The Jake Problem - Part 2 (Jake Lockley X F!reader Smut) 18+

Take a Hint - BamBam Smut

Pairing: BamBam + F Reader

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Knife play, Dom Bam Bam, Exhibitionism, Threats, Mafia AU, Degradation.

Another meeting. Bam was getting irritated real fast, the amount of unwanted attention you were receiving pissing him off. You were the boss. A powerful woman who could have a man on his knees with nothing more than a look. But you were his. You were his and he never liked sharing.

Of course, that didn’t really matter in that moment. You couldn’t have people knowing that. He, however, could make sure that YOU knew it.

His hand crept toward your leg, resting on your knee as you spoke to your business partners sat in the booth around the two of you. He didn’t move when you’d first taken notice, giving you the impression that it was simple affection.

He waited until you were deep into a conversation about petty gang activity, to make his move. He slowly shifted his hand further up toward your thigh, Unnoticed until you felt the sudden sting of his neatly trimmed nails digging into your skin, your skirt doing nothing to protect you from his ministrations. It was when everyone shifted their focus toward Jackson that you finally took a chance to call him out.

“What are you trying to do? Get us caught?”

Your eyes scanned the table to make sure nobody saw you. His fingers trailed further until you were forced to choke back your moans, a smirk painting his face as he rubbed circles on your clit over your underwear.

“Is that what you want, Princess? Maybe you’d like to be caught. Have everyone see how willing you are. You’re mine, and you’re not going to forget that.”

You wanted to shoot him a snarky response but instead found yourself pulled back into the conversation. It was bearable, the slow motions not being enough to have you losing control.

You thought you were safe until Jackson decided to open his mouth.

“So, Baby Doll, when are you gonna let me take you out?”

Immediately, Bam was pressing two of his fingers into you, his jealousy getting the best of him, determined to torture you until you fell apart. You choked on your drink, half assing an excuse to try and cover yourself.

“Jesus christ. You really don’t do subtlety.”

You were trying to get a grip, silently gasping as Bam worked his fingers in you. You gave up, standing and forcing his hands to drop.

You politely excused yourself, saying you were feeling rather sick and needed to leave. Jackson shot you a pout, kissing your cheek and saying his goodbyes.

You kept a tight grip on Bam’s arm, finding yourself pinned to a cold concrete wall as soon as you were outside. He was amused by the cold glare you offered him, daring to ghost his lips over your throat.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

You could feel him growl against your skin.

“My problem? My problem? What’s HIS problem? He can’t take a fucking hint?”

You didn’t see him grabbing for his pocket knife, suddenly feeling the cold metal of the blade pressed to your throat.

“Let me tell you what’s gonna happen, Kitten. Daddy is gonna take you home now and when we get there, you’re going to strip and get on your hands and knees.”

His leg slipped between yours, his thigh pressing hard against you.

“Then you’re gonna call pretty boy and tell him that you’re not interested while Daddy pounds your pretty little pussy. Understood?”

You just nodded, your mind going blank and forgetting that you were mad.

“That’s my little slut. Go.”

He shoved you in the direction of his car, thanking the stars that you’d let him drive you tonight. He toyed with you as he drove, his fingers teasing your clit until you’d completely soaked through your underwear, dangerously close to messing up his seats.

“It’s almost too easy to turn you into a dirty little mess. I bet he’d kill to see you like this.”

The only thing on your mind was fucking yourself down on his fingers. You whined out loud when he pulled them away, not registering that you were home now.

“shhh. You can survive a few minutes without being filled.”

You were whining impatiently by the time you got inside, desperate for anything as the two of you made your way to the bedroom. He didn’t wait for you to get through the door, his hand planting on your back and pushing you forward so that you stumbled to the end of your bed.

You took your time stripping yourself of your clothing, only serving to make him more frustrated. A whimper left your lips as you felt him shoving you onto the bed, manipulating you until you were in the position he wanted with you head pressed against your pillow and your ass positioned firmly against his aching cock.

You were whimpering consistently now, your need growing with every touch and every trace of his fingers against your skin. You heard the sound of his belt buckle clink as he rushed to get his pants down, a hand pressed between your shoulder blades keeping you in position for him.

The weight of your phone being dropped in your hand barely registered until his voice cut through your own sounds.

“Now, baby. You remember what you have to do, don’t you? Be a good girl and maybe I can give you what you want.”

You almost wanted to cry, your own frustration surfacing as you quickly searched your contacts for the number he wanted.

You pressed ‘call’ and waited, finding yourself caught of guard when the call was picked up in the first few rings.

“I was hoping you’d call.”

The voice on the other end chimed, his tone dripping with certain suggestion. Jackson’s voice would have made you angry if you weren’t caught off guard by Bam slipping his thick length inside of you in one long stroke.

You didn’t bother attempting to cover up the high pitched moan that left your lips, knowing that was what Bam wanted. You could hear Jackson asking if you were okay on the other end as you picked the phone back up

“I-uh shh- I actually needed to talk to you.”

You felt teeth pressing against your shoulder as a hand snuck its way from between your shoulder blades to the front of your throat, wrapping around and barely adding pressure to the sides. The groan that came from you just as Jackson was asking what you wanted to talk about had Bam snickering as he marked your shoulder.

“I need to tell you tha- hnnn fu- that i’d really -mmph- appreciate it if we -uh- could keep our relationship professio- fuck- professional.”

You were struggling with every word, Bam’s deep thrust making you wanna melt into a pliant puddle. Bam heard Jackson’s noise of protest and decided to up the stakes, finally allowing himself some vocal release as he groaned into your shoulder before moving to your neck, the sound not being missed by your third wheel.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

Huffing, you dropped the phone beside you and pressed the speaker button.

“I’m just, uh, I”m-“

Bam cut in, his possessive side rearing its head.

“She’s doing what her Daddy told her to do. Being a good little fucktoy and telling you that she isn’t fucking interested.”

You were surprised that he could keep his voice so steady, but even more so you were grateful that his outburst had prompted Jackson to hang up, immediately burying your face in your pillow as bam continued thrusting into you. You were both so close now.

“Good girl.”

His voice dripped like honey against your neck as he tugged you up and pressed you against him, his hand slipping to your clit to rub small fast circles.

“Why don’t you cum for me now, Baby.”

That was what you’d been waiting for. You let go, your head falling back against him as your orgasm came crashing down on you, his own following as you clenched around him and it became almost impossible to move.

He let go of you, letting you collapse on the bed as he pulled out. He got up for a few seconds to pull back the covers on the other side of the bed before he gently slid you over and tucked you in, following the course and tucking you into his side as you mumbled.

“I’m all yours.”

Got7 Reactions: You‘re pregnant

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AN: feel free to request anything you want

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Mark:

Him being the oldest, wouldn‘t really be affected too much by your accidental pregnancy, as he would be a great dad anyways. But of course, that wouldn‘t stop you from being nervous. But as soon as you tell him a huge gummy smile will appear on his beautiful face. He will hug you, place kisses all over your face and tell you how excited he is.

„Aren‘t you… mad or something?“ you asked, but he just laughed it off. „Why would I? This is great, I‘m going to be a father of a child who has an amazing mom!“

Jaebum:

Similar to Mark, Jaebum would be a great dad, and you knew he would, but as he is really busy being on tour, producing music and all that kind of stuff, you decided to wait a little and keep that information to yourself, trying to figure out whether to keep the child or not. (But then you remember that abortion would never be an option for you okokokokok) But your smart boyfriend will find out sooner that you hoped, as he noticed your weird behavior and ended up finding your pregnancy test.

„So you thought that you were able to hide such big news from me?“ he asked in a serious tone, raising one brow at you. „I- uh- I was scared you would leave me.“ you mumbled and he would just shake his head, then embrace you into a hug. „I would never do that.“

Jackson:

We all know that Jackson would be excited as hell. You weren‘t even scared to tell him, as you knew he loved children and he always kept on telling you home much he wanted a son to teach his dance moves to and a daughter to protect. He kept on telling you how excited he was to scare of all the boys who want to date his daughter and all that stuff. So when you told him, he literally fell onto his knees and started crying out of happiness. „Omg jagi, Thank you for having a functional uterus.“

Jinyoung:

This. Man. Is. Amazing. With. Children.

Just like the other boys, he would be a great dad. And you were about to tell him but he was quicker. He found out by the way you acted, the way you ate and all of that stuff. And he knew because you never refused sex for like 3 months which alarmed him as he was confused when you would finally start your period.

„I think we need to talk,“ is how he started the conversation. Of course, you would think of the worst, „I think you‘re pregnant.“ he added, making you breath out loudly. „I thought you were going to break up holy sh- but yes, I am.“ you said, making him frown. „Why didn‘t you tell me?“ he asked and you smiled. „I was going to tell you tomorrow on our date but you were faster.“

Youngjae:

Youngjae is a v soft boy, we all know that. So you were too scared to tell him when you found out. You knew there were two options in how he would react. He would either be extremely happy and get super excited… or he would panic and freak out. After nervously pacing up and down in the boys dorm, Youngjae noticed how tense you were and asked you if everything was fine. You told him to sit down with you, he did but you kept pacing around, making him nervous as well. „You wanna break up or something?“ he asked, making you shake your head. „I‘m pregnant!“ You blurted out, regretting it soon after. At first he looked shocked, but then soon enough started jumping up and down in excitement. „This is great!!!!“

Bambam:

We all know this would happen. Because Bambam can‘t control the lower part of his body. All you have to do is touch his leg and soon after you would be banged on any sort of object near by. Condoms? Never heard of that. You told him multiple times that one day you‘ll be pregnant and he just told you that it wouldn‘t matter. So when you actually were pregnant, you weren‘t really surprised or scared. You would actually walk up to Bam, hitting the back of his head, yelling at him. „See this is what happens when you don‘t put on a condom!“ showing him the test. His eyes would widen and he would actually cry out of happiness, saying „Oh yes in 9 months you wont be the only one calling me Daddy.“ while hugging your tummy.

Yugyeom:

Yugyeom was still young, you were even younger. So when you held your fifth pregnancy test in your hand, reading ‘positive’ you freaked out, sitting on the bathroom floor crying. You were 100% sure if Yugyeom found out he would break up with you. He wouldn‘t have time for a child, nor would his management allow him to keep the child. I mean, they already forced you to keep your relationship a secret. You decided to not tell Yugyeom, to keep it a secret and hide it as long as possible, no one knew just you and your plushies, but the time has come and your tummy grew bigger, and bigger. You knew this was an idiotic idea but you just couldn‘t do an abortion, nor did you want anyone to know. So when Mark walked over to you, asking you if you were pregnant, you lost your shit and started crying. This obviously caught Yugyeoms attention and you blurted out, that you were 5 months pregnant and too scared to tell Yugyeom. Well dis bitch heard and it confronted you about it. „Why would you hide it? Of course I will support you, I mean, why wouldn‘t I? I know we‘re young but keep in mind, the child will have two parents and 6 boys who keep an eye on him/her.“

“Therapy”

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,180

A/N: *sigh* My sweet Youngjae. I had a quick idea and I felt like he would fit this role just because I think he is good at hiding shit behind that adorable smile of his lol.

Two voices ricocheted off the walls of an empty room, yours and your coworker, Suzy. This was the norm for both of you during a break away from working. You would come into her office and chat with her but it was mostly to bounce ideas off each other but you both would end up discussing every topic under the sun. From work to what was happening on in the outside world.

“… yeah so long story short, my mother is coming to stay with me a couple weeks. That should be very interesting.” Suzy stated, tossing her hand up in a bored manner. “So, what’s been going on with you? How’s your future husband?”

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badboy!yeonjun x innocent!reader 

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when your teacher asked you to tutor in the beginning of the school year, you were hesitant even then. 

you knew that it meant your lunch period and one study hall for the day were gonna be completely booked, helping younger kids grasp the basic idea that the mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell.

but then you met one young girl desperate to pass her first test in october and knew your teacher had gotten you, sending a small, defeated smile her way as you gave her the okay to put your name on the list. 

you didn’t expect to come back from winter break with the news that the next student you’d be tutoring wasn’t a sweet 7th grade girl but none other than choi yeonjun. 

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continuation of the babysitter storyline where single dilf vision and reader continue to explore relations between synthezoids and humans 

porn with plot, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, hickies, vaginal penetration 

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Ride Me

PAIRING: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Reader

SUMMARY: You were always fascinated by Ben’s tentacles and he noticed that. Now he’s going to use that information to his advantage

GENRE: Smut.

WARNINGS: Fem-Reader, lewd, riding tentacles, degrading and praising

WORD COUNT: 980 words

You were always fascinated by Ben’s tentacles. Like how do they work? How does he summon them? Does he feel pain when someone hurts on or the tentacles? How can he summon a specific number of tentacles? Can he summon more than 4 tentacles? And a lot more questions are always roaming on your mind.

Whenever Ben used his tentacles you couldn’t help but stare at them. They were amazing. The way he could control them even if they weren’t part of his body. You tried to be as cautious as possible when looking at his tentacles, but of course he noticed. At first he thought that maybe you were shocked or scared of them, but the more he used them, the more he realized that it was all the opposite. You were admitting them. So he decided to use them whenever he could. Being the person he was, he loved being admired and you were giving that to him.

Of course your thoughts didn’t stop there. The thought of him using the tentacles on you was something you really wanted but you were scared to even suggest to him something like that. What if he felt hurted and thought that you weren’t satisfied at all with only him? So you kept your thoughts to yourself. On the other side, Ben wanted the same. He normally uses his tentacles most of the time and he has been wanting to use them on you for quite some time now but he didn’t know how to come to you with the idea. Yeah, you loved the tentacles, but what if you had limits with them? Life was too short to keep only wondering. And it all came to one day while making out with Ben.

Ben was kissing you passionately, something you really enjoyed since most of the time he was just needy, not that you complained. You didn’t even notice when all of your clothes were on the floor of his room, the kisses he was giving you left you dizzy. You started to leave wet kisses on his neck but he stopped you.

“Wait. I want to try something” you could hear doubt in his voice. As if he was scared of what he was about to do. You wanted to ask about what he was talking about but the tentacle coming out of him caught you by surprise. “Ride it” you were surprised. You stayed in silence for a while, looking at the tentacle that was in front of you. Looking at your response, or well, lack of it, Ben decided to take the matter into his hands.

“Didn’t you hear me? I told you to ride the tentacle” you looked at him in disbelief. Another tentacle came out of Ben, this one wrapping around your waist, making you get up a little bit so the other one could slide between your body and Ben’s. You didn’t need the tentacle guidance to know what to do next. You descended on top of the tentacle. The coldness of the tentacle made you shiver at the contact. “Go on, ride it like the good girl you are” you didn’t need to be told twice. You started to move slowly, noticing the difference from when you rode his leg or his cock. It felt wet, not only your juices help you slide better through the length of the tentacle, but the gooey substance that coated the tentacle was also helping. The sounds were filthy, and that only made you more turned on than you already were.

Ben was staring at you. The way you moved at your own pace, giving yourself the pleasure you needed, the way your face showed the pleasure you were providing yourself, your chest coming up and down due to your erratic breathing, the way you looked into his eyes while riding one of his tentacles. God, you were so hot. Ben grabbed the back of your neck, kissing you. The tentacle around your waist started to move your hips faster. You moaned into the kiss. Ben realized that at any moment you would cum. He managed to move the tentacle you were riding, making the pleasure stronger.

“That’s it slut, cum for me. Be a good girl and cum on my tentacle like the needy whore you are” it took only a few more seconds and you came on the tentacle, your whole vision blurred and heat waves were going through your whole body. A soft moan came out of you. The view of you cumming was a view Ben never grew tired of. And it made him proud to be the reason for your pleasure.

Ben gave you small pecks, praising how good you were for him. Always saying as you were told. Again, the tentacle around your waist moved you up, and you felt the tentacle you just used to get yourself off playing with your entrance.

“Ben…”

“Just do this for me, ok?” How could you say no to him? You nodded and the tentacle started to enter inside you. Your mouth opened up, it felt good. The irregular form of the tentacle managed to fill you up perfectly, but you still preferred his cock. The tentacle started to move in and out of you making you feel overwhelmed due to your previous orgasm. Ben reached for your clit, rubbing it, helping you get closer and closer to your high. It was just too much.

“So tight… it doesn’t matter how many times I fuck you, you still manage to be as tight as possible” his words were what you need. You came around the tentacle.

“That’s my good girl” Ben’s tentacles got off of your body, making you collapse on his body. He held you. You could feel him leave kisses all over your face. Using his tentacles on you was definitely something he’s going to do more often.

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Sharing is Caring (I)

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: A mission has both Miguel and you sharing a room… what could possibly go wrong?

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’hara x spider-woman!reader

18+. ‘There’s only one bed’ trope. Dry humping. Fangs. Wet dreams. Love bites. Miguel in denial of his lust for the reader, but secretly touch starved.

You glanced at the watch on your wrist, suppressing a yawn.

Three in the morning had rolled around, and there were still no signs of the anomaly. Miguel O’hara stood by the hotel window, gazing into the distance through narrowed and ever-watchful crimson eyes.

He was also not showing any signs of stopping for the night, but you were already far too sleep deprived to go on.

“Miguel…” you said miserably, sinking into the bouncy matress. “We should get some rest. We’ve been at this for hours…”

His face hardened slightly. “Get some rest, then. I’m staying up.”

Impossible man.

He was as relentless as he was stubborn. Once he had his mind set on something, there wasn’t much one could do to talk him out of it. He always had to have his way.

“We have sensors scattered all around the perimeter,” you said, feeling every last ounce of patience leave your body. “Any movement and we’ll be on it.”

This time he turned his head to you. “Sleep,” he grumbled, positioning himself closer to the windowsill, but just out of range of the raindrops that began to fall hard outside.

You exhaled in defeat. “Suit yourself.”

The bed squeaked as you moved to find a comfortable spot, eagerly flopping onto your back, facing the bland ceiling of the poorly lit room.

“The bed’s really comfy,” you said with a sigh of sheer relief, feeling the soft material dig into your sore muscles pleasingly. “You’re missing out.”

“The bed’s too small,” he said simply.

Right.

Trust Miguel O’hara to find flaws in anything whenever it's convenient.

"Don’t be ridiculous," you scoffed, earning an intense glare from him. “We can totally fit here.”

“Uncomfortably, yes.”

You bit the inside or your cheek to keep yourself from mumbling a snarky reply, deciding not to push it and dive into a never-ending argument. You knew better than to do that with him.

Miguel suffered from chronic last word syndrome.

You exhaled noisily, as you pulled the soft sheet up to your shoulder before flipping onto your side to face the wall, ready for a much well deserved break from this boring mission.

Thankfully, the pouring rain outside presented itself perfectly, lulling you into a state of relaxation, and you felt your eyelids heavy as you drifted into sleep.

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You weren't sure what time you awoke, but the room was now engulfed in darkness, with only the moonlight casting a dim light through the window.

The bed was dipped lightly behind you, and you glanced over your shoulder to find Miguel sleeping on his side. He had retracted his digital suit and you were now faced with his broad bare back.

You had never been in such close proximity with him, let alone in this state of nakedness, which had your stomach do a sudden flip. But both of you were beyond tired, so you told yourself to go back to sleep.

But then you heard it.

A soft grunt coming from him made you look over again. The muscles in his back twitched lightly with each breath. But something was off. his breathing was harsh and erratic, as if he was in a state is distress.

Another low and throaty moan was heard.

Was he having a nightmare?

He suddenly flipped onto his back and you were met with his bare chest, covered midway by the flimsy sheet you both shared. His face was twisted into a light frown, eyed firmly shut, but mouth parted, revealing his protruding fangs.

That was odd... Miguel wouldn't bare his fangs lightly unless the occasion called for it during missions.

But then your eyes traveled down his body to find a tent rising in his lower half, and your eyes nearly bulged out.

Miguel O'hara's cock was pressing against the fabric proud and erect. The faint lighting was enough for you to make out the growing wet stain. From time to time, his hips would buck instinctively, causing a few beads of precum to seep through.

Oh.

You had nearly forgotten Miguel wore nothing under his suit.

Your mouth went suddenly very dry at the realisation that Miguel was actually having a wet dream.

Maybe you were the one dreaming, because the alternative just felt too much to be true. Witnessing the Miguel O'hara in such a vulnerable and intimate position was not something you had on your bucket list, for sure.

Did you find him attractive? Yes. Would you gladly fuck all that grumpiness out of him if given the chance? Definitely.

So now you were torn on what to do. Should you wake him up? Should you just try to ignore the pant and grunts that kept spilling from his mouth? Should you also ignore the way your clit was now pulsing?

But the answer came with him moaning your name.

Your eyes widened and you gasped, immediately flinching away from him, turning to face the wall, heart drumming fast and in unison with your clit.

Before you could fully process the initial shock, a second one quickly followed as you felt him shift next to you to swing a strong arm over your waist. The top half of your suit had ridden upwards from all the commotion, and goosebumps immediately spread across the point of contact between him and you.

"Miguel..." you whispered, too afraid to make a sudden move.

He hummed softly, his large hand pressed flat against your tummy, as he pulled you closer into him, his breath hitting a sensitive spot just below your ear. But what truly made you jolt against him was when his cock came into contact with your ass.

At this point, you knew you had to brace yourself somehow, because you were too far gone to fight the overwhelming wave of pleasure that washed over you. It hit you slowly at first, and then all at once, as he slowly jerked his hips into you.

You were essentially trapped between his large body and the wall, leaving you with no choice but to press your hand against the latter, trying to steady yourself as he picked up the pace.

He mumbled your name under his laboured breath once again, rubbing his cock harder against you, the unmistakable spill of precum now coating your skin.

Your eyes were fixed on your fingers that soon curled into a fist against the wall from the jaw-dropping sensation, and you couldn't stop yourself from undulating your body to match his.

"Miguel..." you groaned in a miserable attempt at waking him up.

His hand slid up and below your covered breasts, his thumb dipping inside the tight fabric of your suit.

You immediately clenched around nothing, and felt your own wetness drip into your underwear.

There was only so much one could take. The voice of reason inside you was telling you to put an end to this right away, but you were not one to listen to reason, especially when you had Miguel O'hara humping you desperately.

His hand slid down to the hem of the bottom half of your suit and began to tug at it.

That was enough to snap you from the haze of lust. "Miguel!"

The reaction was immediate and you found yourself quickly being flipped onto your back and pressed firmly into the mattress, arms pinned above your head, as a breathless Miguel positioned himself on top of you, baring his fangs.

"Miguel... it's me," you said, eyed meeting his crimson ones. "You were..." your voice immediately died down as you felt the weight of the underside of his cock pressed firmly against your covered clit.

The grip on your wrists loosened and his eyes narrowed as confusion settled on his face. "What..."

You were trying your best to ignore his heavy cock, but failed miserably with a whimper, eyes snapping shut and your back arching reflexively.

Miguel grunted from the friction, and you felt him press further into you. "What are you doing?"

With a roll of your hips, you moaned. "Me? You were having a wet dream about me and dry humping me..."

His face drew near yours. "Nonsense."

"It's true..." you whispered shakily, yearning for more.

He moaned again, his balance faltering momentarily, head dropping next to your face. "I would never think of you that way."

You weren't entirely sure why he was now saying this, while still firmly pressed against you.

"Why not?"

He grazed his fangs along your neck. "You're too annoying."

"Then how do you explain that hard cock?"

"Biology," he groaned, hips jerking slowly.

Somehow, his refusal to accept his lust for you only served to fuel yours for him. His subconscious had dragged him earlier into a wet dream about you, and he wouldn't never be able to square this circle.

"So we should stop," you teased, dragging your soaked suit along his cock.

He stilled you with one hand, teasing your skin with his fangs once more. "Yes."

"Then stop."

"Hmm."

His lips latched on to your pulse point, sucking lightly, as one hand beside your head held his weight above you, and the other snaking in between your bodies.

"Let me just feel it... with nothing in the way," he grumbled after tearing away from your skin, and probably marking you with a hickey.

"Why?" you moaned, feeling your clit throbbing uncontrollably. "I'm too annoying."

He pulled the fabric down at once, visibly impatient. "Too annoying."

And when you felt his cock settle between your soaked folds, you jerked with a gasp. Miguel shuddered and glanced down along the length of your body. You followed his motion and were presented with the most alluring sight ever.

His cock lay neatly settled against your, strings of precum drooling from the tip and onto your skin, letting you know his body craved more.

"We should stop now," he said with a feral grunt rumbling from his throat.

You began to roll your hips to have your clit slide effortlessly along his cock, wet sounds filling the room. "You don't want to."

The way he snapped into you next almost had the tip at your entrance, earning a gasp from you.

"I do."

"Then why don't you?" you pouted, caressing his face and having him lean into your touch.

"Biology."

And as he closed the remaining distance with a searing kiss, his tip slipped past without much obstacle as your wetness mixed with his made it way easier. You felt the air in your lungs being crushed by the sudden stretch and you immediately parted your lips from his to let out a strained groan.

He was too thick.

"Just the tip, then," you panted against his lips.

He remained still inside you. "You can take more than that."

Probably, but all the teasing and unintentional foreplay had dragged you so close to the edge you feared you might combust before he buried himself balls deep.

Miguel proceeded to plant persuasive pecks along your jawline and down to your neck. "You can bite down on my shoulder, if it helps."

Your eyes widened at the proposal, and you nearly jerked into him, the promise of struggling to take all of him being way too alluring.

"Okay... but I'm too close..."

"I know."

He positioned himself and your lips brushed against his shoulder, before sinking your teeth into the flesh, and that was enough to signal him to slide in deeper.

You tried to easy the pressure on his skin, but the stretch was too overwhelming and he next thing you knew, your fingers were clawing at his back.

"Stop clenching...." he moaned and you detected despair in his voice.

You would if you could, but the friction was too good to turn down.

He growled in your ear, one hand gripping your knee to further spread you open for him. “Almost there, cariño..."

And just as you were finally beginning to easy your grip around him to fully accommodate him, the obnoxious sound of an alarm flared across the room, lighting up your travel watches.

Fuck...

The fucking anomaly...

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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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four christmases

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings:  Slight Violence, Angst, Fluff, Smut - Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Slight Breeding Kink && SPOILERS

Word Count: 15,992

Description: CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE FILM. You’ve been working for the Thrombeys for four years now, the last three years of your service being a glorified babysitter to the most annoying, self-absorbed, dickhead Hugh Ransom Drysdale. These are the four Christmases you’ve spent with the Thrombey/Drysdale clan during your times of service. 

A/N: This story is brought to you by season 4 of Schitt’s Creek and maybe 12 cups of coffee. It felt like it took forever to write, but I’m happy to bring it to you. This is the follow up for my other Ransom one-shot ‘the assistant’. I hope you guys like it! 

the assistant 

2018

What a fucking asshole. 

“You have to be there, it’s your job.” Ransom huffed indignantly. You rolled your eyes from the passenger seat of his beamer, tablet open in your lap as you scrolled through your sister’s amazon wishlist. 

“I have a family too Ransom. I can’t just abandon my own family on Christmas just because you can’t get along with yours.” His knuckles turned white against the gear shift. Nothing else mattered, only him it seemed, and his whining Mommy complex. 

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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

read part one here.

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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