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Tease P2

Title: Tease P2

Fandom: The Sandman

Pairings: Morpheus X Reader

Summary: Continuation of Tease P1

Age Rating: 18+

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Morpheus weaved between the bookshelves so easily as you chased him, with every turn you caught a sly smirk on his lips. You finally cornered him at a dead-end row of bookcases. Morpheus knew this library better than anyone, there was an accident in this dead-end.

‘You think you can just do all of that a leave me there?’ you growled, blocking his way and ignoring the suspicious feeling at the back of your mind.

‘I have done nothing.’ he smirked, his voice as calm and cool as ever.

‘Don’t give me any of that crap, you sly bastard. I know-’ before you could finish your sentence, Morpheus grabbed your wrist and pulled you forward, moving out of the way so that he could throw you against the wall, caging you in.

‘I am the Lord of Dreams, Ruler of the Dreaming and your King. You dare call me a bastard?’ his voice was low, warning you to tread carefully. But the smirk across his lips said differently. You smiled up at him, standing up on your tiptoes to put yourself as close to him as possible.

‘I only speak the truth, my King.’ you whispered the last words, stretching your neck as much as you could to put your lips millimetres away from his. Morpheus said nothing, closing the gap between you and pressing his lips to yours. His hands cupped your cheeks, holding your face still as he pressed his body against yours. You slipped your arms beneath his coat and around his torso. When he finally pulled away you were breathless.

‘Do you dare to say that again?’ he whispered, his nose brushing against yours. You swallowed, staring up at him through your lashes.

‘You, my king, are a teasing bastard.’ you spoke, the corner of your lips curving up into a smile. With your final words said, Morpheus spun you around to face the wall, grabbing your hips and pulling your ass outwards.

‘I think you need to be taught a lesson.’ He mumbled, grabbing the waistband of your trousers and pulling them down to your knees, and panties too. You gasped at his actions and shivered as his cold hands ran along your skin, soothing you into a false sense of security. You were quickly brought out of it when you felt his hand on your backside, a firm slap jolted your hips forward. He did the same to your other cheek, making you yelp.

Morpheus knelt down behind you, his face level with your backside, his hands gently moving over the red marks he had left on your skin, almost a perfect handprint, a blurred pink mark on the other.

‘I love your skin…’ he whispered, ‘so receptive to my hand, waiting so patiently for me to make my mark.’ He wasn’t talking to you anymore, he was simply thinking out loud as his hands moved down to your thighs, making you squirm and wiggle your ass to him.

‘And practically begging to be touched again.’ He chuckled, his hand glided back up your thigh, one hand moving inward so that he could run his thumb along your pussy lips, gathering the wetness that came from his light spanking and teasing.

’Already wet for me?’ He teased, ‘and you said I was the tease.’

‘What do you think caused this?’ You tried to retort back, but it came out more as a whine than a witty retort.

‘Well then, maybe I am a little teasing.’ You could almost hear the smirk on his lips as he spoke, but you didn’t have a chance to retort back to him. His hand left your thigh and disappeared between your thighs, his finger instantly finding your clit and rubbing circles on it.

The act almost made your knees buckle, a moan slipped past your lips and you tried to clasp onto anything, but you could only find the wall in front of you. Morpheus switched his fingers to his thumb, his fingers moving along your pussy lips to gather the wetness before easily sliding into you, two fingers disappeared into your pussy up to the knuckle, slowly pulling out again before pushing back, creating a slow rhythm for him to work too, enjoying the sound of moans and whines that dripped from your lips.

Morpheus knew exactly what to do, how to rile you up so easily, how to keep the rhythm perfect so that it would build up your pleasure, push you right to the edge but not over. Leaving you a wanting mess waiting for his mercy. This time was no different, his pace was slow enough to build you up, and push you right to the edge of an orgasm, but the way he kept taking his thumb off of your clit, stopping you from falling over that edge until you couldn’t take it anymore.

‘Morpheus… please…’ you whined, bucking your hips backwards, attempting to get his thumb back onto your clit.

‘What do you need from your Teasing Bastard of a king?’ He mused, not stopping his pace.

‘I’m sorry…’ you whined, giving in to him completely, ‘I’m sorry I called you names, my King, I promise I’ll be good.’ The words fell from your lips so easily, giving in from just his fingers, it was no use trying to fight him.

‘Good girl.’ He praised, ‘no more disrespect?’

‘Never.’ You breathed, bucking your hips back again, this time Morpheus followed, placing this thumb back onto your clit and rubbing, his fingers speeding up enough to finally push you over the edge.

The second your orgasm hit Morpheus was on his feet, his fingers still inside you and his thumb still on your clit, but his free arm wound around your waist to keep you upright, your whole body shaking and thrusting with his fingers as he coaxed you through your orgasm until you were nothing more than a puddle in his arms. When he finally pulled out of you, you felt almost empty but wanted more.

‘Morpheus,’ you whispered, but he shushed you, slowly turning you around so that you could lean against the wall. You slowly slid down to sit on the floor and Morpheus quickly joined you, slinging his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. You both sat there in silence for a moment, enjoying one another’s company until Lucienne’s voice rang through the library.

‘Y/N? Y/N where are you?’ Morpheus chuckled as you jumped up, pulling your trousers back up and looking down at him.

‘Why are you still on the floor?’ You asked, pulling Morpheus to his feet.

‘Because I do not fear Lucienne as you do.’ He laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. ‘You better go, she sounds mad.’ He teased, walking away from you and disappearing between the shelves.

‘Where have you been?’ Lucienne’s voice made you jump and spin a round. Lucienne didn’t look to happy.

‘I’ve been putting the books away.’ You lied, Lucienne hummed at you, rolling her eyes.

‘Your zipper is undone.’ She noted, ‘put the books away properly, no distractions.’ She said as she walked away. You quickly pulled up your zipper, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

No distractions? Easier said than done.

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Masterlist!

Bullet Train:

Tangerine

One Last Job

Sugar Daddy

Shush

Just You TRY and Ignore me

Sandman

Morpheus

Tease P1

The Devil in The Basement P1 | P2 | P3 | P4 | P5 | P6 | P7

Soul Music

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

These Means She's Mine

You're Mine

Desperate

Billy Hargrove

Scream My Name

Gone Bad

Steve Harrington

Why Don't You Like Me? P1 | P2

Let Me Make It Up To You

Don't Talk

The Boys

Billy Butcher

Who Do You Belong to?

Control

Solider Boy

Returns P1 | P2

Marvel

Loki

Speak

Bucky Barnes

Thigh Rider

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

My Last Wishes

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Dr Who

Sherlock (TV Show & Films)

Marvel (Any & all)

Bullettrain

Sandman

Stranger Things

Peaky Blinders

Gotham

Once Upon a Time

Castings for any of those shows.

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Soul Music

Title: Soul Music

Fandom: The Sandman

Pairings: Morpheus X Reader

Summary: A song from the soul will attract your soulmate

Age Rating: 16+

Word Count: 779

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Morpheus walked through the quiet streets, he always liked it here at night, when all the people were asleep and enjoying themselves in the dreaming. It seemed to be the one place where he could be at peace, the one place where everyone slept at the same time and dreamt together. Almost everyone. 

Most nights when he came to this street it was peaceful, but there were some nights when the silence was broken, not with the sound of rain or animals, but with a single symphony echoing through the streets. It was a beautiful sound, one that Morpheus never grew tired of. 

The sound of a violin echoed through the streets on many nights, whoever was playing it was a troubled sleeper. When he first started walking these streets he would be lucky to hear it once a week. But recently, it was almost every night. Morpheus would wander the streets trying to find the source of the sound, every moment he grew closer to the sound it would stop, almost as if whoever it was could tell he was looking for them. 

Tonight, however, was different. The music grew louder the closer he got with no signs of stopping. He almost ran through the streets, fearful it could stop at any moment until finally, he found it, the source. High up on a balcony was a light, a shadow cast onto the street of a figure holding a violin, swaying as they played the music. Using his dust, he took himself to the balcony, hidden in the shadows. It was a woman playing, standing in the middle of her balcony and playing from a music sheet in front of her. She turned to face him, unaware he was in the shadows and watching her. For a moment he stared at her beauty, but he couldn’t help himself, he stepped forward, out of the shadows and into her view. The violin screeched to a halt as she screamed. 

READER POV

I couldn’t help but let out a shrill scream as a stranger man stepped out of the shadows.

‘Who are you?’ you gasped.

‘I am no one to be feared…’ 

‘You’re a crazy man on my balcony.’ you whispered, backing away from him slowly. 

‘I promise you I am not crazy.’ his voice was so calming, but you still couldn’t shake your own fear. 

‘You climbed up onto my balcony to listen to my music! That’s what crazy people do!’ 

‘I assure you I did not climb onto your balcony. You are too high up for anyone to climb that.’

‘Then you must have broken in!’ you tried to reason, but you already knew what he was going to say to you.

‘You were facing the door, you would have seen me.’ you were running out of rational arguments. 

‘I-I…’ you stumbled over your words, unsure what to say next.

‘I am Morpheus, Lord of Dreams and King of the Dreaming.’ he paused, waiting for you to respond, but you just stared. ‘I heard you playing the violin, you’re music was so beautiful. I had to find out who you were, I have spent many nights searching.’ 

‘Why are you wandering the streets at night?’ you thought out loud.

‘I am the Lord of Dreams. I have no need for sleep. The nighttime is when people’s thoughts are most active.’ he smirked at the end of his sentence and for a moment your shoulder’s relaxed.

‘The Lord of Dreams? Like the Sandman, the kid's story?’

‘I assure you I am no story.’ he stepped forward, expecting you to step back in fear, but you didn’t move. 

‘You followed my music here?’ you asked.

‘Yes, but I believe there was something else bring me here.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Do you believe in soul mates?’ he asked, you furrowed your brow.

‘Soulmates? I used to.’ you sighed, remembering all the times when you thought you had found your soulmate. 

‘What made you stop?’ he asked, his voice laced with concern.

‘Failure.’ you shrugged, looking down at the ground. 

‘I am sorry you experienced this. But in some ways I am glad.’

‘Glad?’ you scoffed.

‘Glad I was able to find you, with no other affairs needing to be taken care of.’ 

‘You’re funny.’ you chuckled, ‘soulmates don’t exist.’

‘You didn’t think I existed until moments ago.’ he smirked at you, you couldn’t help but laugh back at him.

‘Touche.’ 

‘Would you allow me to hear you play more?’ he smiled, gesturing towards the music stand. You sighed, pulling the violin up under your chin.

‘One song, then you need to tell me more about this Dream Lord stuff.’

‘Deal.’

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Title: Don’t Talk

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: Steve Harrington X Reader

Summary: you don’t hate, you love him, but it’s hard to tell him that when he flirts with every girl who walks through the door.

Age Rating: 18+

Word Count: 1569

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You stared at the Scops Ahoy storefront, your shift started in 5 minutes but you dreaded it. You had agreed to take Robin’s shift so that she could finally go on a date with the girl she’d been building the courage to ask out for weeks. You were happy to cover for Robin, but it just meant you’ve been working with him. Steve Harrington. Mr. Popular. You hated him… Actually, you loved him. But he had no interest in you. All he did all day was flirt with every girl over the counter. Every shift you had with him meant you had to watch it all happen.

He was never outwardly mean to you, but you couldn’t stand to watch it. Your attitude came out as snipped responses, and when you made sure to avoid shifts with him you were sure he thought you hated him. You sighed and walked into the building, immediately spotting Steve behind the counter, already flirting with some girl. When he spotted you, his smile dropped. You felt your heart break a little, but you just needed to power through.

‘Morning.’ you muttered, taking your place behind the counter to start scooping the ice cream. He didn’t say anything to you, just nodded as he turned back to the girls.

You rolled your eyes and continued making orders until the girls finally walked away.

‘So you finally got stuck on a shift with me, huh?’ Steve finally spoke to you.

‘What do you mean?’ You didn’t take your eyes off the ice cream flavours in front of you.

‘I’m not an idiot, Y/N, I can see you avoiding me, we haven’t had a shift together in weeks, you always excuse yourself when you, me and Robin hang out. It’s okay to say you don’t like me.’ Your head snapped up at his words.

‘It’s not like that.’ you quickly said, ‘it’s not that simple.’

‘So what? Your snapping at me, avoiding me. Robin seems to think you have so kind of crush on me but that’s ridiculous because that’s not how how people with crushes work-‘

‘Yeah because you know anything about having a crush.’ You scoffed, Steve glared at you.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘You don’t have crushes.’ You snapped, your works coming out before your brain had a chance to work properly. ‘The great Steve Harrington never has crushes, he just flirts with whatever piece of trash that walks through the doors.’

‘Hey, that’s not fair-‘ he tried to interrupt you but continued on.

‘You don’t even realise that something is right in front of you. Of course I don’t know how to talk to you. You’re almost perfect, but your just so arrogant, you can’t even tell-‘

You stopped when Steve suddenly grabbed your wrist, dragging you you into the back room.

‘We have customers!’ You tried to say, it Steve brushed the, off, the door slamming behind me and pushing me against the wall.

‘I tried to be nice. I tried to be kind, but you kept pushing my fucking buttons.’ He growled, it was the first time you had ever heard him swear. He had always tried to be gentlemanly around you, but now you had pushed him to his limit.

‘Steve, I-’ you tried to speak, but Steve covered your mouth with his hand.

‘No, you don’t get to talk anymore. You’ve done enough talking. Now you just nod or shake your head, got it?’ He snapped, and your eyes widened as you slowly nodded your head. Steve’s hand left your mouth and he sighed.

‘You want me, right?’ He asked, you ran your tongue along your lips and nodded. ‘You were just too chicken to tell me.’

‘I-’ you tried to speak, but Steve shot you a warning glare. Instead, you nodded.

‘So if I kissed you, you wouldn't push me away?’ He asked, you quickly nodded again, almost leaning into him. Steve leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, bracing his hand on the wall behind you and his other hand cupping your cheek. You lay your hands on his chest, slowly moving upwards to wrap around his neck, but Steve stops you.

‘Nu-uh.’ He teased, grabbing your wrists and pulling them off him. He took both of your wrists and pushed them above your head.

‘You’re on my terms now.’ He smirked, ‘Remember, nod or shake your head only.’ He reminded you, leaning back down to kiss you. You pursed your lips but Steve bypassed them completely, moving down to your neck and placing long, lingering kisses on your skin. You sighed contently and leaned your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck. He moved up and down your neck, placing gentle kisses and nips along your skin.

‘Would you let me leave a hickey?’ He asked, his lips still against your skin. You nodded, your eyes fluttering closed.

You gasped when you felt Steve’s teeth sink into your skin, lightly at first, but then he began to suck on your skin, leaving a dark mark on your skin. Once he was finished he pressed soft kisses on the bruise, making you giggle as he tickled your skin.

‘You’re a squirmer…’ he mumbled, moving down from your neck to your collarbone.

‘Nod or shake your head.’ He reminded you, you quickly nodded your head without opening your eyes, desperately wanting him to continue. He continued to kiss down until he reached the hem of your t-shirt.

He stood up straight again, brushing his nose up against yours.

‘Don’t move.’ He warned, his whole body leaving yours. You didn’t move from the position he left you in, but you opened your eyes to see him shutting the door and locking it.

‘There, privacy.’ He smiled triumphantly, turning back to you. His smile turned to a smirk when he saw you hadn’t moved. Your hands were still above you and your head was tilted to the side.

He placed himself back in position, only this time both his hands were on your hips, pulling you forward to press his lips to yours again. You let your hands drop around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair.

‘We don’t have too long.’ he whispered as he pulled away. Before you could say anything, Steve reached down to unbutton your trousers.

‘Are you okay with this?’ he asked, pausing before he reaches into your trousers. You quickly nodded, bucking your hips up slightly. Steve smiled down at you and slipped his hand into your trousers. His fingers were cold against your skin, but he worked quickly, slipping beneath your panties and to your pussy.

‘You gotta try and be quiet for me.’ he whispered his finger tapping against your clit and making you gasp. Happy with the reaction, he pushed his fingers down further, running his finger along your folds to gather your juices, pressing the tip of his finger against your entrance. You gasped and moaned, but Steve pressed his lips back to yours, swallowing any sounds you made as he repeated the action, bringing his finger back to your clit and down again.

You moaned into his mouth, gripping his shirt as your legs wobbled. With his fingers coated in your juices, he slowly pushed a single digit into your hole. You had to pull away from his lips and gasp as he did, your whole body tensing for a second before relaxing into him. He paused, his finger disappearing up to his knuckle, before pulling it back out and thrusting into you again. His other hand cupped your cheek, stopping you from pulling away and making sure to swallow every moan that slipped past your lips. You balled your fists into his shirt, your whole body beginning to shake as the pleasure began to build.

‘Steve…’ you whispered when you were finally able to pull away from his lips.

‘I said no words.’ He ordered, placing kisses on your neck. ‘Are you ready to cum?’ He asked, you quickly nodded, feeling Steves body press you harder against the wall.

‘Then cum.’ He whispered into your neck, his hand moving up from your cheek to cover your mouth. Steve kept thrusting into you with his fingers, pushing you over the edge to your orgasm. You cried out into Steve’s hand, your knees buckling beneath you, you would have fallen to the floor if it wasn’t for Steve’s body pressing against you. He continued to thrust into you, dragging out your orgasm until there was no energy left in you.

Steve slowly pulled out of you, his fingers leaving your panties completely. His fingers were coated with your juices and he immediately pulled them up to his lips, sucking his finger and humming as he tasted you. He leaned his forehead against yours, smiling as you panted and tried to catch your breath.

‘We better get back to work.’ He pressed a kiss to your lips and you could taste yourself on him.

‘Steve…’ you whispered again, unsure what else to say.

‘We’ll close up here and I’ll take you somewhere real nice.’

‘I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk after that.’ You chuckled.

‘I’ll cover you till you get your senses back.’ Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled away, exiting the back room quickly to return to customers.

This shift needed to end SOON.

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Just You TRY and Ignore me!

Title: Just you TRY and Ignore me

Fandom: Bullet Train

Pairings: Tangerine X Reader

Summary: Tangerine is working. You are horny. One of you has to give in.

Age Rating: 18+ 

Word Count: 1,275

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You stood in the doorway to his office, Tangerine was hunched over his desk, clicking at a computer and typing away for his next job. Usually, there would be a couple of weeks between his jobs and his ‘research stages’ that he would spend with you… in bed… naked. But he had come back from one job and straight onto another. That meant long hours in his office at his laptop. You tried to leave him be but you couldn’t help yourself. You stripped down naked and slipped one of you night shirts over your body. Tangerine loved these shirts, his hands easily undoing the buttons and slipping through your bare skin, your ass cheeks just barely peaking out from under the cotton. He wouldn’t be able to resist you like this.

You stood in the doorway for a moment, waiting for him to notice you. 

‘Tan?’ you eventually said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

‘I’m busy.’ he blew you off without even looking up from his desk. 

‘Are you sure?’ you whispered, hoping he would at least look at you.

‘I’ll be done in a few hours. Keep yourself busy.’ he muttered. You pouted, backing away to leave the room, when an evil idea popped into your head. 

You sat in the armchair opposite his desk, wondering if he had noticed you yet. You pulled your leg up and hooked it over the arm, revealing your pussy to the cold air. You shivered but continued your plans, reached down, you gathered some of your own wetness onto your fingers, rubbing them between your folds and moving up to your clit. A gasp slipped past your lips as you did, pulling his attention to you. His pen dropped as he looked up at you, sprawled out on the chair, your hand on your pussy.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ he growled, his not on your face, but on your fingers.

‘You said you were busy.’ you shrugged, swiping your fingers across your clit again and another gasp fell from our lips. You could see Tangerine tense at every sound you made. ‘I’m taking care of myself.’ You let your head fall backwards as you rubbed circles around your clit. You heard Tangerine mumble something to himself but the pen quickly began to scribble away again. You tried to ignore the frustration from Tangerine as you pushed your fingers down, dipping them into your entrance and letting a moan slip past your lips. You kept your eyes shut, trying to focus on the pleasure and not Tangerine scribbling away. 

Pushing a single finger into yourself, you couldn’t help but moan. That seemed to be the last straw for Tangerine, you heard the pen drop onto the desk and his chair scraped against the floor as he pushed it out. You didn’t stop your movements as you heard his heavy footsteps across the floor. 

Before you could react, Tangerine’s hand was around your throat, his fingers gripping your throat tightly. 

‘You’re acting like a fucking whore.’ he growled, using his free hand to grab your wrist and pull it away from your pussy. You whined at the loss, but his fingers tightening around your throat quickly cut that off. 

‘You want to act like a fucking whore I’ll treat you like one.’ he growled, reaching down and pushing two fingers into you, the stretch was painfully delicious. His fingers were rough and callous but always left you wanting more. He didn’t waste a second before he was thrusting his fingers into you, his thumb quickly finding your clit. 

You tried to moan but every sound that left your lips was cut short by a squeeze of his hand. Curling his fingers upwards, he made you see stars. It was never long before you reached your end with his fingers inside you, he knew exactly what to do. He also knew exactly how to tell. He pushed you right to the edge and pulled his fingers out.

He pulled away from you completely, hurrying to unbuckle his belt.

‘Get on your fucking hands and knees.’ he ordered, almost ripping the button off of his trousers. You slid off the chair to the floor, getting onto your hands and knees. Pushing your chest onto the floor, you wiggled your ass in front of him, gasping as he smacked your ass. 

He knelt behind you and you eagerly waited for the feel of his cock. But it never came, instead, there was a rustle of his belt and the leather was wound around your neck and tightened. You gasped as your breathing was cut off once more. You couldn’t think about it for long though, Tangerine’s cock brushed against your folds, gathering your juices on its tip before he pushed into you. 

Your mind went blank as he pushed into you, one hand holding the belt tightly around your neck and the other pressing between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed against the floor. His thrusting was rough and wild, there was no rhythm to his thrusts, but with you already on edge you didn’t need much more stimulation. 

‘Don’t you dare fucking cum before me.’ he growled, pulling the belt tighter, there would definitely be marks there in a few hours. Tangerine wasn’t one for long sessions, he usually came quickly, but that also meant multiple sessions. Today was no different, the more you squeezed around his cock, the closer he got to the end. 

He leaned over your body, his reach hand reaching around to grab your breast through the shirt. No matter what he was doing, or how rough he was being, he always wanted to be as close as possible to you when he came. This time was no different, but you gasped as you felt his teeth sink into your shoulder, marking you up as he let out a low growl to cum. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, Tangerine slowed as he came, but you began to buck your hips back, trying to find your own end, you were so close, you just need that one last-

Tangerine pulled out of you, letting his cum leak down your thighs. Before you could react Tangerine was moving, reaching for something in of the chest drawers to the side of you. You didn’t move, the belt was still tightly around your neck. After a few moments Tangerine’s body was back over yours. He placed soothing kisses along your should were he had marked you and let the belt around your neck fall loose. Finally able to take in a full breath, you relaxed into him. That was your first mistake. The second mistake was closing your eyes to enjoy the moment. 

The next thing you heard was the click of handcuffs and the cold metal around your wrists. Your eyes shot open, spotting the silver handcuffs around your wrists and between the radiator pipe in front of you. 

‘Tan!’ you gasped, tugging on the cuffs, they were the real deal, not the quick-release ones you kept in the bedside drawer. He said nothing as he kissed you on the shoulder and stood, taking a moment to enjoy the view he had.

Looking over your shoulder, you could see him take his seat back at his desk and continue working, occasionally looking your way. He had the perfect view, your ass up in the air with cum leaking down your thighs. You tried to lower your ass but that only resulted in a scolding from Tangerine. 

‘Ah, ah, ah! Don’t you fucking dare. If you can behave, I might let you out when I’m done.’ 

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Tease - Morpheus X Reader

Title: Tease

Fandom: The Sandman

Pairings: Dream X Reader

Summary: Just a little Drabble for Dream

Age Rating: 16+

Word Count: 267

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Morpheus leaned down and began to feather kisses along your neck. 

‘I have to put these books away.’ you whispered, trying to sound stern but it came out as a sigh, Morpheus ignored you anyway, moving up your neck and your jaw. His arms snaked around your waist to pull you to him. 

‘They’ll still be here later.’ he whispered into your ear, placing a kiss on the skin beneath. 

‘And so will Lucienne. She’ll have my head if I don’t get this done.’ you stood on your tip toes to place a book on a higher shelf and Morpheus took full advantage of your lack of balance, pulling you back so that he could dip you, the book clattered to the ground but it didn’t matter. Morpheus pressed his lips to yours, silencing any protests you would have made. When he pulled away you sighed, your fingers still clutching at his coat. He slowly brought you back up to stand, smirking as he realised how dazed you seemed. 

‘Did I take your breath away?’ he whispered, you slowly nodded, completely forgetting about the books as you leaned in to try and kiss him again. But he pulled away from you.

‘You have books to put away…’ he whispered, pulling his whole body away from yours. Your smile dropped and Morpheus’s smirk only grew bigger. 

‘I shall return when you have finished your task.’ he whispered, stepping backwards to walk away. 

‘Oh no you don’t.’ you scowled, chasing after him as he wound his way through the library shelves.

He was a tease, but you were determined. 

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Thigh Rider

Title: Thigh Rider

Fandom: Marvel

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a Fucking Tease

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Word Count: 713

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Bucky Barnes was a fucking tease. Sure he came off as a closed-off traumatised soldier who knew nothing of modern sex. But he knew way more than he was letting on, and as soon as he knew what you liked, he used it to his advantage CONSTANTLY. He very quickly found his love of teasing you, riling you up as much as possible before finally giving in to what you wanted, what you NEEDED. This time was no different, another one of Tony’s large and extravagant parties in full swing, Bucky had chosen your outfit, and reminded you constantly of what view everyone would get if you bent over in it. He loved to see you blush when he would drop something and ask you to pick it up, but always seemed disappointed when you could crouch down to pick it up rather than bend at the waist. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

That only meant that he upped his game. He was looking particularly handsome tonight, in a shirt that showed off his muscles, sleeve rolled up to his elbows. He looked at everything something straight out of a romance novel. But he wasn’t the only one who could tease. In your short dress, you made your way onto the dance floor, you could feel his eyes on you as you swayed your hips as you walked. Tony had invited so many people you didn’t know, so you found the first stranger in the crowd and began to dance. You weren’t famous, no one knew your face, so the stranger was more than happy to dance with you, pulling you a little too close for comfort, but it was all in the name of being a tease.

It didn’t take long at all, Bucky was mixed in the crowd, casually pulling you away from the stranger's arms into his, giving the stranger a warning look before pulling you off of the dancefloor. He dragged you into a corner of the room, away from the big crowds. Wrapping his arm around your waist he pulled you close.

‘You want to be a whore on the dance floor,’ Bucky growled,  ‘then you can stay right here and cum on my thigh.’ He pulled you forward with his hand on the small of your back. You stumbled into him, this allowed him to force his thigh between your legs, brushing it up against your pussy. Gasping, you gripped onto his shoulders.

‘Bucky…’ you tried to speak, but he pushed his knee up again, purposefully rubbing his thigh against you. 

‘Less talk. More riding.’ Bucky moved into a more comfortable position, his thighs still between your legs and a smirk across his lips. You glanced over your shoulder, everyone else was too busy with the party to notice either of you in the corner. 

As a red blush covered your cheeks, you began to grind your hips against his thigh. After a few movements, you managed to find your rhythm, every movement rubbing all the right places. You gripped his shirt, trying to keep your balance as you lost yourself in the pleasure. Bucky held onto your hips tightly, stifling your movements slightly for his own pleasure and your torment. You could hear voices behind you get louder and quieter as people walked past, too engrossed in the party to even notice you in the corner. You pushed yourself right to the edge, sealing your lips into a thin line in an attempt to silence any cries. Buky leaned down to whisper in your ear.

‘Cum for me..’ he pressed his lips against yours to swallow any cries as you did just as you were told. You came on his thigh, your whole body shaking as the orgasm blew through you. 

It was nowhere near as powerful as what Bucky delivers with his own hands, but with the added risks it felt like something completely different. When Bucky pulled away, he smirked down at you.

‘Feel better now?’ he asked. You chuckled, leaning your head on his shoulder.

‘You’re an evil man, Bucky Barnes.’

‘How about I make it up to you?’ he removed his thigh from between your legs and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the exit. The party wasn’t that interesting anymore. 

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Shush - Tangerine X Reader

Title: Shush

Fandom: Bullet Train

Pairings: Tangerine x Reader

Summary: Tangerine is board on the Train, so you're the entertainment.

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Word Count: 1,317

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Train rides were long. And boring. You didn’t know why you couldn’t drive. There was an airport so close to your home but the client had chosen one on the other side of the world it seemed. So now you were stuck on a train. At least you were stuck on a train with your boyfriend and his brother, but you got on with him well. You had fallen asleep on your boyfriend's shoulder, but you were woken up by hushed arguments. 

‘Keep your fucking voice down, you’ll wake her.’ Tangerine’s voice made you giggle, alerting them both.

‘Fucking well done.’ he scoffed, you quickly jabbed him in the leg and glared at him.

‘Don’t worry,’ you smiled, ‘if I had slept too long in that position I’d have a right crick in my neck.’ the brothers glared at one another for a moment before Lemon broke the silence. 

‘Imma find the snack trolley. You guys want anything?’ you both shook your head, Tangerine pulled out his phone and began to scroll through it, reading some kind of document on it. You turned to the window, watching the blur of scenery pass you by. Tangerine absentmindedly put his hand on your thigh, rubbing your skin gently through the material of your skirt. You smiled and hummed contently, relaxing at his touch, until his fingers began to move downwards. It was confusion at first, but when he grabbed the hem of your skirt and pulled it upwards you knew exactly what he was planning. You tensed, feeling his rough fingers on your skin as he moved further and further up your leg, going under your skirt. 

You could feel Tangerine’s fingers tapping against your thigh, signalling you to open them. You knew you shouldn’t, the client was sitting opposite you, talking with Tangerine about his needs and our payment. But you couldn’t help yourself, you parted your legs just enough for him to slip a single finger underneath your skirt. However, as soon as he had access, he pushed your thighs further apart, making you lunge forward to sit up straight. Your cheeks turned red as you scanned the carriage, only seeing a few people spread out among the seats. Tangerine smirked, staring down at his phone as if something on the screen had made him laugh, but you could see him, watching you out of the corner of his eye. Despite his calm demeanour, his fingers worked quickly, moving up your thigh and under your panties with this new access. You let out a shaky breath as the cold air blew over your newly exposed pussy. His finger began to rub along your pussy lips, collecting the juices that were already there and riling you up more. You swallowed a moan, squeezing your eyes shut to try and think about something else. Anything else? But it was no use. You heard Tangerine’s phone hit the table and you could feel him shuffling his position next to you. 

‘What’s wrong, love?’ his voice was smooth and calm, while his fingers worked fast across your pussy. Your mind instantly flew back to the night before, when he was above you, whispering those exact words into your ear in a breathy moan. You opened your eyes, light blurring your vision for a second as you tried to clear your mind. You opened your mouth to speak, but only a moan fell from your lips as Tangerine’s fingers touched your clit. Moving in slow circles around the bundle of nerves. Your cheeks turned redder as you spotted a few people turn in your direction.

‘Shhhh, love.’ he whispered, ‘Wouldn’t want everyone knowing what a whore you are…’ you stared down at the table, sealing your lips into a thin line, refusing to let any moans slip out. 

Tangerine’s fingers eventually left your clit and moved downwards, dipping into your entrance and making your mind blank. Without thinking, you reached down to grab his wrist, panicking of what sounds might fall from your lips if he continued. This drew Tangerine’s attention, as you looked up at him you realised what a mistake you had made. Tangerine leaned over to you and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, moving up to whisper in your ear.

‘Get your fucking hand off my wrist now.’ he growled, you instantly let go, your hand moving but Tangerine continued, pushing a finger inside of you up to the knuckle. 

‘You’ll pay for that later.’ he leaned back and pulled his hand out of you and from under your skirt completely. You whined at the loss but quickly realised what his plan was. 

He sucked on his finger, humming as if he had just taken a bite of chocolate cake, before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. With his other hand, he reached over and found his way back under your skirt. He didn’t need to waste any time working you up again, sliding his finger between your folds he easily gathered enough wetness to slide into you easily. His grip around your shoulders kept you from squirming, so instead, you leaned into him more, pressing your face into the crook of his neck to try and quieten any moans. His curly locks tickled your forehead as he began to pump his finger in and out of you. In the position you were in, anyone who was to look over would know exactly what you were up to, there was no hiding it anymore. Tangerine didn’t care anymore, after grabbing his wrist he wanted nothing more than to throw you onto the table fuck you in front of everyone, just to remind you that you were his plaything. 

He added another finger into you, curling them slightly inside you, you groaned and began to buck your hips into him, the sounds falling from your lips no matter how deep you buried yourself into Tangerine's neck, but he wasn’t happy with that either. His fingers left your arm and tangled into your hair, pulling your head backwards to meet his eye.

‘Don’t stop yourself, love. I want to hear your voice.’ he spoke so sweetly, you almost gave in, but your mind was still clear enough to argue. 

‘But… the people… on the train…’ you groaned, glancing across the part of the train you could see to spot the people who were sitting staring at their phones. 

‘I don’t really give a fuck. Scream for me.’ as he finished speaking he pushed his finger into you, going as deep as he could and curling in the way he knew you liked it. You cried out, unable to stop the sound as Tangerine repeated his movements, pushing you to the edge. When he pushed his thumb onto your clit it sent you over the edge, you didn’t care anymore, you cried out as you came on his fingers. Tangerine slowed down his movements, slowly bringing you down from your high until you collapsed into his side.

Tangerine pulled his fingers out of you, you whined at the loss until Tangerine pushed his fingers into your mouth. Lazily, you sucked them clean, tasting yourself. He pulled them away and pulled a handkerchief, drying his wet fingers. Your chest rose and fell as you sucked in gulps of air, Tangerine held you close, his fingers rubbing your arm gently. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, your post-orgasm high making you want to be as close to him as possible, but also to hide the deep red shade of your cheeks. You heard someone you assumed was Lemon sat down opposite you both. 

‘Something wrong with Y/N?’ he asked, thinking you were asleep. 

‘She’s just resting.’ he whispered, squeezing you gently. Lemon didn’t seem to argue with me, but who knows how much he actually knew. Everyone else on the train did. 

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Let Me Make it Up to you - Steve Harrington X Reader

Title: Let Me Make it Up to you

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: Steve Harrington X Reader 

Summary: You had only been on a few dates with Steve, but he sure knew how to break your heart

Age Rating: 16+

Word Count: 1080

Tag List: @cityofidek you asked for angst Steve and I tried my best! I hope you like xx

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‘Steve?’ you called through the school corridors, ‘Steve? Where are you?’ he had told you to meet him in the science labs but he was nowhere to be found.

‘Steve we’re going to be late for class if you keep-’ you walked into the final science lab and trailed off. Steve was in the science labs, but he wasn’t alone. Sherry Malone, a school cheerleader had him pressed up against one of the desks with his shirt bunched halfway up his chest and his trousers half undone. Neither of them had noticed your presence, or they didn’t care. You could feel your heart beginning to shatter. 

Sure, you had only been on a few dates with Steve but you had completely fallen for him, and you thought he had done the same. Why else would he carry all your books for you, walk you home every day and spend every spare second he could with you? The tears welled up in your eyes as they finally noticed you, Steve was quick to push Sherry away and start uttering some kind of excuse. 

‘Y/N- I, I didn’t-. I’m-I’m. I-I.’ Steve began to stumble over his words as he saw the tears fall down your cheeks. You didn’t know what else to do, you turned and ran, your book bag bashing against the backs of your legs as you ran. You didn’t care whether Steve had followed you or not, you didn’t care whether you had a whole day of school left still. You kept running until you were home, locking yourself away in your bedroom and burying your face into your pillow, finally allowing the tears to fall properly and sob quietly into your pillow. 

The next few days became a blur, you faked an illness to avoid school, and your mother and father were too busy to question you and simply left you alone. You didn’t leave your bed for a few days, and your body felt empty. One evening the door opened, and you assumed it was your mother bringing you food and checking your temperature again to see if you were ready to go back to school. 

‘I’m not really hungry, mom.’ you whispered, not moving from your position facing away from the door. 

‘Does that mean I can have this?’ a voice that definitely didn’t belong to your mother said. You jolted up in the bed, recognising the voice. Steve stood in your doorway, a tray of food in his hands. ‘It looks great.’ he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. As you stared at him, you could feel your blood beginning to boil.

‘Get out.’ you growled. 

‘I want to talk to you, you haven’t been at school the last few days.’ he abandoned the tray on your desk and shut the door as he came in, kneeling beside your bed. 

‘I said get out.’ you repeated, shuffling away from him as far as you could without falling off of the bed. 

‘Please Y/N, you have to let me explain.’

‘You don’t have to explain anything.’ you snapped, ‘We weren’t exclusive, we had been on what? 4 dates? That’s no reason to say no to that slut Sherry Malone. I hope you wrapped it before banging her in the science lab.’ you spat out the words, only realising their true harshness when you saw Steve physically recoil. 

‘I’m sorry that's a bit much.’ you eventually said, hanging your head. 

‘No, I deserved it,’ Steve sat on the floor crossed-legged and looked at the floor. ‘I don’t know what I was thinking. I was waiting for you to ask if you wanted to be my girlfriend then Sherry showed up-’

‘You were going to ask me to be your girlfriend?’ you interrupted him, his gaze lifted up to you and you found yourself lost in his hazel eyes. 

‘Of course, I was.’ he shrugged, ‘you’re perfect, I fell head over heels for you the moment I met you.’

‘Then why try to screw Sherry Malone?’ 

‘I didn’t try to screw her!’ he defended himself, moving to sit on his shins, ‘She came in and saw it as an opportunity, you walked in on the worse possible moment. Please you have to believe me.’ as he stared at you, you could see his eyes glass over. He clasped his hands together and leaned on the edge of the bed.

‘Please give me another chance. I’ll do anything, I can’t let you go.’ he whispered, sniffling slightly. The sight of him made your heartbreak all over again. 

‘I don’t know Steve. I fell for you, hard, and seeing that it broke me.’ you whispered, trying to stop your voice from breaking. But Steve knew you too well, he was on the bed next to you in a second, wrapping his large hands around yours and squeezing them gently. 

‘Give me one more chance. Please.’ he begged, resting his forehead against your hands. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to give in, leaning your head on top of his. 

‘I love you Steve.’ you whispered, Steve, didn’t move, squeezing your hands tightly in his. 

‘I love you, Y/N. Let me make it up to you.’ he lifted his head and leaned forward, kissing the corner of your lips, asking for permission to go further. 

‘I’m supposed to be ill.’ you smiled. 

‘I hope it’s not contagious.’ Steve chuckled, moving across to press his lips to yours. 

It had only been a few days but you had forgotten how good his lips tasted against yours you almost followed him as he pulled away. 

‘You should eat, you’ve got a big day at school tomorrow.’

‘Who says I’m going back?’ you giggled.

‘I’ll be here to walk you to school tomorrow, so you have to be better. Otherwise, how else am I going to start making it up to you?’ he pressed and kiss to your cheek and climbed off of the bed. 

‘Can’t you stay?’ you whispered, watching as he grabbed the tray and placed it in front of you. 

‘Not yet.’ he smiled, pressing one last kiss to your lips before he left the bedroom. 

Your heart still felt shattered, but it was beginning to mend…

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The Devil in the Basement - P7

Title: The Devil in the Basement - FINALE

Fandom: The Sandman

Pairings: Morpheus X Reader

Summary: It's the final part! The end to my little story. I hope you guys have enjoyed, if you love this and want more, please do fill my inbox with requests!

Age Rating: 18+ 

Word Count: 1808

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Part 01 | Part 02 | Part 03 | Part 04 | Part 05 | Part 06

Morpheus POV

I found myself almost excited to return back to the sleeping beauty in the Burgess household. With her soul in my hand, I quickly entered her bedroom, making my way over to the bed and sitting beside her sleeping figure. I took a moment to admire her delicate features, her face unmoving as she dreamed exactly what I told her to, the most sensual, the most sexual dreams I could muster for her. Her own fantasies helped greatly, but I allowed my own fantasies to work themselves into her dreams. They weren’t too different to her own fantasies, and she always enjoyed herself. Looking into her dreams once more, I watched her as she writhed in pleasure on the bed, completely naked and under my complete control. The dream version of myself was settled between her legs, mouth buried in her pussy as she clawed at the sheets and cried out. 

I did not want to wake her, but I knew I must. Slowly, I pulled her out of her dream state. Her eyes fluttered open as I leaned over her, a blush covering her cheeks as soon as she realised who I was. 

‘H-Hi…’ she whispered, her whole face turning a cute shade of pink.

‘Good morning, sleeping beauty.’ I smirked down at her, helping her to sit up on the bed. ‘I have something for you.’ I held out my hand with the emerald on it. She looked down at the gemstone, her eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.

‘Jewellery?’ she asked.

‘It is much more than that. Do you not feel yourself inside of it?’ She stared down at the emerald, watching the gentle swirling of her own soul. 

‘How do we get it out?’ She looked up at me, her E/C filled with so much curiosity that I couldn’t help but chuckle. 

‘There is no need to get it out, we simply put it back in.’ I took her hand and squeezed it gently, pressing the emerald against her chest. I wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but she closed her eyes and scrunched up her face as if ready for pain. But I have no intention of hurting her. 

Y/N POV

I had no idea what to expect, but as he pressed the emerald against my chest I could feel the sharpness of the corners. But the harder he pressed, the less I could feel it. Soon, the emerald was gone and his hand was flat against my chest. When I opened my eyes, Morpheus was staring at me, his eyes scanning my face for any kind of reaction. 

‘It’s done?’ I whispered, and he squeezed my hand.

‘Yes, it is done.’ He smiled, a grin spread across my lips and in the excitement, I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around his neck as I let out an excited squeal. Morpheus fell back onto the bed, his arms wrapping around my waist. It was only when we hit the mattress that I realised the position we were in. I was only in a night dress, on top of the man who I had been dreaming about for days. I tried to move off of him, but his arms didn’t move from my waist. 

‘Did you enjoy your dreams the last few days?’ He asked, a smirk crossing his features. I could feel the blush moving down my cheeks and onto my chest. 

‘I-urm-I…’

‘As much as I enjoyed watching, I am sure it is better to actually take part.’ the corner of his lips twitched up into a smirk.

‘You made me have those dreams on purpose didn’t you?’ I whispered, my eyes flicking down to his lips. He rolled us both over so that he was on top, holding his body above me. 

‘You’ve always been a curious soul, watching me through the glass all those years. And then you freed me.’ he whispered, leaning down closer and closer. ‘Your dreams are as beautiful as you are.’ he finally connected our lips. The kiss was soft, he was so gentle, I slowly moved my hands up his sides and over his shoulders to loop around his neck. He took this as permission, pulling away from me and feathering kisses across my cheek and jaw. With one hand I weaved my fingers into his hair, my other hand pushing his jacket off of his shoulders. He quickly caught on and stripped his jacket, throwing it onto the floor. He continued to kiss his way down my neck to my collarbone, beginning to suck a dark mark onto my skin. I gasped and tugged at his hair lightly, pulling a low moan from his own lips.

He pushed the strap of the nightdress off of my shoulder, his fingers drifting along my skin and making me shiver. 

‘You are too beautiful to be created in this world. Are you sure you are not a dream?’ he chuckled, pulling away from you completely. You sat up to follow him, pouting. 

‘I am definitely not a dream…’ Morpheus took your hand and pulled you off of the bed to stand, taking you

‘You are my dream.’ he took your hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing your palm. ‘Return to the Dreaming with me. Be my Queen. There is nothing left for you here.’ he spoke into your palm.

‘My father is still here.’

‘You can return and visit him. Begin a life you deserve.’ he reasoned, and you smiled at him.

‘Queen does sound nice..’ you whispered. Morpheus grinned, pushing the other strap off of your shoulder and letting it fall off your body and pool at your feet. 

‘This isn’t fair.’ you blushed, looking down at his still-clothed body. Morpheus leaned his and pressed his cheek to yours.

‘Undress me then, my Queen.’ he whispered his breath ghosting over your ear.

You shivered, but complied, grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it up. He lifted his arms to help you, and you discarded the shirt onto the floor. I moved to his trousers but he grabbed my hands. 

‘Patience…’ he pushed me backwards onto the bed. 

‘Queens don’t need patience.’ you retorted.

‘Very true.’ he chuckled, ‘but I have something fit for a Queen.’ he climbed onto the bed and settled between your legs, ‘but it requires some patience.’ he pushed your thighs apart and lay down between them, his face now level with your pussy. He pressed gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs, moving upwards. When he eventually made it up to your pussy, he licked a long stripe up your pussy, diving in like there was no tomorrow.

You balled your hands in the bedsheets beneath you, Morpheus’s tongue working wonders across your pussy, better than any dream could ever conjure up. He devoured you, his tongue flicking against your clit and moving all the way down to your hole before coming back up to repeat. You couldn’t control yourself, bucking your hips into his face until you were right on the edge. As if he knew, Morpheus shuffled his body slightly and you felt two fingers prodding at your entrance. They easily slide in and flicked upwards, curling at just the right angle to send you over the edge. Your vision blurred and you saw stars as your orgasm washed over you. He continued his movements, dragging out the orgasm as long as possible until you felt limp on the bed. When he finally moved away, his lips and chin were coated with your juices, a sly smile across his features.

‘You should not restrict your voice, darling. I wish to hear you.’ he whispered, slowly moving up your body, he braced one hand beside your head, the other unbuttons his trousers and pushed them down just enough to free his cock. Part of you wanted him to undress completely, but your need took over. Lifting one leg, you hooked it over his hip and pulled him down, the tip of his cock running along your folds and being coated in your juices. Morpheus moaned as he felt your warmth, inviting him in. He wasted no time, slowly pushing his tip into your waiting hole, stretching you as he filled you and making you cry out with pleasure.

‘Yes…’ he whispered, his breath over your ear, ‘that’s it, let me hear you…’ he continued until his pelvis was pressed against you, fully inside you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his arm shaking as he tried to control himself. He pulled out of you almost completely, barely his tip still inside you before he snapped his hips, pushing himself back into with such force you almost bounced, a mewl escaping your lips as he did, much to his pleasure. He repeated the action again, watching your eyes roll back as your still-sensitive pussy contracted around him, dragging him in deeper and deeper as he began his own rhythm. 

You hooked your other leg around his hip, crossing your ankles behind him to keep him as close as possible as he thrust into you, another orgasm fast approaching. 

‘I want you to scream this time.’ his voice was strained, he wasn’t far from his own end. ‘I want you to scream my name…’ he growled. You couldn’t deny your king. As your orgasm swept over you, you cried out his name and grabbed onto him, your fingers digging into his skin as he stopped thrusting and came too. Everything became a blur. The pleasure took everything out of you, your limbs turning to jelly.

You briefly registered Morpheus pulling out of you and covering you with a blanket, for a second you felt saddened that he might leave you again. However, that feeling quickly dissipated when he climbed into bed beside you, having removed his trousers and left them on the floor. He slid his arm under your body and pulled you to him, your head falling onto his chest. When your senses came back to you, you noticed some red fingerprints on his ribs.

‘I’m sorry I hurt you.’ you whispered, your fingers tracing over the marks lightly, he didn’t flinch as you did.

‘You did not hurt me. Did I hurt you?’ he asked, his fingers moving down your spine and making you shiver.

‘Of course not.’

‘Then we have nothing to worry about.’ he pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

‘Will our less dated in the Dreaming?’ you asked absentmindedly, your gaze wandering across the century-old decor that littered your room. 

‘Our room can be whatever you want it to be. After all, you won’t be leaving it, not until I am done with you.’ Morpheus whispered, his fingers drifting below the covers.

Being the Queen of the Dreaming was going to be an interesting experience… 

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Why Don't you Like me? P2 - Steve Harrington X Reader

Title: Why Don't you like me Part 2

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: Steve Harrington X Reader

Summary: Part 2 to Why Don't You Like Me.

Age Rating: 16+

Word Count: 683

Tag List: @mayashawk3 @cityofidek

Part 01

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You were rudely awoken the next morning by the sun shining through half-closed curtains. Groaning, you rolled over and pulled the sheets over your head, a familiar scent filling your nostrils. Steve. You inhaled deeply, burying your face into the pillow. The comfort was short-lived as the duvet was ripped away from you. 

‘Time to wake up.’ Steve’s voice woke you up, ‘there are some shorts and a shirt you can wear.’ he mumbled, ‘come down for breakfast.’ Steve quickly made his exit, leaving you to slowly get up. He had left you a pair of his basketball shorts and a top to change into, your party outfit not exactly appropriate for breakfast. You quickly changed and ran your fingers through your hair, glancing in the mirror to wipe away any stray make-up on your cheeks. 

Steve was waiting for you at the kitchen island, plating up a hefty breakfast. 

‘You need to eat,’ he explained, pushing a plate towards you, as you sat down and the smell filled your nostrils you almost gagged.

‘I think I drank too much.’ you pushed the plate away.

‘I know you did.’ he laughed, taking a bite of bacon. ‘Do you remember anything from last night?’

‘I remember drinking, being mad at Billy, then more drinking and just… blank.’ you shrugged. Steve looked up at you, 

‘That’s it?’ he asked, you nodded. ‘We had a conversation last night.’ he began. Your cheeks heated up immediately. 

‘Oh no… Did I say something dumb? Did I do something dumb?’ you rubbed your hands over your face, trying to hide your red cheeks. 

‘Kinda.’ he shrugged. 

‘I’m so sorry Steve!’ you quickly blurted out, ‘whatever I said I did please understand I didn’t mean it.’

‘Are you sure?’ he asked. ‘So you didn’t mean it when you told me you liked me?’ everything seemed to stop in that moment, Steve stood and waited for your response. You didn’t know how to respond, there was only one way really. The truth. 

‘I meant that completely.’ you whispered, Steve walked around the kitchen island to stand beside you. 

‘Good.’ he cupped your cheek and turned you to face him, ‘I don’t know what silly idea you’ve had in your head, but I have always had a crush on you.’ he smirked, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

He leaned down to press his lips to yours, a slow, passionate kiss that had you lost. The kiss was unfortunately interrupted by a knock at the door. It was more of a bang really. Steve pulled away from you, a scowl across his features. 

‘You don’t have to look that unhappy about kissing me.’ you chuckled, Steve smiled at you, but it disappeared again when the banging continued. 

‘I’ll be right back.’ You watched him over your shoulder as he answered the door. Billy stood in the doorway, a cigarette hanging from his lips. 

‘I’m looking for Y/N. Was told she’d be here.’ 

‘Why the hell do you care?’ Steve snapped. Billy looked past Steve and to you. 

‘Slutting it up with old Harrington, huh?’ he smirked.

‘Piss off Billy.’ Steve snapped, moving to shut the door. Billy’s foot stopped it, scowling at him. 

‘She was my date and you stole her.’ 

‘You abandoned her.’ 

‘Billy piss off.’ you interrupted them, glaring at him from your seat. Billys eyes scanned over you, considering whether it was worth a fight. 

‘Fine.’ he dropped his cigarette on the porch and walked away. Steve closed the door and turned to you. 

‘Always wanted a girl who could fight her own battles.’ he grinned, walking back towards you. 

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