Fluff, Drug Use (it’s just weed) Word Count: 16,411 A/N: Based on the song 18 by Anarbor! This ends my hiatus! I’ve been writing this for literal months so I hope you guys like it. Happy Early 3rd Year Anniversary!

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see you through my eyes part 2 —b.b.

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fm mitchell! reader.

warnings: cursing, drinking, unprotected penetrative sex, oral (fm receiving), choking, dirty talk, lots of fluff stuff, bradley bradshaw is a FUCKING TEASE, mentions of poor mental health, mentions of death/immediate family death/funerals. 18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 2.6k

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a/n: like always, this is not proofread yet so i apologize for any mistakes. i hope you all enjoy! y’all i love this man!!!!!!!

The night air was warm and welcoming, pushing your hair around with the breeze. Some old rock music, yours and Bradley’s favorite, played from a nearby speaker. The two of you sat on the patio, each nursing a beer. You hummed cheerfully, the slightest bit tipsy.

The backyard was by far your favorite part of your house. You’d hung up a few sets of string lights, and ofcourse had some of your favorite plants scattered around. The entirety of the yard was fenced in, and although you would love to have a real pool, the small blow-up one you bought for Cameron served an equal purpose.

You and Bradley had been talking for nearly two hours. Simply catching up on life and reminiscing on old memories— sharing many needed laughs.

It had been three days since your mother’s funeral and you still hadn’t fully pieced yourself together. Although, Bradley’s company was a great help. He understood your emotions and the feeling of emptiness you couldn’t seem to get rid of. He made great effort to comfort you, and had made sure Cameron was taken care of so you could have some time to yourself.

Cameron had clung to him, maybe not fully understanding who Bradley was, yet he was absolutely entranced by the man. He wanted to go anywhere Bradley went, and even though you’d explained to the child that his name wasn’t really Rooster, he wouldn’t call him anything else. You were beyond happy to see the two of them together at last. It made your soul feel at ease.

“Hey.” Bradley tapped your arm, pulling you from your aparrent trance. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking.” You spoke softly.

He gave you a small smile and patted his leg. “C’mere.”

You stood up, sitting your nearly empty bottle down on the table before taking a seat on his lap. Your arms wrapped around him and you rested your head on his shoulder. He ran a hand along your back, smiling to himself when he felt you relax.

“Thank you for being here.” You whispered.

“No place I’d rather be in the world.”

Bradley had already expressed to you that he’d made a phone call days earlier as a request to transfer back to Oceana where he’d been stationed at years before. It was bittersweet, the thought of possibly having Bradley back— maybe forever.

He seemed content, openly speaking about the idea of the two of you buying a new house closer to base and Cameron growing up with his father. You eyed him, smiling. There had been minimal talk about the future when it came to you and Bradley. Regardless, you were hopeful.

He reached up, pushing a bit of hair from your face and smiling up at you. “So pretty, darlin.” You made your best efforts not to squirm in his lap at his words. If there was one thing about Bradley Bradshaw that killed you, it was how much of a sweet talker he was. His voice was deep and rich, as sweet as could be. He always knew exactly what to say. “Oh hush.”

“You are.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

“I look like a sleep deprived mother of a three year old.” You corrected him.

“Yet oh so pretty.”

You looked away, cheeks hot and lips turned up in a smile.

“Look at me.” He teased.

“No, because the more I look at you the more I want to kiss your stupid face.”

“Oh.” He laughed, as if he had dug some confidential information out of you. You mentally cursed yourself, letting out a laugh too. “So kiss me then.”

“No!” You started to pull away from him playfully, knowing if he kissed you, you’d be a goner.

He tightened his grip on you, making you look at him.

You swallowed hard, eyes closing as you gave in and let him pull you into a sweet kiss. The feeling of his lips on yours was reminiscent, and had you feeling as if you were going to melt. You felt him smile into the kiss, your tongues meeting languidly. After a few seconds, you both pulled away.

“I think it’s past your bedtime.” Bradley joked, finishing his beer and trying to settle himself down. He wanted nothing more than to take you right there, like old times— but he knew that wasn’t respectful nor appropriate. So, he watched you shyly climb off his lap and start to gather up empty bottles.

“I believe it’s probably past yours too, Lieutenant.” You smiled.

“Oh, very much so.”

When you climbed into bed that night, you immediately knew you wouldn’t be getting much sleep. Your mind was running absolutely rampant, and for a moment you considered taking a melatonin or two. The feeling of his lips and hands on you was inescapable, and your thoughts were well, very improper. Even though you and Bradley had a past, he still made you feel giddy— like you’d never been touched before. The ache was inexplicable. God, you felt like a fucking teenager.

You tossed and turned for a while, tangling yourself in the cool sheets. The lack of tiredness was aggravating to say the very least. Yet, there you laid.

An hour or two passed before you gave up, grabbing your phone off the nightstand and scrolling aimlessly to try to pass some time.

Another hour and a mental pep talk later, you were padding down the hall towards the guest room. Your heartbeat was rapid and adrenaline high.

You slowly opened the door, attempting to make the quietest entrance possible. The room was dark besides a minimal amount of moonlight peeking through the closed curtains. Closing the door behind you, you made your way to the bed. Bradley laid sprawled out in the middle of the mattress, tangled in the soft white sheets.

He stirred a bit as you climbed in next to him.

"You okay?" He mumbled, now awake and looking over at you with tired eyes.

"Yeah."

"Wanted some cuddles?" He teased.

"Something like that."

He turned over as you spoke, watching you scoot closer. He let out a yawn, trying to decipher the look on your face.

"Roos."

"What is it baby?"

"I want you to touch me." You begged. "Please."

You craved him in every way possible. Wanted him all over you. It had been all you could think about since he stepped foot in your damn house.

He leaned forward without another word or thought, pressing his lips to yours. Tongues met and hands wandered, leaving your head spinning. Bradley gripped your thigh, tossing your leg over his waist and pulling you as close as he could get you. Boy, had you missed this. Ofcourse the two of you were older and the circumstances were much more.. sensual this time. A warm hand ran along your bare leg and up to your hip where he discovered you were wearing only a tee shirt and panties. He groaned lightly, breaking the kiss and moving his lips along your jawline. "What do you want, honey?" He rasped.

"Want your mouth." You said, nearly breathless.

He smiled softly, pressing another mellow kiss to your lips before beginning to trail them down your neck. Hands moved to push up your tee shirt, revealing your bare chest. "So fucking pretty." He said. "Just like I remember." You whimpered, feeling his warm tongue run across your nipple before his lips wrapped around it— his fingers toying with the other. Your skin was on fire, mouth dry and breathing erratic— and he had barely touched you. He repositioned himself to lay between your legs, pressing tiny kisses to your hips and thighs. You were absolutely aching for his touch, squirming pitifully underneath him. "Honey." He mused. "So touch starved, aren't you? Need me to eat this pretty pussy bad, huh?"

You whined at his words, clenching around absolutely nothing. "Please Roos."

Long fingers worked to pull your panties down your legs before he tossed them to the floor. "Gotta be quiet for me, sweet baby. I'm gonna give you what you want— don't worry." You were nearly in a trance at this point, overwhelmed by his touch. He held your legs open, finally running his tongue along you in a long stripe. A long, lewd sounding whine left your lips, which didn't go unnoticed. Bradley found himself grinding his hips into the mattress just to find some friction. "You always make the prettiest noises." He whispered, tongue starting to work mercilessly at your clit. You writhed, wanting to scream as you felt two long fingers slide into you. "Fuck." You cried, eyes clamped shut. He was so fucking good at everything. His fingers made quick work and had you nearly falling apart. "So wet, honey." 

You gripped the sheets beneath you with one hand, the other flying to his hair. Fingers wandered through, yanking gently and making him groan. He could tell you were close, clenching oh so tight around his fingers. "Gonna cum all over my fingers, mama?" He murmured against you, tongue still working relentlessly. You did your very best not to cry out as you fell over the edge. "Fuck yes." He said through gritted teeth, pumping his fingers in and out and working you through your high. "So pretty when you're cumming for me."

You were spent, body falling limp as you tried to catch your breath. Bradley stayed quiet, gently pulling you to the edge of the bed where he now stood. As much as he wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around him, he couldn't handle much more.

"You sure this is okay, darlin’?" He asked politely, watching you nod in agreeance.

Bradley huffed as he ran himself along your soaked entrance. He already knew he wasn't going to last long. Not with those pretty little noises that kept falling from your lips. He pressed the head in, watching your eyes flutter shut and brows furrow. "You can take it." He promised. You'd never gotten used to the stretch. He was by far the biggest you'd experienced. He pushed in slowly, groaning. You wrapped around him deliciously, so fucking hot and wet. "That's my girl." He cooed, pressing wet kisses to your forehead and nose. "Takin' me so good, sweetheart." He finally bottomed out, heart racing and sweat forming on his brow. You opened your eyes again, looking at him and watching a smile spread across his lips.

"I missed you." He admitted, starting to rock against you slow. He kept a tight grip on your thighs, tight enough to leave little bruises from where his fingertips dug into your skin. You, ofcourse, didn't mind.

"I missed you more."

It was all you could do to stay quiet. Small sounds and his name repeatedly fell from your lips. You watched his face intently, his teeth tugging on his plump bottom lip. His hips smacked against you as he exhibited a pace that had you seeing stars. A warm hand extended to wrap lazily around the delicate skin of your neck. Bradley sighed, keeping up his motions as he toyed with your air supply. You were absolutely in heaven, placing one of your hands over his and meeting his eyes. "My dirty baby. You like being choked don't you?" He said, voice breaking. You nodded, letting out a whine. "So pretty." He cooed.

"Roos." You sounded absolutely wrecked.

"I know, honey." He choked out between thrusts, starting to fall apart himself. "I feel you— Be a good girl and cum again for me." Tears brimmed in your eyes as everything slowly became too much— too fucking good. He reached down, drawing quick circles around your clit as he pressed his lips to your own. You let out a broken cry, coil snapping and your legs shaking the slightest bit as you came apart beneath him.

"Just like that, baby. Fuck." Bradley praised, fucking you through it— thrusts sloppy and fast. He was obviously close himself. You felt out of body, softly gasping for air, eyes fluttering. "Want your cum, Roos." You pleaded, taking in the man before you in all of his glory. There truly was no one like him.

"Ah, shit baby." He groaned, hips snapping against yours a few more times before he pulled out swiftly, hand moving to run along his shaft and the most erotic noise falling from his lips as he came on your tummy. He hummed, euphoria pumping through his veins. His eyes searched for yours and lips turned up in a smile as sweet as honey. "Y'Did so good for me, mama." He said, kissing your forehead. "You are something else."

Rooster dissapeared into the darkness of the room, wandering over to the connected guest bathroom. You could hear a few drawers opening and closing before he made his way back over to you with a damp rag. He wiped you clean lovingly, sharing a smile with you before he laid down next to you. You both stayed silent as you came down. Warm bodies tangled together and soon enough you were unable to keep your eyes open.

When you awoke hours later, the sun was shining proudly through the curtains. The house smelled like coffee and you could clearly hear cartoons playing from the living room. You stretched, reaching down to the end of the bed where Rooster had laid your tee shirt. A smile you couldn't fight formed on your pink lips at the thought of what had happened earlier. You made your way first to your bedroom, slipping on some pajama shorts before you walked towards the living room.

"There's mommy!" Rooster cheered, catching the attention of your son who raced over to you and latched onto your leg. "Hey there, lovebug." You chuckled, kneeling down to press an exaggerated kiss to both of his cheeks, making him giggle.

Rooster watched in complete adoration, sipping his coffee. This— this is what he wanted for the rest of his life. Cameron turned his attention back to the tv and his toys, and you made your way to where Rooster sat.

"Morning, sweet thing." He said. You laughed softly, leaning to press your lips to his. "You hungry? You should be after all those calories you burned last night."

"Oh shut up." You smacked his arm, chuckling.

"I made pancakes. Me and Cam ate already since Mommy was still being a sleepyhead."

"That is alllll Daddy's fault." You joked, sharing a laugh with him.

"Maybe Daddy needs to teach Mommy another lesson." Rooster grinned, watching you walk towards the kitchen.

"Rooster!" You yelled.

"Rooser!" Cameron copied you, yelling out.

You broke into a fit of laughter, as did Bradley. He joined you in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and sparking up conversation as you ate breakfast. It was then that you remembered he’d be leaving in a mere two days.

“I was thinking we could take a little ride to the beach today.” He spoke up. “Then we can come back and make dinner— and I should probably start packing my stuff.”

“Promise you’re coming back?”

“One week and I’ll be back on a plane home to you.” He leaned forward to steal a kiss. “I promise.”

“I’m sorry you have to make so many changes.”

“Nope, don’t you start that. Transferring is my decision.” He stopped you. “Listen, i’m gonna be back here in a week.” He reiterated, gripping your shoulders. “And you and me are going to figure this out day by day. This is where I want to be.”

“You’re sure?” You frowned.

“Yes honey, I’m sure.” He chuckled. “Stop beating yourself up, please.”

“Sorry, it’s a habit.” You half smiled.

He pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and playfully grabbing a handful of ass, earning a little squeal from you.

“I can’t wait to have another baby with you.”

You threw your head back laughing, pulling away from him and hearing him let out an adorable sounding laugh as well.

“Oh, shut up.” You headed down the hall, cheeks a bright shade of red.

“—‘S the truth!”

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Wicked Games || Hyungwon, Wonho & Female Reader

[ had a request for a threesome but i’m super trash at those so this was my way around it. but i have a request for another threesome and i’m crying inside OTL. total smut, infidelity, strong language, the works. ] 

Sleep was last thing on Wonho’s mind as he lay restlessly on his sheets, eavesdropping on the symphony of pleasure that trickled up the hall and through his cracked bedroom door. As horrible as he wanted to feel, as badly as he wanted to stop, he couldn’t help the way it was exciting him. The dorm was basically empty, most of the members had gone away for the weekend, leaving only Wonho and Hyungwon behind. He knew you’d be over, he knew you’d spend the night, he didn’t know he’d hear Hyungwon having you every kind of way on the living room floor. You made it sound so good, so deep, so raw.

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So Wrong, It’s Right

Request: Ooo how about a Harry Wells rough smut????? ;)

A/N: This turned into a daddy kink with some jealous Harry. Hope you liked it!

Harrison Wells was going to Hell, of that he had been fairly certain of for quite some time. It was something that he knew for quite a few years now, but never so surely as he did in that moment. He knew that he shouldn’t, that he was dabbling into things better left alone, but something about you just….drew him in. He wasn’t the emotional type, wasn’t one to easily form attachments. In fact, Harry made it a point to push everyone away, so why you, of all people, got under his skin, he never really could explain.

Knowing that you were the forbidden fruit, maybe, tempted him. You were young, much to young to be with someone like him, or so he often told himself in the wee hours of the morning when he’d gaze at your sleeping face, but you were always so adamant about being ‘a grown ass woman.’ Those were your words not his, and to be fair, you did have a point.

You were twenty-six, far old enough to make your own decisions, but Harry still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing something wrong. it didn’t help that it was a secret. Of course it was a secret. He was damn near twenty years older than you - eighteen to be exact. You loved to remind him of that as well, though the ease that it gave was short-lived. He didn’t want the others to know, to look at you differently….to look at him differently. It was a selfish desire but he couldn’t help it. Harrison Wells could be an, admittedly, selfish man.

You hated secrets. Hated keeping them even more, but Harrison Wells was a notoriously stubborn man and changing his mind was something you were sure God couldn’t even do. Sighing you glanced over your outfit for the day, head tilting as you let your gaze wander over yourself. Lips tugged into a smirk as you straightened, turning to check the back. If he wasn’t going to tell, fine, but you were going to make his life a living hell in the meantime.

Waltzing into the Cortex, your hips swayed, practically hearing the jaws drop on your way in. It was the reaction you knew you were going to get, doing your best not to smirk.

“Damn mami! Look at you!” Cisco complimented, slack jaw turning into a grin as he caught your eye. He stuck his thumbs up as your laugh filled the room. Winking at your long time friend you thanked him with a smile.

“Wow…you look……wow,” Barry fumbled, unable to properly form words as his gaze raked over your outfit. His eyes kept moving, flicking between your body and your eyes, doing his best not to stare. A quick elbow to the ribs from Iris had him quickly averting his gaze.

“What’s with the outfit?” the journalist asked, eyes looking you up and down curiously. You were always the more fashionable of the group, but this was…a bit much. You could admit it was though, the lace bustier with flowing high waisted shorts left little to the imagination and the heels that made your legs look like they went for miles certainly…..added to the appeal.

“Felt like dressing up,” you shrugged, dogging the truth easily. “I’m counting one less genius than usual,” you hummed, eyes shifting as you searched for your target.

“Oh? You mean the grouch?” Cisco scoffed as he came up beside you, arm tossing over your shoulder. “Where else would he be?” he mused, eyes unable to help themselves as they scanned you from top to bottom.

“Ramon!” the sharp gravel tone had everyone jumping to attention as they turned towards the entrance. “Where’s that tech I told you to work on?” Harry quipped, pacing into the Cortex with a frown etched into his features.

“Oh uh…yeah, tech…totally. Yup, definitely did that,” the boy fumbled, quickly removing his arm from your shoulders as he scrambled back to his desk.

You turned slowly, a hand coming to your hip as you cocked it, eyes lifting to Harry as you watched the way he glanced at you only to whip his head back to you. It took everything in your entire being not to laugh at the way his eyes nearly bugged out of his head before composing himself. Oh, playing hard to get was he? You could play that game.

“Hi Harry,” You cooed, watching the way he gave you a curt nod before looking away. The struggle not to look at you was visible to you and you reveled in it. Humming softly, you turned to Cisco, hips swaying as you moved. Several pairs of eyes followed your movement, watching as you placed your hands on Cisco’s desk, leaning over, shorts clinging to your round hips as you bent.

Harry’s teeth dug into his bottom lip as he watched your clothes ride up and cling just shy of giving him a view of what he wanted. He knew you were doing this on purpose, that you were testing him. His heart pounded hard in his chest as heat quickly flooded south. He wanted nothing more that to press you flat against that desk, to have your back arch and your a-…..NO. No, he couldn’t do this here.

Tearing his gaze away, Harry glanced about the too, hoping he wasn’t caught blatantly ogling you. He wouldn’t have to worry about that though, nearly everyone in the Cortex doing the very same. The heat that had once tightened in his groin now boiled beneath his skin as he watched the way Barry’s eyes followed your every movement and Cisco was certainly not looking at your eyes as you spoke. Jaw tight, Harry squeezed the marker in his hand. “Ramon! Today!”

This was going to be along day…

And long day it was. Did you know how it killed him to listen to them? To see them practically screwing you with their eyes. The only solace Harry had was knowing that only he would ever be able to touch you in the way they were very clearly dreaming of. Still, that didn’t quell his rising anger and thinning patience. He knew you were egging him on, that you were purposefully flaunting your body around just to get under his skin. Harry didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of winning, but as he heard Cisco flirt for the upteenth time and you giggle at the man’s pitiful humor, Harry thought he was going to lose it.

His movements were sharp as he glared at his equation on the clear board, writing and rewriting as he tried to keep distracted. It was not working – to put it lightly, but the straw that broke the camel’s back was the loud smack that ran through the cortex followed by your yelp of surprise. The voice that followed had Harry seeing red.

“Damn girl! You fine!” Ralph’s voice filled the room, arm slinking back to his side from where he stood several feet away. “Name’s Ralph. New around here, but I gotta say, I like what I see,” he purred in what he believed to be a seductive tone.

Whipping around, Harry was ready to murder. “Out!” He snapped, point to the door. “Now!”

“Aw man, c’mon,” Ralph drawled, chuckling. Reading the room certainly hadn’t been taught to him as a child.

“If you value your ability to have children in the near future, I suggest you leave,” Harry growled out and, judging by the look on the brunette’s face, Ralph got the message loud and clear. Everyone grabbed their things in a flurry of movement, shuffling out of the room – you included.

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy, a firm grip on your arm halting you in your steps. Several pitiful glances washed over you, but the glare in those pretty blues had them rushing out. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline leaving a soft tingle along your flesh. You were getting the reaction you wanted, hopefully the cookie would continue to crumble in your favor.

“I know what you’re doing,” Harry growled in your ear, a shiver racing down your spine.

“Oh? And what would that be?” you spoke with an innocent flutter of your lashes.

“Don’t you dare,” He growled, shoving you back against a nearby desk. Hands gripped your hips and tugged you close, eyes free to rake over your body now. “Wearing this, letting them eye fuck you all day,” he hissed, anger growing as he replayed their looks in his mind.

Smirking you looked up at the scientist through thick lashes. “Yeah? What you gonna do about it….daddy?” you purred. Harry’s eyes dilated at the name and in a swift movement he slammed you face first into the desk. The sound of ripped fabric had you objecting only for a hard smack stealing your breath away.

“..H-Harry,” you gasped, jolting at the second smack that reddened your cheeks. They were sharp and painful, yet the heat was undeniable as it pooled in your center.

“That’s not my name,” he grunted, another smack raining down onto your backside. The moan that whimpered past your sweet lips was music to his ears, heart beat pounding in his chest. All he was was you, all he felt was you, and he was going to make damn sure you felt him.

Your knees were weak, lips parted with hard gasps and cheeks red by the time you were flipped, a hard kiss stealing your breath away. You gave in easily, arms linking around Harry’s neck as his tongue forced it’s way into your mouth. He tasted every inch of you as hands scoured your body. Fingers dipped into the cups of your top, tugging down with no concern for the shreds of fabric he left in his wake. Lips parted with a wet smack only for his mouth to wrap around a pert nipple, the moan that tore from your throat striking him right in his core.

Fingers dove into Harry’s wild hair, back arching high as he sucked harshly. He knew exactly how to touch you to drive you wild. “Fuck….Harry,” you groaned. Almost immediately he popped free, dragging you down the desk as his hand caught your throat.

“That’s. Not. My. Name,” Harry hissed against your lips, eyes low. “Say it right,” He grunted, hand gripping your jaw now as he forced your eyes to gaze into his. “Say it.”

“….Harry,” you smirked, reveling in the way he growled and shoved your head back. His hands fumbled as he tugged his belt off and shoved his jeans down. There was no care in the way he flipped you, dragging you back to his hips as he folded over your back.

“You have one more chance, doll,” he whispered low in your ear. It was your last chance for redemption. A chance you weren’t going to take.

“Or what….Harry?” you gasped, chest heaving as you gulped down much needed air. The growl in your ear sent pleasure straight to your core.

“Just know…this is your fault,” he warned, cock pressing into your wet folds. In one hard thrust he was hilt deep, the scream of pleasure igniting a fire inside of him. You were tight and wet and….god he loved being inside of you. Hissing softly, Harry dragged his hips back before snapping his hips forwards. There was no time to adjust as he set a relentless pace. Your moans echoed around the empty Cortex, hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly they were turning white.

“What’s….uhn…my name?” Harry grunted, head lifting to gaze down at where the two of you connected, watching himself disappear into your tight heat.

“Oh god….” you gasped, eyes fluttering as each thrust bounced you against the desk. It was hard to think, let alone speak, but you weren’t going to give Harry what he wanted. At least not yet. “H…..Harry,” you spoke with a soft gasp, knees weak as he growled. Fingers dove into your hair, wrapping around the strands as he tugged hard. Your back arched high, Harry’s free hand slamming down against your ass.

“Fuck daddy!” you cried out, knees buckling. Harry smirked behind you, repeating the action and reveling in the moans that filtered from your lips. They were so sinfully sweet. He couldn’t get enough.

“Say it again,” He rasped in your ear, his breathlessness making you whimper. He was so deliciously rough when he was riled up.

“…Yes daddy,” you whined, yelping at the sudden hard thrust. God it felt so good. So so good.

“You’re mine and no one else’s,” Harry huffed, hand releasing your hair. Arms wrapped around your middle as you felt his face tuck into the curve of your neck.

“Yours,” you mumbled incoherently as he thrust hard and fast. One arm braced you against the table, the other reaching back to comb through Harry’s hair, mewling as he hit a particularly sensitive place. “Daddy~!” you whined, hips pressing back to meet each thrust. “Right there,” You gasped.

“Okay baby,” Harry breathed, hand sliding down your curves to your hip to keep that angle. Your cries grew in volume as he abused that sensitive spot and soon you couldn’t hold back. “Daddy…..oh god….Daddy! Daddy I’m…oh!…oh god!….oh…fuck!…fuck!…..Daddy!” Head tossing back, your grip on Harry’s hair tightened as your walls clenched hard around his cock. Your orgasm crashed into you in waves, entire body trembling as you mewled Harry’s name.

His orgasm was right behind yours, cock twitching with each thick rope he coated your walls with. Hard thrusts slowed to a halt as the two of you slumped against the desk. Silence encompassed your tired forms as your hearts settled and breathing regulated.

“Babe?” you hummed, turning in what small space you were allowed.

“Mmm?” Harry mumbled, face still tucked (happily) in the curve of your neck.

“…..Can I borrow some clothes?” you asked softly, voice unable to breach a whisper.

“Oh now you want to be covered?” Harry quipped, peeking at you with a smirk in his eyes.

“Harry…” you whined, only to feel his chuckle rumbled against your back.

“From now on, that outfit is only for me to see,” he grumbled, partially serious as lips met in a gentle kiss.

“Yes Daddy,” you muttered softly, giggling at the way his eyes dilated at the name.

Yeah, Harrison Wells was going to hell….but at least he had you until then.