#dream x afab!reader
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Remember Me
Summary: On a trip to the Waking, Dream returned but, with something missing. He had no memories of you, of his love. So, you may have an idea on how to get his memories back.
Word Count: ~4k
Reader: Afab
Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex, riding, minor oral (male!receiving), minor dirty talk), slight angst in beginning, lots of fluff at the end
Requested by the lovely @duckland
MINORS DNI/ 18+ ONLY
“I’m sorry.”
It was the same repetitive drone - an annoying buzz in your ears.
Who were they sorry for?
You? Or Morpheus, your sweet Morpheus?
Morpheus had taken a trip to the Waking only to return broken - or at least broken to you. You were not sure how, why, or who did it, but Morpheus could not remember you. He could not remember any aspect, not any of the time spent together, not even your name.
Everyone - the entirety of the Waking and even a few of Dream’s siblings - tried to help. They tried anything and everything to return his memories, but it all ended in failure. Now, you were left with pointless apologies, apology after apology each one grating on your nerves.
So, you hid.
Hiding from the pitiful stares, hiding from the insurmountable heartache, hiding from the one person who you cherished more than creation itself.
However, you couldn’t - and shouldn’t - hide forever. And before you worked up the courage, your feet had already carried you to him, carried you home. You knocked on the bedroom door, knocked on your own bedroom door.
A voice, so soothing and resounding, spoke from the other side. “You may enter.”
You opened the door, peeking your head in.
Morpheus sat perfectly straight on the edge of the vast bed draped in his signature midnight color. His eyes, those beautiful twinkling blue, stared off emotionless as he retreated deep within his thoughts searching through his shattered memories. His hands clasped together, yet he mindlessly twisted a ring - a ring he cannot recall giving nor receiving, a matching ring you wore on your hand.
His eyes slid over to you, blank and reserved.
Eyes of a forgotten life.
He stopped fidgeting with his hands, and placed them in his lap. He nodded, respectfully. “Hello.”
“Hi.” You hovered by the door. “Is it okay if I come in?”
“This is your place, just as it is mine so please do not feel you cannot enter because of my sake.”
You nodded, closing the door behind you. You shuffled over, and plopped down on the bed with a sizable space between the two of you. Swallowing down the pain, you whispered. “Did any of it help? Being in here? Seeing our life together?”
Morpheus paused, then solemnly shook his head. “I am truly sorry, but I cannot recall you nor our life together.”
Your throat constricted. You blinked back a few tears and nodded, turning away from him.
“I wish I could.” He confessed in a soft voice. His attention was back on the ring. “I cannot remember anything, but it does pain me to see such a sullen look on your face” - his eyes flickered over, connecting with yours “- and if such feelings reside in me then maybe not all hope is lost.”
You blinked.
And surprisingly, you laughed. A short bubble of laughter.
“What?” His eyebrows furrowed together.
“You,” you smiled softly at him, “you are still my Dream; still hopeful despite it all.”
His eyes widened slightly, taken back by your statement. Yet, his shock vanished, giving way to a kind, gentle smile. A loving smile only you ever saw. “I am beginning to see why you are part of my life.”
You laughed again, a true loud laugh filled with joy and hope.
Oh, it was like an old melody to Morpheus. One he had rediscovered after centuries, and nearly lost to time. His heart skipped - a quick flutter. He truly loved such thrilling feelings - feelings that he deeply missed, feelings that apparently came true again with you.
“What?” He breathed out, wishing to hear the reason for your honey rich laughter.
“Sorry,” your laughter faded, but a wide grin was left behind, “you always said you couldn’t imagine a life without me. I guess hearing you say that just proves that your memories of us are still inside you just locked away somehow.”
“Ah.”
You smiled. “You know, you called me your North Star once, that I was the one thing always guiding you back home.”
“My star.” He whispered, tasting how the words were familiar on his lips.
Your breath hitched. “Yeah, your star.”
A frown tugged on the corner of his lips. Questions surged. Why did this happen? How could it be fixed? Why did his heart ache in your presence? Why were his thoughts scrambled and confusing? How could he forget his love?
How could he forget his beautiful star?
Seeing his frown, you leaned over and clasped his hand. His eyes fell to your hand. Hesitantly, unsure of himself, he turned his hand, offering his palm. You instantly, like all the times before, intertwined your fingers with his, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “We will figure this out.”
He continued to stare at your hand in his, stare at the set of matching rings. He wordlessly nodded.
“Morpheus.”
His eyes trailed up.
You tilted your head and smiled, trying to ease any of his worries and pains. With your free hand, you reached out to cup his face, but froze. Your hand hovered awkwardly beside his face. He was Dream, your Dream, but you weren’t his - you were still a stranger.
“You may touch me.” His voice was low, oddly thick with uncertain emotions.
You cupped his face.
He immediately leaned into your touch, and sighed in relief. Odd, how a stranger brought such comfort.
But how can I unlock his memories? You thought.
You brushed your thumb over his cheekbone. “Can … can I try something?”
“What?”
“Could,” you nervously licked your lips, “could I kiss you? I … I don’t know if it could help or -“
“You may.” He answered.
Anything, he thought. Anything to remember you.
You blinked, surprised by his eagerness. You mumbled a shaky ‘okay’. You scooted closer, and drew his face towards yours. Your eyes dropped to his lovely pink lips. Leaning in, your lips brushed over his, almost waiting for him to tell you to stop. Nothing, no objections. You closed your eyes and pressed a gentle chaste kiss.
However, Morpheus stared, rigid. Somehow overwhelmed and underwhelmed all at once.
Just a hollow ache.
You began to pull back.
“Is that how you greet your husband?” Morpheus amused by your short fleeting kiss.
You hummed, smiling. “If you want something, then ask my dear husband.”
His heart leapt into his throat.
A memory, just a passing snippet, but one memory had returned. You backed away, but he soon quickly chased after you. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. “Again,” he muttered against your lips, “please, kiss me again.
You didn’t hesitate, and you didn’t hold back.
You kissed him with more passion - with more desperation.
Please, bring him back to me.
You threw your arms over his shoulders, and carded your fingers through the ends of his hair. He sighed, fluttering his eyes closed. Your lips moved in sync, in this wondrous dance of take and give. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss. Your tongue grazed over his bottom lip. It ached for entry, and you could only pray he would answer. And he did, he relinquished all control.
Your lips curled into a giddy smile. Your tongue slipped in, tasting him just as you’ve done so many times before. Your nails scraped against his head. He shivered. You tugged on his soft raven locks.
Morpheus hummed.
He was thrilled by how well you knew his body, and how easily he reacted to your touch.
Without thinking, he moved you. He brought you onto his lap.
It was instinctual, completely out of habit.
Your hands slid out of his hair, dragging your nails down his neck, down his shoulders, and rested on his chest. You bunched up his shirt. Needs and pleasure clouded you. You gently pushed on him. He fell back onto the blankets and pillows.
His chest heaved - all his air was stolen by you. Not only the air in his lungs, but his thoughts were stolen too.
Stolen by a not quite stranger.
Breathless, you stared down at Morpheus. His eyes showed no signs of recognition, only hints of wonder and confusion for the stranger who knew him so well. Did I take it too far? Am I overstepping? “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean -“
“It’s okay,” he said. “I asked for that, did I not?”
You nodded and quietly asked, “So, did … did it help? Did you remember anything?”
“I did.”
“You did?” You tried not to let your excitement overtake you.
“It was small, a simple conversation.”
“Okay, uh, that’s good,” you whispered.
Your lips still tingled with the ghost of his, and you could still taste him on your tongue. Nervously, you adjusted yourself to comfortably straddle his waist. Your hands still laid on his chest, resting above his beating heart.
Should you keep going?
God, you wanted to.
But.
“We can keep going or we can stop. Just tell me. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” You said.
Morpheus’s hands skimmed up your thighs, and curled around your hips. Again, it was such a natural act - it was what felt right.
You smirked down at him. The sunlight from Fiddler’s Green haloed around you. “What do you want, my king?”
“You.” He answered. His hands latched onto your hips, not wishing for you to be anywhere else. “You and only you, my love - my star.”
Morpheus blinked.
Another memory, another wonderful memory. His back itched at the faint memory of the prickly blades of grass, and his skin was warmed by the nonexistent sun.
It was all here. All the memories of you were still here.
“Morpheus?” You asked, concerned by his silence.
He swallowed, tightening his grip on you. “Do not stop.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I want to remember.”
You smiled. You bent down, and kissed him softly. “As you wish, my king.”
My king.
He loved how it rolled off your tongue.
Yours.
You trailed kisses down his jaw and neck. He instantly craned his head, surprised by how his body simply acted.
“I will never grow tired of marking your skin,” you whispered the confession into the crook of his neck. Your teeth grazed over his flawless skin, making him shiver. You enjoyed - immensely - marking his skin, enjoyed how easily he bruised, and how quickly he healed to repeat the process all over again the next night. “And you may not remember now, but I know you love it when I do.”
“Louder,” you murmured. You nipped at his neck, adding to the countless amount of love bites you created. “I want the whole kingdom to hear you.”
Morpheus groaned.
“Again.”
A moan, faint and soft, rumbled in the back of his throat. Memories and reality clashed together, fueling his growing pleasure.
You sat back, and ran your hands down his chest. Biting your lip, you slipped your hands under his shirt.
His breath stuttered.
Your delicate fingers traced over every curve, every taunt muscle, every inch of his body. To you, his body was an instrument. You knew where to touch to draw out such lovely sounds, to create a symphony of pleasure. Slowly, you lifted up his shirt, revealing the body you had seen dozens upon dozens times before. The body of a friend, the body of a lover, the body of your husband.
Before you could ask, Morpheus sat up, shucked off his coat and shirt then tossed it all onto the floor.
Excited, you started to remove your shirt, when his hands stopped you.
“May I?” He asked.
You smiled. “Of course.”
Taking the hem of your shirt, he carefully lifted it up and over your head, throwing it into the pile he created. His eyes fell to your body - a body he had not seen before, but his hands knew of it. They danced over your skin, running over your curves and edges. Like muscle memory.
Yet, he did not touch you where you wanted him to. You swiftly unclipped your bra, adding it to the pile on the floor.
Morpheus, however, stared, transfixed by you.
“You can touch me,” you whispered. “I want you to touch me.”
His hands brushed up your sides and cupped your bare breasts. You let out a breathy sigh, and dropped your head forward. He gently played with them, kneading and occasionally pinching your hardened nipples. He was more enthralled by your soft moans that constantly tumbled out of your parted lips.
But, he quickly moved on.
One hand glided up your chest, and grabbed the back of your neck, bringing you to him.
Your lips.
He could not get enough of your lips.
“Morpheus,” you mumbled as his lips left yours. “What are you doing?”
He smiled, one that hid secrets. “Can I not kiss the one I love?”
You huffed, smiling back at him. “You can, but here? In the library?“
He swooped in again, stealing another kiss. “I wish to kiss you wherever and whenever I please.”
Morpheus parted his lips, and slipped his tongue in your mouth. It swirled around, savoring each second. He knew without thinking exactly how to render you into a mess.
And a mess you were becoming.
You whimpered, and clung to him. You rolled your hips, needing just a bit of friction.
Morpheus moaned in your mouth.
Empowered by it, you rolled your hips again.
He swiftly broke the kiss, releasing a shaky breath. All of this was insanity, but he wouldn’t stop - couldn’t.
And neither could you.
You were becoming relentless.
You kissed up and down his neck, and soon nipped at him. The first of many marks to come. He hummed, and wrapped his arms around your waist. You bit him again, and again, sucking on his bruisable skin. He groaned, holding you tighter.
“I will make you remember me,” you promised.
He shivered. Such an exciting promise.
You pushed him back down. And he willingly complied.
Smiling, you then began to kiss down his chest. Occasionally, biting and sucking at his skin.
He sighed, closing his eyes.
Marking up his chest, you moved farther and farther downwards. You kissed each of his hips, then paused - paused at the waistband of his pants, clearly in the way. You peered up at him.
He cracked open his eyes, glancing down at you. His heart soared at such a sight: you peering up through your lashes with a teasing smile on your swollen lips. Licking his lips, he nodded - a quick jerk.
Your smile widened.
Undoing his pants, you swiftly discarded all the layers of confining fabrics, including his underwear. The King of Dreams, Ruler of the Nightmare Realm laid completely bare before you, with red splotches dotted over his once perfect skin, just like so many times before.
Your eyes fell to his hardened cock. Biting back a smile, you carefully wrapped your fingers around it.
He tilted his chin back, groaning through clenched teeth. With the barest feathery touch, pleasure - unadulterated pleasure - surged through him. Pleasure he didn’t know of, but his body certainly did.
“Remember all of our nights spent together.” You teasingly stroked him. His mouth fell open, and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Remember how some of those nights I had you begging.”
“Say it, Morpheus.”
Morpheus sprawled out on his back. Sweat covered his forehead, making his usually chaotic hair lay down flat. He was left utterly breathless. His hand was tangled in your hair, tugging on it in a silent plea to keep going. He licked his lips, and mumbled, “Please.”
You smirked, peering up at him with your face nestled between his legs. You peppered butterfly kisses up his cock. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
Morpheus moaned.
Your thumb ran over his tip collecting his precum. Your movements were painstakingly slow, easing him - or torturing him in his case - to his high.
He greedily bucked his hips.
“Patience,” you purred, “I need you to remember all of it.”
You let go of him, and he nearly whined.
“Remember how my lips feel against your skin.” You nipped his hip, bruising him further. “Remember how my hands trail over your body.” Your hands skimmed up his sides, sending waves of goosebumps. “Remember how I whisper and moan in your ear.” You crawled on top of him, and ducked your head and gently blew at his ear. He shivered. “Remember how much you mean to me.”
“I love you.”
Morpheus froze. He slowly turned, looking at you. You were gaping like a fish, stunned by your own sudden confession.
“I … I do,” you mumbled, finding your voice again, “and you don’t have to say anything right now. I just … I just thought you should know. I love you, Morpheus.”
He stayed silent, his expression was blank.
Embarrassed, you glanced away.
“Love … love is something I know of fondly, and I also know of the heartbreak and ruin that inevitably follows.” His voice was barely above a whisper as the truth spilled out.
You peered back over at him.
His expression was now soft, and full of love and adoration. He gently cupped your face, bringing you close to him. He pressed his forehead to yours, letting his world be consumed by you. He smiled, “But with you, it feels … different. I know it will be. You keep me grounded, and I am safe and home with you by my side. You, my love, are my guiding star - my North Star, always bringing me back to you. So yes, I do love you. I love you more than you could ever fathom.”
You pulled away from him, looking down at his lust filled eyes - the dark void overtaking the pristine blue galaxies.
You quickly shimmed out of your pants and underwear, wanting to fill his needs, wanting him to come back to you.
You hovered over him. The tip of his cock skimmed over your wet folds. You cursed under your breath. While, Morpheus’s hands latched onto your hips, excited and relieved. He almost pushed you down himself. But, thankfully, you finally gave in.
You sank down on him, enjoying how he stretched and filled you.
His jaw clenched. Heavenly, would be one word to describe such a sensation. Addicting, would be another.
Your hands rested on his chest. You began to move your hips up and down - savoring it, memorizing it. How deliciously full you felt, how easily he meddled with your body.
Countless nights spent like this, countless nights of love and passion, countless nights of whispered confessions. You wouldn’t lose him, you couldn’t.
Your nailed dragged down his chest as you found a steady rhythm.
A moan rumbled in his throat.
His hands moved up and splayed across your back. He then, surprising himself, sat up. He was so desperate to have you closer. It was cold without your skin pressed up against his.
Cold and lonely.
Smiling at him, your hands moved to his shoulders for support. You continued to bounce, an easy languid pace, watching as pleasure washed over his features. Your fingers played with the edges of his hair, occasionally tugging on him sending shivers down his spine.
Then, you rolled your hips.
Waves of pleasure coursed through Morpheus. He dropped his head, nuzzling his face into your neck. His heavy breath fanned over your hot skin.
“Look at me, Morpheus, please.” His head fell back, staring up at you with dazed eyes. You smiled, and pressed your forehead to his. “I’m right here. I got you.”
Looking into your eyes, he was lost within them.
Lost within the surge of memories.
Each one zipped by, each one beautiful and loving, from the moment you met to the last one - him kissing you goodbye before he left for the Waking. It was a chaotic whirlwind, leaving him dizzying and his heart pounding.
He blinked as tears welled up, he matched your smile and cupped your face. “My star.”
Your heart skipped. Is he -
“My sweet star,” he pressed his lips to yours, “how could I forget you.”
You laughed, almost about to cry with absolute joy. “Morpheus, my Dream, welcome back.”
He kissed you again, loving how your lips fit against his. The perfect puzzle piece, his other half, his guiding star.
He carefully flipped you around, gently laying you on your back. He smiled down at you, brushing away a tear that escaped your eye. Your smile was wide, and beautiful as ever. He loved your smile, loved how you lit up a room with it.
He rolled his hips, and his cock slid out and back in.
Your smile dropped as you let out a breathy moan.
He also loved to hear such sounds from you.
He buried his face into your neck. “My star, my love. Forgive me.”
You grabbed his face, making him look at you, “There is nothing to apologize for.”
Smiling, he took your hand, kissing your knuckles - kissing your ring. “Then allow me, your loving husband, to take care of you.”
He rocked his hips again.
You sighed in wonderful bliss and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing him down to you. Each stroke filled you, each one hit all the right spots. Oh, it was great to have him back.
His hand trailed down your side, stopping at your thigh. In an instant, he swiftly hooked your leg up and over his shoulder. An intense bloom of pleasure coursed through you. You moaned loudly and unabashedly as you arched your back.
“How could I forget such beautiful sounds,” Morpheus hummed.
He snapped his hips.
You whimpered. Your nails clawed at his back. Ribbons of red slashed over his already bruised skin. He moved at a new, deliciously, unforgiving pace. Each stroke you saw stars. You barely could catch your breath.
“Morpheus,” you moaned.
“Hmm, how could I forget such beauty.” He lifted your hips, hitting a new spot.
You gasped.
The sinful sounds of skin smacking together, the sounds of him sliding in and out, the sounds of his heavy breathing and deep soothing voice - it was nearly too much. His hands re-explored what he had almost forgotten. He needed to touch you, touch every part of you. They grazed up your sides, and pinched one of your nipples.
You moaned.
“Never again.” He whispered.
He mercilessly pounded into you, committing every second to memory. He dared not forget a single second.
Your walls clamped around him, you would not last much longer. “Morpheus,” you warned him.
“Let me see it,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “Let me see what I’ve nearly forgotten.”
He would not forget you.
He would not forget how your lips fell apart as you cried out in pleasure, how your head tilted back into the pillows, how your eyes fluttered close and bliss overtook you. Smirking, he fiercely continued to work you through your orgasm, remembering how he loved to watch as you withered in overwhelming pleasure, as you clung to him whispering his name over and over. All of it was divine. Sweet bliss. He quickly followed, reaching his own end, as your name tumbled off his lips.
But, you swallowed up his sounds. You hungrily kissed him, drawing him down to you.
Morphues chuckled in the back of his throat.
You pulled away, cupping his face as he hovered over you. “Don’t you dare let something like that happen again.”
He smiled sweetly. “I promise.”
He bent down kissing you again. You hummed, thankful the cruel nightmare was over. Your Dream was back.
He whispered into your lips, “But, I will not object if this is how to regain my memories of you.”
You huffed through your nose. You brought him down onto the bed, so you could hold him properly, to have your husband back in your arms. “Later. Right now, I just want to stay right here like this.”
He wrapped his arms around you, grateful to be back. “As you wish, my star.”
Never again.
He will remember you, forever and always.
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- you and marks firsts
pairing: bf!mark x afab!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: this is super duper fluffy, you might die. its very cute
summary: you and mark just started dating. this is what he would take you to do while on a date, as well as your first kiss.
a/n: for my new favorite pookie jy (@stillgoldenpb) thank u for reading my mark breeding hc over 10 times. MWAH MWAH.. also sorry if u wanted smut, i was in a fluffy mood so i did mark fluff, but i can make a mark smut one-shot just incase.
First Date:
For your first date with Mark, he would take you for a ride in his Audi A6, to a nice little restaurant out of town. He had discovered it when he went for a drive and knew you would like it.
It was a small place, very few people there, and all of them were nice, and complemented you on being a cute couple. There was a jukebox in the corner, that he would queue up a bunch of songs on, many he knew you liked.
When you were done eating, he “forced” you to dance with him. Meaning he took your hand and lead you to the empty dance-floor, with a wide and enticing smile.
You danced to a couple of songs, talking and gazing into each other's eyes the whole time. When the sun began to set, you leave the restaurant and drive to a nearby peak.
You sat on the edge, legs dangling over, the beach view below you paired with the sunset. You didn’t leave until the sun had disappeared. He gave you his jacket to wear during the walk back to his car, knowing it would be a lot colder now that it was dark.
By the time you got home, it was late. He jokingly asked if you were going to invite him inside. You didn’t, but he left with a quick kiss to your cheek.
First Kiss:
Your first kiss didn’t happen on an official second date, but after you decided to meet up at the beach. He told you about his day, his training, and how much he loved singing. You told him your goals, and all the places you wanted to see.
Eventually, your conversation become more playful and joking, even more so when you found an abandoned basketball. (HE CANT PLAY FOR SHIT LMFAO)
You tossed it to each other a few times as you continued to talk and tease each other. After you caught the ball, and you teased him for having a weak throw, he began to chase you. Tackling you (softly) to the ground, you were left giggling, and he was watching you with an adoring smile.
When you locked eyes, lying in the sand, he would reach over and brush some sand off your face. Then, quicker than you were expecting, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. When he broke away, he apologized, saying he just felt the overwhelming urge to kiss you.
You smiled and told him it was alright, you felt it too. Pleased with this, he asked if he could kiss you again, to which you obviously said yes.
#౨ৎㅤ mark#mark x reader#mark lee#idol x reader#౨ৎㅤ violet writes#first kiss#first date#bf!mark#afab!reader#nct fluff#nct 127 fluff#nct u fluff#nct dream fluff
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me and my husband
A/N; wholesome old fashioned marriage in 1950, ITS 5AM I DIDNT SEELP ALL NITH
Pairing; "Mychael" x AFAB!Reader
CW; fluff / this is a what if MC stayed willingly on the forest, forgetting about the cat, his job and everything / reader is called wife and wears dresses but that doesnt mean its a woman (to my transmasc fellas (probably only me)) / this made me feel like inside a disney old movie / mawar, sansuyu and primrose are kinda like their babies / cute implied sex
The morning was as beautiful and warm as your heart, the sun's rays came through the windows while you combed your hair in front of the mirror, you could hear the morning song of the birds echoing from outside, the aroma of the forest was fresh, like a delicious mint tea in the morning, ready to brighten your day.
"Honey, Mychael, are you awake?" You asked as you looked at the green-tinted body next to you, the non-human boy only letting out a few muffled sounds, trying to sweep the dream away from himself.
"Good morning, firefly" Mychael said in a lazy tone, he opened two of his four eyes before leaning down to kiss your lips, morning breath was not a problem when it came to showing how much he loved you.
"I'm going to make breakfast, can you feed the girls?" Even though it was a question you were already standing up to put on a coat and head to the kitchen.
Mychael imitated you by standing up and putting on a coat, it would soon be winter and the weather was already starting to change, but that was okay! It meant you could be the little spoon when giving yourself nightly cuddles with your husband.
Ah, husband, that word sounded so nice.
Not long ago you told Mychael about what marriage was and the emotional meaning it carried, how that made you "officially" a family, so to speak.
Your wedding was in the garden, Marmar, Sunny and Rosie were present of course, Mychael walked you back to the city to get a beautiful white suit and veil, you looked so beautiful that day, Mychael made sure to repeat it every second and make you feel like the most esteemed jewel in the world.
You could still remember how your mother told you things about maturity, how sweet life would be once you found your loved one and shared a life together until death do you part.
Mychael was that, your loved one, a boy with a heart of gold who only loved you.
And to his three girls, of course, Mawar, Sansuyu and Primrose, since that day, every moment has felt so fresh and pure, like tasting paradise, swimming in clouds, sobbing stars.
And Michael? Oh, it was so adorable to see how he did anything for your comfort, you were his beloved pearl, his old-fashioned lover who loved naps by the fireplace and telling stories about his life.
If chickens could talk, they would say that you look at Mychael with radiant love in your eyes and he does the same.
While you were washing the vegetables for breakfast you heard Mychael entering back into the cabin after feeding the chickens and checking the crops. He approached humming a song, the same one he played for you for the first time on his kalimba, his hands wandering. over his hips and moved playfully from side to side, inviting you to dance with him.
"Come on sweetie, don't you want to dance with your husband for a moment?" He whispered in your ear, his hands took yours to force you to stop working and turn to look at him.
Yes, he didn't look human but that doesn't mean he wasn't attractive.
Your hand went up to caress the strange mushroom-patterned horn on his head, causing your husband to purr, it was so cute to see him so comfortable next to you, with you, with the life they had.
You left your job behind, his old home, but you wouldn't change anything you have now, a quiet and domestic life was all you needed.
Both bodies moved through the kitchen, spinning to the rhythm of Mychael's humming, the home was so cozy that the cold seemed nonexistent.
Despite still being a little numb from just waking up, you interrupted his humming to sing, it's not like you had the best voice and it was actually kind of embarrassing, but when you're in love, who doesn't do the cheesiest things? You laughed a little at how happy it made you to dance alongside your husband.
"Hey, hey, hey, lover… you don't have to be a star, hey, hey, hey, lover… I love you just the way you are" Your cheeks burned with grief but that didn't stop you from smiling, Mychael leaned in to gather his forehead with yours as he enjoyed the moment with you.
Being with you made him the happiest man in the world.
"My wife is so sweet, you make me so happy, firefly" he whispered as one pair of eyes watched you, the other pair was closed as he savored the dance with you, he pulled your hips to cling to his body even more. "My beautiful wife, my beloved is so alluring, so charming, so wonderful, stunning, breathtaking" Receiving compliments from your man was always so pleasant, if you could purr like him you surely would.
"You look so alluring wearing that flowery apron" He commented with a mischievous smile, Mychael was a bit cocky by nature and loved to tease you.
He knew you liked that.
You both cooed at each other for a long time until your stomach growled, demanding food, you couldn't ignore the routine anymore so you both got to work on breakfast.
It was such a complete love, such a full life, such a happy heart.
After having breakfast you made sure to take good care of Marmar, Sunny and Rosie, that the field was in perfect condition, and clean the cabin. Mychael had gone out to bring a few things that were missing from the home, such as more firewood, meat for dinner and some pipes to install the drainage system in the bathroom, it was almost ready.
Not every day was the same, sometimes they had time to spare and they would settle down together in front of the fireplace, go for a walk through the most relaxing areas of the forest, or cuddle the chickens.
"Honey, wifey" Your husband's voice rang, he was knitting new wool sweaters since it would soon be winter. You walked over to your husband to snuggle up next to him, the atmosphere making your eyes feel heavy.
"Tired, firefly?" Mychael asked, just watching you pout and bat your eyelashes was enough to have the green-skinned boy carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, it always worked so you didn't help but let out a malicious giggle.
Things in bed were also fun, you were both passionate and loved each other intensely.
"I love you so much, Mychael, I want you to lull me, drown me, crush me…" You asked him in a whisper despite being the only ones in the cabin, the warm atmosphere of the home protected them, You were in the dark, the sounds of the forest setting their act of love. "My husband is so good, he knows how to make me feel so good, so desired" You confessed to him with a blush on your cheeks, saying what you felt so openly (maybe even a little bold) was still something that made you nervous.
"Thank you for coming into my life, dear" The seriousness with which he said those words carried so much feeling, he gave you a sad smile, you knew that Mychael was alone before he met you… very, very alone. "You always fill my heart with so much joy, knowing that you are mine... I feel so loved and… I want to make you feel loved, I am completely devoted to you, firefly, your wishes are my commands"
You were both sighing under the sheets, exhausted by their recent act, bodies so close together that they seemed to melt into each other as they enjoyed the other's heat.
"I love you"
"I love you"
You both laughed, sharing a loving kiss before falling asleep.
♡
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smutty scenario request please with jaemin who can’t keep his hands to himself after seeing you only with his shirt on 🥵
jaem strives on physical touch even in the most public places, but if you two are in the comfort of your home... it's almost like he can't live without having his hands on you in any way, groping and feeling you up as if it's his life source.
when he sees you wearing his shirt, no doubt with only panties on under it and feet covered in those fuzzy socks you insist on wearing when it's cold — not to mention looking like you just woke up from the best nap of your life — jaemin absolutely goes feral.
his hands start off by trailing light fingertips over whatever skin he can feel, his mouth sucking marks into your neck and nipping at the skin beneath your ears.
despite wanting to bend you over the nearest piece of furniture, flip your (his) shirt up over your ass and pull your panties to the side, he tries to restrain himself.
he lives to work you up, and to gently ease you into it before he decides to fuck you hard — that and he's considerate enough to let you wake up after your nap.
but after a moment or two of light touches and whispered promises, jaemin seems like the type to lose his composure and just grope you — groping at your plush tits beneath his shirt, nipples hardening at the feeling of his cold hands, cupping your heat over the flimsy material of your panties, and groaning as he can feel your arousal start to soak through and onto his palm... the same palm he'd be covering your mouth with only a beat later as he's shoving his sweats down and pulling his cock from his boxers, fingers holding your panties to the side as he lines his cock up.
this was so bad i'm sorry
#𖤐 — nct dream writings.#cw : afab#cw : gn terms#nct dream x reader#nct dream imagine#nct dream smut#nct x reader#nct imagine#nct smut#jaemin x reader#jaemin imagine#jaemin smut#na jaemin x reader#na jaemin imagine#na jaemin smut#kpop x reader#kpop imagine#kpop smut
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Hi! How are you? I hope you're doing great! May ask hc of rezef x (fem) reader? Reader is an intelligent,calm, polite and short person and her look and voice are just like dolls and she is cayena's lady in waiting. Please take your time and thank you!
[ AUTHOR NOTE ] Thank you for requesting, nonnie! Sorry this may be short, it's been a while since I made a hc 😭
[ CONTENT WARNING ] yandere / possessive attitude (it's Rezef)
[ PRONOUNS USED ] she/her! But anyone can read ^^
❏ Rezef was known to hate everyone. No matter who it was, his servants or others he loathed them. All except his sister. This was true enough until he met her.
❏ She was Cayena’s new lady-in-waiting. At first Rezef thought she just looked pretty like a doll but that was it. Later after plenty of illegal observations made him realize her potential. This only fueled his tendencies to search and observe her even more and see if someone had eyes on her.
❏ He hated the fact that Name had so many men on her tail, men desperate for her attention. So much that some even tried to make plans of meddling with his new obsession's things and schedules. So he murdered them, he told himself it was because of the fact that Name was Cayena’s lady-in-waiting meaning she needed to be there for her sister. Little did he know it was for other reasons.
❏ He found about his actual reasons when he saw her with another noble. He had hated it. Hated seeing her with another. He had dragged Name away from there and told her to stay away from any men other than him. Clearly possessive. This was when he realized he wasn't doing his actions for Cayena’s sake anymore.
❏ He'd grown so attached that he'd do everything to get her attention. To get her to be in the room with him. Every excuse possible and Cayena still hadn't managed to catch his obsession with the female.
❏ The day he managed a kiss from her was the day he became infatuated. Utterly infatuated. Every bit of him wanted and needed her as his wife.
❏ When his father made it clear that he didn't want him marrying her, he went into a complete anger tantrum. Breaking everything. The audacity of the man. It didn't matter though as he would still do it. Whether his father liked it or not, that woman will be his.
Name stands there, she was called to the prince’s room yet again. Her eyes hold way to the emotions of concern and curiosity.
Rezef sits by his desk, sapphire eyes fixed onto the female. His lips lift up in a smile as he heads to her, eyes glowing with delight as he watched her bow respectfully towards him. “Do you know why I've asked you to come here, my lady?” He stares at her, fondly eyeing her frame.
“No...” She murmurs, her eyes giving way to confusion now. “Why has His Highness called me?” This question made him laugh. A laugh that was one of a cold-hearted male. Name shifted nervously at the sound of it.
The awkwardness lingered as Rezef came closer towards her. Now near her, he reached forward and touched her chin, lifting it to face him. His eyes were ablaze with the feeling of admiration, adoration and lust mixed together as he leaned closer, his mouth near her ear. His hot breath making her shudder. "Has any man ever told you that you look beautiful, doll?" He whispered as his hand still remained stroking her cheek.
Name was quiet. "They have." She said quietly. Rezef just smirks before he neared her lips. "Then allow me to make those men jealous." He whispered, lips touching hers.
tagging, @sxnful-rage
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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 - 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐞 종진락
૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა *ੈ✩‧₊˚
𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff | idol!au
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: chenle x afab reader
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: none
≡;- ꒰ °he would always be the first person to make sure you would always feel loved. Including his own family.꒱
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･a/n: I can’t help but think about that ‘one night sleepover trip’ chenle and he looks so comforting when he’s with his family. Disclaimer: since in the program he was just 17/18, in this story he’s 19/20 to make it more appropriate.
The soft touch of his hand caressed your hair, ignoring whatever his aunt was chatting about. Oh my god he was falling in love with you every single day. With the way his family loves you, your passion to even hear his little aunt’s talkative conversations even though he told you many times that it’s okay if you didn’t want to hear it. It got to the point where the moment he went back to China without you, that’s when the million questions were going to be asked. Starting from his aunts. Although you do visit his relatives when the both of you had a chance to go home.
You were here to help Chenle’s family with a program show.
“i feel like little aunt was a lot more quieter before y/n was here." Sangmin laughed followed by others. "I can see she likes y/n a lot."
"she adores y/n. The whole family does, sometimes I would get an earful from them if I didn't bring y/n if I came home." Chenle explained.
There was something about the way you treat his family like your own really proofed your sincerity. You couldn't get bored hearing his relatives voice every single time you came over. But then again, the distance between your family and his was more to a 1 hour drive.
Very sweet of him to drive 1 hour just to see you when you both sleep on the same bed everyday at Korea. But you do feel guilty because he probably felt exhausted.
"do you love your son's partner?" you helped Chenle with the translations and a smile grew on his mom's face. The woman nodded. "of course! It's really sad to not have her around. I see her performances when I miss her." And the subject went on for a while. Mostly questions about background stories and something about tradition in China that you didn’t quite focus on.
Maybe it wasn’t truly your fault that you didn’t caught up with whatever subject they were talking about. Jet lagged was definitely hitting you while you were talking with Chenle’s mom. With the bright lights in the living room and kitchen, definitely didn’t help the burning throb in your head. It was making your mind fuzz. Though you realised that you had to go back home unless you’re planning to drive at night.
At the same time, everyone looked so happy to be here. Maybe the time could wait a little while.
You don’t think you had talked a full and proper conversation with Chenle since both of you had stepped inside the house so when he approached you at the kitchen alone while you drank a glass of water, he wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin rested on top of your head. “Don’t go. Stay with me hm?” The way he made it sound more convincing and hopeful really made you think twice. No, you can’t do that. You didn’t want to give Chenle’s mom a hard time.
Inhaling the scent of his cologne made it a little helpful to ease the pain. You turned around, facing him. “Your mom and aunts had enough guest love. Our distance are literally 1 hour and 42 minutes away.” You replied but it wasn’t enough to satisfy Chenle.
“Exactly. It’s far, mom and dad are not home, neither your siblings. There’s your favourite clothes i keep in my closet.” It became normal for him and you to just call each other parents “mom” or “dad”. Less confusing according to Chenle. “I’m not letting you drive along the highway at this hour. You’re not even well. No one is going to take care of you if you go home.” You snuggled in his chest while he convinces you not to go.
“Netflix can accompany me.”
“y/n I swear to god. I will unsubscribe our description.”
He lightly pinched your waist making you shift from the tickle. The kitchen was filled with the sound of yours and Chenle’s laughter.
No denial that it was dark. The dim moonlight was the only thing that made the room lit.
“I will literally ask mom to give you an earful if you’re going home in this condition. She really wants you to come with us to visit grandfather tomorrow. mom-” you covered his mouth to stop him from calling his mom.
After a few more moments and a bit more convincing, Chenle managed to win over you. The moment both of you were in bed, you buried your face in his chest while the both of your legs tangled in each other. This was his favourite moment. Spending time with his family with the love of his life without having any worries.
People can say how lucky he is to be loved by many people but one thing for sure that he will forever cherish is that you and his family were a comfort crowd to him.
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SWEET AS HONEY
NSFW 🍋
Pairing: Morpheus (dream) x AFAB! Reader
Warning: aphrodisiac used - both parties consenting, flood play, outdoor sex but in a private area, oral, face sitting, blow jobs, desperate sex, nipple play, overstimulation, established relationship, AFAB but gender not stated, french kissing, cum play, Cream pie, aftercare, porn with fluff, minor smelling kink from dream, implied both of you are switches, slight praise kink, LOTS of dirty talk
Absolutely obsessed with sandman at the moment. Morpheus owns my heart. My pathetic soggy meow meow. Been enjoying reading the fics on Tumblr and A03 and decided to give my hand at writing some smut for him!
"My lord, I am requesting your company in the gardens, it's been awhile since we've been able to enjoy a nice stroll."
Dream looked down at you from his throne. Tilting his head as he rested it in his palm. "Oh? And when are you expecting my company?"
"In 2 hours, I am assuming you're accepting my request."
"Always, it would be my pleasure."
You smiled. Turning on your heel as you marched out of throne room. Going straight to the kitchen to prepare some meals for the two of you, whilst dreams don't need to eat you weren't always a being of the dream realm. Once a human just like any other until you crossed paths with Morpheus. Gifted the abilities to walk through both realms as a guide to dreamers when he is away to important matters.
So whilst eating was not necessary, it gave you comfort. It was familiar.
But what was new was the small jar of honey by your hand. A gift. You gossiped with Desire whenever you could, they loved knowing every detail of your embarassing life. Listening to your worries and lack of confidence concerning their brother despite the two of you being together. And so, they gifted a jar of sweet aphrodisiac. A gentle one. One to give you a boost and spark your confidence. Strong enough to even effect an endless like themselves.
You needed to ask Dream before you opened it. You intended it to be for the both of you. And so you hurried along, getting your date ready.
You changed into something light, the sun beaming down on the realm was warm. The breeze cool. Perfect weather as always. You brushed out the blanket on the lush green field, admiring the fountain not too far away. A cobble path leading towards it and outwards, covered in moss and vines. The sound of the rushing water eased you nodded to yourself. Trying to calm down your racing heart.
You jogged back to the back of the castle, instantly colliding with the chest of the very man you were looking for. Looking up to see Dream offering you a smile. Small and warmer than the sun.
"Lead the way." Was all he said, linking his arms with yours.
You two took your time. It was peaceful back here. No one ever came out here unless it was for maintenance. It was the perfect place to be undisturbed.
"I have a gift for you but I want to know if you'll accept it." Your eyes flickered towards him. Your palms growing sweaty as you brows knitted. Worried he wouldn't approve.
"It's from Desire, up their mischief I assume."
He kept his eyes trained ahead. You just caught the small tug on the corner of his lips. Trying not to show his distain for his sibling. But he knew your relationship with them was friendly, Desire was kind in their way when they wanted to be. Even if there's always a catch.
Your eyes widened. A flash of surprise hitting you before you shook your head. "Of course you know." Looking up at him once more to watch his expression. "I was curious to try it but I need your permission, My lord."
"It is granted, i trust you."
Those words made your heart grow fuzzy. Trust from a being such as Morpheus was not easily gained. Often times it was given reluctantly. But you knew him, he was being honest. He truely trusted you and that was all you needed.
Once you two arrived at the picnic, you were first to move. Taking off your shoes and he did the same. Not wanting to track mud on the blanket. Sitting down and patted the spot beside. He followed you and sat down, elbows leaning on his propped up knees. You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. His eyes snapped to your direction, a smile tugging ever so slightly on his lips.
"What amuses you?"
"Just you, my Lord."
You grinned. Eyes trailing down to his lips. So pouty. So soft. No Matter how many times you've kissed you still couldn't stop imagining how they would feel. Wanting it imprinted on your memory until you couldn't think of anything else.
"We are alone, starlight, I wish to hear my name from your lips."
"Would you like some tea, Morpheus?" Straying from your thoughts as you tried to not focus on the heat rising up your neck.
He nodded. Finding words not necessary as he helped you take out the tea set you put in the basket. Carefully pouring out the misty tea from the flask as you grabbed the jar of honey. Looking at him, waiting for him to say anything. Wanting to give him another chance to consider his decision but he just took it from your hands. Stirring a glob of honey in each of your cups.
You pulled out the box of chocolates you made the night before then strawberries.
"How fitting, starlight." He mused, grabbing the heart shaped fruit. It was a vibrant red, plump too. Perfect. Watching as you pulled out more fruit, blueberry and cherries. You made sure they were seedless.
Happily stretching out your legs as you got comfortable. Leaning on your elbows as you took a cherry from its container. Biting down with a soft groan. Dream mirrored your position and plucked the cherry from your fingers. His tongue poking where you bit before he ate the rest.
Your cheeks flushed as you watched him smile once more. "Very sweet." He sucked the juices off his thumb, not daring to break eye contact.
Finding your mouth parting, wishing to say something but unable to find the words. You took your cup of tea, taking a long sip avoiding his intense gaze. He chuckled as he used two fingers to push down your drink.
"Slow down, take it in small portions or you'll be too overwhelmed."
You nodded. Feeling a fuzz run through your veins. Trying to calm yourself as you took a chocolate. Shaped as a ball with a cream filling. Shyly pushing it to his lips, which parted eagerly to try what you made. His tongue poking the tip of your finger. That fuzz spiked into a shock of electricity. Already feeling it's effects creep through your system.
He took a small gulp of his own drink trying to even out your situation. A warm flush spread from his throat down to his stomach. His muscles beginning to relax as the heat caressed him.
You grabbed another chocolate, he did the same. Copying you like an inexperienced actor. This ordeal unfamiliar to him as he's never had to eat before, not like you. But he felt a small twinge of magic flow back into him everytime. After all, he made the trees bloom in your little garden, the kitchen you found yourself in made by him. His efforts to make you feel more at home.
Whilst he went to eating it whole, letting it melt on his tongue as he watched you. You took a small bite out of it, lapping up the white moose filling. Eyes looking up at him to watch his expression twitch. You felt pride swell knowing you were effecting him.
Dream took another gulp of his tea but this time a bigger one. His eyes darkening, trained on your every movement as you plucked more food into your mouth. His brows scrunching, holding back a noise as he pressed his stomach to the blanket. The slight friction felt like lightening.
You noticed. Looking down at the small tent, licking your lips. Of course he saw. He hasn't stopped staring at you since this picnic started.
"Hungry, my love?"
"Starved." You croaked out. Crawling towards him, careful not to knock anything over, your hands shakily reaching for his chest as you pushed him onto his back. Dream let you do as you please, enjoying the way you trembled. Your eyes frantic to soak in the sight of him.
Your body sunk lower, finding your place between his legs. Raking your nails over the fabric making his breath hitch. His muscles flexed under your touch as you began to unbutton his trousers. Tugging them down to his knees along with his underwear. Your hand dragging up his thigh to his toned stomach, lifting his shirt in the process. Each touch felt like fire on his skin, his breathing becoming more heavy. His fingers digging into the blanket as he tried to stay still. Trying to keep up his front of control.
He was dream of the endless. The nightmare king. The ruler of this realm and your king. The personification of the dreaming.
He was-
He was putty in your hands.
You slowly pumped his aching cock, relishing in the way it hardened in your grasp. Running your thumb over the vein that run along the underside. Your mind was becoming foggy with every twitch. Your own arousal becoming more apparent to you.
Suddenly, an idea struck your mind. Morpheus knew that look all too well. Biting back his groans as he tugged on your arm, wanting your focus back on him.
"What is that mind of yours conjuring?"
"Desire did tell me there were multiple ways to take this, I wanted to see what would be more effective." You chewed on your lower lip, still thinking of your next move. Trying to not get giddy with excitement knowing you were leaving him so desperate.
Dream had enough paitence to wait thousand's of centuries just to see the solar shower that happened across his families realms. But yet, here he was straining his body to not chase his own pleasure. His lips pulled into a small snarl as he wanted nothing more than you to move your hand.
"And how do you plan to do that, starlight?"
You grabbed the spoon with your free hand, your other than squeezing the base of his cock. He let out a shaky gasp as he jerked his hips up. Humming as you tasted the honey, it was sweeter than you expected. Sharp on your tongue as you kept it on your tongue.
Moving back between his legs and laid on your stomach. Holding his hips as your mouth swallowed around the tip of his cock. The honey dripping down as you sucked, coating his sex completely. His sensitivity going from 5 to 100. Choking out a cry as he throw his head back. Thrusting up into your mouth as you greedily took in as much as you could. Using one of your hands to squeeze and twist the base.
You sucked on the head. Swirling your tongue over the slit making him groan. His fingers ripping at the blanket, your hand kept jerking as you could see he was getting closer.
"You can take all of it, I know you can my love, Take it." It was not a command but a plea. His gorgeous eyes shimmering with tears. Just needing that push to the edge.
And who were you to deny your king?
You removed your hand making him curse under his breath. Forcing his hips to stay down with both hands as you slowly bobbed your head. Taking more inches each time as you loosened your jaw. Feeling him slide into your throat as you adjusted your head, pulling his cock more towards you.
The warmth of your mouth surrounded him. Feeling your tongue drag as you moved your head once more. Up and down. Taking everything right down to the base. He choked on his breath. Feeling himself tip. Throwing his head back as he thrusted harshly into your mouth, cum squirting in thick ropes.
You came off with a wet pop. Panting as your nails dug into his hips. The arousal between your legs was pooling. Dream watched you closely as you crawled up. Sitting between his legs as you rolled out your tongue. Showing off the mixture of spit, honey and his cum. It was filthy. You felt it but seeing his eyes widen only made you shiver. His large hands grabbing at your body as he yanked you towards him.
His lips crashing against yours. His tongue prying through your parted lips. Groaning as your tongues glided against each other. Able to taste himself fully. It was bitter yet intoxicatingly sweet from the honey. You could feel his hand on your neck, squeezing as he tried to pull you closer. You pawed at his chest and shoulder. Pressing your body against him as much as you could. But it wasn't enough.
His fingers making you squirm as they grabbed at your shirt. Only leaning back to remove, throwing it to who knows where. Your clothed heat flush against his cock. Both of you letting out a groan. You let out a squealed laugh as he started kicking off his pants. Reaching back to help him. Why he always insisted on wearing such tight clothing you'll never understand.
You let out a gasp as your back hit the blanket. He tugged down your pants, throwing them to the pile of your scattered clothes. Only leaving with your underwear.
Completely weak beneath him. Trapped under his form as he took in the sight of you. Rubbing your thighs together as you sought out your own pleasure. You needed him. Needing to hear more of his noises. To feel his hands on you. To be inside you.
All you could do was whine. "Touch me"
"I'll do more than that, starlight, I'll kiss every inch of your body as you squirm underneath me."
And true to his word, He held your waist. Caressing your sides as his head dunked down. Kissing along your jaw as he spoke. You rolled your hips up, trying to seek out his body but it was futile. Gasping as his knee pressed against your sex.
"I'll caress and mark your body, you are mine, I will make sure every being understands that." He kissed you down to your chest, sucking on the skin just above it.
His fingers swiped at the honey, taking as much as he could. Spreading it to both hands as he kept kissing your collar bones. Smearing the sticky treat across your chest as he fondled the flesh. Rolling your nipples between two fingers. Pinching them as the honey coated them.
You let out a loud moan, your sensitivity flying. It felt so warm. Like electricity was sparking on your nerves. Mewling as he tugged them. His usual stoic expression morphed into a smirk. Completely smug.
"Taste you until you're trembling and gasping-"
He grabbed as your side, kissing down to your nipple before taking it in his mouth. You couldn't help but grind against his knee. Growing more desperate as the aphrodisiac flooded your system. Already feeling it's sparks from the tea and now feeling it ten fold.
His other hand moved from your other nipple and now Infront of your parted lips. Honey coated them still as you took it in your mouth. Humming as your swirled your tongue around his digits. Your eyes trailing down to see his cock still hard. Straining against him. The head was blushing a dark red as pre cum spilled.
Releasing your nipple he continued his descent down your body. His fingers leaving your mouth with a string of salvia connecting to to them.
"Stealing every chance of breath as I devour you." He moved his body to lay down. His nose nudging your clit. Taking in a deep inhale, smelling your arousal. You wanted to force Your legs shut, embarrassed but he kept them open with his shoulders.
A scream was ripped from you as he tore off the only piece of cloth you had left. Leaving it tattered on the ground as he grabbed your legs. His back slamming down on the grass whilst you sat on his chest. You clutched at the ground trying to stabilize yourself after the sudden movement. Shaking as he just let out a deep chuckle.
Gliding his hands up your thighs as he tugged them forward. You hovered over him, thinking you were crushing him but he guided you over his face. You clenched air as you grabbed his head. "Morpheus...."
"Are you not my lover? Do you not deserve your very own throne? Sit on my face, my love, let me please you."
With that you let yourself lower. Clenching his head between your thighs as he licked a long strip up your folds.
"I could feel how wet you were but now I'm tasting you? You're more addicting than any aphrodisiac."
His words were going straight down to your core. His tongue lapping up what he could. Groaning as he tried to bury his face deeper.
"You've done this to me before-"
"And everytime I can't get enough." He breathed out. Pulling your hips down, putting more of your weight on him. Whining as his noses pressed against your sensative bud.
His tongue squirming between your folds, starting to tongue fuck. You squirmed at the sensation, moving your hips to chase your pleasure. Anything he tried to say was muffled. The vibrations sending you reeling as you moaned.
You let out a cry as he tried to shove your sex even closer. His senses were entirely filled with you. But he insisted. Wanting more. Needing more. Drunk on your taste.
"Morpheus - please -"
Your hands weaved through his block locks. Tugging them rightly in shaky fists. He groaned as he finally moved his head. Sucking on your clit, gently rolling it between his teeth before he lapped it up. Your body heaved as it struck you. Feeling your release get closer and closer.
His eyes locked with yours. Knowing you were hanging on the edge. Parting from your throbbing sex for only a second. "Come for me."
It hit you like a storm. Crying out as your body flinched from how hard you came. But Morpheus didn't stop. Humming as he lapped up your juices. You tugged at his hair again trying to squirm away from his vicious mouth. Greedily taking every last drop from you.
"Too much-!"
Yet it felt so good. Your back arching as you melwed. Rolling your hips to get more but everytime you did it made you tremble. The pleasure becoming unbearable. You sobbed as he licked your clit.
"Morpheus-!" You screamed as a second orgasm crashed against you. Gasping for air as tears ran down your face.
He finally pried himself off you. His eyes were fixed on you. Hazy. Eyelids fluttering as he panted. You crawled back, sitting on his stomach as his hands caressed moved from your hips now to your back. Caressing your spine. Hugging you close to him. Smiling to himself as you shook in his arms. Feeling every twitch in your legs.
"You are cruel...." You whined. Hiding your face in his chest. He could feel your smile as you kissed his pale skin.
"That was mercy, my love, if you allowed it I would spend the rest of entirety with your thighs around my head."
You moaned at his words but as tempting as it was you needed to feel him. Unable to cool the fire souring through your body. As soon as your high ended you were coiled tight in need. Your desire only growing stronger as you grinded back on his sex. Sitting up as you positioned yourself over his thighs.
"I need...I need you to-"
You couldn't wait anymore. The fire consumed you. Clawing at your insides as all of it screamed for him. Morpheus sat up, leaning on his elbows. Only lifting one hand to cup your face. Making you look at him as you shuddered.
"Take what you need, I am your servant, use me."
You gripped his cock, your thumb pressing down on the slit as you guided him towards you. Groaning when he brushed against your aching bud. Unable to stop yourself as you rolled your hips, bouncing up and down as you kept him flush to your sex. The veins running up his dick rubbing against you deliciously.
Squeezing the head as you coated the underside with your juices. Your brain too far gone to feel ashamed. Just desperate for more pleasure.
"And you say I am cruel." He breathed out. Only able to watch. Twitching in your grasp. Your pleasure was his, seeing you so desperate made his head spin.
"Please keep talking...."
You whimpered out. Nuzzling your face into his hand, using your free hand to keep it close. Seeking out more of his warmth.
He was not as cruel as you think. More than happy to guide you to your orgasm. After all, was that not his job? To help those who appear in his realm, seeking out their dreams.
"So desperate, chasing pleasure only I can give you."
His voice was consuming your brain. It was so soft yet so loud. Rattling in your head like thunder but feeling as gentle as rain. It was as rich as the chocolate you ate earlier. It was one of the things you loved so much about him. Ever since you heard it in your dreams you were always seeking it out. To hear every emotion he could muster.
And that needy breathless tone he was using now? Oh - it made your whole body burn up.
"I can feel how wet you are, completely covering me in your arousal, my love, I bet you'd feel so good clenching around me, do you want that? To no longer feel so empty?"
You nodded, feverishly jerking the head of his cock as you kept bouncing. Unable to reach the spike you needed. You couldn't bring yourself to stop. Too lost in the aggravating slow build of it all. It felt so good yet wasn't enough but you couldn't bare to strip yourself away from this pleasure.
"Morpheus, please fuck me, claim me all over again - I need you-!"
He bucked into your grip. Grabbing your chin as he pulled your face down. Forcing you to stare into his eyes.
"Keep begging for me like that, you sound so sweet."
"Please Dream, please my love, I'm already yours so just take me-! You feel so good- please! Fuck me." You let out a sharp shaky breath as you tried to muster your words. "Fuck me until I can't walk, be good for me, you're always my good boy- please-"
He let out a stuttered groan as he suddenly came. His cum spilling all over your hand as his back hit the ground once again. You gasped as you clenched the head of his cock.
Morpheus grabbed your hips, rolling you both over, aligning your sexes together as he glared down at you.
"I'm going to ravish you."
You didn't even get to say a word. He slowly thrusted in, letting out a soft moan. Shocked at how easily he was able to slid in. Bottoming out instantly as he did one rough thrust. You wrapped your legs around his hips, trying to keep him as close as possible.
Dream couldn't keep his hands off you. Grabbing at your body as he fucked into you. Your hands turning into fists either side your head, tugging and pulling at the grass below. Your lover desperately trying to ground himself as he lost himself in the feel of your warmth. Feeling every twitch and clench. The lewd squelching that came from between your bodies. It was all too much.
His hands finding their way to your chest, holding you just under your armpits as his thumbs rolled your nipples. Your body was glistening under the sun, still sticky with honey. Just as quick as they came, they were gone. His hands back on your hips as he kept you steady. You pawed at his hands and dream happily took them. Your fingers threaded together as he pounded into you.
You clenched as he hit that certain spot. He knew your body all too well. Knowing exactly how to make you see stars.
One of his hands left yours and moved to your clit. Rolling it in tight circles as he puffed out his chest. His head bowing as he let out a strangled cry. Your walls clenching around him more as your pleasure rose.
"So warm.... hugging me so tight- That's it, feels so good when I touch you here, doesn't it?"
You nodded. "Feels....so...good." Drool was now on the corner of your lips. Eyes wet from how intense everything felt. Your mind was going blank as speaking became a challenge.
Each thrust hitting exactly where you needed. His thumb working you up. That peak coming into your mind's eye as he rolled faster. Adding more pressure. Your eyes rolling back as you screamed. Unable to keep yourself to the ground as your back was stuck arched.
With your free hand you pulled him down by the neck. Grabbing a large chunk of dream's hair as your mouths crashed together. Swallowing each others noises as he kept his brutal pace. You could feel it; he was close too. You needed to cum with him.
Dream felt dizzy. Clenching your hand tight. You felt too good- sometimes he wondered if you were real. So perfect for him. Everytime you two delved into this ocean of pleasure he found himself reluctant to swim. Wanting to drown in every fibre of your being. You were his anchor and hardest temptation.
You were practically choking his cock. Even as his tongue pushed into your mouth you were loud. He could hear every gasp, moan and hitch. What has he done to deserve such a wonderful lover?
Morpheus couldn't keep himself together much longer. Feeling his release dangle Infront of him. His thrusts becoming sloppy as you mewled and whined. Knowing you were hanging on just like him.
Your legs wrapped around him tighter, pushing his hips forward. Wanting him just as desperately as he wanted you. Dream finally parted the kiss. Burying his face in your shoulder as he let out a loud moan. Slamming himself into you as your walls twitched. He trembled as small gasps of air left him. Little whines threading through them as he came.
The sheer force drove you over the edge. Milking every last drop out of him as your orgasm hit you. You hugged him tight as your hands pulled at his hair.
You both panted as your hearts slowly went back to their normal pace. He stayed buried inside you as he slumped. Laying ontop of you as you kept him in a tight hug like a koala. Your fingers now weaving through his hair. Soothing the dull ache he felt in the back of his head. He hummed as he let his muscles completely melt.
"That.....was amazing." You beamed. Nuzzling your face into the mop of darkness on his head.
"You were just as spectacular as always, my love." He kissed your neck. Morpheus mused. His voice somehow becoming even deeper. You let out a small laugh as you kissed his head. Thanking him for his kind words.
"Are you feeling okay? Was it too much?"
"No, it was perfect - what about you? How are you feeling?"
"Just as content." He hummed.
With that you smiled. Letting your eyes flutter, enjoying having him so close. The world blurring as you closed your eyes. Embracing the blanket of heat the sun gave the two of you. This was better than any dream you could think of.
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Replaced MC AU
Warnings: afab mc, chubby mc, short mc.
Reblog is the best support so please.
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When Diavolo announced that the new human exchange student would come.
After hearing about the arrival of a new human exchange student, MC is looking forward to making new friends.
Whether they are regular humans, witches, or warlocks, the MCs want to maintain friendly communication with each other.
Of course, they won't force each other, they just want to help them not to be lost in the magic world as they were at the beginning.
The seven brothers have mixed emotions at the beginning on the contrary, they might look forward to new humans under the MC's influence, but after seeing the MC's reaction, they don't want the MC's attention to be completely drawn away from them.
If the new human attracts the brothers.
Asmo is probably the first one to be friendly to the new lamb. He has the ability to see the beauty inside a person and he would be the bridge between his brothers and the new student. But if the new student thought that Asmo would trust them so easily, then they were wrong. Asmo is picky and he knows only MC and his brothers would love him no matter what. Since he’s the queen of gossip, he’d know the moment if the new student dared to say some misinformation about MC. No one could hurt or slander the second most beautiful creature in the three worlds under his watch.
Levi would be the second one since he actually has the urge to meet new people. However, he would be struggling because he felt guilt for betraying MC unless MC could comfort him that it’s not betraying and he’s just gonna have a new friend not replace them for the new student. But this sensitive and shy boy would remind himself that he can’t let MC feel they’re neglected. The Lord of Shadow wouldn’t forget and neglect Henry even though he has a new friend, and so does he.
The twins might be the third ones if the new exchange student is kind enough to give Beel some delicious food or be nice to sleepy Belphie. But they won’t give their trust credits soon, the twins would show their friendly but it’s not because they trust the student or like them already. They still need more time to ensure that this human wouldn’t threaten their family. It’s hard for the twins to replace MC with the new human unless they’re Lilith, but even though the new human is Lilith herself, the twins make sure that they enjoy MC and Lilith’s company. Beel and Belphie wouldn’t waste the chances with both of their favorite humans and they believe that MC are irreplaceable.
Mammon is proud of himself that he’s MC’s first demon. He’s greedy so he would be hostile to the new student and assumed that the human is trying to steal MC’s attention. He’d love to see if other brothers have less time with MC. He’d tried to threaten the new student for money and be scolded by Lucifer. He only hangs out with the new student sometimes when they ask him nicely or for goods. He might start thinking the new human is not bad but the intimacy level wouldn’t be higher than Luke. You better believe that you and Mammon belong to each other or this sweet idiot demon would cry, MC.
Satan though would be the SECOND one to act nice to the new human, but that is just all for polite and act. It’s hard to earn his trust, even though the new human also loves cats so much, the trust wouldn’t be the same as he trusts you. Still, would try to pull the new student to join the ANTI-Lucifer League. He knows the pain and the wrath when your whole being vanishes and only exists for someone’s replacement. You’re one and only, MC. He would remind you every single day if you forget that.
As the Avatar of Pride and the eldest, Lucifer who’s the last to trust the new student is predictable. Of course, he would supervise that his siblings wouldn’t harm the new fragile student or be harmed if the new student is a witch or a powerful sorcerer. He wouldn’t tolerate some mere human toy with his brothers and try to tear his family apart. Like Mammon, he is secretly glad that if you have more time alone, you’ll spend more time with him. If you feel lonely, the door of his room is always open for you, MC. And don’t assume that he’d easily replace you for some human, you’re one of his family members and that’s decided in his heart even before he knew you’re related to Lilith. It’s what you’ve done for them and your kindness makes you a family, not just some bloodlines. And he won’t let anyone forget that, not even you.
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hi! it’s my birthday in 2 days and i was wondering if u could do gnf birthday sex hcs that include rough and soft sweet sex! tysm 🩵🩵
gnf & the perfect gift (reader's birthday)
masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. afab!reader. birthday sex.
a/n. this is so sweet ofc!! [this was released 2 days after i got the request]
♡ one where he's soft..
your sweet boyfriend george, who whispered you a promised second gift after you'd opened the wrapped box from him and turned around to hug him
he waited patiently for everyone to leave although he did keep you on his hip all evening; pressing gentle kisses to the backs of your hands, rubbing small circles into the small of your back whenever he found his hand lingering there, holding one of your hands with both of his when you sat next to him
slowly walking you back to the bedroom while you talked about how wonderful the party was and how you loved all the gifts you got, humming yes to all of your boasts
george who carefully undresses the two of you and absolutely worships your body every step of the way
”georgie..” you whine, and he can see the pout on your lips from where he's placed, looking up at you from between your breasts. ”please come up here? wanna feel you.” your boyfriend smirks against your skin and kisses you again there. ”be patient love. i promise i'm gonna take good care of you, alright?” you nod frantically, letting your hands fall back against the sheets from their spot in his hair.
he starts between your thighs, leaving dark marks as he works his way to your cunt
this man holds your hand while he makes out with your pussy, knowing that every time you squeeze his hand, it's just a sign that he's doing good
when you cum on his tongue, he gives you a few minutes to catch your breath and calm down as he kneads the flesh of your thighs
”you did so good darling. can you give me another?” you look down at him, breathing still heavy. ”i don't, i don't know if i can.” george's fingers helicopter just over your clit and he looks up at you through hooded eyes. ”please my dear? jus'wanna make your birthday perfect, okay?” ”fine.” you couldn't help yourself, giving in to him.
coos into your ear, nibbling and kissing the skin around it as his fingers fuck in and out of you, your moans echoing throughout the room
uses his other hand to tease your nipples while you rest in his chest
praises into your ear as you cum on his hand, and begs for one more orgasm from you, this time on his cock and as always, you give in
♡ one where he's rough..
george, who was prepared well in advance and told you a week before your birthday that he would to have his way with you that night
”wh-” you turned to him, ”what?" ”you heard me love.” he gave you a quick smile and a tap on your bum as if it was so casual what he'd just said a moment ago.
rougher, more desperate george who ushers everyone out at 10pm sharp, waving them off with you standing just in front of him, your eyes bright and big with a huge smile while his eyes keep flicking down to your ass
when you turn around with a sigh, george is quick to capture your lips in a heated kiss, closing the door behind you and you gasp into his mouth
he taps your legs and you jump up, your legs wrapping around his middle while his hands hold the undersides of your thighs and he carries you back to the bedroom, barely ever separating your lips from his
absolutely is tearing your clothes off, nuzzling his head into your neck as he gets your pants/shorts/skirt off, leaving dark circles along the exposed skin
relishes in the pretty sounds you make as he moves his hands down, settling just over your underwear
”god, fuck, george..” you mewled as his fingers pulled against your walls, quick pace set while he licked and sucked around your nipples. ”take it for me love. i know you can.” you only nod in response, another moan ripped from your body. ”that's it darling,” he pushes another finger into your cunt, ”take another one f'me.” you scream and george shushes you, all while your fingers dig deeper into his arm.
george who keeps fucking you through your orgasm, telling you that you're no where near done for the night
your boyfriend removes his fingers from your sex to his mouth, licking around the digits. ”georgie please, no more..” ”no love, you're gonna be good and take a few more for me, right? wouldn't wanna ruin your birthday present, right?” he cooed at you, and you think it over, nodding your head. ”that's my perfect little angel. happy birthday darling.” he told you as he moved to position himself between your legs, his cock prodding hard against your hole.
also i just know he keeps your hands pinned above your head, right into the sheets as he mumbled how good you took it for him, how gorgeous you looked under him and how he knew you were enjoying your gift from just how many times you'd come undone on his fingers and on his dick
pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.
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The Frenemy
C!sapnap x AFAB!reader
smut
warnings: pet names, degrading, breeding
a/n: this doesn’t go with lore characters but had the nations/kingdoms in it! (mentions of las Nevadas)
You and dream had been “enemies” ONLY because dream is a sore loser.
For context: you and dream were gambling at las nevadas after hours because quackity let you guys occasionally. Dream ran out of diamonds so instead of diamonds he offered his sword. Nightmare. Obviously like every other round won and took his sword home.
Ever since then he wouldn't let sapnap or george talk to you and he himself wouldn't talk to you.
Which is why you're sitting here looking at the text from sapnap.
Sapnap: y/n please come over. I need a favor
Why was this man texting YOU behind his bestfriends back for one little favor-
You were thinking of so many things he would ask you to do for him you zoned out.
Apparently you're not allowed to think for a moment because a couple seconds later you got another notification.
Sapnap: y/n hurry tf up- its important!
While you were walking to the best friend's shared house you started wondering if it was a trap.
your mind was racing with the possibilities of what's gonna happen when you arrive, some possibilities were even dirty…
When you got to the house you noticed only sapnaps horse was there which made you less terrified.
You walked in the house since it was just sapnap but when you looked up nobody was there.
“Sapnap?” you called out.
The minute you yelled his name you heard a thud come from his room.
Sapnap suddenly appeared in front of you; he seemed to be in some sort of pain.
“y/n i really trust you please promise me you wont judge what i'm about to say.” the texan said it surprised you that he let his guard down for a favor- he's usually “tough” and “masculine” but he's here right now asking, no. begging you not to judge him for a favor.
“I won't sapnap what was so urgent?” you said hoping it was important enough to interrupt your time off from being security at quackity’s casino.
“I can't…undo something” he said looking down which made you look down but you didn't make it to the floor, you found something more interesting in sapnaps shorts.
“Sapnap-” you didn't mean to come off as scared but the look on sapnaps face made you realize that you looked scared-
Sapnap looked like he had just seen a ghost. He looked more scared than i could possibly look-
“Im sorry” he kept repeating after the 3rd one i cut him off.
“It's ok sap- Calm down-” you said, getting closer to the man freaking out in front of you.
He looked at you, also taking a step closer, looking down at you. you guys were now close enough you could feel his breath against your cheeks.
“y/n can i-” he was cut off by you pressing your lips against his.
He put his hands on your hips pulling you closer to the point you could feel his boner through his pants and your skirt.
“You look like such a whore” he said after pulling away from the kiss
“Says the one who texted me bc he didnt wanna jerk himself off” you said rolling your eyes and looking up at the taller man.
The man caught you by surprise when he went after your neck. You could feel the heat from the blaze hybrids lips.
Getting lost in the feeling of his lips on your neck made you let out a moan immediately covering your mouth right after.
“No sweetheart i wanna hear you scream my name” he said dragging you over to the kitchen and bending you over the counter pulling up your skirt.
You heard the hybrid's pants drop to the floor and you arched your back to tease the man behind you.
Your lighthearted teasing was interrupted when you felt a sting on your ass. He just SPANKED you. You didn't mind tho it felt good. Too good, you accidentally let out another moan.
“Yeah i bet you like that you fucking slut.” his dick entered your pussy without any prep or warning.
“Fuck! Sapnap-” you moaned and continued making lewd sounds while the male fucked you.
“That's right scream my name baby” his thrusts got faster and deeper making more lewd sounds come out of you.
“f-f-f-!” you couldn't ask him to go faster you could only moan, you were unable to talk.
“Words darling” he slowed down his pace letting you speak.
“Faster please sir.” you finally were able to say.
“Anything for my pretty little slut” the man sped up his pace again going faster than before.
You were lost in pleasure until you felt the male pull your hair making your back hit his chest.
“Open your mouth darling” he looked into your eyes with nothing but lust.
You did as you were told in fear of being denied an orgasm later on. So you opened your mouth and he spit in your mouth.
“Swallow.” he told you and you did so smiling after.
“breed me please” you mumbled not meaning to.
“What was that sweetheart?” he cooed knowing exactly what you said.
“Breed me!” you screamed out, the entire smp could probably hear.
Sapnap went feral after those 2 words left your mouth.
He fucked you faster and deeper than you could’ve imagined then you felt it. A knot in yout stomach ready to come undone.
“C-cum” you moaned, closing your eyes.
“Do it princess” he whispered in your ear
You came undone on his cock babbling random things even you didn't understand.
Quickly after sapnap came inside of you with one last thrust he pulled out.
All of you and sapnaps thoughts were interrupted when the front door opened and there dream stood.
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but i wanted you… | asagiri gen x gn! afab! reader
warnings: some plot, explicit smut, dom! gen, jealousy, slight possessiveness, oral (f! receiving), cunnilingus, slight choking, marking, dacryphilia, kinda exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink (if you squint).
w/c: 2.8k
Asagiri Gen was capable of being a patient man. After all, it took time to persuade others to do his bidding. He was cunning and could use his quick wit to get what he wanted. That was the fun of being a ‘mentalist’. He’d tricked Chrome a few times into doing tasks for him and always messes around with sleight of hand magic tricks to distract Kinro and Ginro. He doesn’t like to brag but he’s a pretty skilled manipulator- uh persuader. His three step plan has always worked.
One: Stand by them and create a sense of comradery. Standing opposite of your target person makes the conversation feel adversarial or conflicting.
Two: Give inaccurate information relevant to the conversation. This forces them to correct you and tell you the correct information, which could be useful in the long run.
Three: Order them to do the opposite of what you want them to do. This is the use of reverse-psychology. Humans naturally want to refuse an order so they end up doing the opposite of the given demand, which is what you actually wanted them to do.
But you- you were different. Always saw right through his attempts of manipulation, shrugged off his tricks and ignored him to a default. He tried to insert himself into your conversations in hopes you would acknowledge him. He saw the way you looked at Senku, the way you laughed with him. The soft curve of your lips and the tightness of your cheeks when he agreed to your ideas. That was something he couldn’t stand to see. Today, he would make sure you knew his feelings towards you- no matter what.
It was an overcast day in the Ishigami Village, the sun shielded by dark clouds that enveloped all light. A chilled breeze blew through the trees and waved the flag above Chrome’s hut. Right below it was where Gen found you, with Senku. It irritated him that you were always with him, always around him. He should be the one to make you smile like that, to make you laugh, to touch you. That was the advantage he had over Senku- there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he could make you feel better than Senku ever could.
“Y/n. Come here for a moment, indulge me just this once, won't you?” He spoke with false innocence dripping over his lips. His lowered eyes speaking of the lies he would tell you just to have you close to him. He knew his normal techniques wouldn’t work on you.
You exchanged glances with Senku before looking back at him. “Fine, Gen. But be quick, we’re so close to finishing the calculations. And no funny business!”
“I’m wounded you would think such a thing, darling y/n.” The words flowed so effortlessly as he batted his dark lashes at you.
You took carefully calculated steps towards him but he quickly grabbed your wrist to drag you away from the scientist. His actions startled you but curiosity killed the cat so to speak, so you followed him blindly to his small makeshift house on the outskirts of the village.
“Welcome to Chez Gen!” He extended out his arms on either side, proud of his small achievement of a hut. He’d obviously had some of the villagers “help” him out because it wasn’t falling apart.
You casually rolled your eyes and followed him past the makeshift door. You looked around but didn’t take your eyes off the slender man, whose face was contorted into a smirk as he moved closer to you. You narrowed your eyes and looked at him- waiting for him to say something about why he brought you here. He knew you were busy with Senku and the calculations for creating the proper metal mix with black clay to create the katana for the counterattack against Tsukasa. Didn’t he know how important that was?
You took a step back in tandem with his steps forward, until your back was almost against the stone clad walls. He held two clenched fists in front of you, the tops of his hands visible and his thumbs tucked underneath. Lowered stormy gray eyes and raised eyebrows stared at you as he waited for you to pick a hand. An exasperated breath fell from your lips as you tapped the top of his left hand. He turned it over and opened the palm to reveal there was nothing in his hand. Confused, you picked the other hand which also had nothing in it. As you stared at the newly opened right hand, his left hand flew up to cover your mouth as he roughly pushed you against the wall. His right hand trailed soft fingertips up your thigh and lingered just below your growing heat.
He leaned in close, hot breath fanning against the shell of your ear, smelling of Senku’s cola, “You know how I don’t like to share, and I think you’ve been spending too much time with the dear old scientist. It’s not fair.”
You huffed and grabbed at his wrist, able to pull it down enough to speak “Gen- if you’re jealous just say so. This little act is embarrassing.”
He roughly pressed his hand against your cunt and slid the other down to your throat “But I wanted you.”
“We’re still in the vicinity of the village…” You barely choked out between moans.
“Then I guess you better keep quiet then.” He growled lowly as his teeth worked the sensitive spot on your neck.
The heat of his lips caused your head to roll back, hitting the wall behind you. He smirked as he continued to kiss and suck at that sweet spot that made you moan his name. He would no doubt leave a mark, the two of you weren't exactly together but he was possessive over the things he wanted- including you. Your hands moved up to run them through his hair but he quickly grabbed them, slamming them above you with one hand wrapped around your wrists. You inhaled sharply as he rubbed his hand harsher against your clothed cunt. Your moans became more apparent, echoing in the space. The hand he had on your throat, moves to cover your mouth as you hear villagers pass through on the forest path. He stands there, staring into your eyes, continuing to grind his hand on you. He slides a finger into the tied cloth you created as underwear. A gentle touch moving just over your clit.
“Shh, little thing. We don't want to be found” A smug look crosses his face.
He picks you up easily, and walks you over to the quilted blanket Rumi sewed as a thanks to him for helping Senku and the village. His lips are rough against yours- needy and desperate to taste you. He slowly lays you down, open mouthed kisses litter your collarbone as he sucks at the skin creating harsh reminders that you should be his. He quickly slides the sleeves over your shoulders and pulls down your top, exposing your already perked nipples. He breaks apart from your neck- a trail of saliva connecting still. His eyes travel down as he kisses down your chest. He looks back up at you, your face so beautifully contorted in pleasure- pleasure he’s giving you. Not that overly confident scientist. He rolls your nipple between his fingers before taking it into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud as the hand that's snaked around your waist, grabs at the plush of your skin. Your moans become louder, only slightly muffled by your desire to be quiet. Your hands, finally free- run through his hair, pushing his mouth further onto your chest. He continues to nip at the bud as pulls down the rest of your outfit. His hands move down your curves. One grabs at the plush of your thighs as the other rubs harsh circles onto your clit.
“More. Need more.” You groan and you move slightly in his grip.
“Aw, look at you. A mewling mess in my touch. Tell me who’s making you feel good...” He speaks against your skin, licking down your stomach to your hips.
You gasped and bucked your hips up, digging your nails into the skin of Gen’s shoulders. He hissed and stopped his finger’s movements, pressing down harshly onto the little bud of nerves. You whimpered and swiveled your hips, seeking release. A soft chuckle resounded from his lips as he danced his tongue lower. He stopped at your hips where he kissed along the spanse of your waistline before continuing on to tongue at the soft area where your hips met your thighs. You withered below him, gasping and pulling at his two-toned hair, whimpers and begs falling from your lips at high speed in an unintelligible manner.
He grabbed the bends of your knees in his hands and pushed your legs open, spreading them as far as they could go. Finally he dragged his tongue between your wet folds, using just the tip to tease you for a while. He moaned against your sweet slick, before plunging his tongue in at the bottom and ran it up, letting it dip into your entrance and all the way up to your clit. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked lightly, pulling a low sugar-coated moan from your throat.
“You taste even better than cola.” He mumbled against your clit, flicking it with the tip of his wet muscle. Slowly, he spread your lips apart, and leaned back to take a good look. You squirmed and grabbed his head, urging him to continue, but he just smirked and blew on your clit, laughing out loud at your gasp.
“Look at you. So wet, you're dripping from your cunny. Who’s making you this wet? That arrogant scientist? Is he on your mind right now?” He said, incredulously, dipping his finger in before pulling it back and licking at it as he turned his attention to your eyes.
Gen bit down on the soft skin of your thigh. You gasped and shoved at his head, trying to push him off, but he pinned your hand to the side. “I’ve asked you quite a simple question. You know I don’t like to repeat myself, it’s too much work.”
You moaned and tried to pull your hand out of his grip, but it was no use. You huffed and wiggled your hips under his grasp “I- I’m only thinking about you! I promise!” Your eyes became slightly wet as you begged him to continue.
Within moments his mouth was upon you again, licking at your slit sloppily and sucking crudely at your growing arousal. You gasped and bucked your hips up wildly, needing more and more of his mouth, but he pinned down your hips, only responding to your whine with a flick of his tongue. You couldn’t be subtle about the feelings he was eliciting from you, screaming out obscenities. His tongue was like a drug and for the first time in your life you were proud to say you were an addict. He was slamming into you with his tongue and you could feel yourself getting closer to your nirvana as the seconds ticked by. You reached down and grabbed at his hair, trying to get him to release your clit from his harsh movements as you began to succumb to the overstimulation. Gen could be a patient man, but he certainly didn’t like being ordered around. He grabbed your hands and pinned them to your hips, holding you down effectively. You gasped and arched up at a particular deep stroke of his tongue and tightened your thighs around his head, yelling out as felt a wave of pleasure wash over you. Your walls tightened and clamped down on his tongue and you screamed out, nearly sobbing at the intensity.
He finally pulled back and grinned at you, his lips swollen and a deep red. His thumb circled around your sensitive clit, and you jerked back, groaning. He stared at you for a moment- admiring his work. Your face so turned in pleasure, the curve of your lips shining with drool, your body covered in his marks and your pussy oozing out your cum. He moaned out loud at just the sight and threw off his clothing. You gasped at the sight of his slightly toned stomach and down to his hardened cock. You quickly scrambled up to reach over and grab at his dick, running your fingers along the thick vein along the underside of his cock. His jaw dropped open and he threw his head back as you pumped his length, quickening your speed. Once his tip blushed a red and his arousal seeped from the slit, you pulled away and looked up at him- waiting for a reaction. He growled and pushed you back so you were laying against the blanket again. He climbed above you and lined himself up with your entrance.
“I’ll fuck you so good you’ll forget all about Senku. Your only thoughts will be me, and how good I make you feel.” And he plunged into you, quickly bottoming out. “Look at that, a perfect fit.”
He smirked as he began to thrust into you. You gasped and squinched your eyes, tilting your head back in a silent moan. He pulled out and rocked back into you, dropping his face low so the tip of his nose was just touching yours. He started slow, looking into your eyes but the minute he tried to turn your face away, he grabbed your chin and growled “Look at me.”
He looked at you with a fire in his eyes, an almost possessive glare. He attached his lips to yours and dug his teeth into your bottom lip, suddenly slamming into you faster than you thought possible. You choked, breathing in heavily and yelling out his name. He could almost laugh at how fucked out you were starting to look, his pretty thing, moaning and clenching on his cock as he fucked you senseless. You rolled your hips up, trying to keep up with the speed he was going at, but ultimately failing. He swirled his hips down harshly against yours as your pussy throbbed and gummy walls clenched down, coating him in your juices. He snaked his hand up around your throat and pulled upwards, so you looked into his eyes again and he slowed his movements.
“Come on, use your words. Let’s hear you say it…”
You cried, hot tears running over the apples of your cheeks “Please let me cum, Gen. You’re the only one who can!”
A smug shit-eating grin showed on his face as he quickened his pace once again. He pulled almost all the way out before quickly circling his hips down into you. His grunts became louder and his pace and thrusts started to get sloppy. The grip he had on your throat loosened and his hand slipped off to move between your sweaty bodies and rub circles against your clit. You felt your orgasm approaching as he continued to chase his high. Twinkling lights flooded your vision as you felt the knot in your stomach again. A sound of approval escaped his parted lips as you contracted down on his length, so tightly he could almost not move. Your back arched up and your head lolled to the side as you came around him. Blinding lights blurring your vision as you felt him release his heat into you- thick white ropes coating your insides as he continued to thrust into you, making sure you don’t let a drop escape. You winced when he finally pulled out and collapsed beside you. He pressed a lazy kiss to your temple and watched you attempt to stand on wobbling legs.
“Now if you’re done being jealous- I have work to get back to.” You spoke in breathy tones, trying to catch your balance enough to get dressed.
He grinned as he watched you struggle. Throwing your outfit back on and smoothing out the wrinkles in your hair. He stood up to get dressed as well, just watch you saunter back over to the table with Senku. Your legs shaking, top hanging loosely off of your shoulders and covered in him, smelling like him. The thought of it made him giddy. Senku leaned over the table with his back to you, only turning once he heard your footsteps approaching.
“Finally, y/n. Where have you been?”- he looked at your messied state before shaking his head- “Nevermind, don’t tell me. Just finish this equation while I work on the mixture.”
You silently nodded your head and stole a glance at Gen who just shrugged and offered you a thumbs up. Useless as ever, that cocky mentalist.
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#portfolio of dreams#asagiri gen#asagiri gen x reader#asagiri gen x afab reader#asagiri gen x you#gen asagiri#gen asagiri dr stone#asagiri gen smut#dr stone x reader#dr stone x you#dr stone smut#dr stone gen#tw: exhibitionism#tw: dacryphilia#tw: possessiveness
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A Mood
Summary: In a particular mood, Morpheus seeks you out. When he finds you in the royal library, he decides to have some fun with you.
Word Count: ~2.3k
Reader: Afab
Warnings: Smut (teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, slight public sex, some clothes stay on)
Requested by the beautiful @yew-over-there
MINORS DNI/ 18+ ONLY
The King of Dreams, Ruler of the Nightmare Realm was effectively in a mood.
What mood, you may ask, well no one - at least none of his subjects - could decipher. One glance at their king, and they simply turned, walking off in the other direction. Later, they thought to themselves, they will ask their questions and address their needs later.
Morpheus, with a certain glint in his eyes, stormed down the weaving corridors of the castle in search of someone.
In search of you.
You, unaware of your lover's war path, were temporarily hidden in a corner of the library. With new books constantly being dreamt of and with Lucienne’s new responsibilities, you took the cart stacked full of books and began to reorganize the shelves. Turning to grab another book, you spotted a ominous shadowy figure in your peripheral. There was no spike of fear. You knew your love when you saw him - in any form. You glanced up and smiled. “Hi, Morpheus.”
He still had that odd look in his eyes.
You cocked your head, slightly confused by his silence. “Are you okay?”
Wordlessly, he stalked forward.
Yes, others may not recognize the look, but you knew the look in your lover’s eyes - the insatiable hunger.
Your heart skipped, picking up pace with each step he took towards you - the space getting thinner and thinner. “Morpheus?”
He loomed in front of you.
His eyes fell to the book clasped to your chest. He raised an eyebrow, and carefully plucked it from your grasp. He read the cover, mostly out of habit, then discarded it without a care back onto the cart.
His eyes immediately locked with yours.
All the air was knocked out of your lungs. No matter how long you’ve been with Morpheus, no matter the nights spent together, he could always - always - render you into a mess by a simple look
And he knew this.
And oh, reveled in it.
He reached up, cupped your cheek. Heat radiated off his palm and only intensified the growing warmth in your cheeks. His eyes dropped to your parted lips. He could easily hear how your breath hitched, and stuttered. The corner of his lips twitched upward. His thumb ran over your bottom lip. Out of habit, your tongue poked out - just barely - ready to chase after it.
Now, he finally spoke.
“I have been thinking about you.”
Who would have guessed?
“Okay,” you mumbled, confused and dazed by the sudden tension in the air. “Why?”
Why? Such an odd question, Morpheus thought. “Why not. Why would I not think of the one who holds my heart?”
Confusion melted away. You smiled at his sweet words. “Did you truly come all this way just to tell me how much you love me?”
A smirk grew on his lips. “No, not tell, but show.”
Oh, your poor heart. It nearly jumped out of your chest at such a promise.
He dipped his head, pressing his lips to yours. Your eyelids fluttered close as your hands scrambled and gripped his coat - needing some lifeline. Morpheus guided you backwards and you stumbled into the bookshelf.
He flushed his body against yours, trapping you.
He deepened the kiss, enjoying how you clung to him. Your hands flew up into his hair, practically smushing his face to yours. He smirked against your lips. His tongue grazed over your lip. Entry. He wanted entry to taste you.
You hummed, giving yourself over to him.
His tongue slipped in.
Your knees nearly buckled.
He swirled his tongue, tasting what was his. He moved with such precision and care. He knew where to touch to make you a puddle in his arms. And a puddle, you were becoming. Your heartbeat rang in your ears, and your skin was flushed due to his skillful tongue.
You whimpered, tugging on his dark locks.
He hummed, a faint moan. Oh, the wondrous vibrations sent you into a tizzy; it coursed throughout your body and could feel it in your fingertips. Sadly, however, he pulled away. Although, he did gently bite your lip in the process.
The entirety of your weight was being supported by Morpheus and the bookshelf. You let out a shaky breath, and looked to Morpheus.
“That,” he confessed, brushing your cheek with his knuckles, “that is the look I enjoy most.”
You were breathing wildly, desperately trying to catch the air he greedily stole. Your eyes were half open, drooped in lust and love. Your lips were now perfectly swollen by his doing. And most of all, you hung onto him, needing him to keep you grounded.
“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath.
He chuckled. “Such a vile word.”
You huffed. “Oh, don’t give me that. You know exactly what you’re doing.”
Smirking, he bent down. His lips ghosted over your neck. You whimpered, craning your head despite the attitude you showed seconds ago. When it came to him, you were at his mercy.
“Do I?” He murmured.
He placed a single kiss on the crook of your neck.
“Do I know how much my touch leaves you breathless and wanting?”
His hands wandered down your body, over your curves, landing at your hips.
“Do I know how much my voice leaves you spellbound?”
He hummed in your ear, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.
“Do I know how much you easily surrender yourself to me?”
He brought your hips to his, making you grind into him - giving just a fraction of pleasure through the minimal friction. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the wanton moan. You instead turned your head away from him, becoming incredibly bashful at his words and doing.
Only he could make you like this. Such cruelty.
“Oh no, my love, look at me.”
He grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger, guiding your attention back on him. You slowly glanced at him with a small pout on your lips.
His thumb lightly stroked your chin. “What do you want?”
He knew.
Of course, he knew. He craved it too, possibly more. But, oh how he loved watching you struggle to say it.
You nervously swallowed, and mumbled. “You.”
“My dear,” he smirked deviously. “I need you to be more specific. Now, what do you want?”
He grinded his hips against yours again.
A moan, loud and unexpected, tumbled off your lips. Your head fell back into the bookshelf, knocking a few books over. He was truly horrible today.
“Fuck, Morpheus.” You hissed through your teeth.
“Say it.”
Your skin was unbearably hot as embarrassment washed over you. A string of curses were mumbled under your breath. “I … I - fuck - I want you … I want you inside of me, please.”
He nodded, and obeyed your wishes.
His hands instantly fell to the waistband of your pants. His nimble fingers began to undo them and -
Realization hit you.
Your hands quickly flew to his wrists, stopping him. “Morpheus,” you hissed, glancing down the aisle to the open library - open for anyone to walk by. “What if someone -“
“No one will see anything, my dear.” His lips brushed over the shell of your ear and purred, “Unless you want them to.”
The Dreaming was him.
If you wanted seclusion in the library, then so be it. No one will bother the two of you.
Your eyes widened.
He chuckled at your expression. “May I continue?”
Your eyes darted over to the vast network of aisles of books. You looked back at Morpheus. He smiled devilishly, waiting for your inevitable answer - the only acceptable answer.
You slowly, one finger at a time, unfurled your grip, then nodded.
He smirked and continued. His hand slipped inside your pants. His fingers skimmed over your damp underwear; your breath hitched. His smirk widened. He pushed aside your underwear and teasingly stroked your wet folds.
You gasped.
A single finger slid inside of you, gently stroking your walls.
You whined, grinding down on his single finger.
It wasn’t enough, he knew that.
He laughed through his nose, still wearing that same evil smirk. “You said you wanted me inside of you, however, you did not specify, my dear.”
His finger curled.
You moaned.
He hummed, dropping his face into your neck. “So beautiful.”
His finger pumped in and out. Your walls fluttered around his delicious finger. Yet, your body craved more. Pleasure was slowly built - painfully slow.
His thumb swiped over your clit.
Your head fell back into the bookshelf. “Fuck.”
Smirking, he kissed the crook of your neck. “My, my, my, maybe I should teach you to not use such vulgar words.”
You bit your lip, trying to suppress any more noises.
“I could deny you until you learned,” he nipped at your skin, “or I could overwhelm you until you had no use for such words, or any for that matter.”
You threw your arms over his shoulders, drawing him closer. Your lips passed over his ear. “Please,” you begged, bucking your hips.
“Please, what?” His voice was gravelly, an animalistic growl.
His thumb circled, soft teasing circles, around your clit. You sighed, blissfully. He raised you higher and higher and -
His instantly touch vanished, along with your potential end. He pulled away entirely. You were cold, and empty.
You whined.
His hands curled around your hips, pressing you up against him. “Tell me what you want,” his thumb soothingly rubbed against your needy skin, “I want to give you everything you desire. But, you must tell me.”
“You.” You answered much like before, but this time you had found your voice. “Your lips on mine, your hands all over my body, your cock inside of me; I want all of you, Morpheus.”
He smiled - a loving one. “Now, that is a perfect request. One that I will dutifully fulfill.”
In a flurry of excited movements, pants were discarded.
Morpheus lifted you up, pinning you up against the bookshelf. You didn’t mind the books or shelves harshly digging into your back or cared for the few books toppling onto the floor. All you cared about was him - was this moment. Your legs hooked around his waist, greedily keeping him close. Then, without hesitation nor warning, he dropped you on his cock. You gasped, gripping his shoulders.
“Morpheus,” you moaned.
“Shhh, I am here, my love.”
His fingers dug into your hips as he lifted you up and down. His cock kissed all the right spots. You dropped your head, breathing heavily. You could watch as he slid in and out of you.
God, and the noises? Sinfully delicious.
A whimper hummed in your throat.
“All day,” he groaned. “All day I’ve thought of you.”
“Have you?” You asked, completely breathless.
He chuckled, looking up into your eyes. “Of course.”
“Good.” You grinded down, matching his upward thrusts.
Morpheus moaned. He grabbed your face bringing your lips down to his. “Just like that, my love.”
Your heart fluttered.
His lips grazed down your jaw, peppering kisses all over your neck - such sweet contrast to the merciless hips. You hummed, carding your fingers through his hair. “So beautiful.” He murmured into your skin. “And all mine.”
Your walls fluttered around him, around such words.
“Do you like when I call you mine?” Morpheus hummed, completely amused.
“Yes,” you sighed, closing your eyes.
He smiled.
“Mine.” He placed an open mouth kiss on your neck. “Mine.” His lips moved to your lips, pecking them once. “Mine.” His hips snapped up, while forcibly bringing your hips down.
You moaned. “Morpheus, I - I can’t last much longer.”
“Just a little longer.”
You were both slowly drowning in ecstasy.
His cock buried within you. He hit all the perfect areas, drawing you further and further to the edge. You bounced, trying to make him go deeper - trying to get him to reach his end as well. A vein popped on his neck as he clenched his jaw. Your walls hugged him wonderfully. His fingers have definitely bruised your hips.
“Morpheus,” you warned him, you couldn’t hold out.
“That’s okay, my love. Come for me, I want to see what is mine.”
His.
You clamped down around him, moaning out his name. Your forehead dropped, pressing against his. He leaned in, kissing you and swallowing up all your moans and whines. You grabbed his face, sighing deeply. He hummed, shortly coming after you.
“Fuck,” you mumbled, collapsing back into the bookshelf.
Morpheus smiled, taking in your exhausted, blissful state. “You truly shouldn’t say such words.”
You peered down at him, smiling tiredly. “Oh, you love it.”
He kissed your lips and all over your face. “I do.”
You laughed, feeling slightly ticklish by his feathery kisses. “Okay, okay, you need to set me down. I promised Lucienne I would help her.”
A look passed over Morpheus’s features; dare you say almost a glare.
Why?
You opened your mouth to ask -
Weightlessness.
Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. You fell, fell backwards into -
Into something soft, something that cradled and hugged your body.
Your eyes wildly darted around. You recognized this place, it was your shared bedroom. You were laying down on your massive cloud-like bed. A pleasant change compared to the harsh books that poked and dug into your back.
Your eyes were wide, and you were at a complete loss for words. Morpheus’s abilities still always surprised you.
Morpheus loomed over you, smirking down at you. He was a dark figure towering over you in this dimly lit setting. All you could see was his pale blue eyes which twinkled in such mischief - mischief and love. He crawled on top of you. His hands rested on each side of your head, pinning you down. He bent his head. His lips skimmed over your lips, “That can wait, I am still not done with you.”
#the sandman#morpheus#dream#dream of the endless#morpheus x reader#dream x reader#morpheus smut#dream smut#the sandman smut#smut#dream x afab!reader#Morpheus x afab!reader
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cw somno adjacent. minors dni
You’re laying on your side while slightly propped up, nearly facedown on the pillow, trying to sleep. You’re certainly on your way there, having nearly nodded off a couple of times. You feel the lounger shift as someone sits close behind you and settles in. Then there are fingers over your scalp, massaging and running their hands through your hair. The touch is familiar; you know who this is. You’re tired; it feels nice. You relax, a small smile hidden behind the sheets by your mouth. The longer it continues, the more you relax, melting down and practically dozing off. Gosh, it feels so, so nice, so comforting to be pet like this…
Then, one of his hands slowly deviates, grabbing a bit of hair and tugging gently. Your breath hitches, and you let out a mewl, muffled by the blanket. There’s a moment of pause, then it happens again: a bit of fingers against scalp, lulling you, then a smaller tug. He’s close enough against you that you almost wonder if he can feel you tense both times.
“Do you like that?”
From the way he says it, low and rumbled and with an undercurrent of something sinful, you’re fairly certain he’s not just referring to the hair pulling. You’re tired, so very tired to the point that you don’t know how much you’d move or potentially push someone off. You’re unsure how much you care that such a thing might happen. It excites you, in a strange way. You don’t reply. Perhaps you whimper very quietly.
He doesn’t say anything, simply shifting closer, hips against yours, making his intent clearer, leaning over you. Your eyes are half shut, but you’re certain he’s just observing you. You swear you’re trembling a little, trying to hide that you’re getting turned on by this.
Then, a single finger slowly rounds the curve of your hip, just below your underwear, travelling towards your core. The trembling gets worse, now, and your breathing picks up from the anticipation and your sensitive skin—almost as if you were in a dream already, with how heavy your breaths come.
He stops just before he fully gets close. Your breathing eventually evens out. He kisses the top of your head and lays beside you, no longer pressed against you, and lets you slumber.
#minors dni#f/o x reader#male f/o x reader#x reader#gn reader#lemon#no actual sex but the wording makes it lemon#i've actually had this one for a while but for some reason didn't decide to post it at the time#afab reader#wrote this based off a dream i had but changed some small details#mostly posting this so I have content lol#technically i should put it further out but ehhh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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You and the Pyro had been fast friends ever since you had arrived to work for Mann co. Their excitable attitude, clear body language, and evident likes and dislikes made it easy to communicate, despite your inability to understand their mumbles. It was this friendship that made you feel guilty for what you had been experiencing recently.
When you fell asleep at night, you could always tell when you were about to slip into a lucid dream. The way your body tingled and buzzed as you drifted off was a telltale sign. Watching the backs of your eyes yet again, you felt a sense of excitement. It had been a while since you had properly dreamt, and you were thrilled at the prospect of it finally happening again.
As the static faded into a familiar scene, you wondered what caused you to start in the base's shower room. Sure, you had awkward encounters in there before, but nothing too fresh in your memory to constitute a dream as far as you were aware. Even odder, nobody else was in there except for you and the sound of water running from the third shower stall. As the water splashed onto the floor, you felt your other senses start to fade in. The sound echoed around you as you felt hot moisture cling to your skin, beads of water forming and rolling down.
"Wait, the third stall?" You spoke to yourself, your words coming out garbled as though you had said them underwater. That always sucked about dreams, speaking became difficult and sometimes downright impossible. Still, you had a point. There were 9 stalls, and one of them was never used, ever. Each shower had been assigned to a mercenary, as to not mix up personal shower items or cause the petty squabbles some of them were known for. Recalling what you knew, the first one belonged to Scout, the second one to Soldier, then the third to... Pyro."But that doesn't make any sense!" You garbled, forgetting again the unpleasant feeling that dreams often connect to speaking. You then thought about how Pyro never takes off their suit, always staying inside the safety of the asbestos lining, always breathing through their mask. That fact combined with Pyro's abhorrence for water created a curiosity that seemed almost unshakeable. You slowly and steadily made your way to the third shower, cautious and slow, almost worried about what you might find.
As you reached their stall, you couldn't help but pause outside the curtain. Surely this was some sort of major privacy violation. "Just because everybody is curious about Pyro's appearance doesn't mean they don't deserve the basic decency to get dressed before-". But before you could finish that thought, the curtain moved, revealing a beautifully disfigured body. Their arms covered in artificial ripples, the wrinkled skin cascading into little waves before descending into a faded white where the scarring met the remaining flesh. Their whole body seemed to follow this pattern, a myriad of scars in a mesmerizing pattern that captured your attention completely.
Standing there with your mouth agape, totally entranced as you beheld the form in front of you, they shyly moved their arms to cover their breasts. Bashfully turning their head to the side, their face burst out in a bright red tinge. "Pyro-" you whispered, your voice coming out crystal clear. "You're beautiful."
Your vision suddenly started to fade into static as you felt someone start to shake you. "Wait!" Your voice abruptly unable to leave your throat, you tried to scream. "I'm not done yet! Please!" Barely a whisper choked out as you came to in your bed. Alone.
#tf2#pyro#pyro x reader#kinda?#described nudity#dream fuckery#angst#because im an angsty boy#afab pyro because trans rights#or smthn idk#numbskul writes
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pls write smth markhyuck x reader as smutty as possible 🙏
donghyuck ground helplessly up into your ass, arms holding your body still with every thrust that sent your body up — mark caged the two of you in with his arms, hips forcing your ass back into hyucks own.
it was his punishment.
when you and mark invited donghyuck out for dinner, he hadn’t expected to end up in this position — pinned under the body weight of his best friend and pressed skin tight to you; the person who happened to be dating his best friend as well as the person he fucked his fist thinking about every night.
he had teased, something he knew how to do without even thinking about it, until his teasing earned him two dark looks from the couple across from him.
donghyuck expected a smack or a half-assed attempt at a scolding for being so vulgarly open in public, but he ended up getting dragged behind an impatient mark and a grinning you towards the bathroom.
now, he stood, panting and grabbing at any flesh he could — he was instructed not to touch himself, but there were no rules as to not touching you. his hands found purchase on the meat of your hips, your thighs that were wrapped around marks waist, and the taught skin around your throat.
god, even though he couldn’t touch himself the way he wanted to — palm soft yet harsh vigorously stroking his cock, closing around the tip every time he reached the top and stopping to close around his base that tease the thought of stoppage of his climax — he was still getting off on the strokes of your cheeks pressing against his aching bulge with every thrust mark made into your heat, weight pushing you into hyuck, forcing the two of you to basically become one messy unit of whimpers and sweat.
“don’t they sound so sweet hyuck,” mark spoke. “blubbering and whining for more of my cock, to be filled to the brim with mg cum until their leaking out for the entire ride home.”
the boy behind you moaned loudly at the thought of your cunt filled to the brim with his- marks seed, dripping down your thighs as the three of you ventured out to the car after this.
“we were going to invite you back to the apartment after this,” mark laughed, making eye contact with the now wide eyed boy. “was gonna let you fuck’em like i know you’ve been wanting,” he thrusted up hard into you, making your head fall back onto hyucks shoulder. “now though… might just make you watch from the corner, hands bound so you can’t stroke your cock to the sight of them screaming for more.”
perhaps donghyuck could beg his way into letting mark get a taste, but for now, he stayed put, desperately trying to angle his hips in a way that your ass pushed up against him in just the right way.
after all, it seemed like that was the only way he was going to end up coming tonight.
i just failed my exam so i needed a smutty moment between my men <333
also horribly unedited.
#𖤐 — nct dream writings.#cw : afab#cw : gn terms#nct smut#nct x reader#nct dream smut#nct dream x reader#kpop smut#haechan smut#haechan x reader#lee haechan smut#lee haechan x reader#lee donghyuk x reader#lee donghyuck smut#mark smut#mark x reader#mark lee smut#mark lee x reader
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